Chapter Forty-Five: What Could Possibly Go Wrong?
AN: Long hiatus, I know. Not entirely 'back' per say, just wanted to update while still on break. Had mental fog and stalemate muse, and nothing worked to get me back into the love of writing.
Then I found a wonderful little thing called KDRAMA. Seriously,( and total fangirl moment here so bear with me folks, ) the dramas are THE BEST! TOP NOTCH! WAYYYYY better than ANY American tv/show, and even better than my fave Brit shows.
I have now been spoiled by the BEST and anything else just bores me to tears. I crave great drama, twisted plot lines, engaging/truthful/believable/heartwrenching characters… the whole package. I have been in awe of the acting, script, cinematography, ect… the list goes on and on.
I highly recommend giving Korean dramas a chance. Most have English subtitles. (sadly, no dubbing/voice over) I started watching in March… (youtube channel "Cereal") and by April, I found a streaming service for Asian shows called VIKI and have been engrossed ever since. In fact, I've had to buy my favorite 20 shows *shut up, don't judge me* and still counting…
If you don't want to pay for streaming (and a lot of services offer the programs, so you may want to check out what's available) there are a couple free streams on youtube… Cereal is a great channel to whet your appetite. I recommend "Bring it on Ghost!"
If you want to spend 5 bucks to stream Asian shows, go to VIKI dot com. My premium pass is 10.00 and has more features/available shows, but the basic monthly fee is really cheap for quality entertainment.
Anyway, my HIGHLY RECOMMENDED -MUST WATCH –MOST LOVED DRAMAS are:
Guardian: The Lonely and Great God
Hotel Del Luna
The Game: Towards Zero
Missing: The Other Side
Mr. Queen
And if you can get through any one of these shows without crying…. You…. aren't human.
AN2: NO, I don't get paid for advertisement or promotion. This is just what has helped me through mental fog and depression (from lack of writing) and I wanted to share my passion for great drama with my fans. :D The shows are addictive.. I try to binge 2-6 hours a day. Writing is slowly being kindled and I'm hoping to get back to the keyboard on a more consistent basis.
AN3: If you're already a fan of kdrama and have a recommendation, I'd LOVE to hear it! Message me!
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Sable awoke first, bladder screaming for relief. She slipped from Donnie's lax arms, careful not to wake him, and pulled on her fluffy bathrobe and exited their room. Donnie slept soundly, rocked backward on his shell, thin line of drool running down his chin. He snored each time he inhaled, his exhales making cute little whistling noises.
The bathroom wasn't occupied, giving Sable enough time to pee and wipe down her lower regions.
After they had made love, Donnie removed the wet comforter, taking its edges and languidly wiping his seed from Sable's thighs before tossing it into the corner to be laundered. The bedding below had been spared the lovers sexual dousing. Unfortunately, Donnie's load seeped out of Sable during the night. It took a moment for her to feel clean, unperturbed by his generosity.
When she left the bathroom, she found Leo standing in the short tunnel, about to knock on Donnie's door. He scowled when he saw her and spoke gruffly.
"Tell Donnie to be up and ready for a workout in ten minutes."
"Will do," Sable said, brushing by him without acknowledging his vitriol and closed the door on his face.
Sable nudged Donnie awake, earning a snuffling snort. He pulled her into his arms, thinking she was waking him up for another round, when Sable rebuked his kiss and swatted him.
"Leo said you have a training session in ten minutes," she explained, reluctantly leaving Donnie's arms and pointing to his pile of clothes. "Get dressed. I don't want you fighting naked."
Donnie groaned, scrubbing his face. He got out of bed just as Sable finished getting dressed and exited their room.
Sable saw Leo leave Raph's room and knock on Mikey's door. He offered a huff, more out of annoyance with his siblings than venom toward Sable.
Sable found Mikey on the way to the kitchen. He was passed out on the couch with a half eaten pizza on his plastron. His foot kicked as a dog dreaming of cars. He let out a snuffling snore, scratching himself in his sleep. And must have been having a very happy dream.
Sable adverted her gaze and continued on to the kitchen.
Splinter was seated at the table, bleary eyed and nursing a cup of coffee.
"Sleep well?" Sable asked.
Splinter mumbled dismissively, waving a bandaged hand. He wasn't much of a morning rat.
Leo entered the main room, found his target, and smacked Mikey awake. The orange banded turtle snorted out an obscenity, the pizza flying off his chest.
Raph lumbered into the room, tying his bandanna onto his head and yawning. Donnie followed behind, wearing navy cargo pants and rubbing sleep from his eyes.
"Dude, what is your malfunction?" Mikey griped, staring mournfully at his squashed pizza.
"Katas. Two hours. Now," Leo emphasized his words by rough handling the youngest turtle toward the dojo.
"Leonardo," Splinter called, joining his sons. "Perhaps we should start our day with meditation?"
Leo's shoulders dropped ever so slightly. He bowed to his father's wishes and followed the elder into the dojo to begin their training.
Sable called after her ninjas, "What do you want for breakfast?"
It was Raph who answered.
"No breakfast for us. Make something for yourself though. We'll get Chinese when we're done."
Sable made some toast, and though she feared the weapons the turtles wielded, she felt a strange desire to watch them practice. Perhaps it was a vain hope of acclimating to the weapons and fighting style to desensitize herself from their dangerous intentions, or it could be there was something highly arousing about watching well muscled males do heroic battle, but she decided to observe their practice session.
She may have been afraid of the weapons, but the fighters were a sight to behold.
There was something inexplicably sexy about strong, muscular males moving with speed, agility, and accuracy that made a female heart go pitter pat. Heroes always made feminine hearts swoon and panties dampen.
Speaking of which, Sable detected a little bit of Donnie seeping between her legs. She hurried to their bedroom, glad she packed several panties and made a quick trip to the bathroom. Collecting another piece of toast, she decided to catch a sneak peek in the dojo, but to her disappointment, turtles and rat were sitting completely motionless, eyes closed, fingers pressed together, hands resting on knees, a look of total serenity upon their faces. Not sure how long they'd be in such repose, Sable resigned herself to Donnie's computers, taking the time to catch up on her email and checking the news.
Her phone alerted her to messages and when she finally relented in opening them, she saw pictures of her family welcoming Shawn off the plane. The video of everyone singing horribly off key made Sable laugh, tears welling up in her eyes as her overly dramatic older brother pretended not to know the crazy group before rushing them, hugging and kissing everyone in turn.
Sable's guilt quickly evaporated though. She was exactly where she wanted and needed to be. Her siblings had families of their own, and many times had missed out on reunions and parties. She never made them feel guilty about missing such things. She was staying with Donnie. He was her future. Her family.
She touched her lower stomach and muttered the mantra for no shell, eager for Tuesday when she had another ultrasound. She'd have to contain her enthusiasm when she attended the welcome home party for her brothers. It was going to be difficult being around those she loved and not able to share the exciting news. She was eleven weeks and hopeful to learn the baby's gender at her next appointment. The doctor promised to try, but if the baby wasn't positioned correctly, Sable would have to wait until a later date to learn what she was having.
She just prayed she wasn't informed of developing shell.
The distant sounds of battle started. Sable occupied herself with tidying up the kitchen and making Donnie's bed, minus the still wet duvet in the corner. With nothing else to do, she returned to the dojo, watching in stupefied fascination as her adoptive family engaged in battle.
They were relentless. If one was down, they never backed off in the attack, attempting to continue their strikes and forcing the others to compensate and protect the one who was down. Once recovered, it was a bellow back into the fray, everyone an enemy and no one a friend.
Sable gasped as Leo's swords deflected off of shells. She expected to see huge gaping wounds but to her shock, there were only minor scratches. Either the turtles were extremely tough or Leo's katanas were dull and unable to cut properly.
Something told her it wasn't Leo's blades.
So engrossed into their not-so-friendly-combat-practice, Splinter disengaged and barked out a sharp command in Japanese. Four turtles instantly froze. They stood motionless, slicked with sweat, shells barely rising and falling, weapons poised defensively.
They were deadly terrifying.
Splinter made a slow circuit around his sons, observing their postures. His own breathing was ragged and there was a noticeable limp on his right side. Around and around he went, weaving between them, beady eyes missing nothing.
Sable was curious as to what the rat master was doing but wisely remained silent as to not break the spell.
Splinter's tail lashed out, catching Mikey on the shoulder. He moved with the momentum but didn't lose his balance. He returned to his original position, chucks held tight in his three fingered hand. Splinter's tail shot out and clipped Raph upside the head. The burly turtle didn't bother deflecting the blow. Instead, he did exactly as Mikey, rolling with the inertia and returning to position.
Splinter performed such surprise strikes on each of his sons. They rolled with it and reset themselves into perfect statues. The only break in the exercise came when Mikey's stomach growled. He cracked the stony façade they all bore and grinned sheepishly at his father.
Beady eyes narrowed. Splinter barked out another sharp command and the turtles placed their weapons aside.
"Donatello." Splinter appointed, stepping away and watching the ensuing scuffle.
Sable bit back a cry as Donnie's brothers ganged up on him, trying to wrestle him to the ground. He deflected several strikes, getting in a few good hits of his own, one of which bruised Leo's snout and caused the eldest to reel back, eyes watering and snout throbbing painfully.
Sable knew it was a necessary part of their training but she hated seeing Donnie so outnumbered.
And being injured.
Though the injuries were superficial. It may be legit combat training but they knew how to pull their punches to not seriously harm one another.
Another testament to their skills.
Unfortunately, Donnie was no match for the sheer strength of Raph. The red banded brother got him down, Mikey quickly joining in, Leo landing on the turtle pile, earning several grunts from his added weight, and like a roiling mass of wriggling limbs, the four wrestled for the upper hand.
Arms, legs, assorted curses, the melee was like a game of Twister gone wrong.
Splinter joined Sable, fur matted to his face. He offered a respectful incline of his head and returned his attention to his brawling sons.
Raph yelled when Donnie bit him. Mikey laughed and got a punch to the snout, which made him tear up. He attempted to rear back and head butt Donnie in retaliation but nailed Leo on the chin instead, causing his teeth to chatter. Leo didn't have time to rub his jaw though. Donnie was still fighting like mad to get away.
Sable watched in morbid curiosity as four turtles continued to roll around in the middle of the dojo, their brother pile a mixture of limbs and threats, mostly from Raph. Within a couple of minutes though, Donnie was pinned. His three brothers had put their collective weight together and sufficiently immobilized him.
Sable had to hide her giggle as Mikey and Leo's faces were next to Raph's ass. It was Mikey who said the inevitable.
"Raph, dude, get your ass out of my face."
Raph, being mean spirited, contorted his face and proceeded to rip out a horrendous fart.
Instantly, the brothers scattered. Mikey and Leo were pressed into the wall on the opposite side of the room. Donnie was positioned similarly next to Splinter and Sable. Three turtles appeared greener than normal.
Raph alone remained in the middle of the room, laughing his shell off. Until his own gas clouded him. His mirth died out and choking and sputtering, he rolled to hands and knees and crawled toward the safety of the door, collecting his sais on the way.
The others exited hurriedly, Sable finding herself scooped up into Donnie's arms. She expected him to carry her to safety with the others, but instead he sidetracked to the bedroom.
"Donnie, what are you…" Sable started but Donnie was already tugging off his clothes. His tail was hard, rimmed with white frosting, preparing to mate.
Biting her lip at the picture he presented, hot, sweaty, strong, muscle and cords standing rigid from the exertion of his workout, his tail full and thick, extending his generous cock that dripped with eager dew, Sable pulled off her pants and panties.
Donnie didn't speak. Merely spun her around, leaning her over his desk, spread her legs, and slid in deep, bowing over her back and moaning in her neck as he hilted himself in her heat.
Sable muffled a cry, clutching at the desk as Donnie looped his arms around her middle and began pumping in earnest. He glided slick and smooth, parting her moist flesh and filling her senses.
"Mine," Donnie breathed in her ear, snapping his hips so hard Sable bounced in his lap.
"Yours," she answered, holding on for dear life while he mated her, hard and fast.
She loved when he was in such a mood. She was already feeling the clench behind her naval and with a strangle cry, she came undone, riding on the blissfulness of the moment as Donnie continued to move, lifting her feet off the ground in his haste.
He growled, his stroke becoming shortened, his cock thicker, and with a mighty tremor, he came, whitewashing her inner walls and locking his joints, keeping her immobile. It was several minutes before he came to his senses, licking Sable's neck, his hips involuntarily flexing in aftershocks.
"Sorry," he murmured, releasing his hold to cradle her lower belly. "Couldn't contain myself."
Sable hummed, dragging him down for a kiss.
"I'll never complain about your urges," she groaned between kisses as he pulled out and took a towel from the nearby shelf and began wiping her inner thighs.
Once clean, Sable returned the gesture. Donnie changed his clothes, wadding everything into a pile to be washed later, and escorted Sable from the room. Both had a warm glow about them, but aside from bright eyes, cheery smiles and flushed cheeks, there was no further evidence of their tryst.
Sable heard splashing and found three turtles bobbing in the crystal clear water that served as a bathing pool. Donnie patted her bottom, steering her toward his computers.
Splinter was in the kitchen talking on a cell. He hung up and called, "Delivery in an hour. East side. Make sure they don't forget my egg rolls."
Raph's meaty arm waved from the water.
Splinter retreated to his room, no doubt to rest. He wasn't as young as he used to be.
"Now what is my genius lover going to do?" Sable asked, crawling onto Donnie's lap and wiggling her backside. He gripped her hips, lifting her slightly in meaning. They may have sated their lust but it was temporary. If she continued, Donnie may embarrass the both of them.
Chastised, Sable settled, placing her hands in her lap and allowing Donnie to reach around her to work at his computers.
"First, I need to compile the flight and cargo shipping itineraries for the next month," Donnie said, tongue pressing between teeth as he concentrated.
"Month?" Sable asked, disheartened.
"Calculate in travel time to and from New York, and that's not even factoring in how long it will take to triangulate Baxter's signal while in Tokyo. I'm factoring for a month, but will extend to two when I have a base timeline."
Sable hummed and extracted herself from his lap. She gave him a peck on the cheek.
"I'm going to get something to drink and take a nap. Do you need anything?"
Donnie turned his head, kissed her soundly, the returned to his screens, muttering, "I'm good."
Sable waved at two bobbing brothers in the pool, the third having dunked under the water and presented his shell in sullen defiance, and entered the room she shared with Donnie. Within seconds she was sound asleep.
Donnie woke her an hour later, grinning broadly.
"Food."
Sable yawned, stretching and feeling her belly wobble with hunger.
She rose, giving Donnie a kiss on the snout and muttering, "We're starving."
Donnie's face beamed in happiness at her meaning. He wrapped his thin arms around her, drawing her close.
"Have I mentioned how much I love you?"
"Mentioned and showed," Sable grinned, engaging his tongue in a sensual play that had him thickening along her stomach. She nipped his lip and added, "Later tonight, lover. Promise. Right now, you're family needs fed."
"Kitchen," Donnie muttered absently, struggling to get his blood flow to his brain and not below his shell.
Linking arms, the two exited the bedroom to find Mikey exiting his own down the opposite tunnel. He waved merrily, joining the couple. Sable's nose curled at his brilliant blue and lime green board shorts.
"Mikey, I think you're color blind," Sable giggled, adverting her gaze lest she lose her sight. She was sure if the colors were any brighter, they'd have to come with a warning to epileptics.
"They accent my sexy bod," Mikey explained full of swagger and bluster.
"You'd look better in black," Sable goaded, playing to the youngest turtle's vanity. "Tight, form fitting black."
Mikey perked up, mulling her words.
Unfortunately, Sable gave Donnie an idea. Genius that he was, he disengaged from the group without a word and headed to his lab. Sable stopped, watching Donnie absently rattling containers and muttering to himself.
"He does that," Mikey put in. "Gets an idea and wanders off to get it out of his system. You get used to it."
Sable stood, hands on hips, glaring after her lover who was totally absorbed in whatever had struck his fancy. Mikey followed his nose to the pizza in front of the tv. Leo was seated nearby, sharpening his katanas while he ate.
Sable entered the kitchen to find every inch of countertop and table covered with food. Not only had they picked up Splinter's Chinese, but there was also a bucket of fried chicken with all the trimmings, a large lasagna with garlic breadsticks, two large bags of grilled cheeseburgers, three bags of fresh French fries, and a large container of salad, extra tomatoes.
Raph was making a plate to feed a third world country, grinning at Sable's look of disbelief. She leaned over to smell the fried chicken and Raph cause sight of something that gave him pause. He put down his plate, gasping Sable's shoulder and holding her at arm's length.
She stared, too shocked to speak.
"Has he hurt you?" Raph barked angrily, pulling Sable's hair away from her neck to expose the purple marks along her shoulder.
"What?! No!" Sable shouted, wincing from the pain in her scalp when Raph's large meaty paw caught her hair. "It's nothing, Raph! It's okay."
"You're bruised," Raph growled, moving her collar to view the extent of her injuries. Darker purple was on her collarbone and dotted the paleness below. "Look at these bruises!"
Sable had had enough. Roughly she slapped his hand away, embarrassment coloring her cheeks. Leo and Mikey appeared nearby, standing on the peripheral of the argument, ready to step in if necessary.
"You know your brother! Is there a single violent bone in his body?" Sable pointed a threatening finger at the looming turtle hovering high above her. "Is there?"
Raph faltered. Out of the four, Donnie was the most docile. It was highly unlikely Donnie would intentionally hurt someone, let alone a female. Then again, the bruising along Sable's skin was worrisome.
"But… you've been hurt," Raph continued to argue, though with less vehemence.
"They're love bites," Sable said, fighting the rising embarrassment that undoubtedly colored her cheeks. Despite her discomfiture, she was touched the normally aloof turtle came to her defense. "And I happen to like them!"
Whirling, Sable stormed away. She didn't know where she was going, but she needed the distance to recover her composure, taking several deep breaths to calm her pounding heart. She leaned against the cold brick wall lining the short tunnel near the kitchen. Donnie's voice carried from around the corner.
"What makes you think I would hurt someone I love?" Donnie's voice was disquieting.
Raph opened his mouth to speak but upon seeing the total devastation on Donnie's face, his fire left him. He had never seen Donnie looking so betrayed.
"How could you think so lowly of me?" Donnie asked. Not expecting an answer, he turned to leave, but Raph's voice stopped him.
"I'm sorry," Raph said softly. He scuffed his big feet, resembling a little boy being chastised. "I know you wouldn't hurt anyone on purpose. It's just when I saw the bruises…."
Donnie stared at his biggest brother for a long moment. Raph wasn't intentionally thinking the worst. He seriously thought Sable had been hurt and was defending her honor. Exactly how he would respond if any of his brothers had been hurt by another.
The thought warmed Donnie's heart. He offered a small smile as he spoke.
"I know you were only thinking to protect Sable, and I appreciate it. I know you would keep her safe if something ever happened to me."
Raph didn't like the implications Donnie was suggesting. Though he was loathe to admit it, their lives were never going to be easy. There was always danger. Always a chance one of them would never make it back. As they had learned when Donnie was gone for a month when captured by the Foot.
"You know I'd do anything to protect you, right?" Raph asked unnecessarily. "To make sure you would come back to her. I would do whatever was necessary." He glanced over his shoulder where Leo and Mikey had been observing the conversation, and added, "I'd do anything. For any of you."
"We'd do the same, Raph," Leo put in softly.
Mikey nodded vehemently. "And any chick we love. They're family, too."
Leo's expression darkened but he gave a spastic jerk of his head in agreement.
Raph's shoulders slumped. He scrubbed his face, huffing a sigh. "This growing up stuff sucks. Wish we could stay kids. We'd never have to worry about this shit."
Donnie grinned, nudging Raph to get him to perk up. "Growing up is inevitable. Besides, think of the cool stuff we're now legal to do."
Raph's expression was dour.
"Yeah. Chasing bad guys. Getting shot at. Stabbed. Dissected in a lab. Being killed by a brain hanging out of a gut. Being skewered by a guy with razors on his fists. Oh yeah. Lots of cool stuff."
"Which is why we train," Donnie said patiently. "So we can survive those things. Evil is around every corner. It's best to prepare for it than ignore the danger and become a victim."
"How'd you get so philosophical?" Raph quipped, nudging Donnie back playfully.
"Old age," Donnie grinned, dodging Raph's next attempt.
"Speaking of which," Leo said, stepping forward to assume his usual leadership role. "Rest up. We're going to have hand to hand training after dinner."
"Oh man," three turtles bemoaned.
"Dude, you realize we can't keep up with your maniacal routines, right?" Mikey asked.
"Leo, I need time to work on our travel arrangements, finish the projects for our weapon upgrades, stealth gear, tracking programs, contingencies for escape routes, download road, emergency, subway, and utility maps of Tokyo…" Donnie counted off his responsibilities on his fingers.
Mikey added his digits to Donnie's own, his face set in seriousness. "And he has a woman to satisfy, and that alone takes a lot out of a turtle."
Three brothers froze. Donnie cleared his throat, concerned over Mikey's possible eavesdropping.
"Yes, well, umm," Donnie sputtered, slapping Mikey's hand and continuing his checklist in hopes of distracting the brat from his inappropriate train of thought. "I'll need to research the geological and urban topography to find suitable shelter when we arrive, not to mention the ability of food and water for the duration of our stay. Possibly locate a medical clinic or vet for supplies in case of injury or accident. I also need to set up a portable wifi signal with dampening field and scrambler to work on a secured network so no one will be able to overhear our communications."
"Cell phones won't work?" Mikey asked, properly distracted.
"Main lines will have to remain here," Donnie explained. "We'll rely on disposable satellite phones and a scrambler."
"All this, just to travel?" Mikey scoffed petulantly.
"Need I remind you, we're going into a foreign country to take down one of the biggest and most dangerous crime syndicates on the planet?" Donnie asked. "Which also happens to be employing skilled ninja and probably a smattering of mercenaries. We need to be prepared."
"Combat training after dinner," Leo reiterated, spinning on his heel and returning to sharpening his swords.
"Virtual combat would be better," Mikey called. "Dude, I will whip your ass in HALO."
Sable bit her lip to keep from laughing. She loved those turtles so much.
Even Leo, the surly, sourpuss with a stick up his tail.
He may bare his teeth and present a cold shell to her, but when Raph feared her being abused, Leo had stepped up defensively.
Sable realized she had taken refuge in the short tunnel that lead to Splinter's room. Knowing the old rat would be hungry, she knocked softly on the door. After a minute she heard a muffled voice.
"Come in."
Sable opened the door and peered into the darkness. "Food's here. You hungry?"
A lamp came on, revealing the ancient rat sitting on the edge of his bed. He smiled at the thoughtful human. "Yes, I could do with some food."
Splinter made to get up, but he was slow in moving. Sable rushed forward, looping her arm around his bony shoulders and helped him to stand. He regarded her carefully for a moment before speaking.
"Perhaps I have overdone it?"
Sable snorted in a very unladylike fashion. "Meditation, katas, hand to hand combat, weapons training, and wrestling matches against people who are at least three times your weight and twice your height? Yeah, may have overdone it, just a tad."
Splinter offered a soft chuckle. "I'm not as young as I once was."
"I shudder to think what you routinely performed in your youth."
Splinter took a deep breath. "Most of my time was spent chasing after four rambunctious turtles."
"Workout in of itself," Sable mused.
Splinter often told her tales of his sons when they were little. He had shown her the videos of the turtles April had provided during their time as lab experiments. Sable had melted upon seeing the baby turtles.
Splinter straightened, disengaging himself from the young woman who had captured the heart of his most bashful son. In the dim lighting, he could make out the purple marks along her neck.
"My dear, what has happened to your neck?" he exclaimed.
Sable blushed, reminding herself she needed to get turtle neck shirts to hide when Donnie was in a mood to mark her. "It's nothing, Splinter. Donnie and I were playing and he gave me a love bite. Nothing to be worried over."
Splinter's scrubby brow shot up. He cleared his throat, clearly perturbed by the explanation. "Yes, well, next time, tell him to exercise caution, lest he inadvertently draws attention."
Sable gave a broken laugh. "Yeah, Raph already pitched a fit, so I think the lesson has been learned."
Splinter made a noncommittal noise and together the two exited his room, heading to the kitchen and the deafening noise of four arguing brothers.
The meal was a rather quiet affair, each lost in their own thoughts. Within a few moments, Donnie rose, heading into his lab and banging around once again.
Mikey cast Sable an 'I told you so' look.
Donnie stayed engrossed in his projects after dinner, the sights and sounds of cutting torches and partially melted metal filling the atmosphere.
Leo ordered everyone to the dojo for hand to hand combat. Splinter opted to rest on the couch with Sable.
"How long do you think they'll be?" Sable asked, more interested in getting Donnie naked in his room. Having him hot and sweaty and smelling so masculine made her blood pound and her feminine places clench.
"Their stamina must also be tested, as well as their skills," Splinter put in, whiskers twitching.
"You don't think they're overdoing it, do you? I mean, I don't want you guys to get there and be so tired from the preparation, you fall asleep in the middle of the fight."
Splinter chuckled, regarding the young woman seated beside him. It wasn't so long ago she had a fear of his species. Now, she sat in companionable comfort.
"I have trained my sons to withstand rigorous conditions in which their minds and bodies may be tested to their limits."
Sable quieted, concentrating on the news report of a long time business closing its doors. She knew Donnie and his brothers were capable warriors, able to take care of themselves, hence why they trained so vigorously. Didn't stop her from worrying though.
Time passed slowly, Sable watching the dojo for any signs of life. Splinter nodded off during Law and Order, and Sable channel surfed for half an hour before getting up to check on the turtles.
She found them exactly as she imagined, pummeling the hell out of each other. Masks were soaked, clinging to scaly skin. Scales and shells glistened under the subdued lighting. Each sported bruises and busted lips, at least one swollen eye, and double rows of scratches from strong fingers clawing out of holds.
Leo issued a sharp order and their pairing changed up, restarting the battles.
Sable stared at Donnie, taking in his lithesome form doing battle against Leo. Neither were holding back, their strikes being deflected so fast they moved as a green blur.
Knowing they'd be hungry after such a strenuous workout, Sable went to the kitchen to make the inevitable favorite. The tv changed programs, signally a special news broadcast with April O'Neil, which Sable knew was a friend of theirs.
Two pizzas cooling on the rack, and two more in the oven, she whipped up a quick dessert, checking the timer for the pizza.
So occupied with her cooking, she didn't notice the turtles had finished their workout until a thin scaly arm wrapped around her, startling her into reality. Donnie was hot and sweaty, holding her firmly in his arms, breathing in her scent as readily as she breathed in his. Damn, he was irresistible when he was worked out. Sable felt another kind of hunger.
"What smells so good?" Mikey asked, sniffing around the stove as a bloodhound. He zeroed in on one of the Italian pies.
"Pizza snack," Sable said, snuggling into Donnie's arms, thankful her bra was padded as no one could see her nipples budded in arousal. "Two more in the oven with some fresh brownies for dessert. Figured you guys would need a bite when you were done."
"Donnie, if it doesn't work out, can I have her?" Mikey asked, broad smiles and innocently wicked innuendo as he claimed half a pizza for himself.
"Not a chance," Donnie smirked, giving Sable a kiss that made her knees go weak.
"Get a room," Raph groused good-naturedly.
"Have one," Sable grinned, fanning herself as she escaped Donnie's arms. Her body was reacting to the virile presence of her mate. She needed some distance between them to maintain her civility… and her sanity.
She claimed two slices of pizza, eyeing Leo who seemed uncertain if he should eat or maintain his standoffish manner. Pizza won.
Raph let out a huge sigh of fake relief. "Thank God. Don't think I could stomach seeing you two doing that all the time."
Sable winked. "We'd have to charge by the hour." She glanced to Donnie and added, "And with your stamina…."
"Oh, there's a mental picture I could have lived without," Raph added, groaning and screwing his eyes shut.
Sable laughed, giving Raph a genial pat on his huge bicep as she passed, headed for the tv.
"Oh, before I forget, there's a special report tonight on channel six with your reporter friend," Sable said, settling down and looking at the clock. It was almost eleven.
Donnie sat beside of Sable, his leg touching hers. He spoke to the room at large, but kept his eye on Sable, relaying his meaning with a look.
"Hope the report doesn't last too long. I need a shower and rest. Need to get up early and work on a few projects."
Sable bit her lip, demurely eating, legs crossed tight as her pussy throbbed with desire.
The news was on time, for once. April O'Neil appeared on camera, looking sensually pensive as she began her report.
"Legislators are currently proposing a bill that would incorporate community service with felons serving long sentences, granting those who are ineligible for parole, a chance to earn credit for good behavior and show they are reforming at the state's correctional facilities. Such a bill comes to the forefront of proceedings at the request of Eric Sacks, former New York philanthropist and disgraced scientist who was responsible for funding the notorious Foot Clan during their short, but failed attempt to cripple this city with violence and destruction."
There was a little smugness around April's eyes and mouth as she detailed the long list of offenses committed by the Foot, citing the estimated cost to business owners and taxpayers, and concluded with a twinkling eye.
"Thanks to the brave and heroic efforts of our Falcon, Vern Fenwick, Erik Sacks was imprisoned, and the city spared from the contagion found among the wreckage from Sacks tower. Though it has been five years since the incident, and Sacks sentenced to life in prison, he still maintains his innocence, claiming he was unaware of the contents that were to be dispersed by his business partner, Oroko Saki, otherwise known as The Shredder."
A picture of Shredder appeared on the screen, along with another picture of him with Eric Sacks at an international benefit for humanitarian aid to third world countries. The irony was not lost to the turtles.
"The proposal focuses on those who are trained in special fields, like Eric Sacks, and would allow those with scientific or educational backgrounds to work at a government controlled lab as part of their rehabilitation."
April paused for effect.
"If successful, the bill will cost the taxpayers an additional eighty million dollars to retrofit current facilities to allow prisoners a chance to continue research for the betterment of mankind."
"We can only hope there aren't nefarious forces at work and such a plan doesn't backfire, costing more lives and damage. But this reporter will be monitoring the situation, bringing you up to date reports and facts as they are uncovered. This is April O'Neil for channel six news."
The regularly schedule show returned.
"Well, that's a horrifying concept," Mikey put in. "What kind of moron thinks it's a good idea to let a mad scientist, someone who was going to mutate or kill half the city, have access to stuff to let him try it again?"
"Politicians," Raph grunted, glaring at the tv. He didn't like the thought of Sacks having special privileges either. If the loony scientist was allowed back into a lab, he could formulate all kinds of nasty problems.
"Probably told them he wanted to cure cancer or something," Sable said. "Seems like every time someone mentions the betterment of mankind, there's always a hefty price tag and a lot of suffering attached to it."
Four turtles and a rat nodded in agreement.
"That's all we need," Mikey groused, slumping on the couch. "Eric Sacks back in a lab, cooking up death and destruction, and a big headache for four turtles."
"Not necessarily," Donnie interjected. "If we can destroy the Foot headquarters, and any potential back up data or satellite facilities they have, and link the criminal activity to Sacks, he would lose any chance of getting back into a lab."
"You think he's funding the politicians to get this unwise law to pass?" Leo asked.
"I'd bet my shell on it," Donnie said. "And if we can shut down his international operations, destroying the data and shadow corporations that are funding said operations, and find proof of his intentions, he could face criminal charges on a global scale."
"All the more reason to shut the bastard down," Raph grunted.
"Training, tomorrow morning," Leo said.
"Afternoon," Donnie corrected, earning Leo's pointed stare. "Early morning I'm going to finish a couple of projects and start our itinerary. That requires time and some peace and quiet."
Donnie looked purposely to Mikey, who had the good graces to duck sheepishly.
"Afternoon then," Leo relented, rising and stretching. "Get some rest. We have a four hour training session tomorrow."
With that gloomy forecast he left, depositing his dishes in the kitchen and retiring to his room, where his mind was already engaged in training simulations.
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Rather long chapter this time, but I hope you liked it. I polished it off during a kdrama break and plan on doing a rough draft of the next chapter soon.
Feedback is appreciated. :D
