My Hero In Purple

Kisses

Gosh, I'm really terrible at updating, aren't I? ...oh well! Here ya go, peeps!

George, Lennie's more intelligent friend, has had to sacrifice many things in order to keep his traveling companion out of trouble. Thus... No, not 'thus', no one uses that word anymore... What about 'ergo'? No! That sounds like I'm writing medieval literature! Ugh...

April huffed, throwing her pencil down and leaning back in exasperation. She saw Donnie glance up from one of his various experiments.

"Havin' some trouble?" He asked, setting down the beaker of chemicals.

"That's an understatement," April muttered, "...stupid John Steinbeck. Stupid lengthy descriptions. Stupid homework."

Donnie couldn't help but laugh under his breath, sauntering over and wrapping his arms around her waist. "What seems to be the problem?"

Their close proximity sent April's heart racing. "I can't figure out how to word this essay..."

He gazed down at her paper, sifting through the occasional scribbles and eraser marks. "...What about using 'Therefore'?"

April scrutinized the paper. "That works!" She quickly scrawled in another sentence, "Okay, I think that's enough for today..."

Donnie stole another look at her paper. "You've only written two paragraphs."

She pouted. "Why'd you have to go and point that out?"

He chuckled and gave her a small squeeze. "As long as you're not slacking off..." He nuzzled her cheek gently.

April's heart fluttered as she turned to face him. "I promise I'm not."

Donnie grinned and leaned in to kiss her softly, turning the chair she was sitting in to face him. She sighed, slinking her arms around his neck.

His hand found the ends of April's  hair as his other rested on her waist, curling her auburn locks around his fingers as he kissed her. Donnie pulled back from her lips to trail kisses over her cheek, seeming to cherish every freckle he found on her skin, before fusing his mouth with hers once more.

April smiled into the kiss, her face flushed, her hands rubbing over his shoulders, brushing against his plastron. She delighted in the shiver she felt run through his body, tugging and playing with his mask tails-- she knew he liked that.

Donatello grasped her hips then, lifting her up onto the counter, never breaking the kiss. She gasped blissfully, pressing herself closer to him, but he pulled away with a devilish smirk. Again, April's heart jumped. His hands remained firmly but comfortingly on her hips as he kissed along her jawline, down her neck. With each kiss pressed to her skin, April swore he was sending an electric shock through her, and she couldn't help the small moan that escaped her lips.

Donnie made his way back up her neck, looking at her with eyes full of love, his thumb tracing the outline of her lips, before meeting them with his again.

Just as she thought it had ended, Donnie nibbled at April's bottom lip-- not harsh, not needy, but affectionately, softly. Still wanting to please her, to not push her boundaries--to make her happy. Her heart filled with joy as she responded with more passion, leaning as close to him as possible.

Finally, she pulled away for air. Donatello rested his forehead against hers, staring into her eyes happily. She smiled and brushed her hand over the side of his face, and couldn't help murmuring, "Way better than studying."