[[Completed May 27th 2016]]
Ok, I need to warn you of how crazy this book is.
The boys are total sweethearts, as you know, so expect FLUFF!
And I didn't plan this, but there are a lot of mini-series. Finished #8! I'm very proud.
My dear lollipops...
Hello all! Long time no update! Please enjoy this teaser of my new tmnt fic, a historical AU with ocs. The first installment has been fully published on my profile, 5 chapters focused on my first character, Omorfiá :)
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Viewing her lay beside him, Leo's body sinks and relaxes below her, his head falling back on a pillow wrapped in silk and stuffed with feathers of the finest fowls.
Chuckling softly at her murmur, he only repeats: "Trust me..."
He watches Omorfiá frown before slowly relaxing beside him, laying stiffly with her arms crossed. Her head sinks into the silken bedding and her eyes flutter shut, weariness crossing her features. Leo is certain she is exhausted.
The near-silent movements of Leo shifting brings her eyes open again, immediately alert and staring up at him in suspicion. She watches him turn to lay on his side, propping his head up on his palm. His stare feels heavy on her body.
"I'm dirty," she warns him, and yet sinks her head further into his plush pillows.
"I don't mind," he assures her, face close to hers.
She's tempted to move away, but her curiosity keeps her at his side. She stares up at him, her fists beginning to uncurl and relax against her biceps. Her eyes narrow in a half-hearted glare, her eyes brighter than before. "How long do we stay here?"
Leo breathes out slowly, staring at Omorfiá in a moment of stunned admiration. Of course he knew her to be attractive; he viewed this of her before. All of Shredder's weapons were required to boast a deadly allure, almost a trademark of his work. But there was a coldness, unfeeling and forced.
That is how he viewed Omorfiá when she first arrived, before spotting the fire glowing beneath her skin. She held herself coldly, her face that of an unforgiving rock face against the sea. Beneath her eyes he saw a storm, barely kept at bay by a worn leash. She was prepared to snap, in whatever form fitted her best.
Now, here, with a buzzing in the air of childish play, and her eyes soft and cool like the freshly churned soil of the earth is cool on a hot summer day, Omorfiá is so fair and brilliant. Her features are gentler, not drawn as harshly as before. Her brow is relaxed from her almost-constant frown or grimace. He feels like they're old friends at this moment, knowing each other since forever.
Leo's mouth opens and closes. Omorfiá stares openly at him while he flounders beside her...
