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Erin tried to memorize the way to the lair, but the turtles kept on back tracking and heading in different directions. They weren't stupid, that's for sure, doing all of this to make sure they weren't followed. After about 20 minutes of running around the tunnels, they came to a large gate, and security panel blinking next to it. Leonardo moved out of the way to allow Donatello through to put in the security code. There was a few beeps, some flashing green lights, and a loud click as the gate opened up. They all filed inside, Michelangelo closing the door behind him, then heading to a room not far from the entrance, placing her weapon on a table near the door. Leonardo when off into a different room as Raphael set her down on a couch, Donatello tossing another blanket over her.
"I'm going to get a bath started." He said, giving her one of his winning smiles. "That sound good, Angelcakes?" Erin had to remind herself that he was addressing her.
My name here is April, She reminded herself mentally. The orange one is Michelangelo, and he calls me Angelcakes, but he's only joking with me. The blue turtle, the leader of their little clan, returned with a stack of towels and began to pass them around.
"Here" he said, handing her a stack of clothing. "They're probably a bit big on you, but they're dry and warm." She muttered a soft thank you as he went to give a towel to Mikey. That's Leonardo. He's the one to watch out for. Might become suspicious about anything if I make a wrong move. The oldest turtle left the bathroom and handed a towel to the last one, the one in purple.
"Do you want something to eat?" he asked her, his eyes made huge by his glasses. That's Donatello, he's the most intelligent of the group. Master Shredder would like to try and recruit him. She smiled at him, as her stomach complained loudly, causing her to blush. As Donatello and Leonardo went into the kitchen to cook something, she felt a large hand gently squeeze her shoulder. She looked up at the large turtle behind her.
"Guess that's your answer, huh Babe?" the red one teased. And lastly, we have Raphael. He's the one I'm in a 'relationship' with. Been dating him since sometime after the incident at father's tower. High chance that he is my lover. The way his gold eyes sparkled softly at her, like she meant the world to him, said he was. She felt him hold her tighter, and press his lips against her temple. Fighting the urge to move away, she turned her face to his and nuzzled it affectionately. In return he flashed her a smile that made her heart race again.
You just find him attractive somehow, she thought to herself. He's kind of good-looking for a giant mutant turtle. She allowed herself to look over his impressive body, and wondered how big his was. Maybe if I impress Master Shredder enough with this mission, he'll allow me to keep this one.
Then the youngest came out of the bathroom, tendrils of steam floating in behind him, filling the air with the scent of lilacs.
"The bath is ready." Michelangelo said, gesturing to the door. April stood up and gathered the things that Leonardo had given her and moved to the bathroom. Raphael got up after her, and moved in the opposite direction.
"Gimme a hand with getting her room together." He said, motioning to his younger brother. Michelangelo followed him, giving April a gentle pat on her shoulder as he went past.
Moving into the bathroom, she closed the door, and stripped off her wet clothing. On the edge of the tub, there was shampoo and body wash, clearly for her use. Slipping into the tub, she closed her eyes and let her mind wander.
Sitting in the warm water, surrounded by the oddly familiar scent of lilacs, she began doze off slightly. Resting in a hazy state, a memory that seemed like it was from another lifetime came to her.
She felt him shift behind her, his arm tightening around her middle. Looking up into the mask less face of Raph, she gave him a lazy smile as she snuggled closer to him. The hot water of the large tub created a steamy environment, and then sent of Dragon's Blood filled the air. Knowing that Leonardo and Michelangelo would be on patrol for a few more hours, Master Splinter was deep in meditation, and nothing short of a catastrophic disaster would pull Donatello out of his lab, the two had decided to steal some time away in the extremely large bathtub, with the door locked, just in case.
Raph pushed her gently away from him, and began to slowly rub down her back, his strong hand working in slow, easy circles. Paying special attention to her burned shoulder, which she had injured earlier trying to move a bookcase.
"Looks like a simple sprain." He told her, moving to the other shoulder. "I'll put that heat pad on it when we get done in here." He finished up her other shoulder and began to gently trail his fingers down her sides.
"Oh?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at him "And what's do left in here? I'm done washing up." She gasped as her pressed his face in her neck, lips ghosting over her skin.
Raphael smiled as she arched into him, as she slowly melted at his attentions.
"Raph," she gasped, panting slightly as his lips went up to graze her temple. "Please Raph, I…"
"You what?" he asked, moving down her ear, giving the lobe a small nip. "Tell me what you want." She whimpered as his hands brushed up and down her stomach.
"You." She moaned, turning her head to desperately try to reach his lips. "I want you." Raph cupped her chin with one hand, as the other continued to roam up and down her body.
"As you wish." He murmured, taking her mouth with his own.
April sat straight up, breathing heavily. What the hell was that? Her cheeks where warm, and not from the bath. She could still feel his hands on her. It had to just be a fantasy. She always had a thing for large guys, but it being that there were not many like that in the foot clan, it had been what- a year? - since she had a physical relationship. That was it, just some physical need to have someone in her bed. April shook her head to clear it of the remaining wisps of the seemingly real memory.
The plan, she thought to herself, you have to focus on the plan. She had to cause a major rift between the brothers, using her relationship with Raphael. Just get one of them jealous, and slowly work with that. The only question was who to work with.
Donatello? Maybe- but she could tell that he was an omega type pretty easily. She'd have to drop some major hints that she was interested in him to get him up against the clearly alpha Raph. She dunked under the cooling water to get her hair wet and reached for the shampoo, starting to rub it into her hair.
Michelangelo? This one seemed to have a little more promise. The youngest had a crush on her, and despite of how naive he acted, she knew he was a formidable ninja. The damage he had done to the slave traffickers that had moved into the foot's territory that she was supposed to deal with proved that. If he was pushed enough, he could be a dangerous one to deal with. Add in the fact that none of the older turtles would want to hurt their little brother, he was a definite 'maybe'. She leaned back to rinse out her hair, turning her to the last one. Frowning, she shook her head.
Leonardo- definitely out. He had too much honor to try and take her from Raph. Too much pride as a leader to even think about making himself happy. It was a shame really, he would be such a powerful ally if he wasn't so good. From what Master Shredder and Karai had told her, Leonardo was one of the best strategists they had ever seen, being able to come up with a plan on the fly as things happened around them.
April leaned back into the tub, allowing her mind to continue to wander over the possibilities.
Meanwhile, Donnie was finishing heating up dinner as Leo set the table for five for the first time in five years. Even after Master Splinter had died, they kept at least five complete sets of dishes, even if they didn't match, just in case April came back. The Purple turtle made a mental note to give April a better checkup in the morning after training, so he could get an idea of how her health was and see if they had messed with her when she was captured by the clan. Continuing to stir the thick stew, he turned to Leo, who was setting the last of the bowls on the table.
"Think you could go grab the other two and April?" Donatello asked his older brother. "Dinner's about done." His brother nodded and went out to the spare room that Mikey and Raph was in.
The two had just finished putting the bed together, and Leo stopped short when he saw what blanket they had gotten for her. It had been Master Splinter's, the one she had made for him out of her father's old shirts she had kept. Looking at his two younger brothers, it was Mikey that spoke.
"I thought that maybe, since she doesn't remember too much of us, that this blanket might help her remember, you know, us." He looked up at Leo, his bight blues meeting Leo's own darker ones unflinching. "Master Splinter would have wanted her to have it." Looking back at his brother for a little bit, Leo nodded and moved to leave the room.
"Dinner's about ready. I'm getting April; you two help Don with what's left." He turned and left the other two to finish up there and move onto the kitchen, while he went to the bathroom to get April. He knocked on the door first, and when he didn't get an answer, he tested the knob and saw that it was was unlocked. Pushing it open, he stepped in the bathroom.
"April, is everything okay-" he froze when he heard her squeak in surprise and cover what she could of herself with the towel. He thought she was beautiful before but now- now she was absolutely stunning. She had lost weight in some areas, but gained muscle tone in others.
Lean arms that showed years of practice with her weapon wrapped around her slender torso, peppered with scars from training and fighting with real weapons. As his eyes moved down her body, he could only guess that her abs were as well-formed as the rest of her. The curve of her back went down to jut out, forming a pert ass that lead down to what he always liked best on a woman- her legs. Muscular and well- toned, he felt heat come into his veins as his thoughts turned to wondering just how long she would be able to-
"Leo?" he was cut from his thoughts suddenly and he turned red as he his eyes upward to April's concerned face. "You okay?" she asked, eyes studying him. Turning a darker red, he nodded, and stammered an apology.
"I'm sorry- I should have knocked louder, I didn't mean-" April smiled gently at him as she cut him off with a wave of her hand.
"It's okay Leo- I know you didn't mean it. I was thinking about something and didn't notice you knocking. What did you need?" She asked, her eyes still staring into his own. Clearing his throat, Leo remember why he had come here in the first place.
"Dinner about ready, so when you're done you can just come to the kitchen." He motioned to a rope line behind them. "You can just toss your wet stuff on that line back there." He rubbed the back of his head, heart still pounding. "Sorry again." April just shook her head.
"It's okay, I know you didn't mean it. Go on, I'll just finish getting dressed, and I'll be right in, okay?" Leo nodded and turned to leave. Stopping in the doorway, he turned back to her. "Just- remember to lock the door next time, please." April nodded in response.
"Yah, it's just been a while- used to communal bathrooms." She replied, and satisfied with her answer, he left, closing the door behind him.
As it clicked shut, a triumphant smile came across April's face. She had the one that she needed, that was for sure. And she thought he would be the least likely one. The sheer desire in his eyes said differently, and now all she had to do was put her plan into effect. Putting on the over-sized sweats he had given her, and tossed her uniform over the line as she began to set up how exactly she was going to destroy the Hamato clan.