Even on her way from Murakami's to the lair April still remembers the feeling of Karai's hand.
And she can't help, but wonder: If she still thinks of what amazing things this hand did to her, is this cheating?
She doesn't know.
All she knows is that it can't happen again. She needs to forget it.
No, she needs to erase it from her memory.
Once at the lair, she directly goes to the lab, only saying a quick greeting to Mikey and Raph who are watching TV in the pit.
And then she's in the lab, closing the door behind her and locking it.
Donnie's hunched over one of his inventions.
April doesn't know if he sees or hears her coming or not, but he doesn't flinch when she wraps her arms around his shell from behind.
"Hi," she whispers.
"Hi yourself," he replies and she knows he's smiling.
She moves her hands to his arms, grabbing them and dragging him with him when she takes a step backwards.
He lets go of his invention, looking back over his shoulder at her.
She just smiles, taking his one hand into hers and leads him over to his computer station and pushes him down on his office chair.
"April, wh…," is all he manages to say before she climbs his lap and covers his mouth with her own.
She feels him freeze for a moment, then he relaxes to her kiss.
When she breaks the kiss, he looks directly into her eyes.
"What are you doing?" he asks, letting his fingers glide through her hair.
"I guess I missed you," she replies and kisses him again, more passionately this time.
Donnie takes the chance when she needs a little break to breathe to speak up again.
"Here?" he asks, his voice insecure and confused. "It's only afternoon, and we have no bed here, and …"
April puts a finger on his mouth.
"I guess we need to improvise, then," she says. "You are good at improvising, aren't you, Donnie?"
She straddles him, and Donnie moans silently.
He leans back for a moment, taking a deep breath, but before April can slide her hand down his body, he takes control again like he always does.
He lifts her from his lap, turning her around.
April just has time to grab the table top, before it's Donnie's hand between her legs, and it feels good.
He rubs her clit just the way she likes it, and April almost lets out a loud moan. But just in time she remembers where she is and presses her lips together.
She leans forward, pressing her torso against the desk.
The heat is rising between her legs, and she knows she's getting wet.
Donnie knows it, too, because with his free hand he strips down her pants until her lower body is exposed.
She spreads her legs to give him better access, and then he's inside her, thrusting into her so very slow while his finger feverishly rubs her clit, that she has to bite down her lip to not cry out loud.
And he keeps thrusting so very slow that April thinks she's losing her mind.
She looks back at him over her shoulder.
"Please, Donnie," she says. "Please, faster."
Donnie's eyes widen for a moment.
It's not like her to tell him what to do, she knows that, but she had to.
And then he goes for a faster rhythm.
April squeezes her eyes shut. She has to bite down on her fist now or she is going to scream.
And Donnie keeps fucking her, faster, harder, his breath coming in pants now.
He only presses his finger against her clit now, and the heat between her legs reaches an unbearable level.
With his next thrust April comes, and thankfully, she's still biting down on her fist or the whole lair would have heard her.
Donnie keeps his breathtaking pace until he comes deep inside her a few moments later. He holds completely still for a moment, then gives a few more fast thrusts to ride out the pleasure.
He pulls out of her again, faster than April had wanted him to. She straightens up and pulls her pants back into place.
"I don't know … what's gotten … into you," Donnie says, still trying to catch his breath. "But I like it."
He gives April one big tooth-gapped grin, and April smiles back at him for a moment before she turns away.
"Well, I'll go greet the guys properly now," she says.
"Do that," Donnie replies. "I'll try to continue my work, but it's going to be hard."
On her way over to the door, April thinks about what she just did. What they just did.
It was good and unexpected, and she really, really liked it.
But then she remembers Karai's hand between her legs again and how different it had been to Donnie's.
She fights the urge to slap her hand against her forehead because, really, what is she thinking?