A/N: Small note – this story, and its predecessor, have so far been about exploring feelings and first kisses and small touches. So I'm just going to stick a little warning here that there's some full contact in the upcoming chapters (see what I did there?)

That is all.

April did her best to sleep upright on the couch, a mostly unsuspicious position for the three of them to rest, but after she was jerked awake a third time by her head rolling forward, she finally slid herself down and happily used one of Donnie's thighs as a pillow. She glanced back and saw that Casey, thanks to his height, had been able to shift his head to Don's shoulder where he was comfortably sleeping.

Donnie, meanwhile, was asleep with his head upright. It didn't look at all comfortable, but April figured Donnie had probably mastered sleeping in all kinds of weird positions between his late nights at his computer or taking shifts resting while out on stake-outs with his brothers.

She stared off at the opposite wall as images of their earlier night replayed in her head. The fear she'd felt that they might not be able to save Leo and Karai. The horror that came with having to watch them suffer. She thought of Donnie's fierce determination not to give up as his fingers flew over his keyboard and his eyes searched through endless code. He'd felt the same fear and horror, but he'd managed to work through it. She'd always been amazed by his ability to be so focused on a task and tonight was no exception.

And when Leo and Karai had been freed from that room, Donnie had switched right into doctor mode. Doing his best with the supplies he had to doctor not only Leo and Karai, but also Casey. She wasn't even sure the injury on Casey's neck had required stitches, but she'd smiled warmly anyway as she watched Donnie fuss over their hockey player. And at the small smile Casey had worn while he watched Donnie work.

After all that, Donnie had only requested that the two of them stay. After the horror and the worry. After the stress and the brainpower executed. All he wanted was for them to stay close. She wanted to do more for him. He was theirs to take care of, after all.

She glanced back up at his sleeping face and breathed in his unique scent. She imagined it going up her nose and curling down into her lungs, giving her the ability to carry a part of him around with her. She turned her head slightly and her lips spread out in a smile. Her head was currently planted next to his lower plastron, much closer than she'd ever had reason to be before.

When they were teenagers, she'd once asked Leonardo about the turtle's anatomy. She figured Raph wouldn't answer, she didn't want to scandalize the baby brother, and she knew it would be much too embarrassing to ask Donnie since she knew how he felt about her. Plus, she was afraid he'd pull out graphs or charts or photos. So she'd settled on Leo.

Leo's face had actually turned a funny shade of purple at the question, but she'd been curious and continued to ask him in a direct way that seemed to calm him down. Although, in the end, all she got from him was a mumbled response about a hidden pouch accessed through cartilage on their lower plastron before he escaped from her and then avidly avoided her for the next two straight weeks.

She studied what she could see of Donnie's plastron in the darkened room. With his long range defensive weapon, Donnie had very few chips or divets in his shell and his plastron had been similarly protected. Her eyes narrowed in on the cartilage between the lowest plates, which seemed slightly thicker than anywhere else and she wondered if this was the area Leo had mentioned.

She was nervous, but not entirely sure why. Another glance at Donnie's face told her he was still asleep, as was Casey. And all she was doing was looking. So why was she nervous?

Heat pooled in her belly and she had her answer. Because she wanted to do more than look. She wanted to really see. She wanted to touch. She wanted to provide comfort to the one who'd spent the entire night making sure everyone else had been comforted.

Without further thought, she leaned her head slightly forward so that she could press her tongue into the cartilage. It was soft. Softer than she was expecting compared to the hard plates of his chest. She pressed her tongue further forward until she felt the cartilage shift in order to allow her tongue to slip between it. Her head jerked back at the realization that Leo had been telling the truth before a small grin appeared on her face. She pressed forward again, more insistently this time now that she knew what to expect and heard a soft sigh escape the turtle.

She continued to lick and press her tongue forward, although she knew her neck wasn't going to allow her to stay in this position for much longer. But she ignored the slight pain as a bulge began to form below the plastron. Her eyebrow quirked as she wondered about the discomfort that had to arise from the constraint of a hard plastron. Then she was distracted again as a soft purring noise rumbled from Donnie's chest. Another lick, another purring noise. The pattern continued until finally his anatomy sprung forward and answered her question about just how much could be contained within the hidden pouch she'd found.

Donnie's eyes popped open and he jerked his head forward, not sure at first what had woken him. But the pleasant pressure at the bottom of his plastron drew his attention quickly, as did the sight of April's wide blue eyes, which appeared to be studying him.

"April," he rasped. "I didn't mean to-,"

"You didn't," she whispered quickly, moving her eyes up to his face so he could see her smile at him. "My tongue and I were exploring."

Casey's head lifted slowly from Donnie's shoulder as he heard the other two whispering. He stretched before looking at them and froze with his arms in the air when he saw Donnie out and exposed. He'd never seen any of the guys actually naked like this before and his eyes widened at the sheer size of the turtle. His eyes shifted to April as she moved herself off the couch and onto her knees on the floor in between Donnie's knees.

"You've been taking care of everyone all night. I thought maybe you could use some care as well."

Casey slowly lowered his arms as April's eyes met his. She was right, he realized. The brain had gone nonstop all night without taking any time for himself. Even Casey had goofed off a little to let off steam once he'd returned from the Foot building. His eyes moved to Donnie's face and took in the poor guy's slightly worried, unsure expression.

"D," he whispered, and waited for Donnie to turn his head toward him before he leaned forward and kissed him.

Donnie only hesitated a moment, still not sure if he was awake or not, before he responded to Casey's kiss. April's words reminded him of the events of that night and the tremor he'd felt earlier while watching Leo and Karai in that tiny room returned and began to move through his arms once again. The arm he'd had wrapped around Casey while he slept tightened while the fingers on his other hand dug into the couch cushion. He groaned at practically the same time Casey did as Casey's tongue pushed into his mouth.

Then his hips jerked forward as he felt fingers wrap around his hard length and squeeze. He pulled away from Casey's kiss to look down and found that it was Casey's fingers there. April had been watching their kiss and pressed her hands onto his legs now in order to lift herself up and meet his mouth as Casey's hand began sliding up and down.

He felt a churr rise up his throat and April pulled her mouth away at the sound.

"Does that sound mean what I think it means?"

Donnie stared back at her. He was already panting. His arms were shaking. Their kisses were incredible. And if Casey did that thing with his thumb over the tip of him one more time he was going to be finished real soon.

"If you think it means I think you're both incredible, then yes," Donnie said, his voice hoarse with want.

April smiled into their next kiss before she lowered herself back to her knees in front of him again. Casey let go of him and moved his hand to the side of Donnie's face, pulling him back towards him so he could take over kissing him again. It was just the distraction April needed to feel not as self-conscious as she leaned forward and slid her tongue up the length of him.

Donnie churred as his hips once again bucked forward. Casey moved his fingers to the back of Donnie's neck and kissed him harder, doing his best to swallow the sound. He wanted Donnie to just sink into this moment. April glanced up at them and was filled with a familiar warmth as she watched them kiss. She gripped the bottom of Donnie's length and covered the tip of him with her mouth. She'd never done anything like this before, but if that purring noise was any indicator, Donnie wasn't complaining. She let the fingers on her other hand rest on his thigh and tightened them every once in a while as she let her tongue work over him.

If he thought he was going to finish embarrassingly fast with just Casey's hand on him, it was nothing compared to the fight he could feel within himself not to come the instant April's tongue touched him. He was breathing hard through his nose as Casey kept his mouth busy and the churrs rose repeatedly up his throat. It was inevitable that he was going to finish quickly, he supposed, as her tongue swirled around the tip of him once more, leaving him gasping with a final hip jerk forward.

April pulled away quickly and rocked back on her heels, unprepared for what came next, but she kept her eyes on Donnie's face as Casey released his mouth and he was able to slump completely back into the couch cushion with a few more full body shudders and a look of complete relaxation.

Donnie panted out content sighs. The earlier stress tremors were gone. He felt weightless and blissed out happy.

"That was – that was -," he tried to whisper out a coherent thought but was having difficulty. He heard Casey chuckle next to him before the hockey player settled back into his side. April laughed softly as well as she lifted herself up and silently walked towards the bathroom.

She returned a few moments later with a glass of water for herself and towel for Donnie, which he used to clean himself up before tucking himself away. He tossed the towel on the ground and April snuggled herself back into his side.

"Goodnight, Donnie," she whispered.

"Sleep?" Donnie asked. He was exhausted, and this new boneless feeling the two of them had created within him was certainly relaxing. But he wasn't sure how he felt about the two of them taking care of him without any reciprocation.

"Yeah," Casey answered in a whisper. "Ya took care of everyone earlier. We're happy to take care of you tonight. Right, Red?"

"Right, Jones," April whispered back with a smile. She reached across Donnie's lap to take hold of one of Casey's hands and leaned up to kiss Donnie's cheek. "Now go to sleep."

Donnie settled further into the couch and was asleep before his head even reached the cushion behind him.

Donnie startled awake the next morning when he could feel a pair of eyes on him.

"Donatello," Master Splinter said from where he stood in front of the couch, his hands perched together on the top of his walking stick. "Perhaps you and your friends would like to join me in your lab for a discussion?"