Sweet Dreams - 3rd in LeoxAsha series

Rating: T

"Donnie, yes," Asha said breathlessly as she writhed beneath him. He leaned down and kissed her soft lips again. She was as eager as he was. Her tongue darting between parted lips, her hands all over his shoulders and arms and neck, her legs on either side of him inviting him in.

"Asha, I love you so much," Donnie said as he ground his lower plastron against her body. He planted feverish desperate kisses on her mouth. He wanted to devour her right then, but he had to know.

"Why? Why did you come to me?" He asked, longing for her to proclaim her undying love for him. Her amber eyes centered him.

"Because, I wanted to know...are you coming up for breakfast?" Her eyes quizzical as she inexplicably receded into the very bed they shared.

"What?!" Donnie became worried, he grabbed for her but his hands went through her. He was about to scream when he heard her ask again, this time from the door.

"Donnie, you coming up or do I need to drag you out to eat?" Asha asked through the door. She heard some shuffling then a loud thump as something heavy hit the floor. Did he just fall out of the bed?

"Ow, coming!" Donnie called as he rubbed his side. How the hell do you fall out if a king sized bed? His hand flopped desperately on the night stand for his glasses.

"Are you...okay in there?" Asha asked with just a smidge of worry around the edges of her voice.

"Yeah sure, why wouldn't I be okay? I mean you did startle me out of a deep sleep, but that wouldn't cause any damage to me one way or another," Donnie babbled on. Finally, he found his glasses and hastily put them on. "However there have been studies done about the effect of premature, uhh, waking on the memory. Well really on the brain in general..." Donnie stood and headed to open the door which caused him to pass the mirror. Upon glancing at his reflection in this mirror he discovered he had no bottoms on. In horror, he rushed back to the bed, snatched off the sheet and wrapped it around him like a toga. Well, it looked more like he had scrounge around in a pile of sheets and one just happened to stick, but it would have to do. The whole time he never stopped talking.

"...but they found that rats who had been awakened several times in a night..." he stopped. She was pretty. Her usually wild hair was somewhat tamed in a very curly, afro he thought they were called. Large silver hoop earrings, a white tank (he hated referring to them as wife beaters), and jeans that fit her so well...

He leaned in the doorway with his hands on the top of the door jamb, just like Raph does and he always made it look so cool.

"Hey Donnie,"

"Hey Asha,"

Shook her head and smiled into a slight face palm.

"Why are you wearing a makeshift toga?" He looked down at himself. How long had he known her? Yet here he was making a complete fool of himself, trying to impress a girl he had no business trying to impress.

"I look ridiculous don't I?" He was blushing. She shook her head no.

"Go ahead, you can laugh it's okay. I'm used to it," he said. He was smiling but she could see the embarrassment reading in the flicker of his eyes, and the lowering of his voice.

"Have I told you that I think your gap is very cute?" Asha asked. Switching gears always did wonders for Donnie when a conversation became awkward. His tongue touched at the empty space, then he smiled confidently.

"You think so?"

"I know so. Now come on up and eat, the food's getting cold," she headed back upstairs.

He just stood there, straightening his posture. How did Raph manage to do that without developing some form of hernia?

The realization of the truth welled up in his heart, and would not be denied its dwelling place. He loved her. He didn't sort of like her, it wasn't platonic, he wasn't just vibing as Mikey called it, he loved her.

Donnie chided himself for the thought alone. Then he thought about how much he wanted to make love to her, then chided himself for that thought too. Then he thought about the depth of his love for her, how he could have allowed himself to feel that way, and also if Leo's love could match it, and that warranted an all-out upbraiding. He knew his brother. Donnie knew Leo loved her, but he also knew that part of his heart was and always would be unavailable to Asha. Karai held the other part of Leo's heart.

Donnie cleared his head and went upstairs. The short staircase still held the lingering scent of toasted coconuts.

A/N: This is indeed the third installment in a series involving Leo and Asha in their relationship. Interesting, that Donnie has found his way into this tale.

By the way, the first two are Skin Deep, and The Lion and The Turtle. Very short so far, but it'll get to some good stuff in a bit.