Chapter Eighteen: Reunion

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Sable woke late in the morning. Eyes fluttering open, she found Donnie cradling her tenderly in his arms, his boyish face brightening in a smile when he noticed her waking. Before she could contemplate what had happened between them last night, the passion and beauty of true love making, and the thought she had shared such a thing with a mutated turtle and feel guilty or even ashamed of the numerous orgasms she had with him, Donnie's finger delicately traced her cheek.

"You are so beautiful," he breathed, feathering touches along her temple and pale hair.

Now most males when they say such things are trying to get sex and using bold faced flattery to prop a woman's ego and gain trust for another round of sexual Twister. But not Donnie. Sable could tell.

He wasn't merely speaking sentiments she wanted to hear. He wasn't spewing empty expressions of love for exchange in sexual favors.

He was honest, speaking directly from his naive, timid, little heart that was so open and accepting, despite the cruelty he had endured. Even when they made love last night, he voiced his passion in shouts and muttered endearments in her ear as both reached for the heavens.

She loved him for that. Of all the crazy, outlandish things in the world, she had somehow managed to lose her heart to this gangly, bespeckled mutant turtle. She knew he loved her too, as he gasped while coming the night before.

But he wasn't embarrassed such a thing had slipped out in the heat of the moment.

The declaration had shocked and thrilled her. It was early in their relationship, but it somehow seemed perfect. And she had no trouble returning his sentiments, sealing their lips in a vow as he filled her with love.

Playfully, Sable wiggled forward, pressing a kiss to his lips, her hands grasping his shoulders. It took little effort but she succeeded in pulling Donnie on top. Her legs opened automatically, accepting him as her lips coaxed his into sensual play.

Donnie made a soft hoot as he was drawn into her embrace. Eagerly he returned her affection.

As Sable had hoped, his tail stiffened and his cock protruded, seeking entry. He made no hurried movement to unite them, simply enjoying the teasing, pleasurable kisses that had Sable flushing, mewling helplessly, her feet rubbing his calves expectantly.

He loved it when she was needy.

Taking pity he penetrated her slowly, swallowing her moan as easily as she took his full length.

She nearly came right then and there.

But like previously, he remained still, drowning her with kisses and touches, savoring everything he could, from the taste of her lips, the softness of her skin, the plumpness of her breasts, the plane of her stomach and ribs. He was driving her crazy, and he had yet to start moving!

With agonizing slowness, he began to move, lips and hands never stopping in their exploration and worship. Still wound up from the several romps in the night, (her naïve turtle was randy as hell and an eager learner,) or simply turned on by the passion and fire Donnie exuded, Sable came undone, fisting him tightly and earning his growl in her ear.

The sound went straight into the most primal, instinctual level of her womanhood. She came harder, rising and falling in rapid crescendo.

Donnie drew up, staring into her eyes, their hips meeting in wet, frantic motions, and with a barn owl hoot, he stiffened, coming violently, coating her inner walls with his thick cream.

It tickled her he was so emotive, especially his adorable expressions when he finally succumbed to pleasure and soared with her. She kissed him soundly as he drifted back to Earth.

Donnie gradually regained his senses. Sable smiled up at him, face flushed in pleasure, her inner walls slow to release him from their intimate grip. Humming, he nuzzled her affectionately, reveling in the shared intimacy for a few moments before pulling out.

Sable sighed, caressing his cheek. "That was… amazing."

"You're amazing," Donnie corrected, dropping a kiss to her swollen lips. "Are you hungry?"

"Seconds?" Sable asked, half serious. She didn't think he'd be up to another round, given the thorough orgasm they both shared.

Donnie laughed. "I meant for food. I can cook something if you want to take a bath."

"You cook?" Sable asked, tracing the lines of his plastron.

"Functionally adept in a kitchen," Donnie said with a shrug. "Mikey's the true gourmet."

Sable grinned mischievously, her hand sliding down to grip his thick tail that was still wet from their union. He gasped at the unexpected touch.

"I'll be the judge on how adept you are in a kitchen."

Donnie snickered, reaching out to cup her breast and give her nipple a hard tweak that made her twitch. If she was going to play dirty, he could reciprocate.

"After breakfast. Hopefully your table is sturdy."

Sable wanted to faint, but bit her lip, releasing Donnie's tail and drawing up to place a delicate kiss on his jaw. She breathed heavily, "You're on. And if you break the table, we'll move to the counters."

"I better get cooking then," Donnie muttered, scurrying from the bedroom, his shell disappearing around the corner in the blink of an eye.

Sable lay in bed a moment, staring up at the dark, stained ceiling. The past week had been something out of a fairytale. She felt as if she was a princess, saved from an evil knight by a kindhearted dragon.

Rolling out of bed, and cringing at the sticky mess, she padded into the bathroom, turning the tap as hot as it would go to fill the claw foot cast iron tub. She loved the antique tub, as it was deep enough to cover her breasts when she reclined. Using toilet paper, she wiped down her thighs while the tub filled.

She heard Donnie banging around in the kitchen and crossed her legs as a dull throb surfaced, anticipating a glorious romp in the kitchen. Once the tub was full she slid into the water and groaned, relaxing into its heated embrace. Her hands drifted over her breasts, so full and heavy, aching for a three fingered touch. Lower, over her flat stomach and down between her legs, where she could still sense the ghost of him moving within her.

Sable gave a sigh of contentment. No other man had made her feel so fulfilled, desired, truly appreciated and even possibly, loved. Course, she had only ever slept with two other men, so it wasn't like she had a lot of experience.

But with Donnie, things were different. Dramatically so. It was hard to say, exactly, the right words elusive, but Sable just knew she could never be with another man after Donnie. He was everything she ever hoped and dreamed for in a partner. Even if he did bear green skin and a shell.

She hurried and bathed, eager to see what Donnie had cooked up. She was starving. And not only for the food. She wanted dessert…. slow and filling, bent over the table and weeping Donnie's name.

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Donnie panted in relief when the main drain came into the view. He had taken the route only twice before on various excursions with his brothers. They had traversed the sewers and drains all their lives, learning the extensive routes between destinations. But this far out, approximately one mile out of the city, Donnie was tired. He had been traveling for several hours, stealthily keeping near the road, taking tunnels and drains and ditches. He cursed his lack of electronics.

After being tortured for a month (had it really been so long?) then barely escaping with his life, only to tumble into bed with Sable, to which he would never complain, and now he was taking the long journey home, where he hoped to be able to finally rest in the loving embrace of his family.

He longed for the familiar tunnels and sounds of his siblings in their daily banter. No doubt they would bombard him with questions when he returned. Though tired, Donnie was prepared to recount his ordeal.

Minus his bedroom exploits.

His brothers or father didn't need to know about that.

Night was starting to set low on the city when Donnie gained the final tunnel that led home. He was barely over the threshold when there was a large shelled wall before him, pulling him into a hug and chattering incessantly in his ear.

"Donnie! Bro, have we missed you!" Mikey yelled in Donnie's ear. "Dude, it's so good to see you! You're a sight for sore eyes! It's about time you came home! We've missed you so much!"

As soon as he noticed the lanky turtle at the door, Mikey had honed in on him and landed with the subtly of a missile.

Donnie teetered for a moment, trying to compensate for Mikey's added weight while he practically pawed and shook the resident genius nearly out of his shell.

Soon other voices joined in the welcoming of their brother, Leo and Raph wrapping their arms around Donnie (and Mikey, who refused to relinquish his hold) and cried with joy. Splinter hobbled in a moment later, wiggling his way toward his lost son to embrace him.

Sobbing with relief, Donnie sank down on the ground, taking his family with him. For a long time they simply held on tight, glad to be back together, safe and sound.

Life had not been the same with Donnie gone.

After a lot of crying, bumping and rubbing of shells (their way of showing affection since they were hatchlings,) hugs, words of endearment, and random emotional tears, the family broke apart, Mikey rushing off to make a celebratory pizza. Donnie followed their youngest into the kitchen, his brothers and father following and seating themselves around the table while Mikey worked.

Donnie didn't mention the numerous bruises and cuts on Leo and Raph, already knowing the cause of their dissention. They sat opposite at the table and though they weren't downright glaring, there was an underlying friction.

Splinter narrowed his eyes, observing Donnie in the brighter light.

"You are changed, my son. There is something different about you."

"Yeah, he smells funny," Mikey quipped as he worked.

Since they were young, the turtles had their own unique scent, distinguishing them one from another. Most of the time their scents mingled, as they were always engaging in battle, and Mikey was notorious for wanting hugs (Raph as well, though he tormented his siblings with bear hugs he dubbed 'shellcrackers,' their version of a wedgie or noogie,) thus all four brothers carried the scent of the others.

Donnie ignored Mikey's observation, preparing himself to give a more detailed account of his ordeal. He had only glanced over the details when he called the night before. Hopefully he'd only have to do this once. He wasn't fond of recalling his torture.

"After the fight, I woke up in an isolation room," Donnie began, hoping Mikey could hold his tongue and not interrupt with a million questions. "I didn't know where I was, or if you guys had been captured as well. I gave a bogus story so my captors would see me as a dumb animal and drop their guard."

Leo and Raph exchanged dark looks, Raph shifting in his seat and curling his lip.

"But the man in charge, Mr. Point, was one of the scientists that worked for Sacks during our initial capture. He helped create the glass cages we were kept in," Donnie explained, noticing Mikey pause in his preparation and give an involuntary shudder. "So he knew I was lying about my origin. He fitted me with a shock collar to keep me under control and performed experiments, testing my intelligence, strengths, weaknesses."

Raph growled lowly. Leo put a hand on his arm to calm him and allow Donnie to continue without interruption.

"They took blood and tissue samples, scanning me with every medical device available," Donnie said, glossing over the part where his bodily fluids were taken. "They were learning everything they could about my physiology. But as I played the submissive lab experiment, I gathered intel in order to escape."

"You didn't beat someone up and karate chop them into next week?" Mikey asked, joining the group while the pizza baked. He hovered next to Donnie, his attention rapt on the genius' tale.

"No." Donnie gave a shake of his head. "I didn't want them to realize my ninja training. When it came to the strength and endurance tests, I showed a fraction of my true abilities, pretending to be taxed to my limits. I didn't want them to know what I was capable of."

"To ensure bigger surprise when you made your escape," Leo said with a nod of understanding. "Brilliant."

Donnie gave a lopsided shrug.

"They had removed my tracker so I knew it was near impossible for you guys to find me," Donnie explained.

"I wondered about that," Mikey put in. He leaned on Donnie's shell, seeking comfort and confirmation his brother was really home. Wrapping his arms around Donnie, he hugged his brother tight, making sure he was really there and not a dream. "We tried to find you, bro, but nothing was coming up on the scanners."

"I hope you didn't mess up my system," Donnie quipped, extracting himself from Mikey and eyeing the youngest suspiciously.

"Nope. Honest." Mikey help up his hand in a solemn oath. The very picture of innocence.

"Continue," Splinter urged, getting back to the story so Mikey wouldn't deviate. Again.

"There was another man who came during some of the tests," Donnie confided, feeling that cold slither its way into his bones when thinking about the elusive man. Mikey hid in his shadow, reluctant to put distance between them. Donnie didn't mind. He knew Mikey needed to be close to his siblings. "He seemed to think I held the key to global domination or alien intervention. Called himself Bishop. He gave me the chills."

"Big scary dude? Dead eyes? Severe haircut? No sign of emotions or personality?" Mikey hazarded a guess. When Donnie's shocked face confirmed the description, Mikey snorted, waving his hand airily. "Typical bad guy. I swear, the bad guys don't have anything original anymore."

"Hope you wiped him off the planet," Raph growled.

"I didn't see him when we escaped."

"Speaking of…" Splinter prompted, one ratty brow raised questioningly.

"Yeah, about that," Donnie said, rubbing the back of his neck, darkness coloring his cheeks. He had spoken of Sable to his family during the phone call the previous evening, but he refreshed everyone's memory in the hopes of easing them into the idea of Donnie in a relationship with the beautiful human. "A woman was part of their experiment. We escaped together. Took us a week, but we made it to her family farm in Jersey, where I called from yesterday." Donnie glanced to his father. "Her name is Sable and… I… I've…. fallen in love with her."

Splinter drew up. "Love? After such a short time?"

Leo was scowling, jaw twitching. He wasn't happy with the news.

Raph was staring open mouthed, shocked his nerdy brother had developed such feelings in such a short span of time.

Donnie observed the world with a skeptical, scientific eye. It was strange he would allow his heart to lead him, especially only after knowing this strange woman for barely a week.

Mikey leaned further onto Donnie, shells rubbing, waggling his brow and grinning. "Have you kissed her?"

"Mikey," Donnie sighed in exasperation. "Don't start that crap. I'm being serious."

Splinter appeared unconvinced. "What makes you so sure you are in love with this young lady?"

Donnie didn't want to explain the circumstances of how he met Sable, so he concentrated on her attributes.

"She's beautiful and smart and funny and…" Donnie broke off when Leo got up and left the table.

Splinter looked sadly after his eldest, knowing what was troubling Leo, but unable to help. This situation could prove more disastrous than anticipated.

Mikey settled onto Leo's vacated seat and waved a hand. "Dude, we already know the spiel. What we want to know is, what made you fall for her in the first place? And, does she feel the same way?"

Donnie bit back a retort about the amazing sex they shared, and focused on other things less intrusive. Things he wasn't embarrassed to directly tell his father.

"She volunteered for a clinical trial on medication," Donnie started slowly, staring off into the distance in memory of Sable explaining her dire diagnosis and circumstances that brought them together. "She was willing to allow doctors to try treatments on her in the hopes it could lead to a cure and help others."

"Unselfish," Raph grunted, then grinned at Donnie. "Sounds like someone you'd fall for."

Donnie ducked his head, hiding his blush. "She was… accepting. Helped me escape that place."

"What? Were they holding her hostage or something?" Raph asked, half joking. His expression fell upon seeing Donnie's face. Anger darkened his green eyes as he growled, lowly. "She was a prisoner?"

Donnie gave a slow nod. "I didn't know it at the time, but the samples they were taking from me, they were extracting the mutagen and experimenting on humans. The others who were part of the experiment died, but Sable had shown positive results. They gave her an injection of unadulterated mutagen and she was cured."

"That stuff actually works?" Mikey gaped.

"I feared what would become of her if I left her behind, so I took her with me," Donnie explained. "We escaped and she offered haven at her grandparents farm in Jersey. In fact, she's offered it as a secondary base in case our lair is ever discovered or we're separated."

"A safe haven outside the city?" Splinter asked skeptically. "And you believe this woman, Sable, is trustworthy? That she can keep our secret?"

"We spent several nights on the run," Donnie said, picking his words carefully. "During that time, we got to know each other very well. I believe she is honorable. Able to keep our secret and not betray us. She feels indebted to me for saving her life. For taking her away from the monsters experimenting on her."

"And she has feelings for you as well?" Splinter asked, finding it hard to believe Donnie could fall in love so easily. He hoped it wasn't a kind of fallout over the recent loss of someone they all cared about.

Transference, the medical field called it.

Donnie offered a wistful smile. "Yes. She does."

He couldn't tell his father she had declared such feelings in the throes of passion, lying on a table, legs wrapped around Donnie's waist as he filled her until dripping.

"That's awesome!" Mikey whooped, tugging on Raph's huge arm to get his brother to high five him. Raph swatted Mikey upside the head in annoyance. Mikey wasn't to be deterred though. "She going to come visit? Oh, is she going to stay with us? Are you going to introduce her or do we have to go find her?"

Donnie sighed in exasperation. "She lives in New Jersey. Takes a couple of hours to travel on foot. She will visit and stay when she feels comfortable. I'll introduce you when the time is right," Donnie glanced in the direction Leo disappeared. "Until then, I'll be visiting her and spending weekends at the farm, installing security system and doing some repairs. The place needs some work."

"Need help?" Mikey perked up, wanting desperately to meet the girl who had caught Donnie's interest. "Raph and I can help. We're strong. We're good workers."

Donnie smirked at Raph's eye roll.

"Later, Mikey."

"Right," Mikey said, drawing out the word. He winked. "Need some alone time."

That was the truth but Donnie wasn't going to admit that. Not with his father sitting opposite.

"Need time to get to know each other and grow as a couple. See if our relationship is going anywhere, or if it's merely a passing attraction."

"Sounds too science-y for me," Mikey quipped. "Either you like and trust each other or you don't. Not that complicated, bro."

"Actually, it's far more complicated than that," Donnie tried to explain, but Mikey already had that distant, far off look that meant he was mentally traveling down a fantasy road and words eluded his consciousness.

Raph noted Mikey's expression, too. He sighed, rolling his eyes. He turned to Donnie and spoke.

"If you really love this chick, we'll give her the benefit of the doubt." He cast a look where Leo disappeared. "All of us, whether we agree or not."

"Thanks, guys," Donnie said sincerely. It meant a lot to him that his family would be supportive of his relationship with Sable.

Raph flexed, smirking at the idea of confronting Leo on the behalf of Donnie's lady-friend. Raph was eager to meet the human who stole Donnie's heart. He was betting she was a mirror image of his brother, lanky limbed, bespeckled, and a total tech nerd. He foresaw a lot of late nights with the two geniuses engrossed in computers or science stuff.

"Let us know when you need us at the farm," Raph said, drawing Mikey out of his thoughts to nod emphatically. "We'll pack up the truck and spend a weekend working on the place."

Mikey nearly launched himself from his seat with excitement.

"Hey, can we have a bonfire? With smores and stuff?"

"Sleeping under the stars?" Raph asked, perking up a little. The idea of enjoying a night out in the open, without need to hide or fear of being seen by humans was very appealing.

"That would be fun," Mikey chimed in. "We could tell ghost stories and pee in the woods!"

Donnie fought hard not to face palm.

Leave it to Mikey to find the simplest of pleasures.

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Okay, who adores Mikey? Turtle is beyond cute and sweet!

Forewarned: there will be a LOT of loving and building of relationships before we get to majorly heavy, dark, scary, and dangerous situations with the boys. The threats will come, from within and from without. Gonna take some time to slow it down and deal with the interactions between Sable and Donnie, and the family as a whole.

Nuther warning; Leo's gonna be an asshole