A/N: Sorry for the wait! Here it is, chalked full of grammar errors and spelling mistakes, but I want to get it posted ASAP. Same disclaimer from before: There will be M RATED things happening in this chapter. If you don't like it, don't appreciate it, or are 11, then don't read it!

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It had been days since he'd been allowed to wander through his home again, and as much as he wanted to run, to do something, he couldn't. His hands were still broken and his leg was stitched together. Not to mention that his shoulder was a crawling mass of itchiness that he couldn't get to because of the large wad of bandages that hid it from view. He really didn't need them except to stop him from scratching, plus he didn't like the way that Becca looked every time she stared at it.

She didn't seem to be scared of him in anyway, nor did she seem to see his injuries as ugly or gross. It was that she'd look at it, frown then try to smile weakly, sadly. They hadn't talked much and he still hadn't even gone into his room. He was allowed to move to the couch and that was about it. Which was like torture. He couldn't pick up a controller and play games and instead had to watch whatever anyone else had left up or try to hunt for the remote. Becca would often come through and flip the channel to something that was entertaining, but she'd never sit long.

It was getting annoying. He just wanted his girlfriend to sit with him and snuggle for a little bit. She seemed to always have something else to do. She helped Sara with her plants, she did laundry, dishes, swept, had to break for training, and then spend the rest of her free time with Klatter or one of his brothers doing who knew what.

Yet as frustrated as he was, he couldn't bring himself to ask her for more of her time than she was willing to give. To say that he felt like a giant pile of steaming dog shit was an understatement. He'd jumped to conclusions and hurt her. If they were to be in a relationship then he should have respected her more and at least given her a chance to tell him that she wanted to stay. He should have held onto her tighter, been more selfish. He chuckled to himself. There were two things his brothers always told him to do: act his age and to stop being selfish. "Man, did I pick a hell of a time to listen to you guys." He muttered to himself. He laid his head back on the couch and groaned.

"Good news Mikey," Donnie grinned wildly. Usually Donnie saying those words with that smile meant that it in fact, was not good news. Then Mikey spied Sara behind him, tapping her foot and glaring a hole through Donnie and straight into his soul. "You can go back to your room today. Just let us know if you need any help." Voice strained, smile forced, sweat beading down his forehead, and eyes pleading for his younger brother to save him. Donnie looked like he was waiting to be beheaded. "Really?" He asked, excited. "Yep, just don't pull any of your stitches or get your gauze wet, also, make sure you use the crutches- ow!" Sara's hand tugged on Donnie's mask so hard that his head bent backwards.

Mikey gulped. Sara was still moodier than Raph. It was best not to make her angry if you could avoid it. At the same time, if you so much as asked if she was okay she'd break out into tears. "Thanks, dude." He said with a wink to Sara who was whispering something into Donnie's ear. He didn't spend any more time there on the couch than he dared. He'd been given a get out of jail free card and he was going to use it.

Crutches that helped him get to the bathroom with a little less pain were stationed next to the couch. He grabbed them and left as quickly as he could. Then he was faced with his greatest enemy of all. Stairs. He'd make sure to add it into his next comic book, that was a guarantee. His shoulder protested every movement. Some of his smaller cuts and stitches ached. His leg throbbed, and his balance was like that of a baby giraffe's. Once he got to the top he leaned against the wall, huffing and sweating. It was embarrassing for a ninja, let alone a boyfriend because there was his girlfriend, standing in front of his door. In all honesty, if he could have traded Donnie for an angry Sara right then, he would have because Becca's very posture said 'we need to talk.'

"We are going to talk." Arms folded over her chest, hair pulled back, hip cocked, eyes set, and as scared as he was of this talk, she was still so beautiful. "Out of the frying pan." He grumbled, starting her way. A smile flashed across her face and she coughed quickly. She opened the door for him and he took a moment to look around.

Except for a few new posters on his walls, a dresser and the bed moved to the middle of the room, everything looked almost the same. There was a smell in here that he knew but hadn't experienced before. She'd been sleeping in here. The room smelled of them, her scent mingling with his, as if she'd always been here. "Are you going to sit down or do I need to make you?" All it would take would be a shove and he'd fall over, so he sat down. Becca took the crutches and placed them by the door. She took a moment to lock it before coming back to sit with him.

"Why didn't you say anything that night?" Mikey tensed. He'd expected some small talk before the big issues came up. "I mean, I understand if you don't want kids. But you'd said that that was why you were keeping your side job so I thought that maybe, one day." She trailed off and he couldn't help but stare at her like he was a fish out of water. "You should have said something. I know you, at least a little, and you should have said something, anything."

"Whoah, whoah, wait." He sputtered, putting a hand up. "That had nothing to do with me wanting kids or not."

"Then why? I thought you were rejecting me, and the idea of a future with me at all." He didn't lunge into an answer and she didn't pry for one right away. It gave him time to think. "Listen when I say this, okay?" He warned. "I was, but not for anything that you probably think." He took a breath to steady himself. She was looking up at him, her eyes looking like they were about to spring tears at any moment. "I thought that after you thought it over, or as time passed, that you'd leave. I thought you'd leave the lair and then me."

"Why-" She accused but he held up his hand again and she glared at him.

"When you first got here, you said you'd be gone as soon as you got a job." Realization then anger sprouted on her features.

"You never gave me the chance to-"

"I've realized that. I thought for you, I made decisions for you based off what I thought any other girl would do, and they were bad ones." She huffed, annoyed at being cut off. "If you're with me then you'll live down here. You'll have to deal with me going out on patrol, coming home banged up like this almost all the time. Then we have enemies, I'd hoped to protect you from them, but look at what happened."

"But you did save me." She smiled weakly. Her eyes not looking at his, but at his shoulder. "Why do you look at it like that?"

"Huh?"

"My wounds." She bit her lip. Seeming to mull over her thought, she avoided looking at it again. "I watched you break through the glass, shoulder and head first without concern for your own safety." She took in a long breath and let it out slowly. "As much as I hated seeing you hurt, and as scared as I was, it's proof that you still cared for me. I don't like that it took you getting hurt for me to realize it. But when I look at it, I'm reminded that I was just as stupid as you were that night, and that I never wanted to be away from you."

She leaned into him and he wrapped an arm around her. Her fingers played over the sensitive connections on his plastron. "I understand what it will be like to live with you, and your family. I know what you think I might be giving up. I've never really been close with my family, and yours is much nicer anyway. I still have my job, and now that Bea knows about you guys, I'll have someone to talk to."

"Yeah, I heard a little about that. Leo and Raph scared her into not saying anything, right?"

"Kind of." She paused. "Once things had calmed down and I knew you were going to be okay, Sara and I went over to her house. When we finally explained things to her, she seemed more understanding. Come to find out she's basically an animal rights activist."

"So no cages and inhumane test for us then, huh?"

"Nope. Although since she was scared out of her mind, she really doesn't want to see Leo or Raph anytime soon." They chuckled together for a moment.

The playfulness died after a moment and Mikey wrapped Becca in his arms completely. "I'm sorry." He murmured into her hair.

"Me too," she mumbled into his plastron. Her arms snaked under his and latched onto the top of his carapace. He rejoiced in the feel of her small, warm, soft body pressed against his. She was like his personal hot water bottle in the middle of winter. He tightened his grip the best he could then rolled onto the bed. Thankfully she didn't fight him, except to get her arm out from under his shell.

They didn't talk anymore, instead they just laid there, thankful for each other's warmth and presence. Eventually his body demanded that he take a nap. It wasn't his fault, being around her just made him so comfortable. Right before he drifted of he tried to tease. "If my body didn't hurt so much, I'd try to be more romantic."

"Easy there tiger," was the hushed laugh of a response.

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Sara had been right. When sleeping with a giant mutant turtle, all of your appendages will eventually become trapped and numb. She rubbed life back into her leg as she woke up to the alarm. In roughly three weeks Mikey had gone from nearly crippled to being like new again. That meant that as she sat up to turn off the alarm, he pulled her back onto the bed and curled up around her in a way that someone who had a shell shouldn't be able to curl. She nipped at his arm and he yelped in surprise, letting go just long enough for her to fail at getting up again before he pulled her back down.

"I have to turn the alarm off." She whined.

"Just hit the snooze."

"I can't reach it." She whimpered, mocking the action. He chuckled at her plight. "You're the one who put it on the other side of the room."

"If I didn't the snooze button would be worn out in a week." She pushed his arm off her and lumbered out of the bed to shut off the alarm. When she turned back around Mikey was laying face down on her side of the bed. She'd laughed at him when he'd asked that she sleep on the side furthest from the door. His reasoning being that if they were attacked in the middle of the night, he wanted to be the closest to the door. The difference was only about a foot and when she'd tried to argue, he'd said it was a guy thing and she wouldn't understand.

"Come on, get up. Company is coming over, remember? And someone volunteered me to help them cook breakfast for an army."

"It's not an army, just a small platoon." Was his muffled reply. "Anyway, you need the practice." She huffed and picked up a pencil from the stand, launching it at him. She didn't have time to appreciate the beauty of the throw before he snatched it out of the air before it connected with his head, previously mentioned head still buried in her pillow. "We're already at the point in our relationship where you're throwing things at me?" She picked up a large pink eraser and silently, playfully threatened him with it. He fake pouted. "Remind me to tell Sara to stop teaching you how to throw knives."

After a bit more play and teasing, she finally got ready. Since she'd complained to Sara about having not been able to talk to Mikey privately, which had prompted him coming back to his room, she'd noticed that he always disappeared once she pulled her clothes out. She had mixed emotions about it, but knew that until she decided to give it a go, he'd continue doing just that. Sighing and getting ready to face a living nightmare of time spent in the kitchen under Mikey's cautioning glance, she left their room. Splinter, Mik, and Leo would be the only ones up at this time so that meant that she'd be free to mess up for at least an hour before anyone thought of eating.

Mikey was patient, but he was overly cautious about her being in the kitchen after she'd set a pan of bacon grease on fire. Yet she was determined to at least match Raph in the kitchen. Although she knew she'd never be able to out match him in his skill at cutting things up. The dude could peel potatoes with such precision that only the skin came off. While practically being a chef in his own right, Mikey wasn't as finely tuned with a parry knife as his brother. His forte was in the way something looked and tasted after he made it. All Becca wanted was to be able to make something that other people could stomach.

She'd been right, after about an hour people started to stir the first of their visitors came over, Marcus. His presence was one of a hunter tracking prey, that prey being Sara. Becca had learned a little about the man, but still found him to be an odd kind of person. He seemed normal on the surface, but was full of little oddities once you got him to talk about something other than people. Come to find out he was a huge football fan. It was almost a secret that he didn't want others to know, just like his misfortunate love for spicy foods. One night of chili was enough to give him stomachaches for a week due to a missing gal bladder.

Next came April and Casey. They were a pair like if Sara had fallen for Raph instead of Donnie. All around, April was a calm yet passionate person. Casey was passionate yet rarely calm. They were a balance in and of themselves. Casey pushed April to step outside of her boundaries while April tried to show Casey where his were. Becca thought that just maybe, Casey might have had a hint of cloister phobia since he didn't come down as often as April did. The guy's interaction with him seemed to take place more above ground.

The kitchen wasn't big enough to hold everyone, so they moved out into the living room and used the coffee table as a buffet. She'd been pleased when she didn't scorch the eggs and her French toast sticks puffed out just right. She'd left Mikey to the bacon, sausage and fried potatoes though, afraid of the popping grease and risk of another fire. She'd had the idea to use a tea jug for coffee, seeing how Donnie wasn't the only person who enjoyed it.

The scene was a regulated chaos that warmed her heart. She sat next to Mikey on what was supposed to be a gag beanbag chair. It was big enough for him to sit and be comfortable while she could share the space that was left over. This was her family, her friends and her new life. It was full of happiness, wonder and excitement that could turn a tad frightening at times. It wasn't perfect, but it was what she'd always wanted.

She leaned into Mikey, grateful for him and everyone else. She spied Mik and Splinter, nearly huddled together eating and talking, apart from the rest of the group which carried on it's own conversation. There was probably a foot and a half of space between the chairs they sat in, but they were both turned towards each other, murmuring and obviously enthralled enough to ignore everyone else. As usual, Raph and Casey switched back and forth between arguing with each other and arguing with other people. Sara and Donnie kept nodding and accepting ongoing congratulations.

Maybe it was just Becca but there seemed to be a glint in Sara's eyes everything someone mentioned how they thought her kids would play down here in the sewers, with each other. If she could guess, Sara was working on a way for her kids to be able to play in the sunshine. Becca couldn't blame her and hoped she'd be able to help.

Leo bounced around everyone's conversations while holding one with Marcus. His eyes darting, but never landing on someone when they weren't talking. It gave the appearance that he was paying attention to everyone evenly, even though she could tell that Marcus held most of his interest.

She'd been thinking of inviting Bea, but decided against it. It would take sometime before she'd be willing to let her into their family. Even though she was an ally, it didn't mean that she wouldn't suddenly change her mind if the danger became too real. It wasn't likely, but it was a possibility.

It had just been meant to be breakfast and talking, yet the whole day ended up being a giant party. Training turned into a mini tournament. Lunch meant a shopping trip for the girls while the guys played video games and caught a game of ninja tag. Dinner was followed by the rarest event she'd seen since moving in with her new family. Drinking.

Splinter had announce that he'd like to toast Sara and Donnie's success, since everyone was gathered and had the day free from other distractions. She hadn't even known that there was this mysterious liquid called sake in the house. Raph's beer, okay. Wine that Mikey sometimes used in cooking, yeah. But suddenly there was a trip to the liquor store and everyone but Sara had something alcoholic in their hands. She was so lost in the scene that she thought that maybe she was dreaming. There was no way that any of them were drinking, except maybe Casey and Raph. Still, Mikey handed her a Jack and Coke and she tipped her glass when Splinter simply said, "To my son and my daughter, may you have the best of luck." Sara laughed and drank some plain orange juice as everyone toasted her and her fiancé.

It was only a few drinks, except on Raph and Casey's part, but it was so odd. The two sets of Spades that started were nice. It was loud and crazy and she was having a blast. Splinter only drank one cup of sake, and retired with a clear warning of over indulging. Mik, who'd decided she did not like alcohol, went next, having sampled sake, a beer and a sip of Becca's Jack and Coke. April pulled Casey away after he polished off a six pack by himself. Marcus only drank one beer, but made it last until it was late and the last game of Spades had finished. Donnie whisked Sara away soon after and that only left Raph stumbling to his room. Mikey had drank Jack and Coke like her, matching her, but she could tell he was getting close to being drunk himself. She realized she'd missed Leo slipping away at some point, but knowing that she'd only seen him drink maybe one or two at most.

Her and Mikey put up the cards, having only won three of the games. They'd lost but she hadn't minded. Mikey had kept trying to signal her but it had been so obvious that everyone else had noticed as well. Now his movements were more fluid than ever. His arms swung wide, his stroll was a glide, a perma grin was plastered onto his face even though they didn't talk as they cleaned up. Somehow he seemed even more graceful when he was tipsy. Maybe that was her own intoxication, but it appeared to be true. Once everything was clean, only then did he turn back to her.

If she'd blinked, she would have missed him stooping down and proceeding to lift her over his shoulder. She squealed and laughed, playfully knocking against his carapace. She let out a small shriek when he returned the favor with a smack to her butt. Up the stairs and into their room they laughed, gleeful in their current state. It should have, but it didn't surprise her when he tossed her onto the bed.

He took off his mask, which to her made him look older, as if he was more of a predator. Then went his elbow and knee pads. That she was used to, he didn't sleep with them on unless he fell asleep on the couch or something. It was the way that he crawled not only up the bed, but up her body. His eyes were dark and roamed her body like he was searching for something. Her breath started to come out in puffs. She wondered if he'd try something tonight. His inhibitions were lowered, so it was possible. She'd hoped that this wouldn't happen when they were drunk, but she was ready. She had been ready. She just didn't know how to tell him, or show him. She was a woman after all and even if she hadn't had sex yet, that didn't mean that she didn't have needs. It didn't mean that she didn't have some idea of what she wanted. She just wasn't practiced in trying to be seductive. She hadn't thought that he would be either, but he was doing a damn good job at it.

Once he got up to her lips, he kissed her and she tried to let go of any residual worry or doubt. She loved him, through and through. She knew that it would hurt, that she would bleed, but she didn't want to be scared. Even if he'd never done this before either, she knew Mikey would be as gentle as he could be. Her body responded. It started as a buzzing feeling on her lips that traveled down to the bottom of her stomach then lower, heating her from her core.

Mikey wasn't pushy, or demanding. It seemed like he was kissing her just to have fun, but the depth of it soon got away from him. His hands started to wander. First caressing her cheek then tracing her shoulder. He seemed to flutter around going any further, edging down to her breast, but never getting close enough to touch. Her body started to ache in response to what it thought was teasing. She nearly growled into the kiss, fumbled for his hand and sternly placed it over one breast. Desire clearly shown, Mikey replied, gripping it softly then removing his hand and worked it up her shirt.

Clothes were a barrier to her desires. As soon as he cupped her over only her bra she pushed herself up to a sitting position and tore off her shirt. Mikey's eyes bulged. A pride that she could make him look at her like that started in her. She didn't have to worry about if he found her attractive or not, he made it clear that she was. Now she just wanted to let him know that she found him just as attractive.

While he'd been recovering from his injuries, she'd asked Sara a few things about how mutant turtles worked. She ran her hands over his plastron until she found the two bottom plates. It was obvious now that she felt it. There it was, an indent that would open up, revealing him. She ran her fingers around the area, trying to follow some of Sara's advise. Supposedly this area was tender and sensitive which meant that it should have felt good. Mikey's knee jerk reaction left her sitting alone on the bed.

He'd pulled away and jumped off the bed faster than she'd thought possible. She ached. She wanted him. She knew that she was wet, ready. Her breath came out ragged, shaky. "Was that wrong? I thought that was where-"

"How did you know?"

"I asked Sara. I wanted to have some idea-"

"Okay," he blushed. "But we've been drinking." Her jaw dropped. There was no way he was being serious. Yet it was there, in the way he shook and the way he didn't look at her. He was trying to restrain himself. Damn him for it working.

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The chill that ran up her spine was nearly painful. The stupid glop that Donnie was spreading over her sensitive stomach was like ice. Then there they were, three perfect wiggling little eggs. Some babble about how the cords shouldn't be quite so visible, possibly another mutation. She didn't care. She studied the picture carefully.

Something wasn't right with one of them. She tried to suppress any irrational train of thought, but those were her babies. They had grown a lot since the last time, a few weeks ago, and one of them had changed. No one else probably saw it, but she did. "Donnie, move it over to the left and down just a bit." Sara ordered. Donnie looked between her and the monitor before listening. Raph leaned closer, noticing it too. "What's dat?" He asked. The wand stopped on her ever growing bump and they all strained to make it out.

While the eggs seemed to be soft and squishy, allowing for forming hands and legs to move, this was new. There was a swell that wasn't moving, as if the egg was hard and deformed there. Bile rose up into her throat and her heart rate elevated. Fear sunk into her body like a dagger from an enemy. "It's probably just stretching," Donnie tried to say, as if trying to convince himself. Silence, even from Raph, was heavy in the room as Donnie tried to zoom in on the area.

The door opened and Becca came in looking like she was ready to have a break down. "Sorry," the other girl announced. "We didn't have anymore jalapenos so I used some of the hot banana peppers instead, is that okay?" A sandwich, intended for her rested in Becca's hands. Sara's earlier craving kicked back in full force and she beckoned Becca over. It did look weird now that she saw it, but her mouth watered and her stomach gave an audible growl. Salami, mustard, cucumber, pickle and substitute jalapenos all contained inside of two slices of hot pumpernickel coated in butter.

Cravings had hit hard, and morning sickness still reared it's evil head. Now she might be dealing with something wrong with one of her babies as well. "It's breaking the shell," Donnie gasped. Her neck almost broke as she remembered the monitor. There was the proof, a small line with a hole in the middle. It was blurry and distorted, but she could have sworn she saw a beak press against the fissure. "That's some Twilight Zone shit," Raph said in near horror.

Sara grew excited. Turtles were supposed to do that, so it was a good sign. She tried to look to her mate for help but he was already typing with one hand, taking notes. His worried frown didn't help her. "Donnie?"

"I'm worried that they won't be connected to the umbilical cord." He said tensely. She looked at the monitor again. "What if it goes through the shell?"

"I can't be sure-"

"There's nothing we can do about it anyway, right?" She bit out. It was harsh and true, but she felt bad after seeing the way Donnie's face dropped. "If anything happens, there is nothing we can do. This is just going to have to play out the way that nature wants it to."

She let Donnie observe for a little while longer before she insisted that the gunk be removed from her stomach. It was difficult to eat when she felt like an experiment. Becca stood oddly close and was hyper fidgety. Raph cleared out soon and Donnie didn't linger himself. It was clear that something about Becca's demeanor had told the guys to bugger off, but she couldn't figure it out herself.

"Sara, I need your help." Hands wrung out in front of her, her face flush, and it looked like the poor girl had nearly gnawed off her bottom lip. She silently swore that if Mikey was responsible for her frazzled state, she'd take care of him herself. "What's wrong?"

"It's Mikey…"

"I knew it," she huffed, ready to go kick her little brother's ass. "What's he done this time? I swear, if he-"

"He hasn't done ANYTHING and THAT'S the problem." Sara paused and looked at Becca again.

What she said and what she meant clicked inside her head. "Nothing? Like, really nothing, or nothing like he just doesn't want to-"

"No, he does. I know he does. He just left our room in a near rage and me lying there."

"I don't want to know," Sara interjected, feeling a flush come to her own cheeks.

"It's been like this for a week now, I don't think I can handle much more." The other woman confessed. Sara tried to be rational, remove herself from the situation. Everything she thought of, Becca had probably already tried. Then an obvious thought presented it's self. "Have you just told him that you want him?"

"Yes, last week!"

"When everyone got drunk?"

"Yes." An increasingly frustrated Becca huffed.

"And since you've been sober, you've reaffirmed your desire?"

"Yes, I've done everything but tie him to the bed-"
"Verbally. Have you told him that you still want him? That it wasn't just a drunken-"

"Sara, I took off all my clothes and literally begged him to-"

"Don't want to know!" Sara waved her hands. She sighed. "I don't know, but I'm going to go eat my sandwich now. The only thing I can recommend is to keep trying and to take care of anything that he won't by yourself. I've told you that they have really good sense of smell right?"

"Yeah."

"They can smell when you're aroused. The other guys too, which is why I think they ran out of here."

"Oh god." Becca gasped, mortified.

"But if Donnie tells me the truth, they can smell when you, you know." With that, and a red face, Sara nearly ran from the room herself.

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His earlier aggression worn off, Mikey trudged his way back to his room. He'd spent hours wearing himself out and dreading what Becca might have in store for him when he poked his head out of the dojo. She was making this a very difficult task for him. He wanted to wait, to make sure she wasn't going to regret sleeping with him. He had to know that the fact that she lost her virginity to a mutant turtle wasn't going to bother her in the long run.

He had no doubts about her love, nor his for her, but he didn't want to ruin her life if eventually she decided not to be with him. He was keeping his head focused on the real world, he didn't want to think about her leaving, and it hurt to imagine, but he knew that he was still going to have to make sure that he didn't get his hopes up too high.

It wasn't the same as before they broke up. There wasn't an ever present fear hanging over his head. He was determined to make the most of any time that he got with her. He just didn't want to hurt her. He'd read some romance novels and even did a little research on what it's like for a woman to lose their virginity. Blood, pain, and except in the novels, no pleasure. He'd even went as far as to ask advice on a forum.

Go slow, make her as comfortable as possible, remember that it wasn't about him, make sure she was ready, and the one he was the most interested in, make sure she'd already finished once or twice. It was so much pressure, he was even beginning to worry if his body would perform correctly. Which obviously wasn't an issue that his body thought of having. The past week had been rough to say the least and he wasn't sure if he was fighting his body or mind more.

A sharp smell hit his nose and he stopped outside of his door. He'd smelled it before, but this was different. Usually there were different under tones and he was the one causing it. He sniffed again. It was Becca. His body cried out saying that his mate was in heat, and that he needed to respond to it. The door to his room was the only thing stopping him, and he didn't think it was doing anything spectacular. Then something else enlightened his senses. His name, whimpered in a plea. He looked around, made sure no one else was in the hallway then opened his door, his curiosity too strong to ignore any longer.

He'd startled her, but she didn't move to cover up, and the sight in front of him coupled with the smell in his room made his vision shrink. Every inch of her was exposed on his orange bedspread. Her legs were open, a hand between them. Irrationally, he grew angry at that hand. Her body shook, and her cheeks were flushed. Her other hand still cupped her breast and a small nipple was pinched between her middle finger and thumb. Instantly he grew hard in his shell, the pressure opening on his bottom plates.

"Close the door," she hissed, covering herself from anyone that might be walking down the hall. No control over his strength, he slammed the door, never looking away from her. Neither of them moved. Not a sound was made except their heavy breaths. Then an aggravated huff escaped Becca's lips. "If you're not going to do anything, then I'm going to." The hand between her legs moved from covering to exploring and he growled.

He had no control over his body and he took three strides to the edge of his bed. Becca had frozen, watching him. He growled again and reached down, removing her hands from her body. He took in the sight. Her skin smooth and soft, her nipples a soft pink and her opening already wet from her own minstrations. Another growl, lower and deeper, rumbled his chest. She'd already come once, that was why the smell was different. He'd never smelled it before, not from her, and he wanted to be the cause of it the next time.

He rapidly shed his sparring amount of clothing. His member begged for him to allow it exposure. Just barely did he contain himself, latching onto the memory of this being her first time. Her small arms reached up to him and he let her drag him down to her awaiting lips. He didn't hold himself back, wandering her torso with his hands. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, getting breathy moans and sighs as rewards. He trailed a hand lower, feeling a soft bed of hair then even softer skin. "Oh, yes, please." She begged and he couldn't deny her.

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His fingers were rougher than her own, which meant more sensation. She rocked her hips unconsciously. His finger ground over her clit and she tried to keep herself on the mattress. Then his lips left hers and latched around a nipple. It was the best feeling she'd ever had. A cried escaped her and she used both hands to keep him where he was. She couldn't stop shaking, but she didn't want to.

It hadn't been her plan for things to work out like this, but then again she couldn't have planned it any better. Her body did as it wanted, and she simply enjoyed. She was close. Her body was tight, legs shaky, breath short, and her head spun in anticipation. She tried to hold onto the feeling, savor it. Mikey had different ideas as he drove her to ecstasy. The feel of her orgasm shook her to her core. She'd never had one so strong before. It was as if he stole part of her soul with it, leaving her light headed and lightly dizzy in her euphoria.

"Again," came a growl that snapped her out of her daze for a moment. Rough fingers started to play at her opening again and she whimpered. It was too soon, she was too sensitive and the feeling was too harsh. She tried to move his hand away, but only succeeded in getting another growl and his head between her thighs. "Wait!" She begged. She wasn't sure he heard her until she felt pressure on her thigh, his teeth digging in and pulling her away from pleasure towards pain only for him to stop before she told him to. "Mine." The hoarse sound of his voice made her forget her discomfort.

There was something inside of her that cried out, overjoyed to be claimed by him. She didn't try to stop it as it wrapped around her heart. She reached down to him, tugging on him. Reluctantly, he rose up to her, staring into her eyes with his which were nearly consumed by the black pupils. "Mikey, I love you. I will be yours forever." The darkness shrunk and some of the playful light that was Mikey shone back through. "Becca," he called to her, his voice thick. "I love you too, I love you." His lips smothered hers and she held onto him with everything that she was.

It took a while, but their kisses turned from passionate and tender to heated and wanting once more. This time she let her hands wander over his body as he did to her. Apprehensive, she traced the bottom two plates on his plastron and was surprised when a long human like cock sprung into her hand. Sara had told her that they were somewhat human like, except for color, but she'd almost been expecting one of the one's she'd seen when she did her research on turtle anatomy.

A sound from deep in Mikey's chest and throat startled her. A chur, a sure sign that what she was doing was appreciated. Then, before she'd had anymore time to think about it, he was between her legs. She looked up to him, placing all of her trust on his shoulders. "I'm sorry that I'm going to hurt you." His voice was strained, and his eyes were doing this odd thing where they were dilating to epic proportions and scaling back down. A true testament to his emotional state. "It'll only be once, and it'll be worth it." She smiled. The love she felt as he looked down at her was immense.

Awkwardly, he pressed against her opening. A bit of apprehension flitted through her and she pulled him down to her so she could hold onto him. She kissed him, relaxing a bit and confirmed to him that she still wanted him. The pressure was shocking and she bit her lip as she clung to Mikey. She was already slick, so he nearly glided inside of her, once he was in. He didn't reach back to her barrier yet, instead rocking shallowly near her entrance. Once she adjusted, she found her body responding.

"Sorry," Mikey ground out before sinking into her. A flare of pain seared her. She couldn't stop the whimpers that escaped her. Kisses, soft and apologetic rained over her face. Mikey started to withdraw and she wrapped her legs around his hips. "Don't move," she begged as she waited for the discomfort to pass.

"I don't want to hurt you anymore."

"You're not, if you don't move!" She hissed, and damn him for chuckling.

"As you wish."

"Don't go getting all 'Princess Bride' on me right now, Michelangelo." She laughed for a second then realized that wasn't a good idea at the moment. Well, it might not have felt good to her, but it caused Mikey to chur as she tightened around him.

After what seemed like forever, she gave a cautionary move to her hips. Mikey pulled out a little, waited a second then pushed back in. It was uncomfortable, but it didn't hurt like before so she did it again. They repeated that same move a dozen times. To her frustration, it didn't stir anything inside of her. This was not what her romance novels had lead her to believe.

Above her, Mikey was shaking. His eyes were screwed shut and he was starting to sweat. Churs escaped him and she felt guilty that she was forcing him to go against his instincts. "Touch me," she asked, hoping that it would help. Mikey looked down at her before churring again and dipping his head to her breast. The sudden sensation of his mouth over her made her gasp. He pulled and sucked on her as he pumped into her slowly and her body warmed up to the feeling. Curious she reached between them and rubbed herself.

Slowly her body took the ember of desire and moved toward an inferno. Mikey's movements generated a new need inside of her and she laid there, enjoying it. Her breathing hitched and came in puffs. A few beads of sweat rolled down Mikey's nose and landed on her chest as his rhythm increased. She removed her hand and clutched him, arms wrapped around the back of his neck. Mutual moans and pants filled the room. Bending lower, hiding his face in her neck, Mikey's plastron rubbed her clit harshly, heightening her experience. She felt him turn his head and start to bite as his hips bucked wildly.

He was going to come and she would be damned if she got left behind. She spread her legs a bit more and matched his pace with her own. She wasn't sure he stopped churring as her body started to tingle. It was only a brief warning as she came. Her body locked up, shaking and she thought she would die from pleasure. Little dots floated behind her eyes and she couldn't stop the loud moan that escaped her. The burst of her orgasm like one of the fireworks on the fourth of July that then fizzled into multiple others.

Only slightly was she aware of Mikey coming as well. His teeth stayed in her shoulder and his hips slammed against her, sending her body into aftershock. It was only when they both stilled that she realized what they'd done.

There had been no condom, no birth control. Then she remembered that it'd taken Sara almost a year to mutate enough to carry a child. Worry put aside, she held Mikey to her as he removed himself. He kissed the mark on her shoulder and her neck then her face. She pushed him away before claiming his lips with hers. She was sore and tired. When he rolled off from on top of her, she followed, continuing to hold onto him. "I love you, Becca."

"I love you too, Mikey." They didn't say anything else as they fell asleep in each other's arms.