Chapter 29: No boinking! That's the Rule!
AN: THANK YOU GIRAFFECHAN and RAP BEAR FOR YOUR CONTINUED SUPPORT AND FEEDBACK!
AN2: More hot and heavy turtle sex, so if this offends you, read no further. :D
Leo's going to continue to be a jackass for awhile, so for those who have PMed with questions as to when he's gonna chill out, I'm enjoying writing him going dark side and causing friction with the family, so I'm going to run with it and see where it takes me. Hope you stick around for what promises to be a roller coaster!
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Lunch went better than Sable expected, mainly because Leo did not put in an appearance to offer any friction. Mikey made sure to clean up everyone's plates and danced around the kitchen as he went for seconds. He dropped down next to Sable, shredded cheese going everywhere, and offered her a piece of chocolate cake with an inch thick carpet of Colby jack cheese.
Sable politely declined, trying not to turn green at the gross food combo.
Dinner was stagnated though, and a little awkward, as Leo decided to grace the family with his surliness. Sable tried hard to ignore Leo's keen glare, grateful he didn't outright bare his teeth at her on the rare occasion they exchanged words. His voice was even, but there was no mistaken the iciness upon his tongue.
It was obvious he didn't want her there.
Hoping to avoid any confrontation with the elder brother, Sable joked with Mikey, feeling more relaxed with the bratty brother as she already shared a report with him.
Raph took little getting used to. Despite his earlier warmth, he had become noticeably more hostile.
That may have been attributed to his blue banded sneering partner sitting opposite.
It was difficult to tell who was the bigger asshole, Raph or Leo.
Sable warred mentally over which one would win a fight if it came down to it. She shuddered to think the devastation they'd cause. Not only to their home, but to their family.
Sable warmed up to Splinter, fear melting away to accept the wizened rat who had raised Donnie to be the perfect little dweeb she loved so much. She stayed curled into Donnie's side as Splinter recounted the secret to their origin.
When the story focused on them being isolated and needing to protect themselves from the cruelty of the outside world, Sable fought back tears, hugging Donnie tight.
Leo offered a heavy breath of barely disguised disgust, and left the group to go hide in his room.
Conversation continued to flow smoothly, Sable becoming relaxed and welcomed into their fold.
Everything was going well until Donnie yawned.
He glanced about the room, frowning slightly.
"Did you leave your bag in the car?"
Sable flushed, giving Donnie a guilty grin. She had been so eager to see him she had completely forgotten to get her bag out of the car. Which was parked a couple blocks away through a labyrinth of identical tunnels. No way could she find her way out, let alone back to the lair.
"I guess I did."
"No worries," Donnie said, rising to his feet and holding out his hand for Sable, which she readily took. "We'll get your bag and I'll help you unpack."
Sable read between the lines. More than likely, his idea of 'unpacking' involved her bent over something and struggling not to cry out his name in the throes of passion. The thought made her panties dampen.
"Bag?" Splinter asked, tail twitching.
"Sable's going to stay a few days." Donnie explained. "While I work on diagnostics. Then I'm going to her place for a couple of days."
Sable smiled genially at Splinter.
"You're all welcome to come, of course. Might have to double up on sleeping arrangements though as a certain turtle hasn't helped me clean out the last spare bedroom."
Mikey looked affronted. "Hey, I battled the attic and did half the spare room!"
"I'm afraid an extended stay is out of the question," Splinter said, gently, but firmly. "I think it best if Sable returned home. She is welcome to return, of course, but I'm afraid spending the night is not an option."
Despite his brilliant scientific mind, Donnie had difficulty in understanding such reasoning.
"Sorry," Donnie said, blinking slowly, wondering if his ears had heard correctly. "Send her home? Why can't she stay with us?"
"It's okay," Sable said, an inkling as to why Splinter was upset.
Her own father never allowed her to have a boyfriend in his house. No sleepovers was a strict rule with her parents. Even if she was in a long term relationship, unmarried couples had to sleep apart.
Those were the rules.
Or her parents would rain hellfire and destruction in their wake.
Their childhood home still bore the scorch marks when Sable's parents found her older brother, Shawn, in bed with his girlfriend. The thunder and Earth shattering parental cataclysms that followed were enough to keep the younger siblings in line until they moved out of their parents' house unless they too suffer a scorched ass.
When Donnie showed no signs of caving into Splinter's demand, Splinter added, "You heard me. It would be wise if Sable returned home this evening."
"Wait a minute," Donnie said, shrugging off Sable's attempts to get his attention, so he could address his father. "You know we're a couple. We're both consenting adults by every definition of the term. I've spent many nights at her place. What's the difference? Why can't she stay with me?"
"We will discuss this issue later," Splinter said evenly, tail twitching in a spastic dance. He was becoming highly agitated and didn't appreciate being challenged.
"It's okay, Donnie. Really." Sable kept saying, but Donnie was having a heated glare off with his dad.
"Why?" Donnie breathed, not backing down.
How could his dad do this to him? Not only totally disrespect Sable, but embarrass him in front of her by refusing to allow her to spend the night? It was preposterous!
"I am still your father." Splinter recited the age old mantra parents have ingrained in their DNA, whether they were a human or a rat. "This is my home. You are my son; therefore, you will abide by my rules."
"I'm almost twenty years old." Donnie countered. "I'm not a child anymore."
Splinter wasn't to be deterred.
"I am still master and you are still my pupil."
"In ninjitsu,' Donnie said, picking his words carefully. It was hurting to speak so brazenly to the rat who had raised him. But it was necessary.
Donnie knew the time would come when there would be friction between him and his father. Despite Splinter's claims to the contrary, there was always the chance he was merely indulging his son's affections.
Perhaps in the hopes such things were fleeting, and life would return to the normalcy of their youth.
But it couldn't be like that again.
Ever.
Donnie and his brothers were growing up. They were taking the first tentative steps into adulthood.
If his father couldn't accept Sable, Donnie couldn't accept Splinters' rejection.
"In life, in love, I must find my own way." Donnie spoke evenly, though inside, his heart was breaking. "Grow and mature. Take responsibilities. And that includes choosing my mate and having her by my side."
Splinter's ancient face reflected grief. It struck him how much Donnie cared for this young woman to be so blatantly belligerent.
Perhaps Donatello was right. He was probably the second most responsible of the brothers, Leo being the forerunner, though right now, Leo's judgment was flawed. Which made Donnie the most stable.
He was smart in science, but naïve in love.
Then again, something had changed in him. There was a maturity that had not been present before he was kidnapped and experimented upon.
Splinter considered Donnie's point. He was an adult.
It was so difficult to come to terms with the fact his sons were all grown up. They were maturing, and subsequently, irrevocably, (much to Splinter's displeasure), with their maturation came the development of attachments.
Indeed, they had grown into fine young men, despite the horrors of their past. It was hard for Splinter to see them as the adults they had become instead of the young ones he raised since infancy.
And Sable was a good match for Donnie. There was no mistaken the love and loyalty reflected in her eyes.
Any further proof was displayed as she physically stepped between turtle and rat, placing her small hands on Donnie's chest and gazing up into his face. She rose on tip toes, gaining his attention.
Donnie's expression immediately softened, his hands going to her waist to draw her close.
"It's okay, Donnie. Totally understandable. My dad is the same way. If he found out you were spending the night, he'd have kittens!" Sable said, hoping to break the tension between father and son.
She didn't want to cause disruption and animosity between them. She hoped to be accepted and loved. Not shunned and ostracized for her role in dividing a family.
She needed to keep on Splinter's good side and not invoke his ire.
Donnie wasn't too pleased with the notion, but he offered a half hearted smile to his lover. She amazed him with her courage, beauty, and intelligence. He was so lucky to have her.
"Perhaps we both should go," Donnie said slowly, lifting his gaze to his father, who was staring at the couple with an unreadable expression.
Donnie never wanted to cause a rift with his family, but if Sable and he were to seal their union some day (and he had no doubt of making their love official) then his family would have to accept his choices. Donnie wanted his family to be happy for him. Not hate him for falling in love and moving on with his life.
"I need time to think." Donnie muttered uncertainly.
Splinter shuffled forward, his keen eyes missing nothing, including the tensing of Sable in Donnie's arms. Undoubtedly, she feared the worst.
"You are right, my son, in that you are an adult," Splinter put in sagely, "I must admit it is difficult for me to remember you and your brothers have outgrown my council, and are responsible, honorable young men. However, I must insist, in this particular instance, you heed my wishes."
Donnie paused, his sharp intellect churning over his father's words. It took a moment for their meaning to fully sink in.
Splinter was not trying to dissuade their relationship, or belittle Donnie's feelings. Merely, be permitted some time to become accustomed to the fact his children were grown and seeking romantic companionship. Not only was it a bold step for Donnie and his brothers, but also for Splinter.
It would take time to adjust to their mature roles within the family.
Donnie offered a tender, apologetic smile to his mentor.
"I'm sorry, Sensei. I didn't to be disrespectful. It's just…" Donnie fretted, clearly perturbed by the whole situation. "I love Sable. I want to be with her. I shouldn't be denied her love because my family disapproves."
"Oh, my son,' Splinter sighed.
Splinter thought navigating his sons through ninjitsu was difficult. Love was even WORSE! Such complications! Now more than ever he wished children came with a set of instructions.
"Disapproving of your relationship was not my intention. Though in the future," Splinter turned to Raph and Mikey, both of whom were abnormally subdued during the exchange between their father and brother, "it would be wise to alert me ahead of time when we will be entertaining overnight guests."
Mikey made a cheeky gesture. Raph snorted, crossing his arms over his massive chest, his attitude indicative of one who will never fall prey to the unstable whims of the heart.
Splinter returned his attention to Donnie.
"In case you have forgotten, one of our numbers is still suffering, and having Sable here may cause him added heartache. It is prudent to wait until we have become more accustomed to your young lady before such a step is allowed."
Donnie drew up, blinking owlishly. He had completely disregarded Leo. Yes, now Donnie had a moment to think about it, maybe having Sable spend the night wasn't such a good idea? Leo was barely containing his attitude. Donnie shuddered to think how Leo would react if Sable were to be a constant companion.
Why hadn't Donnie consider Leo's feelings sooner?
Having Sable with him would be nice, but Master Splinter was right. Leo was suffering and having Sable as a constant reminder to the heartache that lingered was cruel and inhumane.
Donnie was a terrible person. An even worse brother. Poor Leo. He was struggling so hard to cope. It wasn't right he'd have to witness Donnie's blooming relationship while his own failure still haunted his shadow.
Sable stepped forward, taking Splinter's hand. She didn't cringe upon touching a mouse. She smiled.
"Donnie told me that you lost someone close. It's perfectly understandable we get to know one another before we cohabitate for any length of time."
Splinter smiled serenely at the young lady who had taken such a bold step to voluntarily hold his hand. She was overcoming such qualms as being around 'a mouse,' and seeing him as a father figure.
She was surely an amazing person.
"And I'm being serious. You are welcome to come and stay at the farm, as often and as long as you like." Sable added, holding Splinter's hand as if they were long time friends.
Splinter was endeared to the woman even more.
"That is a generous offer, but perhaps, for the time being, the brothers may stay and allow Leonardo and myself to get some much needed peace and quiet for our meditation."
Sable winked to the ancient rat.
"I have three brothers, so I know how to keep them in line. Mikey already knows to behave himself."
Mikey offered a guilty duck of his head and gave his father a half way.
"Yeah, she can be mean."
Raph snorted, glaring from his considerable height. Sable didn't back down though. She matched his demeanor, giving him the look that all males, regardless of species, recognized and respected.
Raph was no different.
He cleared his throat and looked away, posture going lax.
Splinter's estimation of the young woman went up a little more.
Sable expected Donnie to chime in but when he was uncharacteristically silent, she found him brooding, brow drawn, eyes out of focus, mind warring upon itself. Sable gave him a little shake, drawing him out of his reverie.
Donnie smiled despite feeling torn. He wanted Sable to stay but he also didn't want to cause Leo any unnecessary pain. He tugged Sable toward him, wrapping his long arms around her and reveling in her soft, supple lines and feminine curves.
"You know I love you," Sable said, rising on her tip toes to kiss his chin. "But your dad is right. It's too soon. Besides, your brother is having a crisis of the heart and you need to be mindful of his feelings."
"Bastard didn't use to have a heart," Raph grumbled irritably. He faltered upon seeing his father's expression. He offered a broken laugh to hide his awkwardness. "I mean, he wasn't as mushy. Pathetic. He wasn't pining after some chick… or such a soft shell."
Raph gave a grimace as Splinter's eyes narrowed and tail beat a dangerous taboo on the ground. He didn't approve of Raph's attitude or his vocabulary. Instead of doing the smart thing and shutting up, Raph's mouth continued to run.
"He fell for a chick and now he's acting like one." Raph threw his hands up and stalked off, still griping about the ineptitude of his siblings. "Bastard gets what he deserves, setting himself up for heartache. You all deserve it. You'll see! Falling in love and then whine, skulking around the place and annoy the rest of us!"
"Such a poet," Sable deadpanned, shaking her head after Raph's retreating shell. She smiled up at Donnie. Without warning, or caring his father and Mikey were witnesses, she reached up and pulled him down into a kiss that made his shell quiver.
Donnie returned in kind, his tail hardening and making his pants too tight for comfort. When they broke apart, both were breathless.
Mikey was sniggering.
Splinter was doing his best to maintain a straight face. If he had any doubts to the validity of the love between his son and Sable, it was put to rest with the spontaneous display of open affection.
"You have duties to attend," Sable said, nuzzling Donnie's neck, basking in his rich, Earthy scent. "And I forgot to tell you there will be workers at the house for a couple days, replacing the duct work, furnace, and AC."
"Are you going to be able to afford that?" Donnie asked quickly. "Do you need help? I can…"
Sable kissed him to shut him up. When she was sure he'd be silent, she nipped his lower lip and added, "I'll be fine. Those dolls we found in the attic are going to pay for at least half of the costs."
"Eww!" Mikey pulled a face. "Those scary things with… 'the murder eyes'?"
Mikey's blue eyes were huge.
Sable nodded.
"Yup, those are the ones! Apparently a couple of them are collector's items so they're fetching a decent price."
"Hope the buyer doesn't mind getting murdered by a doll." Mikey gave a shiver.
Splinter shuddered. He'd seen the movies. He knew what could lurk in dolls. He was suddenly very glad he had sons.
Raph watched from the shadows nearby, listening into the conversation. His shell shivered on principal.
Donnie huffed at the cowardice of his family. Honestly! They were only dolls! Surely the Foot Clan, Shredder, or even Krang were far more terrifying and threatening than porcelain and tatty lace!
Then again, if everything was combined….. Donnie nearly gagged with the mental picture.
Krang and lace?
Shredder and porcelain?
Sable gave Donnie a swat to the ass to gain his attention. He smiled at his lady love, glad she disrupted his circling thoughts, but now he gazed into her angelic face, he desperately wanted to get her naked.
"I'm paying the boss Monday afternoon and Wednesday morning, they'll be there getting the house up to code."
Donnie pouted, tightening his hold. He could feel every line of Sable, including the soft mounds of her breasts and the hardened nipples she pressed into him. His tail gave a mournful throb.
"Maybe this coming weekend, we can come for a visit?" Mikey put in, his face cracked into a knowing grin. "I saw some fencing and barns the other day. Maybe we can clean everything up and have a few farm animals."
Raph slipped out of the shadows, chuckling.
"Oh, yeah? Gonna be a farmer now? Cowboy Mikey? Chicken ninja? Farmer mutant?"
Mikey gave a one sided shrug and refused to meet Raph's eye.
The fact was, Mikey really was interested in having a couple farm animals. He loved being out in the sun, not worrying about being seen. He could check on cattle or horses, feed chickens or geese or pigs. Have a garden. Eat fresh tomatoes out of said garden.
All of this out in the clean country air.
There was something cathartic about being out of the city. He loved New York as much as his brothers, but still, they had to remain hidden, unseen. Never allowed into the light.
But on the farm, they could run tail free through a corn field and there would be no one to stop them.
Well, maybe Sable.
She might not appreciate naked turtles streaking around the house.
"House set in order first," Sable admonished. "We need to get the house clean and up to code, not to mention everyone will need a place to sleep."
"Raph will take the basement," Mikey added cheerfully.
Raph growled.
Sable recognized a posturing male stand off and raised her voice, "If all of you are coming to the house next week, I better stock the pantry." She eyed Raph's hulking mass for a moment and added, "Definitely need to stock the pantry."
Raph puffed his considerable size, rolling his shoulders and smirking. His ego was temporarily fluffed.
"All that muscle will come in handy when you lot clean out the garage," Sable said, hiding her amusement as Raph visibly deflated.
He grumbled, surly and acidic, shuffling his shell toward the kitchen.
Mikey looked down right ecstatic with the prospect of cleaning the garage. His eyes were brilliant and twinkling. He bounced on his feet. Dimples were creasing his cheeks.
Sable knew to cut off his overactive imagination before he got full steam. She waggled her finger at Mikey, voice loud and clear, cutting through the fog of his racing mind.
"The attic needs to be renovated for your brothers first, then the garage and barns need cleaned out, fences mended, and if you promise to attend to them, you may get a couple animals. You can get more later if you can prove you can be responsible for them."
Mikey bounded up and down, throwing his arms around Sable and shaking her in his excitement.
"Really?! I can? I don't know what to get first! Horses? Chickens? Cows? Pigs?"
"Couple goats," Sable said, patting him on the arm. It tickled her to see him so excited. "Goats are low maintenance and can help clear some of the land."
Mikey's huge watery eyes stared off into the distance.
"We get to use chainsaws and pruning hooks, whatever they are, and make big bonfires and have smores and pee in the woods and stay up all night and sing and …"
"Farming is a lot of hard work, Mikey," Donnie said, interrupting Mikey's trip down fantasy lane. "It's not going to be all fun and games. You won't be able to half ass anything. There's jobs that need to be done. Hard work, that may take all day to get finished."
Mikey sobered. He gave Donnie a flat expression.
"I know. But it's worth it. Open fields, fresh garden veggies, sunlight," Mikey winked at his brother, 'baby animals to play with in the spring."
"Well, if my big, strong boys are coming to help around the house, I better get going," Sable said. She turned to Donnie who was eyeing Mikey critically. "I don't know my way around this neighborhood. Can you program my phone to get me home?"
"Absolutely," Donnie muttered, breaking eye contact with Mikey.
Sable smiled and disengaged from Donnie to approach Splinter. Hesitantly she gave him a hug, which he returned, giving her a genial pat on the back.
He muttered in her ear, "Perhaps you may stay a few days next time you visit?"
Sable withdrew, holding Splinter at arm length. She didn't cringe or scream.
"I'd love that. Thank you, Splinter."
Mikey popped up out of no where, arms stretched wide to match his grin. Sable scoffed and gave him a hug, which he embellished and threw perverted looks to Donnie, just to rile up the glowering geek.
Stepping away, Mikey called, "Hey Raph, Sable's leaving. Come give her a hug."
"I'm good!" came Raph's gruff reply from the kitchen area. He leaned on the cabinet, arms crossed defiantly, glaring daggers across the room in warning if Sable approached for a 'hug'. To his surprise, and admiration, she didn't quail. If anything, she rose to his challenge.
Sable pointed a threatening finger, "When you arrive, put your stuff in the spare rooms! And," she glanced to Raph's bare feet, "You better not track mud in my house or I'll whip the shell right off you!"
Raph paused, then realized giving her size and determination, she probably could. He offered his most sincere smile, which made him appear deranged.
"Promise."
Sable looped her arm through Donnie's and spoke.
"Escort me to my car and be sure those two knuckleheads pack for their visit. I'm not having any unwashed, smelly males parading through my house."
"I'll hose them off my self," Donnie promised, then sneered at his brothers. He steered Sable toward the exit. "I need to program your phone and, oh! I forgot about the password for the secured network, and…"
Donnie trailed off as he directed Sable through the labyrinth he called home.
Mikey sighed, a wistful smile on his face. "I like that chick."
"You like them all," his father grunted.
Donnie led Sable left and right, twisting through the identical tunnels that made her dizzy and disoriented. When he paused at a junction, he bit his lip, then turned her right, hurrying her toward what appeared to be a concrete closet.
The door was sheet metal and brightly colored reflective paint warned people of potential shock. Sable was about to ask what Donnie was doing, when he opened the door and moved her inside.
It was roughly a closet, though instead of clothes, this one held several electrical boxes mounted on the wall, complete with electrical shock warnings, and labels for designed switching stations and circuits.
Before Sable could ask, Donnie was fumbling with her pants. She swatted at him but he wasn't to be deterred. The look of lust in his eye was enough to dampen her panties. She brushed his hands aside, as they were too big to work the small button and clasp feature, and unfastened them.
Donnie yanked his own pants down, tail springing free and extending his dripping cock before Sable had even gotten her pants to her knees. Without word he grasped her lacy panties and tugged, ripping them free.
"Hey!" Sable started to protest, but Donnie was beyond reasoning.
He spun her around, leaning her forward, one hand guiding his thick tail to her entrance. One quick motion and he slid inside, filling her completely and tearing a moan from her throat.
Sable braced her hands on the concrete wall, a big black pipe housing high electrical wiring directly in front of her. It was difficult to widen her stance, as her legs were restrained by her pants.
"Definitely not the most romantic location," Sable managed to say as he thrust, stealing her breath.
Donnie bent over her back, hands gripping her pale hips. He panted in her ear.
"Sorry, but I had to have you before you left."
"I'm not complaining," Sable muttered, arching her back as he moved with a fevered passion. She loved this position! She only wished she could open her legs further!
Fingers digging into her hips, he slid her up and down his shaft, grunting each time he seated himself, his long powerful strokes lifting her feet off the ground.
She mewled when he struck that special place, deep inside, pulsing with need and inflaming him to move harder, faster.
The small enclosure was filled with the sounds of a frantic mating, Sable providing a litany of pleasurable cries and gasps as she came undone.
His cock buried deep, Donnie released her hips and placed his hands on other side of hers, using them as a fulcrum while he relished her tight heat. When she began to relax, he pulled out almost completely, pumping her entrance to savor the little flutters, then plunged back in, earning a passion filled cry that went straight into his tail.
Knowing his end was near, he moved faster, arms braced beside hers, breath hot and fast in her ear, hips pounding into hers without mercy or pausing.
"I..I… love.. you!" Donnie managed to gasp as the tingling along his tail exploded wondrously inside her, dribbling down her legs and dampening her pants and socks.
Sable's affections were cut of as her orgasm tore through her, Donnie rocking her steadily as he came, hard and generously.
Sable basked in the heat filling and warming her inside and out.
"Clean up, aisle five."
Donnie snickered in her neck, dropping tender kisses as the last vestiges of their intimacy exited his cock. Sable sighed in appreciation.
Carefully Donnie pulled out, long slippery ropes dangling between them until falling free to land on the floor. The sight made him want to take her again, but it was getting late. She had a long drive ahead and he wanted her safe, and well rested.
Sable took a moment to recover her senses, shifting her hips side to side as Donnie burned within, trickling down her inner thighs. Standing up, she was about to pull up her pants when Donnie's hand swiped between her legs. She gaped, finding her destroyed panties in his grip, now coated with liquid pearls.
She didn't have a chance to ask before he helped her pull up her pants, stuffing her ruined panties down the front, a dangerous gleam in his eye.
"To remember me by."
Sable growled, grabbing his neck and pulling him to her to kiss him soundly. Between kisses, she muttered, "Don't need the reminder. You'll be dripping out of me for days."
Donnie whined like a puppy trying to gets it way. Oh how he wanted her to stay! He swore his tail remained in a constant state of semi arousal, never giving him a moment's peace.
But, she had an hour long drive. He needed to curb his lust. Massaging her ass, he found her phone and programmed it to take her home, his concentration greatly taxed as she kissed and licked his neck. His cock had retreated most of the way, the purple tip still exposed at the end of his rigid tail, ready to be put into service at a second's notice. He mentally cursed his anatomy.
Phone programmed, he turned his attention to his mate, holding her close and giving her a kiss that had her toes curling and her nipples pointing through her bra.
"See you in a few days," Sable muttered, holding him tight, not wanting to let go.
"Few days," Donnie confirmed, tongue dancing with hers in an intimate tango. He curbed his growing lust, putting some distance between them to stare into Sable's eyes. "And I'll be bringing two brothers, so our bedroom activities are going to have to be limited. AGAIN!" He huffed in annoyance "Which sucks."
Sable swatted him on the ass.
"Behave."
Donnie looked mutinous.
"I should leave them."
"You bring them' Sable said adamantly. "The fresh air does Mikey good. He likes being in the sunlight during the day and doing work around the farm. As long as he's willing, I can use the help."
Dreading the departure, but knowing it was inevitable, Donnie escorted Sable to her car. Shadows were long and low over her unobtrusive Fit, which had remained unmolested from unsavory eyes. Hiding in semi-darkness, the two drew out their last kiss, mouths mating slow and sensual.
Sable was the one who broke free, face flushed, breasts heaving, nipples taut through her shirt. "I love you."
"I love you," Donnie said, opening her door as a gentleman. When she was seated, he reached for her, cupping her face, his thumb tracing her flushed skin that burned in his palm.
Sable licked his finger and placed a kiss in his palm.
Donnie's nostrils flared, but he did the noble thing. He wished his lover a safe trip home and watched her leave, his pants still wet from their visit to the closet and fitting WAY too tight on his straining tail.
Donnie returned the to subtle stank of the sewer, realizing Mikey wasn't the only one who enjoyed the sunlight and hard work.
But Donnie's lust wasn't going to be so easily contained this time. He needed to spend time with his mate. It was a desire that burned in his chest and itched away at his brain, driving him mad, craving her touch, her smell, her voice.
It wasn't purely physical, though that played a huge part in it. But it was also mental, and emotional. Though he loved to bed her, she had a calming effect, settling his mind, and allowing much needed rest.
Perhaps before he and his brothers visited next weekend, Donnie would make a short visit?
Get caught up on Anniversary sex, and spend some quality time with his mate before his brothers interrupted his romantic nature next weekend.
Which meant Donnie had a lot of work to do before his brief sexual hiatus.
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Donnie's really coming out of his shell... pardon the pun. I'm liking the 'take charge' kind of turtle he displayed. It's possessive and dominating, displaying his claim to his mate. Might play around a bit more with that kind of angle. It was interesting to write. We'll see. Definitely gonna have him dominating Sable more. Alpha turtle is starting to establish himself. It's rather HAWT.
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