AU FART--- DONNIE

[aristastarfyr]

Donatello most certainly was not oblivious to what was happening around him, he simply chose to ignore it. It wasn't any of his business who was sleeping where or doing what in which bedroom. And it seemed nothing short of a miracle that they all managed to figure out the structure of a polyamorous relationship. (Clearly, Wren was in charge of the whole thing.) For the most part, his brothers were fairly discreet. He was certain much of it was due to respecting their father. He did catch faint whiffs here and there but the trespass was easily forgiven since it was towards the bathroom that he managed to find the scent of their couplings.

And they all seemed pretty happy together. At least he noticed that there was a little less squabbling. Donnie was actually happy for his brothers and Wren since they all seemed to be enjoying the newfound closeness. Love was rare enough to find with one other person, much less several others. Don was still of the belief that he wouldn't have another to call his own, en group or otherwise. He was pretty much convinced that if he wanted to experience intimacy, he could have it hands down. But a true, loving relationship? It was all a farce, wasn't it? Media and even the first human girl they ever met prized monogamy over anything else, regardless that turtles were most certainly not. And if Donnie claimed that monogamy was the epitome of humanity, then he was certain that falling to lesser sexual deviancy meant that his brain was as animalistic as his brothers. Not necessarily a bad thing, he was quick to correct himself- just...not as evolved.

No, he was above such trivial things! And because of that, he could continue working on logistics and making certain his family was safe, comfortable, and could have the luxury of doing...other things. Donatello had no time for frivolity. There was the faulty generator to fix, the Shell-raiser to upgrade, Michelangelo's controller to repair and the damned toaster that kept breaking when Leo walked by it! But in order to do all of those things, he needed to take a long overdue trip to the junkyard. And while his family all enjoyed the luxuries that Donnie was able to provide them with, helping out with the grunt work was not the high point of their evening.

"Hey, I have to make a trip topside," he started over the dings and rings of the pinball machine, the static noise of the TV and Mikey's singing to his music. Michelangelo's eyes perked up as did Raphael's tail at the offer of adventure, "-to the junkyard for some parts," he continued, seeing how Mikey's eyes quickly darted away and he sang louder as did Raph's tail disappear under his shell. "I could use the extra hands, you know. It's not like all of this works on fairy dust and magic charms!"

"But what if it does, D?" Mikey stressed, easily sliding away from Don's half hearted grab. "All of this is just an illusion."

"Gotta keep beating Mikey's high score," Raph grunted, not bothering to turn away from the pin ball machine.

"Can't it wait?" Donnie begged, hoping he could convince the strongest turtle to come. "The upgrades I need to do on the Shell-Raiser has been postponed for three months now! It needs to be done before I have to decommission it and start a complete overhaul!"

"Go ask Leo," Raph grunted, still not looking back towards Don.

"He's meditating," Donnie sighed dramatically, including 'air quotes' with a full on eye roll. He hadn't seen Wren or Leo for a while and he could only surmise that the meditating was the usual euphonism for--

"I'll come with you!" Wren offered brightly from the kitchen area. Oh. She wasn't with Leo?

"Thank you, Wren, but this might be too much for you," Don responded, thinking he was appearing to be grateful for the offer. He didn't catch the nasally quality of his tone. "It's a lot of back breaking work, hauling this stuff back home."

"Are you pulling an entire engine or something?" She looked up at him with wide eyes.

"No, but it's not going to be an easy haul--"

"That's fine. I'll go get my bag." She started off for her room but was quickly interrupted. Why the hell was the one person he did not want coming with him was so eager to do just that? Why couldn't his own brothers take a page out of her book? Why couldn't Donnie convince her that she was better off staying home?!

"You have work tomorrow!"

She stopped, looking back to Donnie. "No I don't. I have the day off so I can sleep in. So let's go!"

"But what if we get ambushed?"

That made Raphael pause and actually look up at his brother. Then he eyed Wren who carried a look of determination on her face.

"You'll be there to protect me," she responded evenly, ignoring Raph's glance. "Besides, if the risk of getting caught is so strong, you need an extra pair of eyes to watch out for you."

"Me?!" the turtle sputtered, looking affronted by her declaration.

"Yes! Have you seen yourself when you're so focused the rest of the world just... disappears?"

"I don't do that."

Two more pairs of eyes shifted to stare at Donnie. It was Raphael who gave voice to the thought. "Really, Don? Ya wanna go there?"

"I have my knife," Wren stated proudly. "And I got the tool kit. Quit wasting time, D. We have some stuff to scavenge!" Wren was tugging on his hand by then, working on slowly dragging Donnie away.

With the tinny sound of Mikey's earphones playing, the youngest looked towards the elder turtle. "Think they're gonna be okay?"

"I'm giving them an hour to get settled before I'll go check on them," Raph answered as he turned back to the machine.

"Aww, that's cute, Raph!" Mikey sauntered up to the pinball machine to place his elbows on it and cup his chin in his hands. "Letting them go out on their first date alone~ sort of."

Raph razzed his brother a bit. "Ya think goin' to the junk yard is showin' a girl a good time?"

"Hey, it's something! Not like we can take Wren anywhere else, you know?"

That statement made Raph fall silent as he focused more on his game.






Donnie was grateful for the help but he would much rather have one of his brothers help him and not this tiny slip of a girl! She was going to get hurt, get buried by some mountain of garbage or even worse? Raphael was going to find out and then kill him! She seemed so bright eyed and eager to come with him and didn't complain when he started taking his usual route. It was only when he heard her gasp and he swung back without thinking to catch her before she fell that he realized he needed to pick the safer, less death defying route to get to the junk yard. "Thank you," she had murmured, taking a moment to lean on him to gather her bearings before pulling away and continuing the trek on her own two feet. Not one complaint from her. Like April, he thought.

Once at the junk yard his thoughts moved onto the amazing things humans always threw out. The place was a treasure trove of broken stuff that he could fix! He kept one eye out for Wren who never strayed far from his side and the other eye on the piles of junk they walked past, Ooohing and Aaahing over things he saw that his brain immediately knew what he could do with. Soon enough he was telling Wren what one piece was for and another was for in his excited science babble that she only understood three quarters of. As soon as his attention went onto something else, Wren would pick up the pieces of things Donnie had so mournfully sacrificed in leiu of 'more important things,' stuffing them in her duffel in the process. Eventually they had to pick out the items that Donnie really needed for the Shellraiser and other things he needed to fix around the lair. She added her own suggestions to the conversation as a simple means to keep his brain going on the right track. When it was hopelessly late and he knew that Wren's bag was over full it was time to go. Yet she didn't complain and her eyes always lit up when he started babbling about another trinket that caught his attention. Sadly, even Don knew it was time to head home.

Until he started hearing noises that weren't a part of the junk yard. He froze, lifting his hand up to make certain Wren remained quiet and then zipped into hiding. Wren scrambled as well, using her duffel as camoflage while the voices of rowdy men came towards them. There was talk of their recent mugging and how successful they were. Don and Wren were separated by mounds of garbage but she could still see the turtle. Her eyes were on him as the voices came closer. She saw the look of concentration on his face and how his eyes had 'white out' as he listened to their footfalls. Ever so slowly he reached behind him to touch his bo-staff and then suddenly Wren yelped as her pile of trash became unstable, tumbling down upon her in the process. It was all the thugs needed to hear before the rushed over to descend upon her, hooting about their good fortune. Just as one thug scruffed Wren by her shirt to pull her out of the garbage she lunged with a growl, her pocket knife slashing the guy's forearm. He dropped her immediately, howling as the others rushed her to get the weapon out of her hands.

"What do we have here? Looks like a little sweet tart in this rubbish."

Wren felt her wrist catch and then bend, forcing her to drop the knife. That was as far as he got with her because the next moment had him eating wood. The movements were too fast paced to follow but she remained where she fell as Donatello made certain the others kept a wide berth around her. It seemed like a few seconds and an eternity had passed when it was finally done and Wren watched Don as he scanned the downed men. His eyes descended upon Wren and he extended his hand towards her. "Time to go."

"Our bags."

"We can get them later--"

"No! We need them. You need them."

"They're replaceable. You aren't." He startled himself with those words, eyes widening as he stared at her.

"They're out cold. Two seconds and you won't have to worry about fixing things," she had to stretch to tug on her duffel to pull it over her head. Following his tug again she started to move, keeping her injured wrist to her chest.

"Two seconds more and I'll have Raph breathing down my neck because I let you get hurt." He continued to tug Wren along, still peeved at himself for letting her get hurt. It wasn't until they were in the sewers that Donatello slowed down and finally demanded to see her wrist. She gave him the injured limb silently, looking at her other hand as he manipulated the joint to see how badly damaged it was. "A bad sprain," he concluded, taking off his mask to wrap her wrist. "We'll ice it and then keep it immobile for a while. You'll be fine for work the day after, I think." He looked up, noting her expression hadn't changed. "Wren? Wren, look, I'm sorry I wasn't moving fast enough."

"I'm not upset about my wrist," she muttered, glancing up a bit at the turtle.

"What are you upset about?"

"You're only worried that Raph will react because I got hurt. You're not worried that I am hurt."

He missed the social cues she gave, was oblivious to the injured tone in her voice. He looked completely confused with what she was trying to say. "Well, have you seen how Raphael acts when you get a scratch or a bruise?"

Wren looked up, disbelief very clear on her face. "Thank you for treating my wrist, Donatello. It's past my bedtime." Without another word she rose, struggled with her bag and then started walking home. She didn't bother looking back to Donnie as she lugged her overly heavy bag to the lair. Once in her room, she eased the bag off her shoulders and sat heavily on her bed, rubbing her face with her good hand.

"What the hell happened?" Raph had been waiting for her on the bed. "I checked on ya two and you were fine."

"Got jumped at the end when we were getting ready to go." She felt Raph gingerly take in her injured wrist. "It's only sprained."

"Are ya all right?"

"I'm fine, Raph."

"Wren." He could tell she was not fine. Her shoulders were stiff and she didn't look at him. "Wrennah."

"He was more scared of you being angry than the actual injury!" Tears finally fell from her face. "I just don't get it!"

Raph sighed as she burrowed into his side, tucking her injured hand closer to her. "He does care. It's just a little hard to muddle through that brain of his. You've got a battle on your hands." He shifted when Wren moved, looking into her eyes. "I bet he was terrified that you were hurt. He's our doctor. Just because he's worried about me giving 'im a poundin' doesn't mean he's not worried about you." She didn't say anything to respond so Raph continued. "He's thinking about so much all at once, all the time that he just...misses things. You've seen him forget to eat and doesn't sleep for days." Slowly the girl nodded and Raphael snuggled her more into his plastron. "I wouldn't doubt he can't turn off his head to be able to do the things his body needs to do."

There was a silence between them as Wren relaxed in his arms, thinking about what he said. "I've been a jerk, haven't I?"

"Well, working without all the information you needed makes you look like that." Raphael leaned back more against the bed frame. "A ninja knows when to gather all the intell and then decide what to do with it."

"And as Leo is quick to point out, I'm no where close to being ninja material."

Raph paused for a moment, then shrugged slightly. "Doesn't mean you can't follow some of the Bushido."

"Which is actually Samurai." She looked up into Raphael's contemplative face.

"Don't tell Leo that." He smirked a bit, moving to kiss the top of her head. "Get some rest, Birdie. I'll get you some painkillers in a minute."

"I can get them myself," she countered with a thick yawn.

Raph just hummed, feeling her slip into sleep.




Winter set in in typical New York fashion; hard and fast. A few days before the official start of winter there was a snow storm that covered the city in at least a couple feet of snow which set the city into a state of emergency. That meant that the turtles wouldn't have to worry about doing anything topside considering most of the manhole covers would be frozen shut. She spent the time 'indoors' by helping Mikey decorate for the holidays as well as provide some lore with some of the things they were hanging up. Many of the decorations were fake but she didn't mind considering it was the sentiment behind it that counted. Michelangelo was his usual boisterous self, bouncing and singing and setting up things, most importantly the tree.

Raph eyeballed the greenery that Wren was placing in some of the archways, grunting softly. "Do ya really think it's a good idea to put that up in front of the dojo, Birdie?"

"Why not?" she called over her shoulder as she was trying to screw in the little hook. Clutched between her teeth was the mistletoe's loop and the plastic plant swung back and forth as she kept twisting the screw into the mortar. "I think it's perfect."

"I still find it interesting that a poisonous plant was considered a source of life for ancient peoples was a thing."

Wren glanced up to spy Donatello observing her work. She merely smiled, continuing to twist the hook in. "It's more than that."

"Oh do tell!" Donnie smirked as he watched Wren finally hang the plant and slowly ease herself off the chair. "I'm curious to hear what your thoughts are on a plant and it's odd traditions. It's a parasite."

"Ah-ah! Partial parasite." Wren rattled off all the lore she knew about mistletoe as well as its medicinal properties and even some of the lore from the kirin mountains. And as she spoke, she remained under this mistletoe and watched Donatello. They bantered back and forth, trading fact and legend until Donnie pushed himself off to stand before her. Wren smirked, tilting her head. "So..."

Donnie arched a brow ridge, giving her a questioning look. "Does the mistletoe fit well here? If you're going for the more astral and metaphysical aspects about mistletoe becoming the gateway from one world into the next, thusly representing the transience from the mundane into the mystical, I believe you made a very good choice."

Wren shook her head slightly. "Thank you, but that's not what I was thinking about."

"What were you thinking?"

"I'm trapped under the mistletoe, Don," Wren's voice grew quiet as if they needed any more privacy. "Have you come here to rescue me?"

His face went slack with shock for a moment and his eyes lifted up to the faux plant. "It's not even real."

"But the intent is," she offered quietly. "The intent is very real."

"You're saying you need to be rescued?"

"We all do, a little bit. Don't you think?"

"Do you think I need to be rescued?"

She didn't answer that. What Wren did was smile and waited with her hands at her sides. Donatello decided to run with it and kiss her, He leaned down, feeling his lips connect with hers. It was supposed to be a simple kiss-at least that's what Don had intended. But she made that sharp inhale and shifted closer to him. The next minute had him working his mouth over hers and his hand around her waist, pulling her in close as he felt her hand shift against his cheek. He could smell her and only her. No one else had been around her long enough to make her smell so good and that startling thought made him growl just enough that he broke himself out of the kiss, panting slightly. Coming to his senses, he had her encased in his arms and she was more than happy to be there, her eyes shifting into that dark quick silver hue as she focused on his mouth, tasting her own lips again with a quick swipe of her tongue. His eyes focused on that single act and he decided that he wanted to taste that pink appendage as well.

"If ya gonna do that, ya better get some more mistletoe for the rest of us," Raph muttered as he slipped by the couple. His eyes were already sparking mischief but oddly enough there was no irritation there. Donnie thought that Raphael would have postured for dominance and claimed Wren as his own.

The spell should have been broken by then, Donnie was sure of it. Yet here Wren was, her eyes still on him with her hand on his cheek. Her scent still wafted up to his nose and he inhaled deeply, knowing that his eyes were showing some of that curious want that was waking in his body. Wren smiled warmly, still making no move to slip away. Her scent was as strong as ever and that made something in Don grow very warm. Finally his head started working properly again and he cleared his throat, taking a step back. "Well, I guess you're free now."

"Mayhaps." She knew when she put enough pressure on him and eased back, her smile turning more friendly instead of heated. "Though, I would like to be caught again by you, sometime." Deciding that little surprise was more than enough, she headed back into the main part of the lair, ready to help decorate the tree. Donnie was slack jawed and watched her go, trying to remember what he was going to do before he was side tracked by a woman's wiles.


Christmas time itself felt almost magical this year. While Wren focused more on the Solstice personally, she did not skimp on the gifts. Hand made or thoughtful pieces that she knew the guys needed, Wren was more than happy to offer such generosity. That giving nature also extended to Casey and April. By now mistletoe was secured to the overhangs of the kitchen, the hall leading to the boys' rooms, and the bathroom. And Wren gleefully played the game, stopping dead beneath the plastic green and white, waiting for someone to save her. Even Splinter did from time to time, rubbing his cheek against hers and relishing in the burst of emotion that came from the young woman. Casey tried to play as well and at the last moment Wren turned so that his lips connected with her cheek and not her mouth. It was something that greatly pleased the turtles and eased their territorial nature. When the turtles came to 'save' her, their kisses were restrained when company was over and heated with the intent to steal her breath away in private. Even Donnie was slowly getting into the game of making Wren smell good while her pulse raced under the ministrations of his mouth. It made him feel oddly accomplished and masculine as she swooned in his arms, needing a minute to collect herself before she could walk. And any of his brothers who caught that act simply grinned at him instead of push him away, saying that she wasn't his as well.

And on Christmas day, he unwrapped his gift from her; the duffel bag. Wren was happily ensconced in Raph's legs as she sat on the floor, her eyes lit up as brightly as the tree behind Donnie. Her gifts to her family had been thoughtful and personalized for them and now they all looked as Donnie fell silent, staring at the pile of junk in his lap. All of the others gaped at the bits of metal and pieces while Donnie gazed at the pile. Finally, someone decided to break the silence. "Uh, D?" Casey leaned forward, eyes stuck on the junk. "You're really not that hard to shop for." April threw a cautious smile.

Without another word, Donnie put the bag on the floor, moved over to Wren and swept her up into a hug. She clung back just as fiercely, wrapping all her limbs around him in the process as she felt his breath by her ear. "How did you know?" His voice was thick, even in his own head and he felt her nuzzle the side of his face.

"You kept putting them all back and ....I wanted to make certain you didn't lose yourself doing everything for everyone else." She pulled her head back far enough so that she could look into his eyes and touch their foreheads together. "You're important too, remember?"

"You're a beautiful soul, Wren."

"You too."

That was when Raph decided to break up the 'deep moment' before it got too deep. "And who says Wren doesn't know the way to Donnie's heart?" He smirked when Wren rolled her eyes at him, slowly unfolding herself from Donnie. "I just don't know how we're going to be able to top what she's given us this year!"

Now everyone was grinning as Wren looked at them. "What do you mean? You're already my gifts. I don't--" Her heart stopped when she saw movement by the turnstiles. Without missing a beat, she leapt up and ran to the closest person, nearly tackling her brother to the ground as her parents grinned, waiting for their turn. Both Casey and April were smiling as the reunion happened with the turtles all fist bumping each other.

Having her family over for a few days was the most frustrating thing Donnie had experienced in his life. When Wren came to thank them for her gift, she went to him first and couldn't even speak. Her gratitude was poured into her kiss, clinging with her fingers on his plastron, her scent a mix of relief, elation and desire. When she pulled away, her eyes flickered up to his own, glassy and wavering before a smile spread across her lips. She turned to his brothers, her voice found and eyes filled with tearful happiness.

If it wasn't so improper, he would have dragged her off into his room--no! The lab. That was sound proof and he had enough chemicals in there to kill the scent afterward.

The turtles learned first hand how strong the brother/sister bond was between the Starfyrs. And it was more amazing given the fact that they were largely separated by space and dimensions for a large part of their lives and that would never change. Hawke and Wren shared in secret jokes and spoke in that language they only seemed to know. Then there were times when he caught Wren, Hawke and Raph together, holding a conversation all on their own and laughing, showing Raph proper posture and signals for the language. It was that odd, strangely familiar "on the tip of your tongue" language that tugged at his mind, calling to him like a siren. He wanted to learn it. Donatello saw how it tightened the bond of others around her. Leo had seen that as well and the tactician in their leader was already drumming up ways to utilize the unique culture to keep them all safe. Before Wren's family left, she had written several letters (they had a written language!) on unlined paper in that mystical language, pressing them all to Hawke's chest as she said goodbye to her family with the same grace and dignity as she had to the turtles that one time. When her parents and brother disappeared through the portal, Wren leaned up against Raph who relished the moment in protecting her for a change.

The rest of the day was spent rallying around Wren. She welcomed the turtles being close around her, snuggling together as needed. Evening found her curled up and leaning into Donnie as they watched Mythbusters. Ten minutes in, Don felt relaxed enough to wind his arm around her shoulders to bring her in a little closer. That seemed to be the proper response because he was rewarded with a happy sigh and a quick peck on the cheek. He smiled, flushing a bit under the easy affection and did his best to concentrate on the show. It was getting difficult to pay attention to the program the longer they stayed cuddled up. Don could only glower as Leo walked by with a warm smile, covering them both with a blanket. They were perfectly fine without the audience! But his grumpy mood faded immediately as Wren snuggled in closer, practically wedging her shoulder up against the bridge of his shell. Her opposite arm draped over his front in a psuedo-hug as she buried her nose into the blanket, letting her eyes peek out to continue watching.

Was this how a romantic relationship was supposed to work? It was strange. He thought that it was going to be fireworks and explosive feelings. Here he felt warm and content, happy. And the more she relaxed, pleased to be in his presence, the more he basked in it as if she was a sun lamp. The body heat captured under the blanket was extremely soothing and the way she ran her fingers along his hip was enough to send him off to sleep. He knew it was late by the time he woke up because the TV was broadcasting snow and the volume was on a low hiss. His eyes blinked open to a sleepy looking Wren with the blanket around her shoulders, tugging on his hand.

"I wanna go to bed, Don."

"Go." He started to get up and stretch the kinks out of his long limbs. "I have to go and check on--"

"I wanna sleep with you." She didn't release his hand as she turned to head towards his room, tugging gently when she met resistance.

It seemed as if she didn't notice the bucket of ice water she had thrown on him. Donatello was wide awake now, biting on his lower lip as she still tried to tug him out of the pit. He didn't move at first, his eyes locked on the dishevled appearance of her hair. What did she mean she wanted to sleep with him? Did that actually mean... sleep? Or was it that code for--

"Don." His attention was dragged from his head in trying to decipher what she was saying and back to her eyes. "Just sleep. Promise."

With halting steps he followed her and the entire time his mind was screaming at him. He had things to do! Experiments to check on that he patiently and steadfastly ignored for the family time today. But her warm hand and sleep mussed face and the memory of them snuggling in the pit lead him to his room. Why not hers? Wouldn't she be more comfortable in her room? As it was it looked like his room hadn't been touched in a few days. When she released his hand, he couldn't help but stand there, watching her turn down his bed. His eyes were still glued to her, mind trying to decide what he should be doing. Should he be taking off his belt? Should he sleep dressed as he was? Was it proper to even share the bed? Should he--

"Do you mind if I peel off a layer?" Wren asked, drawing him out of his jumbled thoughts.

"W-what?"

Donatello was stunned once more as Wren smiled up at him. "Sleeping with an underwire isn't the most comfortable thing."

Oh. OH. "Sure?" How in the world did she make it look so simple and relaxed? Just... sleeping together. For her, it seemed natural. Once he realized that she was actually going to remove her bra he turned around quickly, flushing darkly. A moment later he decided to start removing his gear, fumbling here and there with nerves as he heard the rustle of her clothing. How silly this was! He'd seen her practically naked before and now it seemed almost sacriligious!

"Pants on or off?"

"I don't wear pants." He wanted to turn around but heaven help him if she were topless. Her warm laugh twisted his insides.

"I meant me, silly. What are you more comfortable with?"

"I don't know. I've never slept with," he cleared his throat. "A girl, really. Woman. I meant woman."

"Donatello." She walked up to face him and he jumped, sighing in relief that she had her sweatshirt on and wasn't topless. "If you want me to go, I can g--"

"No!" And he surprised himself by grabbing onto her arms. "Stay. Please?"

Her concerned expression eased back. "Okay. I'll keep them on." She turned back towards the bed, letting her hand linger on his arm in a silent beckon before drawing away completely. "But if I kick them off in my sleep because I'm too hot, that's all on you." He turned just as she was crawling into bed and he gaped at her backside just before she slid between the sheets, moving towards the wall and opening the covers in invitation. It took him another agonizing minute or two but he was crawling into bed with her, now half afraid that he was going to crush her.

Wren ignored the stiffness. She curled her arms around the one closest to her and snuggled in with a soft sigh, waiting for him to relax. She felt him turn his head. "Just sleeping?"

"Unless you want to do more." She shifted, reaching up so that she could nose him gently. "How about this. If you want to kiss, we can kiss. If you want to explore, you may do so to your heart's content. I won't do anything until you give me permission. And if you still want to sleep, we can sleep."

She was giving him the permission to explore. Donnie wasn't sure how he should handle it considering she just wanted to sleep. At least that's what she said. The more they stayed up, the more that lovely scent was toying with him. The offer to let him play without the requirement to return the favor was tempting as well no matter how selfish that seemed. Still uncertain, he remained quiet, letting his night vision lead his fingers to her face. "Do you want to do more?" His words were whisper quiet as if he was worried someone would hear them.

"Always, D," she responded back, nuzzling into the palm of his hand. "But this is for you. Your comfort matters more than mine, right now."

"And you're comfortable with me just... doing whatever and not getting anything in return?"

"Whatever," Wren confirmed softly. "If you want me touching you, or you touching me and that's it? That's it."

"But why?" He was still trying to wrap his head around it. Why would she allow him such freedoms without expecting anything in return? "I could just take what I wanted and then kick you out. Why would you say that's okay?"

"Because I love you, Donnie." She caught his sharp intake of breath and she shifted to prop herself up a little more. "You deserve everything you want and then some. I really wish I could give it all to you but I'm limited in what I have. And if for all the rest of our days all that exists is a sibling bond, that's okay too because I will still love you."

He was shaking. Wren could feel it with every part of her body that was pressed up next to his. There was a stifled sound from him and she hugged him tightly, trying to soothe whatever was making him upset. "But how? Why? I'm a... I'm this!" Suddenly there was a feeble struggle with him trying to get away and put some distance yet Wren hung on. "I'm a mutant!"

"You are a person who is capable of loving and be loved," Wren told him gently. Her hands were on his cheeks, making him focus on her. "I am so lucky to know you, Don."

"How can you love all of us like that?" She could hear the confused pain in his voice. He was so quiet when he muttered the words that Wren almost missed them when she breathed. She could almost feel the moisture on his face as he shivered, trying to wrap his mind around how simple she made it all. "Just...how? It's one person, isn't it? You can only love one like that."

"If that were the case then we would only have first loves and no one else after. Multiple marriages and relationships are not uncommon. Emperors had concubines, and noble Celtic women had more than one husband."

Donnie fell quiet at that statement, letting her words settle in his head. "History has shown that humans aren't really as monogamous as they claim to be. Even today there's more infidelity than not."

"Rebellion happens even on a subconscious level."

"And what happens when you get tired of us? Suffice it to say our options are limited, at best."

"What makes you think I'll get tired of you?"

Donnie had to scoff, laughing ruefully at the question. "Please. We live in a sewer. We're despised by the very people we've sworn to protect! Eventually the novelty of this entire arrangement is going to wear off. You're going to miss the sun, socializing with others, fresh air. We have nothing we can give you. Nothing that you deserve." He was about to go on until he felt her lips on his and her small, delicate hands on his face. Her kiss took his breath away and he was left with his senses swimming as he tried to figure out what to do next.

"You know the one thing I can't find up top there? You. Any of you. I can't give you absolutes. I can't give anyone forever. But I can give you today. And tomorrow. For as long as you want me."

"As long as I want you? Wren, we don't have any other options. We can't just toss aside one thing for another."

"Do you really think I'm that callus?" Her question was serious though she didn't stop touching him and pull away.

Donnie thought about what he asked and knew that she wasn't. She'd been with them for over a year now, going on two and she was just as loving and dedicated as before, probably even more so now that she was involved with more than just Raph. "No," he responded quietly, feeling a little guilty for suggesting it.

"Have a little faith."

"In what, the human condition?"

"In me." He felt her cheek brush against his in that gesture she preferred. Always, always it felt more intimate than anything else and he wondered why that was so. His breath shivered as she repeated the motion and just before she could pull away he initiated the next kiss. That was when he noted her scent grow stronger. His hands tightened slightly around her body and he took note as to how small she was. And Raphael has sex with her?! How was she not broken?

Eventually his thoughts and ponderings as to how things worked faded away and he concentrated more on their kiss. Her mouth was small and more flexible than his yet she reacted as if he was taking her breath away. The way her tongue moved reminded him of a humming bird in their swift, agile movements. At first he felt slow and clumsy around her but slowly he was feeling more of that mountain-like power. Strong and steady, his own actions were starting to guide hers and she fell easily into the role, letting Donnie dominate her mouth as he shifted closer, pressing more of his weight against her. Once he was satisfied with plundering her mouth, he found more delectible parts on her body. There was her ear-the curious thing that it was- and the soft, silky skin just behind it. The hollow in her throat was so tempting to bite at just as the pulse in her neck beckoned him to do just that. She felt so warm and he tried to practically breathe that into himself, soaking up the feeling as he heard her soft pants and felt her breath on his scales.

It was her clothing that reminded him he had stipulated just kissing. When Donnie finally made himself to pull away and calm down, he noted how tight his shell was and how much he was loathe to end this. It was just an exploration, wasn't it? Wren looked just as breathless as he felt and for a moment he caught the longing in her eyes. Gone in a heartbeat, she shifted to embrace him, nuzzling the side of her face against his in that gesture that made his heart swell. "I liked that very much, Don."

"For a first time," he muttered quietly, trying to make light of his own awkward feelings. He almost stuttered when Wren clung to him even tighter, making him take note as to just how hot she felt.

"I didn't want you to stop," she murmured, still working to settle her hormones. It wouldn't do her any good to just jump him after she offered boundaries in the first place. "You're too wonderful and tempting to end it at kissing."

She wasn't lying. Her scent was as strong as ever and he could tell she was warmer than before. Truth be known, he didn't want to stop at kissing, either but he felt that his word and honor would be questioned if he changed the dynamics now. "You're tired now?"

"Hardly," she quipped as she shifted a bit, molding her body a little more against his. "But I'll be okay."

As much as he wanted to go on, he didn't. As much as she was tempting and willing, Don knew he wasn't ready and settled down beside her, giving her some space to breathe. "You know...you could go find someone...." A suggestion he didn't want to make because deep down he wanted to be the one to aleviate her discomfort.

"No," she responded quickly. "I said I wanted to sleep with you, so I will sleep." Once again her cheek was against his and his breath hitched at the gentle, brushing motion. She murmured something in that language he found captivating. "Sleep well, D."

"You're going to teach me those words, one day."

He could feel her smile as she snuggled up against him, completely trusting him not to crush her in sleep. "I will."



Donatello slept through the night without interruption. And he was amazed that he had woken up feeling rested and not at all zombie like as he was wont to do. Nestled in his arms was Wren, still sleeping, looking like an angel in his eyes. The desire to move a lock of hair out of her face couldn't be ignored and as he did so, her eyes opened. The smile that spread across her face banished his apprehension that he woke her with a simple gesture.

[Good morn.] She offered a quick kiss on the lips before stretching.

Donnie accepted the kiss with is eyes closed. A moment later, they popped open as he realized what Wren said. Or more importantly, how she said it. "What does that mean? Good morning, right?"

Wren threw him a coy smile, refusing to speak in English. [The best way to learn new words is to hear them in the context you know.]

Slowly a smile graced his face as he listened to the words, his brain trying to figure out the next puzzle. "That's more than I've heard you directed towards me. An...explanation as to why you're talking to me like this?"

She nodded, giving him a little positive reinforcement. [For you, my love. I know you will enjoy it.] The subtle motions she made were still lost upon the turtle but she knew in time when he learned the language, he would understand that there was more to the language than just words. Leo picked up on it quickly and Raphael had embraced it. [I will go make some food to break your fast.] Again she offered a kiss, feeling Donnie shift and actively participate. Before he got any other ideas she pulled away, slipping out of bed in order to leave. Donnie watched her go, feeling his heart pound and his tail shudder at the thought of grabbing her and keeping her in his bed.

Darwin's Beard, he was going crazy

With a low groan he flopped back onto his shell, staring up at the ceiling while he let his mind run through what was going on. Sleeping beside her had been... well, he couldn't say amazing because he was sleeping but then again he was sleeping! When was the last time he managed to sleep through the night uninterrupted by his thoughts and projects and demands from his family? Her scent was still in his nose which only antagonized the urges. For once, he didn't seem too put out by it.


Wren changed, but she didn't wash away the night. She was well aware of the scent mixture wafting around her and she was also aware since it wasn't the strong sexual musk, the others wouldn't get too worked up. The lack of bathing was to soothe Donnie's senses, assuring him he wasn't one so easily tossed aside. She smiled to herself as she prepared his preferred breakfast, making certain his coffee was brewed. "Good morning, love." She glanced up, looking over to Leo as he moved into the kitchen. His face broke out into a wide, goofy smile as she greeted him.

"Good morning," he greeted warmly, carefully reaching around to hug her. "Did you sleep well?" The question was muffled a bit as he breathed against the crook of her neck. "Did... Donnie sleep well?"

"Exceptionally," she replied, leaning back into Leo's embrace. "He's always so exhausted."

"Mmm." He didn't seem to care that Donatello's scent was on her. "It's always been a challenge to get him to rest and restore himself." His blue eyes shifted to look at the food she was making. "Need help?"

"I know better, now. Go mix up more batter. I'll deal with the stove." Wren was grinning, taking a moment to nip at his jaw before returning to work. "Go, Leo."

"How is it you don't get tired of us?" he asked softly, confident enough to work on making waffle batter. "Our stamina is greater than even a normal human male. By now you should be beyond exhausted with the demands--"

"You demand nothing from me." She looked back over to Leonardo. "This is give and take, or give and give. And when I need my own rest, I will let you know."

"And will you tell us or just bear with it silently?" He watched her stare back at him, then turn to the food she was preparing. With the graceful twist of one hand, she turned down the heat and then turned to face Leo completely.

"If your love exhausted me beyond all measure, is it truly love?" She faced him, palms open and facing Leo. He'd come to know by now that this was her gesture of being completely honest. She was hiding nothing. Leo had learned that she couldn't hide anything from them, anyway. Her lies were as bad as Leo's when he was trying to hide something from his family.

He watched her for a long minute before turning back to his task. "So how does it go with Donnie?"

"You're asking me to kiss and tell now, too?" Wren teased him, gently bumping his hip with her own. "He's more private than you are. And less likely to ask anyone else for pointers, I believe."

"What pointers did I ask for?" Leo couldn't finish it as his father came into view. He bowed to Splinter in greeting as Wren bounced over to him to give a peck on the cheek.

"Good morning, Splinter!" She greeted warmly. "Waffles?"

"Good morning my children," Splinter responded as he eased into a chair. "Yes, thank you, Wren." He watched a more controlled interaction between the couple and he smiled to himself. It wasn't a perfect thing to see his sons sharing one woman, but then again very little was ever perfect. For the most part, everyone seemed to be in agreement to it. No one felt left out, really. And from what Splinter could see, it did make the team stronger. He caught the scent of Donnie in the air and surmised that Wren had been with him for at least part of the night. The tall turtle had yet to surface.

"Yes! Waffles!" Mikey hooted as he skid into the kitchen, sliding into his seat and grinning broadly. "Are you adding the sour patch kids and marshmallow sauce to it too?"

"No." Wren answered as gagging sounds could be heard from Raph. "I forgot the pepto bismol chasers to go with that recipe. You'll have to settle for some fresh fruit."

"You mean Strawberries?" Mikey purred, smirking at Leo who was starting to flush.

"And kumquats!" She held up the grape sized orange. "They're in season."

"Kum-what?" Raphael quirked a brow. "That sounds dirty."

"Of course it does. That's why I got them?" Still grinning, her eyes lifted up behind her first lover to see Donnie come in shyly. "Think fast!" She tossed the fruit to the turtle who caught it in mid-air without even looking.

"Hey, you found Kumquats?" Even Don was in a jovial mood today and popped the fruit into his mouth.

Mikey was more than a little grossed out by it. "Don't you peel them?" Then he stopped as a new realization hit him. "Whoah, dude! You're speaking with words before your coffee! Are you sick, D?"

"They're not supposed to be peeled," Donnie informed him as he ignored the second question, sitting beside his father. "Good morning, Sensei."

The morning banter was happier than usual with everyone taking notice that Donnie was coherent before he had gotten his caffeine fix. "It's New Years Eve tomorrow," Raph announced, looking at Wren in the process. "Balls gonna drop."

Wren had a strange smile on her face as she looked to the turtle beside her. She wanted to say something smart but Splinter was with them. "It's a busy night."

"Gonna be a little hard to get in a New Year's Kiss, huh?"

"Not if we take different time zones," Donnie supplied as all eyes turned to him. He shrugged slightly. "It's midnight somewhere."

Wren was more pleasantly surprised that Donnie included himself in the festivities than the suggestion. "I like that idea."

"Toyko," Leo instantly supplied, his eyes on Wren. Then he shifted, remembering that Splinter was there. "If... that is okay with you, Sensei."

"Kids and their desires to party." The mutant rat chuckled warmly. "If this is a holiday you wish to indulge in, you may."

"I got Italy, then!" Mikey grinned, "You know, Michelangelo?" Wren couldn't help but giggle at the way his brow ridges waggled at her.

Raph smirked. "New York, obviously."

Then all eyes turned to Donnie. He had his nose in a cross word puzzle. "Donnie?" Wren looked at the turtle sweetly, waiting until she had his attention before continuing on. "Do you have a preferred time zone?"

Not following the conversation, the turtle peered up at her. "Not...really? I haven't been anywhere else for a preferred time zone. And it doesn't matter anyway."

"For New Year's Eve, I mean."

Now he noticed how everyone was looking at him. He must have gotten enthralled with his puzzle after his suggestion and lost track. "Do you?"

"Mountain." Her eyes lit up with Mikey's and Raph's cat calls. Splinter's whiskers twitched in amusement while Leo sat back with an enigmatic smile on his face.

"Okay?" Still not getting it, he leaned back in his chair. "I'm not--wait. You picked Mountain Time...for me?" Oh, now he was starting to get it. "That would be the --"

Wren grinned again, nodding slightly. "That would be your time. I only have one mouth for four kiss--" There was a grunt as Raph kicked Mikey under the table to keep him from quipping about mouths and how many Wren could take at once. "-kisses."

"Oh. Uhm. Okay?"

"Yay!" She made a show of hugging his neck and brushing her cheek down his. Almost at once Donatello was flushing hard and nearly ducking his head in his shell. "Guess I'll have to get started on getting ready, then, huh?"

"So soon?" Raph couldn't help but smirk as he caught Wren's eyes lingering on Donnie for longer than was necessary.

"I have four outfits to choose for my special dates!" She shook her head, settling back down into her seat. "And I thought you knew not to question a lady's time to prepare herself."

"You don't need to prepare, yer already perfect," Raph drawled, making his brothers' eyes roll.




One would have thought that three previous 'dates' would have had her exhausted. Leo's 'midnight' was at eleven in the morning with Mikey's being 6 pm. Raphael was at true midnight and Donnie's was a quick two hours later. Donatello was sure that Raph would complain and grouse that he had gotten the shortest time span but he was surprised when the turtle didn't say a word and merely raised his brows at his immediate younger brother in silent question. HIs brothers also added their own personal touches into their private celebrations with Wren and for the life of him, he had no idea what to do! In fact, he was Still trying to figure it out when Wren knocked on his door lightly at 1:50 AM.

He really had no idea what he should be doing when she walked in with a blue lace dress on and her hair pulled up out of her face save for a ringlet or two to frame her features. Donnie couldn't help but stare at her as she offered a bashful smile. Was it only two nights ago that they had slept together? And now she was intent on doing it again? He was trying to wrap his mind around all of it but after April's ultimate decision, he was having a very difficult time accepting that another human would ever be interested in him. Them. Any of them.

"I brought you something," Her words jarred him out of his own thoughts and now he focused on the strange ball with the power cord. "Thought it'd be nice to look up at the stars."

"Through concrete," Donnie started dryly. watching her just waltz into his room and find the power strip that made up one of three outlets in his room.

"Mayhaps." She plugged the device in but didn't turn it on yet as she turned back to the tall turtle. "Turn out the lights?"

The entire time he had watched her move. Wren needed to choose a spot for her machine and she glided through the room silently. Not like what a ninja would do, but there was a certain aura of...of ancient to her movements. It froze Donatello where he was and her voice seemed to be the break to that spell. Startled, he blinked at her, trying to figure out what she was doing. His hand lifted up and flipped the switch, expecting them to plummet into darkness Instead he found them in a low level of twilight with Wren grinning at him. She pointed up and he tilted his eyes heavenwards, stilling as his jaw dropped open. Above them were constellations of pin point lights, all coming from the device Wren brought.

"It's not perfect," she started softly as his eyes once again trained on her. "But I like it. And it's a lot warmer in here than outside, too."

He moved towards her, smiling a bit and feeling that nervous energy that had been only increasing the more time he spent around her. "You don't have to sell me on the idea. I like it."

"Good!" She showed a nervous energy herself and noticing it caught Donatello by surprise. "You know, it's nothing fancy. Just a dome I poked holes in and--"

"Wait." His eyes moved back towards the device and then he looked up at the 'stars' on the ceiling. "You made this?" He reached for hands and squeezed them lightly when they curled around his fingers.

"Yes. Two sides. One for Earth and one for where Hawke lives."

"The other dimension?" Now his eyes were scanning the lights, trying to see if he found any familiar constellations. "Is that the one that's up now?"

"Hai," Wren answered, her eyes locked on the wonder on Donnie's face.

"You know all the constellations there?"

"The ones that are visible from Earthmountain in the summer. It's too cold to stay outside for long periods of time in the winter," Wren beamed as Donnie was enthralled with her gift. "And when Poe starts talking about the stars, he can keep going for a long, long time."

The innuendo was lost on Donnie but Wren didn't mind at all. She was pleased to find his happy right here, looking at patterns of lights on the ceiling. Kissing at midnight didn't even matter now because Wren was more focused on the tall turtle, There was just something about him and his eagerness to learn that captured her heart and for her, watching this moment was more important than all the New Year's Eve kisses ever. She was ready to lead him over to the bed so they could lay side by side and she could tell him about the constellations of a far away place and the stories about them when a chime sounded. Like responding to a bell, Donnie turned towards her, moved his hands to cup her cheeks and then kissed her.

Time stopped as she reveled in that kiss, Her hands drifted up to cover his and to serve as an anchor as she felt herself float on the high of his mouth actively seeking hers. His tongue made her inhale quickly and chirp out a sound that he eagerly swallowed up. He shifted forward and she met the solid build of his body before relenting to the pressure and taking a tiny step back. This time,he initiated, he led the kiss and she certainly didn't want to drift too far away. A few moments later and she felt the bed at her calves and she squealed in surprise as he lifted her up to stand on the bed, altering their position. Now the taller one of the pair, Wren leaned down, letting her hands drift over the strong chords of steely muscle in his wrists and forearms before sliding back up to his own fingers. She wasn't prepared for the parting of his lips from hers and then that gentle brush of his cheek against her own. Wren felt her body tense for a moment before it relaxed as she returned the gesture, She rewarded him with gentle pecks on his mouth, her eyes already darkening.

"Hey." Donnie felt that his voice was deeper already. Raw. Husky. And he noted from her scent that she liked it.

"Hey." Silver eyes were now dark and glittering and focused on him.

Donatello felt brave enough to move a curl of her hair out of her eyes just so he could see them more clearly. "Happy New Year, Wren." Her smile made his heart skip a beat. He wasn't going to chicken out this time! She chose their time to be the last one so they wouldn't be interrupted and he knew that now. "Thank you for choosing me to celebrate it with you." Of course he knew that she was with his brothers before but this was their time. Their new years.

"I want to celebrate everything I can with you, Don." He didn't understand how or why when she spoke those words to him, it was as if she had spoken them only to him even though he logically knew she had said similar things to the others. She made them feel special and unique.

"Even the stars?"

Just seeing his mouth curl up into a tease set Wren's heart beating double time again. "Especially the stars," she confirmed, resting her forehead against his.

Donnie could feel that growl bubble up in his chest. She was right there. Smiling and happy and the look of adoration was for him and no one else! Her focus was on him, and he could feel that in his very soul. He finally freed that growl as he wound his arms around her, realizing that his face was now very much in her cleavage. He tensed for a moment, unsure if it was okay but then he felt her small hand caress the back of his head, cradling him gently. "I want to learn more about you, first, before you tell me more about your stars."

Her next words were very quiet, but filled with a secret need that he'd only begun to comprehend. "I ... would like that very much, Donatello." She smiled down at him as he tilted his head to look up at her. A second later and he had lifted her off the bed, holding her against him with a strength he rarely showed, his smirked revealing that he enjoyed lifting her up. Especially when she squeaked and clung to him that much harder. Another kiss sealed their fate and made her body burn hotter. Donnie basked in her warmth, drinking it down. He kept her standing for as long as she was able to until she was so weak kneed her safety was threatened. He effortlessly laid her back on the bed, eyes roaming over her body and remembered how the dark blue lace brought out the silver out in her eyes. Don took note that she didn't dress in their colors to impress them. There was no variation of purple on her. What she did wear enhanced her features. Reminded them of who she was. He found he preferred that over the implication that she was conforming to them. Instead she was complimenting them, completing them. And he was the last one to join in that group.

There were reasons why he'd been reluctant about this and the main reason had been April. He didn't want to set himself up for another broken heart-especially if that came to pass and was then tortured every day with watching Wren with his brothers. Happy, smiling, smelling--

"Donnie?" Wren sounded out of breath. At that point he realized his hand was under her dress, fingers playing with the soft skin at her waist. Shocked that he had become so bold while lost in his own thoughts, he jerked his hand away. Wren was gracious enough to ignore it. "I have something to tell you."

"I'm not human... down...down there."

Oh Darwin, he said that out loud, didn't he? Donnie groaned, dropping his head into his pillow as he tried to pull his hand away only to find that Wren made it a point to keep it there. Of course he would humiliate himself like this! All he wanted to do was crawl under a rock or at the very least sink into his shell so he couldn't be seen again.

"I kind of figured, given the shell and green, you know."

"No, you don't understand." He knew it! So close and yet so far and he practically whined, glancing up long enough to catch her mildly amused expression. "I am the least human like out of all of us, Wren. Have you ever seen a natural turtle's penis?"

Wren wasn't certain how to handle the conversation so she moved to her side, propping her head on her hand. "Well there was that one time in biology class. So you're saying you're all turtle there?" That would make for a complicated evening. Thankfully only Raphael was the largest out of all of them--so far. And they had to work together before finding a mutually satisfying end. Anything that flared wildly in the close approximation of a normal turtle and Wren knew she was going to be in trouble.

"More than the others. And I .. uh. I don't want to hurt you."

"Or get hurt yourself with another rejection?" She could feel her heart ache when she caught the slight affirmation in Donnie's nod. It was endearing that they all wanted to make certain she was safe but in the same time it hurt to see how insecure they were. There was nothing to be confident about because they never had the opportunity to become self-assured. And the one guy who had that chance had been passed over for someone else. She had no idea how that felt and she knew she couldn't even begin to try to empathize that. Their fears were valid and Wren certainly didn't want to belittle them. "I understand," she whispered, drawing her lips over his jaw. "I can't tell you there's nothing to worry about or say that your concerns are unfounded. I'll be here when you're ready." It was all Wren could do and she certainly didn't want to force him into something he didn't want to do.

What she thought was going to happen now was that she would start talking about the stars and the various constellations and the stories behind them. What caught her off guard was Donatello's mouth feasting on her with a desperate sound behind it. She leaned back, winding her arms around his neck as if to protect him as she accepted the sudden advance, willing to go with the flow that seemed wholly unpredictable for the time being. Her clothing moved, shifted upwards as she felt a slightly cooler hand on her legs, stroking slowly. Donnie's hand lingered on her scars and she reached down to squeeze his fingers. That was all he seemed to need.

Donatello's exploration was thorough and eventually he managed to get her dress off to look at her. He marveled at her heat, how her body responded to the stimulus he offered. The way she simply prepared for him caught his attention and slowly, tentatively, he tasted her. And suddenly one taste was simply not enough. Wren encouraged him by pulling his head to her core, opening her legs as she called out his name. And when she came, he watched in awe.

"Oh... Wren." Eager to see her body convulse again under his ministrations, he grew bolder, pushing a finger inside and groaning at the soft, wet clutch of her insides around it. While never actually being this close to a female, he had read plenty about sex and techniques. The Kama Sutra was not unfamiliar to him. Learning about orgasm and what happened to the body was only through book learning. But to be here, right here, watching it happen before his eyes was something else! He was at a loss as to where to concentrate his vision--should he watch his finger disappear between reddish-pink, vulgar flesh or drag up towards Wren's blitzed out face? Both were equally enticing and half consciously he nuzzled her inner thigh in praise.

His favored experiment was her, he decided. Touching and stimulating different places, Donatello discovered what she liked best. What made her cum the fastest. What made her toes curl, her body twitch, her voice go hoarse. And then, pressing high into that heated canal, he learned how that dropped the octave of her pleas, bringing her torso up as her hands shook. A few frantic heartbeats of silence and she burst, quite literally! The rush of fluid around his hand and tiny droplets on his face surprised him and it took the science part of his brain a moment to give him the reasoning for the sudden water works.

"You can ejaculate?"

She must not have heard him because she was pleading, begging for more. "Oh god--please. Don." her hand was reaching for his slicked wrist, pulling his hand towards her core again. "More..."

He growled, pushing in roughly as he surged forward, claiming her mouth in a heated kiss as he pressed into that spot again, thrusting quickly as her legs curled up, seeking more sensation. He marveled at the fact that she felt different inside now. Rigid? Open? Definitely more sensitive as she came again, coating them both in her fluids.

"So beautiful," he muttered by her ear, feeling that hungry desire creep up in his nerves. But this? This was fun. This, he enjoyed. This made her call out to him in a way that he responded in a primal fashion and Donatello was soaking it up like no tomorrow. He learned that her climaxes were more powerful if he paused about twenty seconds before thrusting into her, using his finger to bring her to that peak over and over again. It was a kind of power something could get addicted to and Wren seemed to go on forever.

Limp noodle was an appropriate description for her as she lay there on his bed. Draped over one thigh and tucked slightly into his torso, Wren looked like she had passed out. Donnie kept his hand on her belly, noting faintly that there had been a lot more fluids than he ever anticipated and he was seriously unprepared. Scientific curiosity reared its ugly head again and he lifted his fingers to his mouth, taking in the unique scent before tasting. Darwin's Beard, that was a mistake.

That fire was back, hotter than ever in his blood and he looked down at Wren. She was so peaceful there, happy, relaxed, and wrung out. Debauched. He couldn't disturb her now-she wouldn't miss him for a few minutes, anyway. He thought incorrectly as he tried to slip away and take care of himself, she grabbed at him.

"Where you going?"

"Ah.. uh, t-towel?"

Wren's eyes opened and struggled to focus on his face. "Let me love you, Don."

Those words stunned the turtle and he could only stare at her. He felt her fingers on his plastron, drawing down the center groove and sending his body into a hard bout of shivers. "Wha--what?"

"Will you let me love you?" She asked softly, pleading as her fingers slowed to a stop above the obvious bulge. "Please? You've been so good to me." Her nose nuzzled just under his jaw, making his eyes flutter shut as he groaned.

"Don't want to scare you."

Now he could feel her hand at his slit, gently stroking and using the pressure of her fingers to draw the slip open. "I won't be scared."

"Y-yes you will."

"Don't tell me what to do."

He chuckled, feeling the last of his resolve go and he fell into her hand with a groan. He refused to look at her, then, afraid to see the repulsion and disgust in her face. For a long time, Donnie heard... nothing. She said nothing but he could feel her hands on him, gently holding him with a silent reverence. Wren glanced up and saw how his eyes were scrunched up, waiting for the worst thing to happen. A gentle smile toyed on her face as she held onto the most intimate and fragile part of him. Donnie wasn't kidding when he said that he was... different. A little shorter, the shaft definitely more slender than Raph, but the glans was definitely more turtle. The slit seemed almost embedded with a thick protrusion of flesh that looked not unlike a calla lilly. Clearly not as flared as a normal turtle's, but Wren decided that ultimately she could work with this.

Her hands were unbearably warm while she tucked her legs under her, sitting between his own as her hands gently stroked him. Memories of another time hit her, reminding her that everyone had a starting point. Without any other warning, she leaned over to brush her tongue against that slit and then sweep lovingly along the hood, letting her tongue flatten against it.

"Holy SHIT!"

Donnie was not expecting that! And it felt so good! Eyes wide open, body already half up in shock, he stared at Wren, still not quite comprehending what she had done. Regardless of the fact she smirked at him, licking her lips, she couldn't possibly have... oh.. no way! And then he watched her lower her face, opening her mouth, letting her tongue reach out--

"Oh....sh-shit."

It wasn't long after that. It seemed pitiful in his mind that he was undone so quickly. He wanted to savor her mouth on him, sucking softly on the flare as well as much of the shaft as she could just before he ruptured with a strangled choke. When his mind cleared and finally started to function again, he was terrified that he had drowned her. Instead he found her tucked up against his side, sticky in places but also very much alive as she drew soothing circles on one of his scutes, waiting for his senses to come back to him. "Feeling better?"

The soft, smug quip made him laugh and he turned to face her, more than content to let Wren arrange herself around him. "Yes," he said, not certain how the conversation should proceed. A furrow hit his brow as he remembered that she only used her mouth. Wasn't this evening for everything? "You didn't want--"

Donnie fell silent as a finger was pressed to his lips. Wren pulled her hand away and kissed his mouth before answering. "Do you want me to?"

"Yes." He paused a moment. "I..I think. You weren't... I mean you didn't--"

"Don, you are as beautiful and as unique as anyone else. And I love you for it." She brushed her cheek against his, smiling as his breath hitched. "I think I want us to get used to each other first. You're fairly impressive, after all."

"Used to each other?"

"More comfortable." She smiled again, looking down at him with such adoration that he thought he was going to cry. His chest certainly felt tight enough to do so! "You did a good job keeping my mind shut down, after all."

"I--I like that." A tension that he couldn't quite place, yet knew was there for a long time suddenly lifted from him and he smiled, trailing a finger down her cheek. "Getting comfortable. As... as long as you're okay with it."

"Donnie, you have magic hands," she purred with a grin. "I am not complaining! I'm fairly sure I'm going to have issues walking tomorrow."

He was amazed at how comfortable he was at the moment. How carefree she was around him. Was it because of the oxytocin they had just dumped or something else? "Yes. Well. You ruined by bed." His eyes were glimmering playfullness as he said that.

"The other side's still good!" Her quip was followed by a laugh as he nuzzled in to nip at her throat. Maybe it wask okay to let her in and love her. Maybe it was a good thing after all to share her. Donnie was certain that he didn't want to give her up now.