Christmas Surprise

Donatello POV. An Apritello 2k12 fic, set a few days after the episode "A Foot Too Big" of season two. Donatello is still confused after April kissed him (as well as me, hah!). What did it mean? Why aren't they talking about it? And most importantly; why are her lips about to touch his again? Rated M.

I don't remember when I fell asleep. Then again; do we really do that? My head is kind of fuzzy and wrapped in a comfortable drowsiness I'm hesitant to leave. But it's pointless to resist it anymore because I am already returning to the land of the non-dreamers. When I open my eyes ever so slightly I see that I still sit in the worn-out armchair by the fireplace, but the blanket I had over me has fallen in a heap on the floor. It doesn't make a difference heat wise because I'm toasty warm now. The rhythmic sparking of burning firewood was what lulled me to sleep. But now it's the only sound in the room – which it definitely wasn't before. So that can't have been what awoke me.

I stretch and yawn. It's gotten dark outside since the last time my eyes were open. The atmosphere is relaxed and cozy, and I can't help but enjoy the silence and pleasant loneliness in the farmhouse's living room. But that's a selfish thought that I ban the minute it claims residence. I used to think like this all the time when we still lived safe and unnoticed in the lair. I spent more time alone in my lab than I did with my family – which is something I have vowed to change now that we have kind of started with a clean slate.

I struggle to ban yet another undesired thought. Saying that we've started a new life where we leave out everything from our previous living situation is wrong in nearly every way possible. That would be like erasing Master Splinter's memory and everything he has ever done for us, and just like my promise to get more social, I won't let myself forget about our strong master and caring father.

I immediately decide to get up and look for my brothers. The need to be near them, to be distracted by anything else but my depressive thoughts, is so strong I feel my chest clench.

A tremor runs down my spine under my shell when my sleepy mind finally registers the reason for my awakening. My eyes widen and my body freezes any previous movement I might have been doing. Like breathing.

A hand is stroking my right thigh. Lightly, slowly and very, very distractingly.

I swallow loudly while I follow the hand with my eyes and find its owner. April is kneeling beside my chair, looking up at me. Her smiling face is all I can focus on. The bitter thoughts are forgotten as I gaze into Aprils sky blue eyes. I blink in confusion when I think she smirks teasingly at me.

"A-April?" is all I ask, not knowing what to say or do. But she obviously has some kind of plan because she takes hold of my hand and drags me up from the chair. I follow without knowing what else to do. Maybe something is broken in the kitchen that she wants me to fix. Or maybe she thought the same thing I did and wants to go and look for Leo and the rest. But our walk doesn't follow the route to neither the kitchen nor the entrance door.

We're headed for the stairs.

I don't say anything. I'm waiting for her to explain what we're doing. Where are the others? There are no sounds coming from the porch, the kitchen or the second floor. Mikeys chiming singsong voice is nowhere to be heard. Raphael doesn't sit in front of the TV with the sound off with a rare case of respect to me who was asleep. Leonardos feeble attempts at practicing his katas right outside – in ankle-deep snow, I might add – are also gone. I even notice the disappearance of the disconcertingly lack of brain cells that is Casey's presence, so from what I understand I am alone in the house with April. And she's holding onto my hand while leading me towards the creaking staircase.

We walk up the steps in complete silence. It's dark and chilly up there compared to the warm, orange glow that covers the majority of the first floor. April walks past the bathroom and continues down the corridor where all of our bedrooms are. The darkness that completely swallows us makes a cold rush of fear and nervousness run down my spine. The fact that she isn't speaking is very discouraging. My mind is racing to try and figure out what she could possibly need me for up here. Is she mad at me and wants to yell at me at a safe distance from the others? Or are they all hiding somewhere in the shadows, waiting for April's signal to scare the living crap out of me?

The thought spurs a tiny flick of anger, and I finally find my voice. But judging by the freaking out I'm experiencing, it's not going to be very strong.

"What is it, April? I-is there something wrong? A broken light bulb or..?"

I don't get to give another example of what she might need me for. I blink in surprise when she turns around without stopping and puts her finger on my lips and softly shushes me. This just further proves my theory about an ambush, but I comply. I can play along. I just have to be on alert for anything even resembling movement, and since there are four of them it will be easy to spot at least one out of the four in the crowded space up here.

I can barely make out April's silhouette now, but with the slight help from the light coming from downstairs I can see that she stops in front of a door and reaches out for the handle. I try to remember how many doors we have passed to know which room we're obviously about to enter. A wave of a nearly nauseating agitation glues my feet to the floor.

She wants us to go into my bedroom.

April turns around when my hand doesn't come after her when she tugs it. I think she raises her eyebrows questioningly, but I can't tell for certain. She's already standing with one foot on the other side of the threshold, almost impossible to see in the absolute darkness that is my room.

I swallow and search her face for any more information. But it's futile, and I find myself longing to stretch one arm into the room to feel my way to the light switch I know is on the wall there so that I can see her properly.

"Come."

The word explodes in the vacuum packed silence surrounding us. Any suspicion I had about there being anyone else here with us is somehow erased by the sincerity and openness that one word carries. With one last look back at the light that shines up from downstairs, I let out a shaky breath and then follow April into my own bedroom.

The second I am inside, April release my hand and closes the door quickly. I can't see anything. It doesn't make a difference whether my eyes are open or closed. She quickly finds me again and presses me against the door so that my shell knocks into it. The slight cold sensation of the wood on my shell makes me shiver. I'm nervous and clueless as to what April is planning, and I hate not knowing what is coming. Being in control is something I crave in every situation, so being separated from my most dominant sense is slowly driving me crazy.

Aprils warm hands press against my plastron, pushing me harder against the door. I'm taken by surprise – which I will never admit out loud considering I'm the ninja out of the two of us. My hands go out to my sides, trying to grasp the doorframes. Just to have something to hold on to that isn't April.

Which is exactly where I want to put my hands, but I'm scared that that is the wrong move to make.

"Don't be so nervous, Donnie. It's just me," April purrs.

I'm very aware that her lips must be just mere centimeters from mine. I blink a couple of times, but it doesn't do much good.

"That's what's making me nervous in the f-first place," I stammer.

April laughs quietly. Her breath washes over my face. It smells sweet, like candy canes. She and Casey had driven to a store somewhere yesterday to hoard in on all the sugary holiday treats they could find. I frown in the dark, glad that she can't see it. It had bothered me a little too much when they'd left. Of course I knew that I couldn't come with because of the most obvious of all flaws – not being human – but it had hurt me anyway. I could've stayed in the car while they went inside to get whatever they had on their list. Stealth is kind of something that comes with the whole ninja-in-training thing I've been taught my whole life, so I knew that I would go unnoticed if I just hid in the van. Caseys help would even be superficial because April could've just put the grocery bags one by one right outside the store door and distract the owner long enough for me to steal away the bags into the car – completely without attracting attention to myself.

I never suggested any of this. I just stood by as my brothers listed their candy cravings to April and Caseys ever-expanding shopping list. When April asked me what I wanted I said I was fine with whatever they got. She'd smiled and promised to buy all the purple sweets she could find. So instead of offering my assistance and unemploy the hockey stick wielding cave mouth, I watched them drive side by side to somewhere I couldn't monitor. I just let her slip right out of my area of control. God knows if shopping was their only reason for getting away from the farm. When I thought about it, they had been away for an awful long time. But that was maybe just how it felt like, considering my anxious pacing around the barn until the familiar sound of the van crushing rocks and coming to a halt outside made me all but explode out the sliding doors – which caused curious looks and mockery from my brothers.

I have to drag myself out of the hated memory with a little more force than I care to admit. Of course my carefully tucked away self destructive thoughts decides to show their ugly heads by bringing Casey into this moment. It's just so typical of me to ruin things when they are finally starting to look good. The list of failures has grown ridiculously long in the last year, so why not add another one for good measure? Because I know myself well enough to all but count down the seconds until I surely find some way to make this qualify as yet another fiasco. It's a gift. A rather unwanted one, but a gift nonetheless.

I'm pulled back to the present with a bang when April lets her hands dance up my plastron. They stop at the sides of my face, holding me still. Not that it would have been possible to move at all in my new state of utter confusion. I go from sucking the air greedily in between nearly clenched teeth to swallowing it interchangeably. What do I do? Why are we in here? Where do I put my hands? What is she doing?

All questions shrivel up and die at the tip of my tongue when another one joins said tongue. I make what can only be described as a wheezing sound when April freely lets herself into my mouth and immediately starts exploring.

This isn't the first time she's kissed me. That happened two days, four hours and a little less than six minutes ago. Well, there about. But who's counting. It hadn't lasted more than the better part of a second and a half, but my entire world came to a sudden stop the minute it became crystal clear what was happening. I had closed my eyes automatically when our lips met. The thrill of her fingers holding onto my shoulder strap while we kissed had made the normal butterflies I felt whenever she was around turn into giant bats – something I quickly realized was a horribly insensitive comparison considering her dad's mutation.

Her lips hadn't really moved against mine, but that didn't matter. It was such a loving gesture. I was certain that she only wanted to assure me that she wasn't doing it out of pity because of my well-rehearsed apology about the stupid music box I made for her. She did it because of a need that somewhat reflected my own, and I had been over the moon excited about what would happen next.

I crashed and burned for what felt like forever after that kiss. She didn't bring it up or look at me differently. Things just stayed to same. I've awakened equally curious and anxious for over two days, waiting for her to say something, to do something. Just acknowledge our shared special moment if not with the others, but at least with me. It's been hell, to put it mildly. Every moment without us talking about it has felt like an eternity, and I'm not very good at handling things when I don't know what's going on.

I've tried to keep myself busy by tinkering and tampering away in my improvised lab area in the barn. There isn't crazy much to do there, but if I distract my mind from what I constantly think about in the day, I don't have any energy when I go to sleep and the questions and confusion is all I'm left with. And I just can't avoid it. Because I'm sentenced with such a strong case of over-thinking and over-analyzing, it's absolutely impossible to escape things like this. Not that it has happened before, but my brain is almost boiling under all the pressure.

But she hasn't pulled away from me or anything like that. She's stopped by on occasion to chat and offer her help while I desperately try to look unaffected by her presence. Her tone and general attitude hasn't seemed forced or fake. She's laughed and joked as usual, making my tense shoulders relax back into a more comfortable and breathable angle. As discreetly as mutantly possible I've tried to pick up on any unusual behavior from April. So far there's been nothing. And that scares me more than the alternative. If she isn't verbal about her thoughts, the more I suspect that her head is filled with hidden disgust and poisonous remarks over me and what we did.

It reached a point where I started seriously doubting it ever happening in the first place. My thoughts on April have always been pretty clean. Well, usually. I am a hormonal teenager after all, and I really like this girl. So I've had my share of mental images of us or just her, that's why a simple kiss isn't exactly the craziest mental picture I have ever conjured. But I have never added words to the actions I've imagined her doing. And the ones she had said that day did two things; while it filled me with hope, it also drained me somehow. The hope she left in the space of my previously balanced level of emotions has thrown me way off course. It's had the same sickening effect on me like the feeling you get when you eat a lot of sugar, and I'm constantly debating whether I should just let it be or actually do something about it.

You're not just a mutant, Donnie. You're my mutant.

I had stood completely still while I watched her walk back inside the house after she kissed me. Several split and a few whole pieces of future firewood lay around the thick tree stump she'd left the axe in. Birds chirped. The wind made the tails on my bandana tickle my shoulders. Movement was long forgotten. I didn't remember how to blink, my own name or where I was. It was as if the kiss had drained me of everything I'd ever known. April had never liked me. She didn't like me. That was the reason for me telling her that I finally understood. That I would back off and leave her be. But now? Now I wasn't certain of anything.

"I understand… nothing," I'd said lowly while giving a slight shake of my head.

It wasn't until April closed the front door with such a final sound that I started moving again. It snapped me out of my own head and back to the yard I was standing in all alone. Or was I? A sudden desire to know if someone had been watching us was so acute I felt a lump of fear form in my throat. I spun all around with scared eyes. Even though I knew no one resided there without me being there too, I looked towards the barn. The old sliding door there was still closed, and there weren't anyone snickering from around the corner either. I then scanned the windows of the farmhouse; halfway expecting Mikey or Raphs face pressed to one of the glasses with mixed looks of curiosity and vulgarity.

But I couldn't see anyone anywhere. I was left alone with my confusion and increasingly unclear memory of a kiss I wasn't sure had ever happened. Nothing had changed. Or, well. Visually nothing had changed. I felt very much changed.

But there's one thing of which I am one hundred percent certain; the kiss that is happening right now is very much real. And it's rougher and lasts a lot longer than the first – or imagined – one.

The room had been bordering on freezing just a minute ago – something I had picked up on the minute I came inside, and I had made a mental note to check on the radiator for any loose wiring or something. But now there is heat rising everywhere and my lungs feel like they're about to explode. My hands lounge out to grab Aprils waist, all hesitance forgotten in the storm of passion I find myself locked in. April moan into my mouth, encouraging me to continue the exploration of her in the dark. Her figure feels so small in my big hands. I'm almost afraid of breaking her if I pull her too close or squeeze too tight. But she obviously fears no such thing because of the way she grinds against me, taking us both higher and makes our movements quicker and more desperate.

April breaks the kiss first. I exploit the lacking presence of her lips against mine to gulp down air similar to how a thirsty man would a large jug of ice-cold water. This is so weird. What the hell is going on? I know everything will crumble into a million tiny pieces and fade away into the darkness if I ask, but I can't stop the words from spilling from between my moist lips.

"What is.. what are you.. are we.."

I can't decide which question to ask first, so I just ramble on until her lips connects with mine again and stop me.

"It's okay, Donnie. It's all okay."

I'm a little relieved that she sounds just as out of breathe as I am. Now that my eyes are out of function I have to relay on my other senses to understand her and what she might be thinking.

"But.. but I thought you didn't want -"

"Of course I do. Didn't you hear what I said that day?"

She knows she doesn't have to elaborate on what day she's talking about. Because I obviously understand that she's referring to what she said two days ago right before she kissed me. And I've reheard it in my mind a thousand times, trying to interpret the meaning behind her words. It's difficult to finish a puzzle without all the pieces, and there's no understatement to say that I'm still missing a bunch of them.

"Didn't you?" April presses.

She lets her hands run from my shoulders and all the way down my sides until she lets one hold onto my hip. The other one continues even further south. I start breathing even faster, and I'm starting to question the intense beating inside my chest that seems to become more and more similar to a heart attack.

"Yes," I whisper.

I can't hold back the hitch that erupts from me when a hand-sized pressure presses against my bottom plastron plate. My eyes spring open and are blinded by the darkness when the hand starts rubbing. The movement is slow, deep and way too good for me to handle. My breath was already uneven before she surprised me with that touch, but now I'm sure I'm dangerously close to hyperventilating.

"Then what did I say?" I can hear April say right by my ear.

Her hand curls around my bottom plate. When she lets her fingers massage the much smoother and much more sensitive part that is the inner plastron plate, I let my head fall back against the door with a loud thud. My eyes are yet again shut close tightly. How did she know where to touch to render me defenseless against everything she does?

"Your mutant. I'm your mutant," I answer, almost plead.

I know it's stupid and it feels even more so, but I'm under the impression that she's trying to force the words out of me. Especially by the rapid friction her hand creates while she continues to rub my bottom plastron. It's painful in a wonderful way, and I can't help the little sharp intakes of breath that reveals my increasing arousal. My breath hitches and my jaw drops open when it becomes clear that I'm about to let a private and very much hidden part of me emerge right into her wickedly skilled hand.

"So have you let it sink in by now?" April asks.

It's difficult to focus on anything but her hand and the promise it carries of even greater pleasures if I just reveal myself. I notice how my feet inches further apart to grant her better access.

Better access for what? I wonder, only half present to actually finish the thought. April picks up on my shifting and starts kneading more on my underside. This spot was unreachable for her before, but now every part of me – that's not still hidden because of my decreasing willpower – is at her mercy. She places her entire hand between my legs and grasps firmly on the smooth plate there.

My knees start shaking at that.

"What do you mean?"

My words are soaked in arousal now, and a part of me wants to stop talking so that I can relish in this extraordinary attention she's giving me. But, per usual, I can't silence the never-ending line of questions and my need for analytical satisfaction. It doesn't matter that I am currently experiencing the single best thing to ever happen to me – though you really would think that something like this would put my thoughts on hold.

"What do you think, genius? You're my mutant just as much as I am yours."

Just as much as I am yours.

My eyes crack open at her words. Of course I know that it doesn't make a difference whether they're open or closed – I've known this for what feels like an hour now – but I want to look at her now that this revelation has been said.

"April.." I whisper, dipping my head down to search for her face in utter darkness.

She doesn't exist in this world where my most dominant sense is out of function. The only thing that does exist in this realm is her warmth pressed up against me and the sound of my shaking breaths caused by her hand.

From my position with my shell against the door and April standing in front of me, I find myself longing for my sight back. I pry one hand from her body to search for the light switch. My hands have been holding on to Aprils waist ever since we kissed. It's been my way of grounding myself. To remind myself of that I'm actually not alone in my room with these emotions rushing through me.

I realize now that I must have been using her for support too. I'm weak in the knees, my breath is a thing of absolute havoc and the logical thinker in me is slowly being replaced by desire, desire and even more desire.

April is the cause of it all, and not just mentally; also psychically. And now she's told me something wonderful. I have to look her in the eyes and tell her that I-

April makes it obvious that she doesn't accept me trying to move. While my mind was set on something else for a brief second, April has managed to find my tail. I must have lost my grip on it and let it spring forward – right into April's kneading fingers. I quickly resume my crippling hold on April's sides to keep myself upright. My toes curl in the carpet and I'm left gaping like a fish out of water.

This has got to be a dream. A very vivid one, I'll admit that, but a dream nonetheless.

"Relax, Donnie. Stop thinking so much and just enjoy this moment," April whispers.

A deep rumbling sound comes from deep within me when she starts a small pumping movement on my tail. She uses her thumb and index finger along the length of it, giving it a slightly stronger nudge when she reaches the very end. I pull her closer to rest my forehead on her shoulder, doing my best to stay calm and keep myself grounded. It's taking every ounce of my very being.

"A.. Ap..ril.." I say between gritted teeth.

The pressure is building in my stomach. April doubles her efforts when I moan loudly.

"Donatello," she whispers right into my ear.

The way she says my full name makes me shiver. She uses one hand to gently push my head off her shoulder and then she starts to plant soft kisses down my chest. My cheeks blow up and I let out a big guff of air, not knowing which sensation I should focus on more; the movement surrounding my tail or her wet mouth working down my front.

Her mouth. Her wet, loving mouth. Going further and further down-

"April!"

My voice has an awful crack to it when her name springs forth between my quivering lips. My fumbling hands find her, very much aware of how low she has gone, and I pull her upwards again. I'm basically radiating with both desire and nervousness.

"What's wrong?" she asks, clearly not expecting that reaction from me.

What was she expecting, exactly? A chill runs through me when it dawns on me, but I instantly try to banish the thought and all the mental images that goes with it. Getting my hopes up for that is too wild, even though the situation speaks for itself.

"Nothing is.. wrong, per say," I stammer feebly, trying to collect my chaotic thoughts before I voice them.

"I'm just wondering if.. if this is what y-you want. I mean, kissing you is already more than enough brain food for me to process."

I mentally slap myself. Am I really trying to talk her out of this? It was her that guided me up the stairs and into my bedroom. It was her that made the first move, both today and two days ago. And it was her that started to touch me. So why am I trying to cockblock myself?

I swallow, already knowing the answer. I'm trying to give her an out, an excuse, so that she can stop before she does something she doesn't really want to do.

April laughs, but she stops herself when I'm not laughing with her. She thought I made a joke. I wish for lights again so that I can interpret her face.

"I want to be with you, Donnie. I thought I had made that clear," she says, the tone of her voice loving and without hesitation.

Pinch me, someone. This has got to be a dream.

"Don't you want me?" she asks when I don't say anything.

I try to not dwell too much on the double meaning of that question, but I answer accordingly.

"Of course I do, April. But you don't have to do.. that," I say.

Her hands are on me again. They caress my face and I feel myself leaning into her touch.

"I know I don't have to, but I want to. I can slow down if you think I'm going too fast though. I don't want you to be uncomfortable, I just wanted to be.. spontaneous, I guess," she says and chuckle.

And she really was. She took me completely off guard and now I'm slowly picking up the same pace as she has. I've probably ruined the whole spontaneous- thing, but I feel better knowing that she really wants this.

She wants me.

"You're not going too fast, I'm just a little slow," I say.

"That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard coming from the smartest turtle I know," she parries.

A short flash of pain ripples through my heart. That's another thing that is an obvious discussion piece.

"And.. you're okay with that? Me being a smart turtle?" I ask.

"You could dumb it down sometimes when you're around us mere mortals, but I love how passionate you get about stuff," she answers, starting to kiss me.

I kiss her back and feel the heat rising again. She moves her attention to my neck, leaving big, wet patches there with her tongue followed by a sucking sensation that makes my knees quiver again. I hear myself moan and I press my hands onto her back, pulling her closer. She sighs against my neck when I lift her shirt ever so slightly and start kneading the skin on her lower back.

I must have died and gone to heaven, but not even here does my mind leave me alone; it's not satisfied with her answers yet.

"That wasn't what I m-meant," I say, each word a struggle.

"I know what you meant, Donnie. And yes, I am completely fine with you being a turtle," she answers, her lips still against my neck.

My manhood makes a sudden bolt against the plastron tucking it away when I hear the words my mind finally accepts. But my knees won't stop trembling so before I've really had time to think about it, I've taken her firmly in my arms and guided us both further into the darkness. I can mentally picture where my bed is; I don't need to physically see it to know where to go.

I shove us both onto it, me on top of her. I kiss her hard, finally giving in to what my body has been screaming for me to do ever since our lips touched for the first time. Her body presses against mine and her hands are all over me, but through the fog in my head I register that she is trying to get me off her. I lean onto my elbow and leave her warmth, disappointed and suddenly nervous again.

"Did I crush you a little?" I ask and laugh a little.

All of a sudden the redheaded girl has managed to straddle me, without me ever hearing or noticing her movement. Again; not going to mention that my ninja skills are nothing compared to hers when it comes to this kind of stuff.

"Donnie, I want to make you feel good," she breathes in my face and then, without waiting for an answer, she inches her way down my body.

Her weight disappears and she places herself between my legs. I push my elbows down in the mattress and lift myself up, trying to picture the scene before me. My heart is racing and when I feel her hand find my tail without even having to search, I jolt back onto my shell. Does she have night vision or something?

Moans and breathy exhales escape me while she continues to work her magic on me. My hands grab fistfuls of sheets, trying to hold onto something as the pressure in my stomach start to build up again.

"April.." I whisper and distantly register how husky I sound.

"God, your voice gets me so hot, Donnie," April says from far away and begins to rub my tail in the most perfect rhythm.

A few strokes of this and I'm a complete incoherent mess. I feel how hard I am, so much that it hurts, and this time I let myself drop down. My penis stands erect in the darkness, a lonely pole just waiting for its flag to be hoisted.

I sit up again and reach out for her, driven by pure desire and need. She feels me touching her and gives me her hand. I take it and lead it up towards my yarning manhood. Her fingertips touch me ever so slightly and I sigh at the tickling sensation this brings. Then she starts pumping me. I return to grasping feebly at the sheets, clenching my teeth. It's like the very jerking motion has left me powerless and trapped right where I am, unable to get away.

Then again; why would I want to get away from this?

"Is this okay?" April ask as the pressure just keeps on getting stronger and stronger.

"Very much okay," I answer through gritted teeth.

April laughs and her breath warms up the immediate air around my penis. She has moved her head down to the very base of me. My heart picks up the pace and I'm about to ask what she's doing now – but I don't have to ask.

A warm, wet mouth engulfs me. It's so soft and gentle, but I react as if something burned me. My entire body spasms and I moan loudly. I don't have time to feel embarrassed from this as she continue to take more and more of me into her mouth, all the while working my tail with a much faster pace than before.

"I'm.. I'm going to-" I stammer out, wanting to give her a warning before the eventual end product of her actions.

"Good. I want you to," April purrs, the humming of her voice coming out of the same throat that is currently hosting my throbbing penis.

She moves one hand to my thigh and takes turns massaging it and tickling it, all while she lets her beautiful lips lap at my penis and her other hand moving over my tail. Any fantasy I might've had of this exact moment doesn't come close to the real thing.

It's too much. I moan loudly now, not worrying about potential curious brothers eavesdropping on the other side of the door or what April must be thinking. Everything crumbles away into a soul-crushing beam of bright light as chills hug my spine and my body tense up. I let go with a shudder and a series of moans, feeling the overwhelming sensation ripple through me like a million electric wires.

April continue her sucking until I'm nothing more than a quivering, short-breathed mess. When she's sure I'm finished, she lets me go and crawl upwards again. I try to steady my heart and my breathing as she tucks herself into my side and lay her head on my shoulder. I pull her close and let out a big sigh.

"That was amazing," I whisper into her hair.

"I'm glad. How sensitive is that tail of yours, anyway?" she asks.

I snicker and feel a little awkward, but I'm not distraught by her question. If she had asked me that yesterday, I would simply have withered away. Today I feel like I could conquer anything, including awkwardness.

"How sensitive? Well, that depends. Am I supposed to rank it on a scale from one to ten or is there something you want me to compare it with?"

"Comparison has always made me understand things a lot better," she says, a smile clearly toying in the corners of her mouth.

I want to get this right; it feels very important all of a sudden that she understands. So I say:

"Then I can say that it's very similar to how it would feel like for you to get your clitoris stimulated."

There's obvious hesitation before she says anything more.

"I'm a little scared to ask, but how do you know that?"

"As an active member of the World Wide Web, I'm going to leave it to your imagination to come up with a decent answer."

She laughs, the sound of it fueling me further.

"I want you to see my research pay off in real life," I say, surprised at my own boldness and the obviousness of what I'm implying.

There's a shudder running through April at my words. Her breath is caught in her throat; I can hear it clear as day. I smile, my promise of returning the favor giving me her full attention.

"What do you have in mind?" she asks warily.

Her question is like getting the all clear and I quickly jump up so that I'm the one straddling her. I'm rewarded with a cry of surprise when we've switched places in what was her initial position.

"Donnie, what are you-"

I stop her with a kiss. She doesn't pull away or come with any kind of protest. Instead she melts into me and lifts her hands to hold onto my shoulders. She sighs and moans and I feel her fingers start to trail down my sides. Her nails catch in the crevices of my plates and I hiss into her mouth, feeling myself slipping again because of her touch.

But this time it's going to be all about her.

I continue the kiss for a little while before doing anything else, letting my hands trail slowly down her frame. It's still amazing just feeling her lips against mine, so it's kind of difficult to wrap my head around the fact that she wants me to do even more.

I grab her wrists so that she can't continue the tickling at my sides. My previous desire for a lighting source has disappeared in the excitement of feeling our way around. Both when it comes to my room, but also our bodies.

I collect both her wrists with one hand and pull them up above her head. There I press them into the mattress, leaving her unable to get away even if she wanted to. Then I start kissing and sucking on her neck, which lets out literal whimpers from the girl under me. I smile against her skin, knowing that I'm the one being the cause of her pleasure.

I let the other hand wander further down. I let it hover over her crotch, and then I press it onto her.

April breaks the kiss to moan. She actually breaks the kiss to moan. I don't say anything as her breathing gets more and more uneven, but mentally I'm giving myself a high five. I can hear from her unsteady breathing that she is shaking.

"Is this close to what you had in mind?" I ask innocently and rub just a little faster.

"That.. works," April pants, already on her way to follow the one-track minded footsteps I had taken just a minute ago.

But even for someone who doesn't wear clothes, I know that my touch isn't nearly as intimate as the one she had given me.

"You want to benefit from my eager studying, right?" I whisper.

A small twinge starts in my stomach and vibrates all over me when she whispers sounds of affirmation, unable to use her voice.

"Then lie completely still while I open your fly."

She does what she's told. I pry away the offending jeans garment from her hips. I push it as far down as I can, and without saying what I do next, I lift up her shirt so that her breasts and stomach is bare. Of course I can't see any of this, but knowing that a nearly naked April O'Neill lies beneath me gets my blood pumping.

I follow my next instinct and start kissing my way down her front. I find her breasts and turn my attention to one of the nipples. I lick it once, then blow on it, then I start licking it several times without stopping. April was shivering before, but now this is accompanied by guttural sounds that just keep on getting louder. I never let go of her wrists above her head. She tries to jerk free, but her attempts are futile; she might be a better ninja in absolute darkness, but I'm still stronger than her.

I leave a trail of kisses down her stomach until I know I'm just a couple of centimeters from her most sensitive part. I left her underwear on, a conscious act on my part. I lift myself so that I'm hovering over her entire frame again, still with her hands locked above her, and then I move my hand over her crotch. April takes a sharp intake of air when she feels me touching her there. I move my hand all over, not putting any particular pressure anywhere, but then I let one finger make a lazy trail up and down the outline of her slit under the thin fabric of clothing still separating her from my touch.

"Please.. Donnie," April whimpers, and I feel her hips buck up towards my hand, trying to grind herself on me.

She doesn't have to ask twice. I remove her underwear and break her folds apart to feel my way into the surprising warmth that radiates from between her legs. She is dripping wet; my fingers are slick with her juices the minute they meet the soft skin there. April's moans are like music to my ears, and I move my pointing finger up to where my browser history has told me the clitoris reside.

Her sounds of affirmation reach the occasional high-pitched little shriek now and then as I start making circles on the little nub I find.

"Is this okay?" I ask, amused that I used her own words from before against her.

And I am even more amused when all she can do is moan in response.

I move my head down to her breasts again, lapping at the hard little nipples while I continue to finger her. I try to read her body language without having to ask what she wants – and it seems to be going really well. She writhes below me and moans loudly. I feel her trying to get away from my hand, maybe the sensation is getting too much for her as well, but I hold her in place.

"You're not going anywhere," I murmur against one of her breasts.

April hisses at that and I can feel her arching her back. I smile. Being vocal and using my low and husky voice obviously agrees with her. I decide to further explore this.

"And now I want to taste you," I say, finally releasing her hands and moving down her body before she gets the time to adjust to her new freedom.

I lay with my head between her legs, gripping her thighs firmly, and then I let my tongue dig into her folds. At first I only lap on the outside and all around her, teasing her, building up the pressure I know she must be feeling. Then I let the tip of my tongue find her clit and I gently flicker it.

April must be going wild with arousal because she is shivering like a leaf. I hear the unmistaken sound of sheets being gripped and pulled on; she obviously is trying to ground herself.

But I don't let her get the chance. I go harder and more concentrated, only flickering my tongue on her clit.

"D-Donnie," April whimpers, her voice really nothing more than breathes.

"Mhm?" I answer, still with my tongue focused on her sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Talk to me," she says and her moans reveal that she is close.

I don't want it to be over, so I stop licking her and move up to her breasts again. I alternate between the two of them, lapping and blowing on the nipples while April continues to shake.

"You taste like heaven. I love licking your beautiful heath," I say as low and husky as I can.

April grab my face and pull me to her lips. The taste of herself must spur her on further because she sighs into my mouth.

"Do you like how wet I am because of you?" she whispers.

This time it's my turn to feel the shivers. The whole situation has never ceased to make me hard, but this particular sentence just hit different.

"Yeah, I do. You're so wet, April."

"Please, Donnie. I want your tongue on me again," she breathes, her breath hitching when I bite her nipple.

Again; she doesn't have to ask twice. I move back down and resume my position between her shaking legs. I hungrily put my tongue on her and immediately start licking with a little more strength than before. April is clawing at my head, holding me there. Her moans encourage me to continue my effort, which I double.

April's whole frame is starting to tense up. The sounds she makes are beautiful. I could listen to them all day and not get tired. That's why I hope this won't be the last time I hear them, because I sense that this will all be over really soon.

In a particular intense tongue game from her, April lets go. She moans and bucks her hips, trying to both get closer and get away from my mouth. But my strong arms hold her in place and demand her lay there until she is completely empty. I lick and suck on her clit as if it's the last thing I get to do on Gods green earth and she reacts accordingly. Her breathing is non-existent for several seconds as I'm pretty sure her very soul just left her body.

Then she starts taking in air in big gulfs. I'm still licking, taking advantage of her not being able to do anything but focus on her breathing, wanting to give her the longest lasting orgasm possible.

"Stop. You have to s-stop," April manages to squeeze out from lungs she just now filled with a little bit of air.

I give her a few more licks for good measure and then I stop. I let go of her thighs, still trembling in the aftermath, and hoist myself up to lie beside her. It's quiet, except April's shaky breathing.

"Well, your research certainty paid off," April finally says.

"It was good?" I ask, playing dumb.

As if her screams hadn't been heard from miles away.

"Good? Good?" she repeats.

"I'm an absolute puddle. Your tongue and your hands are magical, Donatello Hamato."

I smile, even though she can't see it.

"Where are the others? How did you know we'd get to have this time together?" I ask.

As if it was planned, the sound of the main entrance door getting blasted open downstairs reaches us, making us both jump. The sound is followed by laughter and an occasional curse – most of them from Raph, but some colorful phrases come from Casey too.

"Hey, Donnie! You there? Come look at the Christmas tree we found! It's freakin' awesome, dude! April, bring out the decorations; this baby deserves to shine!"

Mikey's excited voice calling for me is surprisingly infectious. The corners of my mouth twitch involuntarily when what he's talking about becomes audible by four pairs of grunts trying to force something big and rattling through the narrow doorway. I hear what must be chunks of snow fall from the spikey pine needles and land on the carpet.

April pokes me on the snout with her finger. Everything she does is unexpected because of the lack of light, so I blink at the contact.

"That's how," she says.

I hear the smile in her voice, and I smile back at her even though she can't see it. But I think she senses it because she wraps me in a hug and then gives my cheek a feather light kiss.

The violent shoving and loud talking continues downstairs. It's amazing how the combined volume of my three brothers and Casey manages to make its way up a flight of stairs, down a corridor and through a closed door without being muffled in the slightest.

"I don't understand why I had to join in on this. You're the one who wanted this stupid tree, Mikey. Not me," Raphael growls, and I can imagine how his lightning green eyes pierce through whoever dares to look at him with amusement.

Mikey only laughs, of course.

"Come on, Raph. Where's your Christmas spirit?" Leo asks.

"Yeah, dude. Why not celebrate a little for once instead of constantly being in a funk?"

My eyebrows lower at the sound of Casey's cheerful voice entering the conversation.

"Because in case you've forgotten, Jones; there isn't a hell of a lot to celebrate nowadays!" Raphael snaps.

I automatically pull April closer as if to somehow prove Raphael wrong. Or maybe to spare her of his terrible words. April inches closer to me too.

It turns dead silent down there. I can only picture how their previously happy and playful expressions slowly pry away from their faces. The atmosphere is drained of all its lightheartedness by just one sentence filled with realism. What is left is the boiling casserole of problems starting to boil over. We keep the lid on more often than we probably should, but if we don't we will all go crazy for sure. What's wrong with trying to focus on better things in times of great disaster?

"Geez, Raph. Just because you're green doesn't mean you have to be a total Grinch."

I chuckle when Raph's anticipated smack to the back of Mikey's head echoes up to where we stand so close. The others laugh, trying to smooth that one little hiccup out of the way and resume their Christmas cheer.

I move my hands up to rest on April's shoulders when Mikey calls for me again. Shortly after he starts asking for April too.

"I'm coming, Mikey," I shout, and feel my body react incredibly fast when April cup the edge of me again.

"Are you? Well, let me help you."

Her lips are right by my ear when she speaks. It makes me shiver helplessly. This time it's a real struggle to hide myself from her searching fingers. I moan at the contact, feeling heat threatening to make me let go again. The mere memory of what we did in the dark is making me hard again. The need to all but usurp the warmth the lovely redhead radiates helps guiding my tense arms around her waist. Our pelvises press together. This time it's April's turn to moan.

The boys downstairs continue their loud endeavors, one of them suggesting they look upstairs for us. April quickly kisses me one last time before getting dressed and opening the door. The dim light from the small crack there almost blinds me from being left in absolute darkness for so long.

April takes hold of my hand like before and leads me out of the room. When we come out into the corridor I can finally make out her figure again, and the smile she gives me makes the mutant bats awake in my stomach again. Raphael doesn't know just how mistaken he is.