Chapter Twenty: The Best Part of Waking Up….

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Donnie awoke to lips caressing his cheek. Eyes fluttering awake, he found Sable smiling up at him, her hands sliding from his chest to his shoulders.

"Morning," Donnie muttered, returning her affection. He grunted when she grasped his tail, squeezing it in silent demand. As always, he was at her command.

Long and hard he extended into her hand, where she guided him to her center. Her leg hooked around his hip and with a little nudge, he penetrated her with ease. Sable sighed, moaning as he pushed in deep, touching the place inside that made her eyes roll back into her head.

"Now it's a good morning," she breathed, groaning as he started to move.

Donnie rolled on top of her, kissing her soundly and drinking in her mews of pleasure. He had missed this. A lot. Many nights had been spent stroking his tail, his mind replaying Sable's cries. His own hand was a pale comparison to Sable, but it helped take the edge off until he could return to her bed.

The world simply fell away as the two moved, exchanging kisses and caresses, basking in the adoration and attention of the other as they slowly climbed to the peak. Sable gasped, feeling that tightening coil behind her navel. She clutched Donnie, who began to hoot, shortening his stroke as he too neared his end.

Sable cried out, soaring over the edge. A second later, Donnie joined her, making sure to thoroughly soak the bedding before collapsing on Sable, his breath hot and fast in her ear.

Sable hummed, caressing Donnie's sides as he regained his senses.

"Breakfast?" Donnie asked, nuzzling Sable and kissing her neck.

"Scrambled eggs okay with you?" Sable asked, seeking his mouth.

"Fine," Donnie muttered, his tongue engaging in war with hers for a long moment.

He broke their kiss, lest he take her again and delay their day. It was a tempting offer, but he had a lot of things to get done on the farm before he could indulge in his physical needs. He pulled out, tasting her groan at his absence.

"Later tonight. I promise."

Donnie slid out of bed, tugging on loose fitting pants he had brought with him and placed on top of her dresser, and headed to the kitchen to start breakfast. Sable watched him leave, grinning at the tightness of his ass showcased in black before he (and his ass) disappeared from view. She stretched, feeling relaxed and rejuvenated. Donnie had that effect on her.

After a quick freshen up in the bathroom, she followed her nose to the kitchen, where Donnie's shell was swaying as he whisper-rapped while cooking. Sable was too short to come up behind him and kiss his back or neck, his shell also providing a whole new obstacle. She settled on taking a firm grab of his ass, earning a cute little hoot of surprise.

He jumped, whirling to find his lover grinning up at him.

Sable's mouth opened upon finding the purple band around Donnie's eyes.

"What's up with the mask?" she asked, finding the color to be appealing to Donnie's personality. Donnie lowered his head, giving her the chance to finger the material while she greeted him with a kiss.

Donnie gave a one sided shrug, "Habit. We each have our own unique color preferences. I'm purple, Leo is blue, Raph is red, and Mikey is orange."

"It's…cute," Sable said, tilting her head and judging the look. "It suits you. You seem more…dressed, when you're wearing it."

"We do feel naked without our masks," Donnie grunted, eyeing the gap in Sable's robe that showed her pale neck and alluring collarbones. He dropped a kiss to her neck, earning a soft sigh.

Sable's stomach chose that moment to rumble. Donnie had a way of working up her appetite. The eggs fried in the skillet, Donnie's attention keeping them from sticking. Wanting some sausage to go with her eggs, Sable opened the fridge and bent to retrieve the roll.

Donnie's hand smacked her ass, causing her to wiggle and grin seductively over her shoulder. He growled low in warning.

Sable got out another skillet and began cooking the sausages. The aroma coming from the kitchen was enough to make her forget about sex for a moment. Her mouth watered, basking in the wafting fumes of the sausage.

When breakfast was served, Sable wolfed down her food, eyeing Donnie was who absorbed in the electronics he had retrieved from the truck before he started to cook. He scanned over the readouts that were linked to his computers at home. His phone resided on the table, the screen highlighted to alert him of a message.

Sable thought it strange Donnie was avoiding his phone. She curled her nose at her plate, smacking her lips together.

"Does the sausage taste funny to you?"

"Hmm?" Donnie asked, putting down his Ipad to smile at his lady love. He took a bite of the sausage, chewing thoughtfully, then shook his head. "No, doesn't taste funny."

"Must be my taster," Sable shrugged. She did just brush her teeth. Perhaps mint and sausage shouldn't be combined? "So, what are your plans today? Do they involve a lot of nudity and screaming?"

She waggled her brow suggestively. Spending the day on his tail was very appealing.

"I need to get started on a security system," Donnie said, waving his Ipad. "I have cameras and gear in the truck."

"Need me to do a supply run?" Sable asked.

Her sister had returned her car earlier in the week, along with a trunk full of groceries. Since Sable had been diagnosed as a terminal case, her family had received all her possessions. Now she was in 'remission', they were more than happy to return her things.

She was lucky she had such a wonderful, generous family. They looked out for one another. She only hoped that when the time was right, they would be as accepting and loving of Donnie.

"I already brought everything," Donnie grinned. He checked the clock on the wall and shoved the last couple of spoonful of egg into his mouth and deposited his plate in the sink. "I better get started."

Donnie gave Sable a kiss before disappearing out the door. A minute later he was banging around in the moving van.

Sable curled her nose at her plate and scraped off the leftovers, no longer hungry. She wasn't mechanically inclined, nor did she posses Donnie's strength, so there wasn't much for her to do by means of helping him. But that didn't stop her from learning and trying. Hurrying upstairs, she picked out faded jeans and baggy tee shirt she wouldn't mind getting dirty.

She found Donnie on the far right side of the house, off from the kitchen that was closest to the back where he was parked. He was placing tools next to the door, his brilliant mind working out the best angle for the camera held in his left hand.

Down the four stairs and parked in front of the garage was the moving van with 'Tartaruga Brothers' painted on the side. The back doors were open, showing not only the regular equipment utilized by Donnie and his brothers during their missions, but a few boxes and oddities Donnie had packed to turn the farm into a secondary base.

As always when Donnie was focused on a task, he was oblivious to everything around him. Sable took the opportunity to pinch his backside, earning a squeak and lift of his shell. He grinned at Sable, thankful she wasn't an enemy that snuck up on him.

Course, if the Foot ever grabbed his ass, Donnie would be concerned, and a more than a little uncomfortable.

"I'm not electrically inclined but I'd like to help," Sable said, tugging the tall turtle down for a quick kiss. "What do you want me to do?"

"Nothing," Donnie said, tingling in all the right places. This love stuff was nice. "I have it covered."

Sable pouted. "Need me to get any tools or another camera?"

Donnie had a feeling she wasn't going to leave him alone. Kinda like Mikey when he was in the mood to be helpful.

"Sure. There's a purple toolbox on the right. Has the wires I need."

"Got it," Sable said, hurrying to the van to find the indicated box.

She carried it up to Donnie as he drilled holes into the wood to run cables.

"I need the blue wire," Donnie said, hoping Sable wouldn't be like Mikey and get him shocked. Mikey and electricity didn't mix.

Sable bent over, unlocking the latches and opening the box. Finding the roll of blue wire she stood up, handing it to Donnie.

And promptly leaned over the banister and puked on the scrubby azaleas.

Donnie was at her side in an instant, terrified.

Sable wheezed and gagged, choking on the burning stench of foul, partially digested sausage. The smell curled her nose, making her even sicker. The vomit wouldn't stop coming, dredging up the very bowels of the Earth. Eyes watering, gasping for breath, Sable groaned, knuckles turning white on the banister as she tapered off into a dry heave.

A cool clothe was pressed on her forehead as she regained her breath. Donnie pulled one of the wicker chairs closer and helped her to sit down.

"Head between knees," he instructed, holding another cool clothe on the back of her neck.

Sable leaned forward, feeling the world want to pitch and take her stomach with it. The taste of rank sausage coated her throat and mouth, making her want to heave anew. She wiped her mouth, trying to erase the taste. Donnie's concerned face loomed.

"Better?" he asked.

Sable nodded and decided she needed to take steel wool to her tongue to eliminate the coating of rotten sausage.

"Yeah. Much. Thank you. How did you know how to take care of me?"

"Mikey used to get sick a lot," Donnie confided. "His stomach had a hard time adapting to human food at first. It was rough when we were toddlers."

Sable offered a muffled chuckle. From what Donnie imparted of his family, Mikey was notorious for inhaling any food he saw, and often times suffered with a stomachache.

"That damn sausage," Sable said, finding even the mention of the horrendous food made her stomach churn.

"Probably sat out and then refrigerated again," Donnie said knowingly. "Saw a report on that awhile back. Businesses don't want to write off the loss, so they'll put potentially spoiled food in the cooler."

"Figures," Sable muttered, wiping her face.

Donnie helped her to her feet. "Go lay down. You have food poisoning. Take some medication and rest."

Sable wasn't going to argue. She felt like crap. And if she wanted to play Terrapin Twister later, she didn't want to puke. But first thing she was going to do was throw the spoiled food away.

Donnie caressed her cheek with his knuckle, the love and concern magnified a hundred times in his glasses.

Sable was struck by just how much he loved her, and how much she loved him. She wanted nothing more than to take him back to bed, but he was right. She needed some meds and rest. There'd be plenty of time later to rock his shell.

Right now, she wanted nothing more than to gargle an hour and brush her teeth with steel wool.

And take a quick shower, as the force of her vomiting had made her pee a little.

So attractive.

"I'm going to have a quick shower and lay down a bit," Sable said, cradling her cheek in Donnie's palm.

"Good idea," Donnie said, his thumb tracing along her jaw. He shook his head to clear the emotions threatening to distract him. "I'll try to be quiet and not disturb you."

Sable made a face, deciding it was time to get that horrid taste out of her mouth. She extracted herself from Donnie's touch and went into the kitchen, first going to the fridge. The expiration date on the sausage pack read five days left of viability, but Sable didn't trust it. Even the smell from the package turned her stomach. She threw the remainder in the trash and headed upstairs to scrub up.

So much for getting greasy and dirty while helping Donnie. It would have been a lot of fun to clean each other up.

She stripped, gargling and brushing her teeth again before climbing into the shower. After a fast scrub, she felt much better. Hopefully she'd gotten up all the foul sausage and there wouldn't be any lingering side effects.

But to be on the safe side, she popped a couple of tablets and drank some soda. She reclined on the couch, promising to give the meds an hour, then go out and help Donnie. She didn't feel right having him to do all the repairs and upgrades.

Sable awoke to the sound of a drill. Stretching, she rubbed the side of her head and checked the clock. It was just after one in the afternoon.

She headed to the kitchen to make a couple of sandwiches and maybe get an early start on dinner. Donnie had a big appetite. In all things.

Donnie wasn't paying attention when she placed a plate on the porch. Wires hung as entrails, cameras stared blankly around the perimeter, and piles of sawdust appeared as if a pack of ravenous termites had found the buffet.

"How's it coming?" Sable asked.

"Not bad," Donnie said, putting down his measuring tape to observe Sable. "You feeling better?"

"Much," Sable said, nose curling. "I tossed out the sausage. It was definitely bad. Gonna have a word with my sister about her shopping skills."

Donnie chuckled, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. He put a streak of sawdust on his face, causing Sable to laugh.

"Be sure to eat," Sable said, motioning toward the sandwich she delivered.

"Yes, Ma'am," Donnie said with a salute, then spun, returning to work.

Sable admired her lover's backside for a second before deciding to tackle one of the guest rooms. No doubt Donnie's family will be coming to visit and they would need places to sleep.

There were three spare rooms besides the master bedroom she shared with Donnie. Unfortunately, her grandparents had used them for storage, as the garage and attic had already been filled.

Sable opened the first door and placed her hands on her hips.

In hindsight, her grandparents were unapologetic hoarders.

The bed was covered with dusty boxy, mismatched suitcases, and to Sable's creeping horror, a vast collection of dolls. The kind you'd buy for a cheap price at a county auction. The clothes were stained, tatty, and undoubtedly dry rotted.

Sable decided to deal with the easy stuff first. Things that were broken and beyond repair. As she pulled outdated toys from bins and judged their worth, she wondered why she decided to start such a tedious project.

She had lived at the farm for nearly three years, and every year… or month… week… day, she had intended on clearing out the clutter left by her grandparents. But with the size of the task, she kept putting it off.

Unfortunately, the stuff didn't disappear simply by her ignoring it. The problem still remained, and now she and Donnie were together, they were going to have to make room for his family when they visited.

Sable paused midway between sorting a storage bin.

What if Donnie's family didn't like her?

What if they believed he could do better?

That she wasn't worthy enough for him?

That they disapproved of the species difference?

Since she is Donnie's first love, would they judge her harsher, or more open minded?

Donnie mentioned his brother falling in love with a human woman, and that she had passed away. Would such a loss affect the family's feelings towards inviting a new woman into their fold?

Sable groaned, wanting to puke and cry and rage as emotions warred in her head. It had been easy to accept Donnie. His protectiveness, and intelligence, and adorable nativity made it easy to fall in love with him.

Sable had misgivings with her own family, but they were generally open and supportive. Sable had no clue how Donnie's family would react, especially since losing someone they all had cared about.

What if they perceived Sable as someone trying to take the other woman's place?

Sable rubbed her temples, feeling a headache coming on. She was driving herself crazy with the 'what ifs' and 'maybes.' The best thing she could do was make a suitable place for all of them to live, if they those chose, and be caring and loving of them, whether they hated her guts or not. Donnie loved them and she loved him. So by proxy, she loved them as well.

Taking several deep breaths, then choking on dust, Sable decided to quell the arguing voices in her head. She couldn't change how someone felt. The only thing she could do was present herself in the best possible way.

If they couldn't accept her for who she was, then that was their problem, not hers.

Resolute, she began hauling out totes, carrying down bags of junk to sit by the front door. She pitied the garbage man this coming week. By the time she was done cleaning, the house was going to be immaculate. Donnie's family would have plenty of space and they couldn't judge her on a messy house.

Determination fueled Sable into a mad frenzy. She discarded everything that wasn't easily repairable, piling the broken things in trash bags and setting by the front door to take out on Tuesday morning for pick up. It took a couple of hours, but she cleared the floor around the bed and on top, heaving the last bin to the hall, where she'd keep things out of her way while she worked.

She stripped the bedding, coughing and wheezing from the dust, and placed the quilts and duvets in trashbags to take to the Laundromat in town. Her washing machine wouldn't be able to accommodate such large loads.

Sable checked on the roast she had in the crock pot, adding the veggies she had already chopped when she made sandwiches for lunch. She checked on Donnie and saw him running a long black cable to the garage. The sandwich lay untouched on his plate.

Shaking her head, she grabbed cleaning supplies and returned to the room she uncluttered. There was a full sized four poster bed with two matching dressers, a nightstand, three mismatched lamps and an overhead light that was in need a good cleaning.

Night had fallen through the pane of grimy glass, Sable sniffling from fumes and dust as she pulled up a rug and found two floor registers that allowed air circulation.

Well, no wonder the house had been a nightmare to heat and cool. No doubt the other two rooms were blocked off as well. Sable lifted one of the vent covers and found a collection of dust and dead bugs.

"Well, that's gonna get cleaned before being turned on," she muttered, returning the vent cover and making a mental note to call a heating and cooling company.

She wiped her hands on her now filthy t-shirt and went downstairs, finding Donnie at the back of the van, a miner's lamp on his forehead to give him light to work in the dark.

Sable called to the absentminded turtle, "Dinner's ready. Get your shell in here."

Donnie jolted from the sound of her voice and obeyed, locking up his equipment and hurrying inside. He forgot the plate on the porch. He stepped into the kitchen and paused, sniffing.

"Oh, that smells good."

"Roast," Sable said, taking off the lid from the slow cooker and ladling out portions onto plates. Her stomach rumbled, no doubt empty from puking earlier that morning.

Thank goodness the taste of foul sausage no longer lingered in her throat. Just the thought of the spoiled meat made her stomach knot.

Donnie scrubbed his hands and forearms, removing the sawdust and greasy smears he had accumulated while working. Thankfully, his scaly skin was easy to clean and didn't require a lot of scrubbing.

"So, what did you get accomplished today?" Sable asked, settling next to Donnie to eat.

"Front porch cameras are in place," Donnie began, chewing slowly. "I checked out the fuse box and I'm going to have to rewire it to compensate for the added output for the security system."

Sable swallowed. "You know how to do that?"

Donnie grinned. "Yup. Been rewiring things since I was six. As long as Mikey isn't around to get me electrocuted, I'm good. Can have the system up to code in a couple of days."

Sable giggled at the mention of Mikey. Some of the stories Donnie imparted made her adore the youngest brother already, and she had yet to meet the troublemaker. He reminded her of her older brother, Shawn, who was quite the rule breaker. It was shocking to the family when he decided to join the Air Force. Everyone expected him to return home with a note from the highest Air Force generals saying, 'We can't do anything with him. Take him back.'

"I'll have to order everything I need when I get home," Donnie continued. "Going to set up perimeter cameras tomorrow, starting with those closest to the house. Sooner I get those up and running, the better."

"Well, I have nearly two hundred acres," Sable said, waving a spoon. "How far out do you want to go?"

Donnie's expression was comical. He wasn't expecting such an expanse.

"We'll start with a hundred yards and after I get the house up to specs, I'll go from there."

"You sure you want to put that much time and effort in this?" Sable asked, wondering about the cost but too polite to ask.

"Even if we don't work out," Donnie said, becoming momentarily flustered. He collected himself and added, "I would still want you to be safe. I would purge all information about us so no one could hack into the system."

Sable kept silent about the fact that she could be a security risk, knowing about Donnie and his family. Then again, maybe Donnie already knew she'd rather die than betray him, even if they did break up.

Which wasn't going to happen. Sable had no intention of straying from his arms. And Donnie wasn't the type to be dishonorable either. He just readily admitted he'd still want her to be safe, even if they broke up.

Sable's love for Donnie grew a little more. She finished the last of her dinner and placed her plate in the dishwasher. She paused by Donnie, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"I'm going to go draw us a bath."

There was no mistaking the blush on his cheeks. She giggled, kissing the tip of his snout and exiting the room with a sway to her hips.

Donnie finished off his plate in a hurry, heart pounding with the thought of enjoying some water time with Sable. When he found her in the bathroom, she was wearing nothing but her panties and placing towels on the floor. The tap was turned on low, steam rising from the surface as it was slowly filled.

Sable glanced over her shoulder to find Donnie yanking his pants off. His tail was already full and rigid, preparing to mate. Her panties dampened at the thought.

"Fuck me," she commanded softly. Rarely did she use such language, but with the sight of him standing there, lean muscle and poised hardness, she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her.

Donnie stepped forward, eyes darkening in lust. Wetly his cock slid forth, dripping his cream.

"You sure? You're feeling better?"

"Food poisoning is gone," Sable said, turning around and leaning over to grip the cold curled edge of the cast iron tub. She shifted her hips suggestively.

Thankfully, Donnie was a genius and took the hint.

He eased her panties down, sniffing as her arousal hit him full force. She stepped out of her panties, widening her stance and tilting her hips, ready to be mounted. Donnie was happy to oblige.

He stood, grasping his thick cock and probing for her entrance. Carefully he eased inside, savoring the heat that enveloped him in a loving embrace.

Sable gasped, knuckles turning white on the edge of the tub.

Once fully seated, Donnie bent over her, nuzzling her ear. "Are you okay?"

"So deep," Sable panted, turning to kiss him soundly. She spoke against his mouth. "You feel so good." She moaned, squeezing him tightly. "Oh god, you're so deep."

"I'll be careful," Donnie promised, beginning to move. Usually he enjoyed taking time to caress and kiss every part of her he could reach. But having her so open before him, tight and hot and crying with pleasure, he wasn't going to last long.

Within a few strokes, Sable was lost. The world revolved around the movement of their bodies. The wet slapping of flesh on flesh. The dull pounding ache of her womanhood being fully satisfied.

Sable cried out, coming violently. She shook, eyes rolling back into her head as Donnie continued to move in a steady beat. Mind blissfully blank, Sable rode out her extended orgasm as Donnie stroked the inner most part of her. His teeth raked along her neck and shoulder, his breath becoming quickened as he neared.

Hands latching onto the edge of the tub beside of Sable's, Donnie braced himself for the grand climax. Hips moving fast, he felt a tingling in his tail that traveled down to the tip of his cock. He came with a shout, burning inside her as he bit down on her shoulder, growling as he rode out the sensation.

The feel of his teeth and hot cum made Sable submit to another Earth shattering orgasm. Unable to stand any longer, she sank to the floor, Donnie following her down. They knelt by the tub, hands hanging lax on its edge, panting hard, Donnie buried to the hilt.

Sable trembled, moaning from the intensity of the moment. Donnie flexed in answer, offering a shallow, hard thrust that gave her one last burning burst of his mark. He panted in her ear, arms dropping from the tub to loop around her waist and hold her tenderly. A moment later, Donnie spoke.

"Did I hurt you?"

"On the contrary," Sable said, turning to kiss him soundly. "I think I just found my favorite position."

Donnie chuckled, his chest rumbling noise along her back. "It was rather nice, wasn't it?"

Sable could only groan pleasantly, relishing the afterglow.

"The tub," Donnie said, rising a little and taking Sable with him on his lap.

She squeaked, checking the water. Thankfully, the tap was running slowly and the tub was only half filled.

Donnie pulled out, earning a sigh of contentment and helped Sable to stand shakily on her feet. She turned off the water and together, they settled into the tub, the curve of the cast iron a perfect cradle for his shell. He reclined, Sable held in his arms, the hot water easing the tension in their muscles. Donnie glanced to the towels Sable had placed on the floor in front of the tub for when they get out and saw his own glistening seed covering the terrycloth.

"Wow," he muttered, observing the noticeable puddle. "I cum a lot."

"Yes, you do," Sable confirmed, rotating in his arms and reaching up to loop her hand around his neck to draw him down for a kiss. "And I love every drop."

"Definitely not a coffee commercial," Donnie quipped, earning a sharp elbow from Sable.

"Pervert," Sable muttered sleepily.

Donnie chuckled, the action shaking Sable and making her growl at him. They took turns washing each other, exchanging kisses and terms of endearment. Sable loved Donnie's sappiness.

Any other man spouting such things, Sable would think he's only buttering her up for sex, but not Donnie. Not entirely. He was merely a geek in love. And there was nothing cuter than a dorky turtle speaking from his little nerdy heart.

Once clean, Donnie popped the drain to empty the water and stood, helping Sable out of the tub. She stepped over the love puddle on the towels and picked up one from the shelf. She had to bite her lip from giggling when Donnie assisted her in drying off, lifting her breasts several times and running his hand between her thighs to collect the moisture.

When both were dry, she slipped a long nightshirt over her head, not bothering with panties in case Donnie wanted a midnight romp. Donnie collected the dirty towels and placed them in a pile next to the door for later laundering. He followed Sable to bed, pulling down the blankets and tucking her in, before joining her on the other side, where he pulled her into his arms.

The clock read only 830, but neither was in the mood for outside entertainment. They were content to simply lay together, their mouths slowly making love until sleep claimed them.

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Art imitating life. Just got over some bad food poisoning. Yuck! HATE being sick. Thankfully, I was able to get something finished up this week before I delve into other stories :D

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