Chapter Thirty: Love Comes In Green

AN: THANK YOU TO GIRAFFECHAN and RAP BEAR for your continued support and feedback!

AN2: Just minor plot advancement here. Have to squint to see it. Mostly, it's just hot turtle love. Hope the readers don't mind a bit more fluff before we start to get into some serious situations that will begin the trigger warnings.

Lame title, I know, but nothing came to mind and I couldn't delay any longer.

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Sable awoke bright and early Monday morning. Instinctively, she reached for Donnie but he wasn't there. Not wanting to wallow in misery, she fixed a light breakfast and checked the auction for the dolls.

And almost spit on the monitor.

Eyes bugging out, she stared at the screen as the time ticked down, the bidding jumping by twenty dollar increments in an almost constant flicker of numbers.

And they were nearly ten thousand!

Sable sat, frozen in shock, as the timer showed another couple of minutes remaining on the auction.

Time raced by in slow motion.

Finally, it was over.

Eleven thousand one hundred fifty-six dollars and forty-two cents.

Numbly, Sable took a picture of the screen with her phone and sent a text to Donnie.

'Pizza's on me this weekend.'

Donnie didn't respond, no doubt hard at work saving the world.

Payment was received within a few moments with a note, mentioning a large farmers market about half an hour away, and if one o'clock was possible for delivery. Sable agreed, sending a picture of her car and estimated time of arrival. A photo of a middle aged couple, smiling while surrounded by produce, was her reply.

Sable quickly dressed and with utmost care, wrapped the dolls in bubble wrap and placed them in plastic totes. It was difficult lugging the cumbersome totes to her car, but by noon, she was driving to the farmers market, 7 totes full of eleven thousand dollar dolls.

She was glad the location was a very busy, public place, as that would mean less risk of being overpowered by a stranger. To her great relief, the place was expectedly packed, but she easily navigated the stalls to find the couple in the picture.

They looked exactly as they advertised.

Sable helped the woman empty her car while the husband attended their produce stand. They had a very lucrative business, not only in produce, but also in thoroughbred livestock.

The woman opened the totes, tears filling her eyes as she explained how her mother, now suffering from dementia, had similar dolls growing up, and that they were going to be completely refurbished before given to the childlike mother who no longer recognized her daughter.

Sable couldn't help but cry. She hugged the woman several times, both weeping as long lost relatives finally reunited.

On the way home, tears continued to escape over her cheeks. Knowing food would make her feel better, she hurried to the bank before they closed at noon, and rushed to a drive thru, ordering a double bacon cheeseburger with fries and milkshake.

By the time she got home, the food was gone, but she had a cashiers check made out for the heating and cooling company on Monday morning.

Feeling invigorated by the greasy, calorie loaded food, Sable changed into work clothes and set about cleaning up the remaining few things out of the last bedroom. Mikey had already claimed a room, so that left two spare.

As Sable moved the few boxes downstairs and into the study niche, which was now mostly emptied thanks to the auctions, Sable wondered if Leo and Splinter unexpectedly showed up, how they were going to handle the room arrangements.

There were only two rooms.

And three people.

Once the junk was emptied, Sable gave the room a thorough cleaning and put fresh linens on the full sized bed. Her phone rang, startling her.

"Hey, handsome," she said when she accepted Donnie's call.

Donnie's face appeared after a brief flicker. He looked tired, but perked up when Sable kissed the screen.

"Hey beautiful," Donnie answered, face being thrown into shadow as he walked through the tunnels that made up his home. He entered his room and closed the door, locking it. "It's been hell around here. Leo's in a mood again."

"Maybe he's PMSing?" Sable snickered, going to her bedroom. She wanted a shower before dinner, and what better time to take said shower than when her lover was watching her on the screen. "Just finished cleaning up the last bedroom so Raph can have his pick."

Donnie watched with rapt attention as Sable picked out a long tee shirt to sleep in and carried it to the bathroom. She made a quick side trip to her bed, keeping her actions secretive. He whined, hands fumbling along his pants to free his tail.

Sable propped the phone up on the vanity and made sure the angle allowed Donnie to watch her undress. It was all she could do to hold back her laughter from the noises he was making, but thinking it would be rude to break the tension, she focused on undressing to provide a show for her lover.

Combing her fingers through her hair, she asked, "So, what do you want to talk about while I take a bath?"

Donnie wasn't paying attention. His eyes were fixed on her breasts and that lovely little patch of hair between her legs.

"Don't care," he said after a moment. "Keep the phone with you. I want to see everything!"

Sable leaned down, making sure her breasts were swinging freely in the screen and added, "You just enjoy the show. Okay, Big Boy?"

Donnie whined again.

His hand was a pale substitute for what he really wanted.

Sable blew him a kiss, then turned, casting a mischievous look over her shoulder and hiding something from view. Once at the tub, she bent over, low, giving him a full view of her femininity.

Donnie shakily zoomed in. Not as close as he wanted, but close enough to detect the slicked flesh signaling her arousal. It was a good thing he was watching the video feed, for it if he was there in person, he would be mounting her already.

When Sable was concerned, he had serious self control issues.

Sable opened her legs, shifting from side to side as she started the taps. Glancing back, to make sure she was still in frame, she winked, biting her lower lip, one hand dipping between her legs to open herself for investigation.

"I have a little surprise for you," she said, moaning the last couple of words as she enticed her clit into play.

Donnie was near mindless, staring at her fingers that worked her "V" into a dark, honey coated place that begged for a geeky turtle to fill.

Sable slowly pleasured herself, bent over the tub, legs spread for best advantage, her fingers moist and gliding along her sex and delving within to shortened gasps.

Tub filled, she rose, going to the phone and snatching it up, marching to the tub.

"It's not you, but I can pretend," she breathed, turning the camera around to show the dildo suctioned to the bottom of the tub.

"When did you get that?" Donnie asked huskily, both hands working his tail and cock feverishly. He was already too near his end. Regrettably.

He really needed to work on his sexual pacing.

Sable kept the camera focused on the tub as she climbed in, holding it aloft as she knelt, lining up and sinking onto the dildo with a throaty sigh.

"Don… Donnie," she breathed, wanting him to feel a part of the activities.

It was too much for the geek.

Donnie whimpered, squeezing his cock at the base with both hands to stave off his orgasm. It only partially worked.

Long, pearly ropes escaped the tip, weeping in a strangled cry as Donnie grit his teeth, trying to stay focused. In the moment.

Sable turned the camera to her face, already flushed, lips bright red and parted slightly. Pupils dilated and breath coming in labored pants.

"Donnie," she sighed, rising and falling on the substitute phallus.

Donnie, bless his shell, was unable to stop himself. Milking upward, he poured out his pent up passion, coating his fingers and pooling on the floor below as he jerked his hips in phantom thrusts.

Sable turned the camera downward to show her fingers toying with her clit as she rode her fake lover, gasping Donnie's name every few seconds.

"I need to see your face!" Donnie squeaked, squeezing his full length in strong, powerful strokes.

Sable obeyed, staring into his eyes as he offered one last heavy burst of semen, his teeth gritted, eyes black with lust, sweat trickling along his face.

He wasn't the only one who was ready to finish. Sable sped up her actions, bouncing enough to jostle her breasts, fingers working her clit into a happy nub that started the telltale tingles in her lower regions.

A couple more bounces and Sable cried out, making sure to hold her phone so Donnie could see her face as she came undone.

Donnie, though faded with release, thickened in answer. He barely stroked before his cock was weeping again, though at a much more subdued pace. Electricity rocketed down his shell and into his tail, erupting in a couple violent spurts as he came again, staring into Sable's eyes.

Sable hummed, kneeling in the tub, impaled and temporarily sated.

"Maybe you can take a day off to come see me?" she suggested, face flushed, eyes heavy. "How much more work do you have to do?"

Donnie settled back into the chair, one hand still tenderly touching his tail which shrunk as his cock retracted.

"Hard to say, but I'm definitely going to have to see you."

"Do me,' Sable corrected, biting her lip at her own dirty innuendo.

"That too," Donnie winked tiredly.

"You look exhausted," Sable said, realizing how low his shell drooped, and not just from the multiple orgasms he had. "When was the last time you got some sleep?"

Donnie shrugged.

"Yesterday, sometime? Bout an hour or so. Can't really remember."

"Is Leo riding your again?"

"Not really," Donnie muttered, picking up a towel off the shelf next to his bed and cleaning his hands before tossing it onto his love puddle. "System has a glitch, so fighting it. Work arounds and patch jobs and the whole thing has me seriously stressed."

"Tell ya what," Sable said as her loveable turtle stared morosely into the distance. He was so burdened, and it didn't take a mind reader to see the stress was getting to him. "Wednesday evening, come to the farm. I'll make a big dinner. We'll spend some quality time."

Donnie perked up, face quirking in that boyish way that was disarming.

"I'll try to get everything finished by then. I want to spend time with you and not feel guilty about leaving unfinished work or having Leo calling and texting me to get my shell home and do my job."

"He can wait," Sable put in sagely. "Your own sanity comes first. Just remember the workers are coming early Wednesday morning to put in the new furnace and AC."

"Right, can't be seen," Donnie muttered sulkily. He slouched in the chair as a defeated kid. A yawn slipped out. His head lulled.

Sable knew he was overworking himself, not to mention the sexual release he just experienced required some down time to recuperate.

"Get some sleep, Donnie. You need it."

Donnie hummed, sleepy eyes fixed on hers as he picked up his phone from where he sat it. He kissed the screen as he crawled into bed.

"Good night, my love."

"Good night, Donatello," Sable said, returning the gesture. "Sweet dreams."

She doubted he was even aware she ended the call as he had already started snoring. Placing her phone on the stand by the tub, she rose, withdrawing the dildo and breaking the suction to sit it on a nearby rack for later washing.

Her stomach growled. Ending her bath, she dried off and tugged the shirt over her head and went to the kitchen for some late dinner. It was almost 8pm. Microwaving two chicken dinners, she had worked up quite the appetite, she carried them to her room to eat, where she curled up, watching a romantic comedy.

Idly, she wondered if Donnie would be amicable to making a similar movie.

With her.

And without the jokes.

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Donnie awoke early Wednesday morning and gave a barely awake Leo a quick rundown.

"System is defragging and should be finished in a day or so," Donnie said, flittering about the kitchen looking for pop tarts. "I've finished the repairs on the garbage truck. I have a couple experiments in the lab, but they should be good until I get back."

Leo frowned, coffee halfway to his lips. He didn't get the chance to speak.

"I'm going to Sable's this morning. I'll be back tomorrow evening to get a fresh start." Donnie found a box of pop tarts and tore into the package, taking a bite as he headed to the exit. "Later, Leo."

Donnie was gone before Leo even took a breath to rebuke Donnie's ill-timed break. Leo glared after his brother, shell vibrating with his low growl. He drank his scalding coffee without noticing its heat.

The bread truck trundled down the road at a moderate pace as to not attract attention. On the inside, Donnie was nearly bursting out of his shell to hurry to Sable's. He parked a mile away, pulling over into a small parking lot for a convenience store. If anyone saw the truck, they'd believe it was a normal, every day delivery, not realizing there was a giant talking turtle hiding behind the tinted windows.

It was nearly three o'clock when he got the call from Sable, giving him the all clear.

The bread truck nearly hit mach one as Donnie gunned it, the tires squealing as he turned into her drive.

He was barely over threshold of the kitchen when he scooped Sable up in his arms and marched upstairs. Neither bothered to speak as they hurriedly undressed, falling into each others arms and the bed. The only thing they were concerned with was a fast and filling mating, which Donnie only happily provided.

Sable lost track of her orgasms. She simply enjoyed everything Donnie gave her, especially his declarations of love as he came repeatedly.

Sexually spent, minds blissfully blank, they lay in each other's arms, heartbeats slowly returning to normal. Sable sighed, rubbing her cheek along the edge of his plastron, sensing his heart hidden beneath.

Donnie hummed absently, a smug grin on his face as he held Sable near, still trembling from the aftershocks of their shared love.

"I was going to make us a nice romantic dinner," Sable said, idly tracing the unique grooves that made up the plates of his chest. "Was there anything in particular you wanted me to cook?"

"As long as you are dessert, I don't care," Donnie muttered, his cockiness seeping through the boyish demeanor.

Sable snickered and gave him a kiss before exiting their bed to use the bathroom. When she came back, Donnie was snoring softly, his arms wrapped around her pillow. Not wanting to wake him, as she figured he needed the rest, she quietly dressed and tiptoed downstairs.

It was difficult to work on dinner, but she somehow managed.

She bent to retrieve eggs for a cake and when she stood back up, a heavy dollop of him seeped out, soaking her panties. She paused, rotating her hips. Biting her lip, she hesitantly touched her flat stomach, savoring the feel of him oozing out.

She moaned lowly.

Even an hour after they made love, she could still sense him inside her, filling her, making her whole and complete.

Oh, how much she had fallen in love with the geeky, dorky, adorable turtle mutant.

Her mutant.

No other would have him.

She'd make sure of that. No other female would try to sway her mate's attention, else Sable would go full bitch and tear the female a new orifice.

Sable paused.

It wasn't like her to be so defensive over someone other than her family. She had thought she'd been in love before, at least a couple different times, but now that she looked back on her relationships, she realized her feelings had been false.

A thin veneer that paled compared to the firm, solid, unmovable love she felt for Donatello. What she once thought of as love, was merely a passing fancy. A little girl's fantasy. Easily crushed and looked back upon as being a disaster in the making.

But with Donnie?

Everything was different.

There was a connection there. Something she didn't have with any other partner. Sure, she dated a few men in her youth, but none of them made her feel what she felt with Donnie.

Those romances seemed a disgusting, unfulfilling substitute.

Now, she had something true. And wonderful. And Oh! A little more of his love just escaped.

Her hips performed the 'roll of happiness.'

It may childish and even a little petty, but Sable was protective of her lover. She'd fight anyone who tried to come between them. The vehemence for her love caught her off guard.

She gasped, hand on chest, heartbeat racing a mile a minute, skin flushed and tingling, as if preparing to fight.

After a moment the sensation passed.

She returned to cooking, hoping it wasn't a precursor for things to come.

The next twenty-four hours were a whirlwind for the happy couple. Their love making ranged from fast and animalistic, to slow and sensual, only taking time to eat and use the bathroom before they were in each other's arms, kissing, caressing, whispering their adoration until both were sufficiently aroused to begin the mating process all over again.

Hence why it late afternoon and Sable was bent over the table, one leg propped on a chair, hands pinned over her head and held firmly by Donnie as he drove her to new heights.

Sable screamed as she came, Donnie rocking into her gently as to not hurt her as he followed her into bliss, his plastron pressing into her back as he lay over her.

Sable shuddered, her orgasm prolonged as Donnie spastically ground upward, thrusting in shallow strokes that ignited her G Spot and made her gush in pleasure.

Donnie nuzzled her ear, releasing her hands.

"I love you."

Sable purred, shifting her hips to stir his waning erection.

"I love you more, Donatello."

She turned her head, taking his kiss, and his breath, for a long moment before he pulled out. She mourned his absence.

Donnie tossed some paper towels to the floor to soak up the love puddle, this time, mostly of Sable's making. Since he figured out the exact angle and stroke of her pleasure, he had been utilizing his newfound knowledge to make her cry and scream.

In a good way.

He'd never think of hurting her for enjoyment.

Sable rolled to her side, propping her head up on the table, her hand rubbing her quivering belly. She loved the way he did that to her! The aftershocks lasted hours!

"I wish you could stay longer," Sable whined, fingers fiddling the surface of the table.

Donnie tossed the wet towels and picked Sable up off the table with a squeal of protest, and sat her on his lap. He cupped her cheek, gazing soulfully into her eyes.

"I wish I could, but the sooner I get the computers sorted, the better." He gave her a tentative kiss, tugging on her lower lip that made her giggle in that adorable way. "Not to mention, Leo's been riding us extra hard. He's driving us up the wall. His obsession is maddening."

"He's only trying to keep the team together and focused." Sable looped her arms around his neck, her hands tracing the minute scales on the back of his head. "Training helps him focus. To forget about his heartache. It's a pain in your shell, I know, but it's the only way he knows how to cope. You have to be strong. Supportive. So he doesn't feel as if he's fighting a losing battle. Alone."

"You're so wise," Donnie muttered, cupping her face. The love bites he gave her last night were still visible along her neck. He kissed them tenderly.

Sable sighed, tipping her head back to grant him better access.

After a moment, he sought her lips and spoke between kisses.

"I… need.. to..go…lest..I..stay..and…risk..being..seen."

Sable offered a grunt, partially in annoyance and partially due to the creaminess leaking from between her thighs and coating Donnie's still exposed tail. She performed the slow rotation of her hips out of instinct.

Donnie smirked like a cat who ate out the canary. He loved to see her do that happy wiggle, knowing it was him who did that to her.

One last kiss and the two broke apart, Sable opting to stand as her inner thighs slickened with his escaping seed. She didn't care if Donnie noticed the pearly sheen. He put it there, he was certainly welcome to observe (and enjoy) his handiwork.

Donnie took his pants off the chair and dressed, tucking his exhausted tail away and holding Sable close, one last time.

A moment stretched for an eternity, neither wanting to part, but reluctantly, they said their final goodbyes, exchanged lasting kisses, and soon, Donnie was gone, leaving Sable alone.

Not really in the mood for food, she went up stairs, stripping the bed that was still wet from their morning romp. When she placed fresh linens on, she curled into them, arms hugging the pillow that bore Donnie's earthy scent. His mark lingered between her legs, reminding her of his presence.

Cuddling into the blankets, Sable drifted off to sleep, breasts tender, pussy sore but sated, and sweet dreams of a geeky turtle gazing into her eyes as he filled her body, heart, and soul with his love.

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Be honest… how many need showers after reading these two together? Yeah, Donnie isn't dominate like Leo in my other stories, but the geek has some sex appeal and steaminess of his own. ;)

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