Warning: This does contain adult language, themes, situations, and content.
Important information: I do not own TMNT or any other reference I make to current popular culture and/or movies, I am just a fan whose mind runs wild sometimes. The TMNT look will be that of the 2014 movie, I like that they have stylized clothing. The rest will be sort of a mash up. Like my own little multi-verse. As always, I love to hear from you. I enjoy both praise and constructive criticism.
Chapter 3
Flowers Dance while Shadows Prance
Hanna was in his arms again. Safe from the world. She loved the way he smelled, loved the way he scooped her up. It was hard not to fall for him. He was more than unique, more than anything she had ever seen in her few short years. Her heart told her to tell him everything, but her mind was a fearful place full of demons and doubts.
They were so different and yet so similar. Her mind reeled with the analytical side berating in her head like an angry kicking mule, and her heart soared into the land of possibility. She had so many questions to ask. It was the fear that made her stop. Hanna needed to decide. But was it too soon?
She glanced up at him, memorizing the contours of his strange and beautiful face. The purple against his light green skin, the line of his jaw, the shape of his eyes, the unique texture of his skin. It was soft and hard, smooth yet bumpy. She was fascinated, infatuated, and more than anything lustful. Her answer came in the form of spreading warmth radiating from her heart. Fear is only the uncertainty of the unknown. With that knowledge stirring to a life of it's own she made her choice.
He slowed down and looked at her, chuckling nervously. "Uh… what?"
Hanna reached up her hand, placing it on his face and let her fingers trail down making him stop. He looked down at her, eyes full of an untapped passion. His exhale was slow and controlled. "Yes?" The question felt like a promise of things yet to come.
"You're beautiful." Hanna's voice was just a whisper as her hand came in contact with the upper ridge of his plastron. Her fingers tracing the line between. The contrast of hard and soft, smooth and rough made her fingertips tingle. She felt her insides pulse to an unheard beat as she looked up at him.
Donatello's eyes moved forward as his breathing became ragged, his muscles tensing as her fingers tracing lines across his skin and chest area. He stopped moving as his dark eyes meet hers. He pulled her closer brushing his lips against hers, slowly at first, testing, tasting. Feeding the ember inside her, stoking it to a roaring inferno.
They were clinging and clawing at each other. Hanna knew she would never be able to get enough of him. She only hoped Donatello felt the same way.
"Alright knock it off!" Hanna and Donatello were both startled by a load booming voice. A huge hulking turtle in a mask similar to Donatello's, only his was red stood in front of them with his large arms crossed tapping his foot impatiently. "Geez I been standin here for five minutes trying to get you two to break it up!" He gave Donatello a crooked smile. "You got pink stuff all ova' ya lips." He shrugged. "Looks good Donnie." He turned and dropped down a hole in the floor snickering. His husky voice echoed off the walls. "Hey everyone liven up she's here."
Hanna looked at Donatello and the red clad turtle was right. She started giggling and took a small tissue out of her bag wiping off her lipstick. "It was supposed to be long lasting and smudge proof." He raised an eye ridge and a small smirk played on his lips. "You alright Donatello." Her soft voice pulling him out of his daze.
"I… Yeah… It's just…" He sigh shaking his head slightly. "Nobody's ever really brought a girl home. Well," He shrugged. "I guess April and Irma don't really count we never thought of them any other way than friends. It's just this is… unusual… especially for me." He lowered her slowly, lost in his own thoughts. "You want me to go down first." His voice quiet and lacking its usual color.
Hanna smiled to herself as she gasped putting a hand to her chest as she feigned shock. "Is this just a ploy to see up my skirt, honestly how big of a pervert are you. Really?" She huffed and placed her hands on her hips.
Donatello laughed softly, his shoulders visibly relaxing. "Well I wasn't thinking about that until now." He winked at her. "Maybe I should go down first."
Hanna made her eyes wide and softened her voice. "Well than maybe you should." A giggled bubbled over. "Wait. How's my lipstick?"
Donatello walked over and tilted her chin up. Taking her tissue, he carefully cleared the wayward lip color from her face. Kissing her softly when he was done. "There." He turned walking toward the camouflaged hole. He bent and pulled up, extending the ladder and locking it. He gave her a half smile as he made his way down.
…
Raphael stomped down the stairs. He had just witnessed his little geeky brother sucking face with some human girl. It pissed him off, made his stomach turn at the sight of it, and deep down in a place he would never admit was there, he was jealous. And he didn't like the feeling at all.
Mikey came running up to him. "She's here? How do I look?" He asked as he flexed his biceps.
"Don't think she'll be into ya numb nuts." He spit the words out harshly at him.
Mikey eyed him suspiciously. "What's got you in a pissy mood? I mean you're always pissed, but today it seems different."
Raphael snorted at him to cover up his shock. Mikey was the last person he thought would see through him. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He growled at him.
Mikey put his hands up in a show of surrender. "Nothin bro nothing." And then his eyes focused on the ladder.
Raphael turned to see Donnie looking up the chicks skirt as they made their way down the ladder. As he stepped down, when she got closer his brothers' hands went to her waist and lifted her down slowly. He'd never seen Donnie act like this. It was another thing that disturbed Raphael.
"Dude she's hot." Mikey whispered eyeing her up and down. "I think I have to adjust my shell."
She looked like a fucking Disney princess walking around her eyes all wide and shit. "Shut it Mikey." He said as she turned and smiled up at Donnie putting her hand gently on his plastron. It looked like he lost himself in that one simple movement of hers. Raphael felt that burning fire start to burn though his chest.
"I want one." Mikey said excitedly.
Raphael smacked his brother on the back of his head harder than he intended. His little brother looked up at him and backed away. He could only imagine what he saw in his eyes. Raphael could only hope that the Master wouldn't let this fly for long. He needed to hit something. Hard.
Raphael stalked over to his punching bag on the other side of the room. Head low as his eyes moved in a predatory fashion. The first strike always felt good as he pulled his fist up and let it fly. 1, 2, 3, switch, 1, 2, 3, switch, 1, 2, 1, 2, 1, 2, 3, duck, 1, 2, 3, duck. He continued this brutal pace long after the sweat started to trickle down his face and along his sides.
While he was punching he heard Master come out, the chick squealed in fear and Raphael smirked. 'Fuckin knew she wouldn't be able to handle it.' The soft words coming from Donnie made his blood boil over and the shutting of Splinters door made him glance over.
He paused for a moment. Donnie was staring anxiously at the door as Mikey pulled him over to the couch rapidly fired off questions. 'Huh, she went in the old rats' hole. Shouldn't take long now.' Raphael smirked as he went back to beating his bag. He felt a little lighter. 'Why? Why do I want this chick to run?' He vaguely wondered. 'Donnie seemed happy. She seemed to accept him. Shell and all.' The fire of anger slowly started to turn into a new emotion, pain. 'Neaveh.' That name caused his hand to skip off the bag.
Raphael had meet her in October, close to Halloween. It was one of the only times he walked openly among the humans. He had started just wanting to blow off some steam. Finding costume only clubs, or going out at certain times of the year that he could openly walk and the humans would think he just had a badass costume on. He even had a couple drunk chicks bring him home to fuck.
But Neaveh was different. Tall, dark skinned, curly hair that bounced when she laughed. She was cool and funny. Even into some of the same things he was. She was a parkour runner and love boxing. They had meet up a couple of times. They'd even had sex. He never thought of that as fucking, or love making, all he knew is that it was different with her.
She asked one day to show her his real face and he came clean. Neaveh freaked out. She threw things, cussed at him, and then lost her shit when she realized she had been having sex with a giant mutant turtle. Raphael was forced to leave when he heard sirens outside. He watched them put her into the back of an ambulance strapped down, mental break. It hit him hard.
Raphael hugged the bag, his breath ragged. He never said anything to his brothers. Never let on to what he had done. Whenever he felt that need in him, he just went to a bar picked up a drunk chick, fucked her good, left and then never went to that bar again.
He walked over to towel himself off and walked back over to Donnie who was a ball of nerves. 'Maybe he'd get it right.' Raphael thought, hoped. 'Out of all of us, he needs it more.' Would he ever say that to his brother? Hell no!
Everyone's head turned as they heard feet on the ladder rungs. They all moved quickly to see Leo talking to some chick.
"A fucking 'nother one?" Raphael yelled making them all jump.
…
Leonardo stared at Raph, his outburst was unusual. Although he always had the look of a charging rhino, it made Leonardo wonder about where the anger rose from. He made a step in front of Jay who, despite his effort, side stepped with him.
"So I guess Hanna is here." She smirked up at him.
Leonardo smiled and shrugged. "Guess so." He liked Jay. And he liked her strength. She had a few moments of losing it over the night's events but all in all she was keeping it together well. Even talking to him and letting him comfort her. It was nice. He was happy that he spent all that time listening to April and Irma. All those talks helped him with her. "Well, welcome to our home. What do you think?"
"Doesn't smell as bad I thought it would." She shrugged back.
"She's hot too." Mikey whispered to Donnie. "She has a hot friend, so awesome."
Donnie rolled his eyes and walked up the stairs toward Jay holding out his hand. "Hi, I'm Donatello, or Donnie, or Don, whatever you like. You're Hanna's friend."
Jay raised an eyebrow but took his hand. "Oh so your Hanna's new stalker."
Leonardo could see Donnie blush. He stuttered. "Well I… you know… she asked for help and…"
Jay laughed and smacked the back of hand startling Donnie. "You're cool man. As long as you're good at what you do, right?" She eyed him and he blinked rapidly.
Leonardo sighed clapping Donnie on the back in a bro hug. "Course he's good at what he does. This turtle is a genius."
Jay nodded her head. "OK Leo, we'll see." She said as she released Donnie's three fingered hand moving past them and down the stairs. Looking at all the detail of the lair. She stopped at one of the mosaics. "Wow, you don't see stuff like this anymore." She whispered as her fingers brushing the dust off studying the details. "Would you mind if I came down her and took some pictures of these and the architecture."
Leonardo walked down. "Uh, that'll have to be a no." She looked a little disappointed. "We have enemies."
Jay raised that eyebrow of hers skeptically and nodded as Donnie stepped in. "You see if photos of our home ever get out anyone could trace them back to here with old survey records and such, and since we are as unique as we are, we are worried about the Foot or the Purple Dragons, even genetic scientist, can find us. It's a security risk."
"Yeah, so keep ya camera to ya'self." Raph snapped at her. "What are ya a fucking art student?" He chuckled at his own joke.
"Actually, yes, I am an art student." Jay shot back at him, Raph's eyes narrowed at her. "And I respect your decision and will keep your secret." She added directing that to Leonardo then turning to Donnie. "Honestly Don, no was enough for me. Geez you're as bad as Hanna with the over explaining." Donnie laughed nervously as she crossed her arms. "So what's next?"
Mikey took this as his cue. "Hi, I'm Mikey. You like video games?"
Jay shrugged. "Sure, why not." She allowed Mikey to drag her to the TV, he tossed her a controller and started a stream of steady conversation.
Raph sneered at Leonardo. "So fearless, this is ya plan. Letting human females just waltz in?"
Leonardo sighed. "No Raph, she was in trouble and she is Hanna's friend. Don asked me to keep an eye on her so I did. End of story."
Donnie push his glasses up. "So she was in trouble?"
"Was and more than likely still is." Leonardo gave a quick rundown of what happened. "So I told her she could come here for a while if she liked." He eyed Raph. "So let's play nice."
"Quit tellin' me what to do Leo!" Raph growled stepped up to him sneering.
"Then quit needing to be told." He eyed his brother, preparing himself for a fight.
Raph cracked his neck. "I need some air." He stomped off. "Gotta feelin this is gonna end bad." He said quietly as he made his way up the ladder slamming the exit closed.
It struck Leonardo as odd that his brother said that. Sure Raph got angry, quickly, and shot off at the mouth. He just seemed different about this. He filed it away to be brought up later.
Donnie was watching Raph as well. "What do you think he means by that?"
"No idea." Answered grimly.
"Does he seem … I don't know… off to you?" Donnie looked over at him. He was a few inches taller than Leonardo and leaner.
"Yep." He looked back at Donnie. "Where's your girl?"
"Still in with Splinter." Donnie nervously glanced back at Splinters car.
Leonardo chuckled. "She'll be ok. But I do need to talk to you about Jay." Donnie eyed the car one more time before turning his attention back to Leonard. "I found her in a sex club." Donnie listened intently as Leonardo proceeded to relay the story skimming over some of the more delicate details. "So what do you think?"
"Hmm," Donnie put his hand to his chin. "Well I can see what I can do one my end, but I would like to ask Hanna how she would like to handle it as well."
"So what's up with you two?" Leonardo couldn't help the smile that spread over his face.
Donnie smiled shyly, dropping his voice. "I really like her, and she seems to like me." He looked at the subway car again. "It's the other things that have me worried."
"What other things?" Leonardo asked as he felt his face growing stern.
"Uh," Donnie shifted from foot to foot. "It's a little embarrassing to talk about Leo."
Leonardo felt his face glow as he realized what Donnie was worried about. He cleared his throat. "Well I'm sure you two can figure that out in time."
Donnie nodded and let out a long sigh. "I hope you're right."
"How long has she been with Sensei?" Leonardo asked crossing his arms.
"Feels like forever." Donatello looked at his watch. The amount of stuff he had on him amazed Leonardo at times. "It's been over 30 minutes."
"Well might as well go and watch Mickey and Jay." He led his brother over to the living room area. Jay was holding her own playing Halo while Mikey was chatting on about the game. It was an interesting and entertaining back and forth dialog to say the least.
Leonardo glanced at her face. He had noted that she had tried to cover the ever growing bruise on her face with some make-up. But you could still see the damage to her pretty face. Leonardo shook his head. 'No thoughts like that, Leo, keep it together.'
"Die! You alien scumbag!" Mikey shouted as Jay laughed.
The door to Master Splinter's room finally opened and he and Hanna walked out smiling and laughing. "I love Japanese food. I can rarely get anyone else to eat it with me." She touched Sensei's arm and gushed excitedly. "Oh, oh, I would love to bring some here with me some time. We could have a little picnic."
"I would very much enjoy that my child." Sensei said laughing as much as she was. "It was a joy to speak to such a bright young women." He looked over at a nervous Donnie and gave a slight nod. "But I will now give you back over to my son who seems anxious to be with you."
Hanna nodded and gave Master a hug. "I look forward to talking to you again Master Splinter."
He chuckled. "As do I." He pulled back and clasped his hands behind his back. "Now, I have a show to watch. This DRV really is convenient." He turned and slide the door back behind him.
Leonardo watched Donnie pull Hanna into his arms. He was a different person around her. Leonardo suddenly got very embarrassed watching them. The way they touched one another, the way they looked at each other. He had to look away.
"Jay." Hanna's sweet voice filled his home. "You're here."
"Yeah." Jay said as she kept staring at the game.
"Jay." Hanna said so sternly that it surprised him. He looked at Jay who went still. "You're here. Are you going to tell me what happened?"
Jay looked at Mikey who jumped up. "Who's hungry? I'm going to make some pizza. I'll be in the kitchen." She slowly turned and looked at Hanna.
"Oh no." Hanna's eye filled with tears as she saw her friends face. "Jay please talk to me this has been going on long enough. I have tried to respect your privacy, but you're coming home black and blue and I'm supposed to be your friend and were supposed to be able to tell each other anything."
Jay sighed. "I got in over my head." She shrugged. "Thanks for sending someone after me."
Leonardo saw Hanna's eyes twitch and her back straighten. "Jay that is not an explanation." Her voice was so hard. "Please talk to me."
Jay jumped up and started shouting. "What the fuck do you want me to say to little miss perfect? I had to take a job to pay for school something you wouldn't understand."
The look on Hanna's face made Leonardo move out of the way quickly. He had no idea anyone else could give a look like the master but she hit it dead on. Her next words were soft and terrifying. "Jay, you explain to me right now why half your face is black. And you will give me a satisfactory answer."
Jay hesitated like an animal sensing danger. "I got caught up in an escort service it's no big deal." She shrugged and balled her fist.
"You were tuting!" Hanna screeched loud enough to make Leonardo and Donnie jump back and cover their ear holes. "What on god's green earth were you fucking thinking Jaylynn Marie?" Jay's jaw dropped as her smaller friend walked towards her still screaming. "Have you fucking lost your mind? That has to be it! You have lost you damn mind! That's the only thing I can think that makes any fucking sense! And you have the nerve to fucking shout at me! ME! After… I… grrrrr… you… mmmmm… What the hell Jay!" She huffed, hands to her side, eyes close. Everyone waited. Her next words were calm and laced with an unknown threat. "Tomorrow a few things will happen whether you like it or not. You will move in with me, you will see Dr. Harris my psychologist, you will see Dr. Hindly my gyno, and you will start talking to me… because… if… you… don't…" She let her words hang as she turned. "Where is the bathroom?" Leonardo and Donnie both pointed to the doors on the other side of the dojo. She walked calmly away. As the door swung closed Jay finally relaxed.
"She only cusses when she's really, really mad." Jay looked at Donnie. "So when she does, just give in and do whatever she wants. I forget what her mean face looks like because she's usually pretty sweet and easy going."
Donnie slowly nodded. "Uhm, what's tuting?"
Jay laughed. "It's what she calls prostituting." She rolled her eyes. "She has issues with some words and won't say them or says other things for them." She sigh. "She says dirty words don't belong in a ladies mouth, but she can't lie to me I've seen her porn collection." Jay winked at Donnie and left to go to the kitchen.
"Leo."
"Yes Donnie."
"What just happened?" Donnie's eyes were big.
"I'm not quite sure Donnie." Leonardo looked at his brother. "But good luck."
They both turned at the sound of a sliding door. Master Splinter stepped towards them chuckling. "Well things have surely taken an interesting turn haven't they?"
"You heard?" They both asked at the same time.
Splinter chuckled again. "How could I not. She does have a bright spirit, does she not my son?"
"Yes." Donnie looked toward the bathroom. "She does."
Splinter touched his arm. "She is strong and so are you. You complement each other better than you think. Where you are fearful she is not, where she is fearful you are not. It will be fine my son." With that Splinter headed to the kitchen.
…
Michelangelo was hiding in the kitchen when the bomb went off. He could hear Donnie's little chica ripping into Jay. He was so glade he left as he worked the pizza dough out and around. He stopped when an eerie silence came from the living room. He poked his head out and saw a horrifying sight. Donnie's chick with a Splinter look.
He dove back into the kitchen, heart pounding. Their father only gave them that look when they really messed up. He didn't know the details of what happened and he prayed that he would never be on the receiving end of her anger. He laughed to himself 'He never knew bombs could be so pretty.'
Jay walked into the kitchen a few minutes later. "Need any help?"
Michelangelo chuckled. "Hiding in the kitchen?"
"Just following your lead." Jay laughed. "Ok Chef Mickey, what we got goin on?"
He laughed again. "You can cut those veggies for me while I work the second piece of dough."
She saluted him. "Yes sir."
A warm feeling spread through his chest. He liked that she said that like it was the most normal thing ever. Michelangelo couldn't help but watch her move. She had long thin limbs that made everything she did look exaggerated and graceful. It didn't hurt that she was pretty. Donnie's chick was pretty too, but they were both so different. Jay was tall, lean, with short straight blonde hair. Hanna was short, thicker, with dark curly hair. He wondered how they ever became friends.
"What?" Jay asked, not looking up from her task.
"Nothing. Just wondering how you two became friends." The door to the kitchen open and Splinter walked in and went to the fridge.
"Well, she was volunteering at one of the shelters I was staying at." She started cutting the green peppers. "We started talking. We're not that different, actually. She's just quieter about certain things." Splinter had gotten a glass of tea and sat himself at the table. Listening. Jay looked up and stared. "A mouse?"
Michelangelo snorted. "No chica, that's Splinter. Our dad. And he's a rat not a mouse."
Jay processed this new information. "Dad. Makes a strange sort of sense actually." She went back to cutting. "She helped me get back into school and get out on my own. Guess she's helping me again."
"Not so bad." Michelangelo said as he spread the sauce. "Least you know she loves you."
Leo walked in like Splinter he grabbed a glass of tea and sat down opposite of him and took a long drink. "That got intense."
"Don with her?" Michelangelo asked as he and Jay sprinkled the cheese.
"Yeah." Leo glanced at Splinter and back at him. "Like I said it got… intense."
Jay laughed. "She's actually pretty mellow. You just caught her at the wrong time."
"Uh," Leo looked at the door, cocking his head to one side. "Yeah well, uh, never mind."
A soft giggling came from the other side of the door. Michelangelo and Leo looked at each other, about a minute later they both heard the soft click of a door shutting. Splinter finally stood up. "Well I better get back to my show, Carrie is moving to Paris. It was a pleasure meeting you Jaylynn Marie." Jay's eyes went wide and Splinter chuckled as he walked out the door.
Michelangelo put some leftover bacon on one of the pizzas and started slicing some peperoni. "Don't look so shocked, he does that to us too and were ninjas."
Jay's pretty grey eye's landed on him. "You do know that the plural of ninja is ninja… right?"
Leo spit his drink across the table coughing and laughing. "That's only in Japan, here its fine." He wiped his mouth off and cleared his throat.
Michelangelo was laughing too, but only because Leo had lost his drink. "I thought Leo was the only grammar Nazi." He put the pies in the oven and set the timer. "OK little lady, you up for a round of black ops?"
She laughed. "Sure, why not."
"Leo?" Michelangelo wiggled his eye ridges.
Leo finished his glass and put it in the sink. "Alright Mikey I'll play too."
"Far out." Michelangelo grabbed Jays hand and pulled her to the couch. Hopefully the sound of gun fire would drowned out some of the noises coming from Donnie's room.
…
Donatello was talking to Leo when Hanna finally came out of the bathroom. She walked over to them slowly. "Talk to you later bro." Leo turned and retreated to the kitchen.
Hanna gave Donatello a nervous smile. "I'm sorry."
"It's not a problem." He lied.
"No?" She looked at him closely. "I kinda went crazy and disturbed the peace in your home. I broke my own rule."
Donatello felt his head pull to one side. "What?"
"My rules of conduct." Hanna put her hands behind her back. "I have certain rules I follow every day. Helps me stay straight."
Donatello chuckled. "You did scare me a little." He confessed. "But it's only because you reminded me of Sensei a little." Hanna giggled, placing both hands to her face. "So this is your rules and not you? Who are you then?"
She rolled her eyes. "Everyone has a code they live by whether they know it or not Donatello." She slid her hand up his arm. "You have rules, a way of being. Don't you?"
"Well yes but…" He motioned with his arm down his body. "I'm really different. You're human."
Hanna giggled again. It was a sweet and happy sound, she blew out a breath. "Donatello." She shook her head. "I'm sorry I lost it. Jay has a way of doing that to me. She just takes everything on herself. It's frustrating because I know I can help her if she lets me."
Donatello pulled her close. "Yeah but it doesn't sound like you're giving her a choice now does it."
She smile up sweetly. "Well no, not now, obviously."
"Are you always so demanding?" He placed a hand on her shoulder, running it down her back. Feeling the change in her skin texture from smooth to the raised lines of her tattoo.
"No." He watched as her eyes fluttered. "But I do have ways of getting what I want."
"Like?" His voice dropped.
She was breathing heavy. "Like, I tell you. Very nicely. What I need or want."
"And right now?" Donatello pressed hips lips to her neck.
"You and a private room." She whispered as her hands made their way up his arms.
"As you wish." He said as he smiled nuzzling her neck.
She giggled now, louder than before. "Princess Bride, huh? Oh baby, you do know how to talk nerdy to me."
"Yep." He threw her over his shoulder and she squeaked as he took the stairs two at a time. Donatello ran to his room as she giggled. He pushed open the door and gently laid her on the bed as he shut his door quietly. He turned, their eyes meeting. He slowly took off the gear on his arms, her eyes taking in movement he did.
It felt good in a strange way. He knew she wasn't judging him. She was just enjoying him, enjoying them and reveling in the moment. Hanna stood up, her eyes dark and seductive, unzipping her dress. She laid it across his desk chair. His breath caught in his throat. She was wearing a black satin strapless bra, a lace garter, black lace panties, and stockings. The tail of the peacock swooped down her left leg and petals fell to her knee.
She was beautiful. All soft curves and sweetness. Hanna started to unhook the stockings when he cleared his throat. "Leave them on please." Donatello was surprised how husky his voice had gotten. As Donatello move closer to her he continued undoing more straps and equipment. Placing the more delicate instruments on his desk. Sitting down next to her he undid his leg equipment and shoes. The very last thing he removed were his glasses and his bandana putting them on his night table.
He turned to her placing a hand on her leg moving it up cupping her breast and squeezing. A soft moan escaped her lips. Donatello could feel his excitement growing. As he pushed her back onto his bed. He pulled down her bra, releasing her nice firm breasts. He let his tongue trail around her nipple, her hands squeezed his shoulders and moaned again. Taking that as a good sign he continued kissing and sucking.
She softly pushed at his shoulders, wanting him to go further south. Donatello took his time getting there. Massaging, licking, and kissing, touching every inch her milky white skin. He noticed the contrast of skin tone, his on hers. He could feel the frown forming as the doubts started to cloud his mind.
Donatello felt her white hand on his green one. A small tug. Another one. "Donatello look at me." His dark eyes meet with hers. "Come up here." She moved over as he made his way back up to her. "What's wrong?" She laid her head on his arm as she stroked his plastron, he squeezed her hip.
"I… I… I've never… ya know." Donatello felt a little foolish.
He felt her hand on his. "OK, we can go slower than." She nudged his face with her nose. "I still want your dick in my mouth."
Donatello's eyes went wide as he watched her lick her lips. "Uh…" She moved his hand down sliding it under her panties as she moved her leg over his. He felt the heat from her as she let him push his finger into her. She bite her lip and her hips moved slightly.
Her pussy was wet. Every movement he made, the little muscles clinched around him. "We just need to find our rhythm." She said in a breathy voice as one hand moved behind his head as her other came to rest on his plastron. She let him move on his own. Exploring the new world she had opened up for him.
He went deep and slow at first. Watching her reaction. He found one spot that made her jump and moan loudly. He did it again taking his finger and making small circles as he pushed her back to the mattress. She moaned louder her hips rolling with his movements. He felt his dick slide out as he began to pant loudly, a chur rumbled up as he felt her muscles clamp down on his finger, a flood of wetness followed by a muscle spasm and an overwhelming smell of her sex.
She was panting along with him. He needed to be in her. His dick was out fully and throbbing. Donatello pulled her panties down with little protest. He spread her legs and pushed himself slowly into to her. A warm feeling spread through his body as another churring sound escaped his lips. Hanna gasped under him.
"Wow." Her hands palmed his plastron.
"Is it wrong? Is everything OK?" Donatello asked in his haze.
"Yeah. You're just… really big." She relaxed around him, sighing. "I didn't expect you to be so… big."
Donatello chirped softly as he positioned himself over her. "Tell me if I hurt you." He was vaguely aware of what he said as his hips began to move on his own. Taking up the same rhythm he used as when his finger was inside. Slow and deep.
Her smell filled him. Satisfying a place deep inside him as he moved in and out of her. The sounds of their love making filled his ears and vibrated inside him. He heard a faint "Oh god." As his hips rolled around. Her muscles clamped onto his dick this time, making it jump, he wasn't even aware he quickened his pace as the wetness washed over him. He was sliding in and out of her more easily as her cries continued to become louder. Something broke inside him as a flood of feeling and emotion washed over him, he felt all of it pour into her as she arched back. A noise ripped from his throat as he pushed forward and then dropped to his elbows, his face seeking the crook of her neck.
Her arms pulled him closer. They took a moment to just lay there as their breath started to return to normal. His dick softened and receded as he kissed her neck and mouth. Hanna lazily returned them. Looking down he had to ask. "Was that alright?"
She let out a short laugh. "Better than alright." Hanna sighed into him as she wrapped her arms around him. "I was just going to go with foreplay for a bit until you got comfortable with the idea." She kissed him deep and slow.
Donatello pulled away. "I was too, I don't know what came over me." He almost lost complete control of himself. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.
Hanna lifted an eyebrow. "What's wrong?"
Donatello sat up. Looking down at her he suddenly became so scared. Scared about how he felt about this small women staring up at him with the largest eyes he'd ever seen. They were full of concern, of hope, and maybe full of love. How could he express all the emotions he was feeling for her without scaring her. He reached over for his glasses.
"Donatello please just talk to me." She scooted next to him. "If we don't talk we won't know anything." She wrapped both arms around his laying her head on his shoulder. "It felt wonderful, and scary, and intense, and… and… it felt like you were making love to me. I've never had it like this, like you." She kissed his bicep, holding tightly to him.
"I know." He said finally. "I felt the same for me." He pulled her into his lap and wrapped his arms around her, engulfing her. Her scent was everywhere around him. He felt her everywhere. He didn't know how long they stayed there, holding each other. A small knock broke the spell.
"Hey, if you two are hungry I made pizza." It was Mikey. Donatello heard him walk away and down the stairs.
"You hungy?" He kissed her chest, right at her heart.
Hanna giggled. "Not anymore." She kissed the top of his head. "But I could go for some pizza."
Donatello chuckled. "And you say I'm the perv."
Hanna shrugged innocently. "Like attracts like I guess."
Donatello grinned. "I guess so." They quickly dressed. Hanna helped him put some of his gear back on and he zipped up her dress. He had wondered if couples really did things like this. Seeing it in some movies and TV shows was one thing but he never thought it could be like this.
She checked her hair in his small mirror and groaned. "I'm such a hot mess right now."
Donatello came up behind her pulling her back against his plastron. "Yes you are."
She turned smiling at him. "You think they'll know."
"Yes." It was a most defiant that everyone knew. He could tell by the way Mikey knocked. Mikey never knocked.
"Oh well, that makes me feel a little more comfortable." She said casually as she fluffed her rebellious hair.
"Really? Cause I was kind of dreading going down there." Donatello's stomach flipped at the thought of his brothers knowing exactly what he'd done. If not exactly then a pretty good guess.
Hanna sighed. "That was sarcasm lover." She turned putting her hands on his plastron. "I'm as nervous as you are."
He bent and gave her a soft kiss, rubbing her arms gently. "Lover." Donatello smiled. That one word fill him with a strange sort of happiness he had never know. "Well, can't hide in here forever. I mean I do live with them." He kissed her again, putting her hand in his and they made their way down.