Donatello lay awake that night, thoughts filling his head. Where had Hope stayed last night? Why wouldn't she want to come home? Was it because of April? Did she feel threatened? Or because she'd decided that she didn't want him after all? He was about to admit everything to her, would he ever get his chance? Where did she stay?! It was killing him. He started to drift off.

He felt an extra weight slide into his bed. Suddenly a warm, wonderful sensation on his neck. He was being kissed!

"Hope…?"

"Guess again." Said April.

Donatello shot up in bed to find April lying next to him, a seductive look on her face. She placed her hand on his plastron and gently pushed him back down.

"Shh." She comforted and continued trailing kisses down his neck.

"A-April. W-what are you doing…?"

"I'm seducing you, Donnie. Come on. You know you want it. You know you want me." She whispered, turning his head to face her and planted her lips on his.

It was what he wanted. Wanted. Past tense. Now he just felt like he was betraying Hope.

"No April, stop. Please." He begged. It felt so good though. He'd never been kissed before and he'd dreamt of this moment for years. April moved her legs to sit on top of him.

"Oh." This was getting weird. His eyes widened as she straddled him. To be perfectly honest he'd never really thought about how this would all work. He'd never thought past kissing.

She leant down and continued kissing him, her hands cradling his head. He was kissing her back, unable to stop himself, losing it a little, but it felt wrong.

"April." He breathed.

"Yes?" She smirked, grinding her hips into him.

"Oh my god… Stop!" He said firmly and grabbed her waist. "Please stop. This isn't right."

He knew her marriage had just broken down. He knew that he was an easy target for her. He knew this was just a rebound.

"April," He said, holding her head in both his hands. "April. You've been gone for a long time. You're time for this has passed. Please. Stop."

April smiled and climbed off the confused turtle. She lay on the makeshift bed on the floor and wrapped herself up in her blanket.

"And. I've moved on."

She let out a soft laugh and turned on her side to look at Donatello.

"So I can tell. Another obsession, Donnie? Do you really think it will work with her? Are you going to chase after her like a lost puppy? Like you did with me?"

"I-I… I suppose not." Said Donatello dejectedly.