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Of Hearts and Shells: 50 Shades of Green	By : prplraven Category: +S through Z > Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Views: 2973 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Donnie lay out his bedding beside April’s, settling down next to her. This feels so unreal... he projected to her. …And kind of weird.
Weird, how? she asked.
He stretched out on his back. Like… we’ve reached another level, you know, sleeping together. But like we skipped ahead… there should have been a ceremony, or I should have carried you across a threshold or something…
She gave him a sedate grin. You could carry me over the threshold now, if you wanted to.
But there wouldn’t be a point to it unless we were actually… married. And that was something he knew was never going to happen, realistically. Her imminent return to humanity dawned on him again, paining him. She picked up on the feeling and reached over to stroke his cheek. Do you ever think about your wedding? How you’d want it to be? he asked, searching for a distraction.
I always wanted an outdoor wedding… she thought. …with a big arch of pink and white flowers, somewhere near the water. And an outdoor h’ors d’oeurvres buffet. And a huge cake… white, with pink icing and those little silver ball things. And my dress… I’d want one of those sleeveless ones, with a big, puffy bottom half, and a long train, and a flowered headband with a veil attached… She paused, the illusory picture in her mind dissolving. Of course, that’s changed a bit, since I‘d want you guys and Master Splinter to be there too now…
Donnie expected to be in the audience for this new vision of hers, with the same flowered arch placed in the lair, on the middle tier of steps, but she had him placed next to the arch, dressed in a tuxedo, waiting for her father to walk her down the aisle to him. Then her thoughts about the wedding night and the pleasures of consummating it with him began to intrude.
He balked a little at the thought. Him? As the groom? Surely not… He wouldn’t allow her to be trapped like that. Though it killed a part of him, he altered the vision, putting a cleaned-up Casey Jones in his place. Then he put everything back in its outdoor setting. That was how it was supposed to be.
April gave him a confused, saddened look. Why? her mind asked.
You have to go back. You don’t have a future down here… you know that.
She rolled so her back was to him. I know that, she repeated hollowly and pulled away from his mind. After a moment, while he lay confused and wondering what he should do, or could do to comfort her, she turned back over and kissed his beak, clasping hands with him. “G’night, Donnie,” she said warmly, closing her eyes.
A weak grin came to his face, though he let out a discontented sigh. “G’night, Sweetie.”
The next couple of days were fairly routine for Donnie: a haze of processing mutagen, sex with April, training, patrol, a little work on the Shellraiser, and more sex with April. Two nights of patrolling the same area, searching for an elusive canister of mutagen had yielded nothing, frustratingly.
Casey showed up mid-morning on Saturday with his wood-burning tool, as promised. He drew in the intended additions to the burn on Donatello’s shell with pencil, which April approved. Casey plugged the tool in and touched it to Donnie’s shell, tracing the outline he had drawn in. Before he had finished the first crescent, he drew back, coughing. “Whoa, man…”
“Ugh… smells like burning hair, but a million times worse!” April added, also choking on the acrid smoke.
“Hang on…” Donnie ducked into his lab and reemerged with some dampened rags for them to put over their faces. “This should keep some of the smoke out, at least.”
This solution seemed to work, though the other occupants of the lair weren’t pleased with the acrid stench of burning shell, and the three of them were chased into the garage and shut in. When that was determined not to work well enough to contain the reek, they relocated to the next platform down, sitting between the disused Van de Graaff towers. This at least seemed to provide enough room for the smell to dissipate.
With about two-thirds of the design finished, April stood up, collecting the rags to go give them another soaking. “Don’t do anything until I get back!” she warned.
“We won’t,” Casey promised, watching her until she was out of sight, then turned to Donnie. “Did it ever occur to you that under that shell, she’s completely naked?”
Donnie rolled his eyes. “She’s completely naked with the shell, idiot! We all are! It’s not like they come off! And we’re not exactly built for wearing clothes…”
Casey stuck his tongue out in disgust. “Way to ruin it, man. Ugh. Now I don’t even want to look in your general direction anymore!” To distract himself, he drew his hockey stick and started flipping a puck around on it. He shot it at one of the Van de Graaff domes, making it ring with a resounding BONG and leaving a deep dent in the metal. Donnie winced, even though the machine was pretty much useless now.
“Do you ever respect other people’s stuff?” he snarled.
The hockey player smirked at him. “Most of it’s not worth respecting.” He recovered his puck, aiming at shot at the other dome. It ricocheted with a CLANG, hit the wall and flew back, smacking against Donnie’s shell.
Donnie whirled around from where he was sitting on the platform. “Did you just hit me with a puck?!” he demanded, glaring.
“No,” Casey said, feigning innocence, then broke out in an impish smile. “Yes.” He smacked another puck caroming around the platform. Donnie reached up and plucked it out of the air as it flew at him from behind. “Shit, D! Skills!”

”Ninja,” Donnie reminded him simply.
“You’d make an awesome goalie, I bet,” he said, pulling the goalie stick from his back, tossing it to the turtle. “C’mon, try it out.”
Donnie caught the broad stick… paddle, was more like it. Or shield… He tried spinning it. Naturally, it had no balance, not made to be spun. To a ninja, anything can be a weapon, he remembered Splinter teaching them. A couple calculations later, and he managed to find its center of gravity. He gave it a quick flip to test it out, then gave his rival a malicious grin.
Casey pitched Donnie his skull-styled mask. “Put that on… Wouldn’t want to accidentally improve your looks,” he teased. “Not everybody can pull this look off as well as Casey Jones.”
Donnie strapped it on, and spent a couple minutes trying to figure out how to get it on over his beak and still be able to see through the eye holes, but he made it work in the end. “Close enough, I guess.” He dropped down onto the subway tracks, facing Casey.
“I’ll go easy on you,” Casey promised.
“Don’t do me any favors,” Don commented back snidely.
Casey shot a puck directly for him, and Donnie deflected it easily. Jones shot three more in rapid succession. Donnie whirled the goal stick, blocking each of the pucks in turn. Casey dumped several more pucks out of his bag.
“Okay, Donnie… The difficulty level just went up!”
“Bring it!” Donnie called back triumphantly.
Jones blasted several shots at the turtle, each blocked by the rapidly-spinning goal stick, a number of them sailing back in Casey’s direction, so that he had to dodge.
“Ack! Cease fire! Cease fire!” April called, defending herself with the damp rags, holding them up in front of her as pucks flew past.
“Oop… Sorry, April!” Donnie said, tipping the mask up off his face. He returned the stick and mask to Casey, helping pick up all the deflected pucks.
“Welcome back, Red… D, that was wicked! I wish we could get you on the team… we’d be unstoppable! Granted, some of that might be considered high-sticking, but… no big.” The two of them fist-bumped.
“C’mon, guys… let’s finish this up. Mikey’s ‘saving’ us some pizza, so you know it’s not actually going to last very long.”
“Right,” Donnie agreed, resuming his place on the platform, catching the rag April tossed to him and draping it over his beak. Then, connecting to her again, he watched Casey work through her eyes. “It’s looking good… I’m impressed, Jones.”
“Yeah… it’s a pity more people don’t have shells… I could start a burning parlor or something.”
“Well, you’ve got a potential customer in Mikey…”
April scoffed. “You think you could get Mikey to sit still long enough to get this done?”
Donnie thought for a second. “Give him a stack of comic books and tell him he has chores to do, and he’ll be motionless for hours.”
They all had a laugh at this, and then Casey called for silence. “Okay, shut up, no laughing… I gotta concentrate on this part or I’m gonna screw it up.” …which, of course, set off a vicious circle of contagious giggles among them, especially between the two synergists, who kept sharing amusing mental images with each other. Casey eventually got fed up with them setting each other off. “Would you guys cut it out?? Now I just feel like I’m missing out on the joke! And I’m not gonna be able to make a straight line if you keep moving!” he scolded Donatello.
“All right, all right, we’ll disconnect…” Donnie conceded, mentally stepping away from April’s mind.
It took Casey another hour to finish off all the edging and small details to his satisfaction. Donnie never would have pinned him for such a perfectionist. April applauded when he declared the design finished. “Oh, Casey, it’s perfect!”
“Let me see!” Don demanded, also excited to see the end result. April linked to him again and let him look through her sight. The image was crisp, and a perfect representation of the Hamato crest, with a little extra detail. “You added a shadow,” he noticed. “Looks good. Nice job.”
“I bet Master Splinter is gonna love it! I can’t wait to show him…” April gushed. “Are you coming back with us?”
Casey ruffled his hair, then coughed at the shower of foul ash that came out of it. “Ugh… maybe I’d better just go home and shower… I smell like a concentration camp! You guys probably just as much…”
April pulled a piece of her hair out of its ponytail and held it to her nose. “Blechh! We probably all need it… And my eyes are burning…”
Donnie raised his arm to his nose and sniffed. The smell made him gag. “Man… we reek…”
“So, I’ll see you guys, what, Monday, Tuesday, for patrol?” Casey checked, hopping down from the platform.
“Probably Monday… I’ll text you,” Donnie confirmed. “See ya, man, and thanks!”
“Later!” he called, walking down to the exit at the next platform as Donnie and April headed the opposite direction, back to the lair.
Seems like you two have gotten a lot closer, she commented.
Donnie shrugged. I guess… We’ve been through a lot together, haven’t we? The fact that April being a turtle knocked Casey out of the running for her …erm, affections… certainly took the edge off their rivalry over her as well… But the shoe would be on the other foot soon enough, he knew. How jealous would he be when she was gone, he wondered? He wasn’t ready to let her go yet… but he’d have to. It was his responsibility to get her back to normal… back to her life. He wished with all his heart that she could stay… he would miss her—missed her already. That doesn’t even make any sense… you’re still here, right here, and I miss you… He tried to shake the feeling off, but it didn’t seem to want to go.
She felt his sorrow and leaned in closer to him. You act like you’ll never see me again… like I’m moving away.
He stared into her eyes. Things won’t be the same once you go back, he said, trying to keep Casey out of his thoughts. Especially after we’ve had all this.
She nodded in understanding. We’re so far beyond ‘just friends’… we can’t go back to what we were. Her heart ached in the same way his did. Oh, I don’t want to think about this… think about something else... Her mind cast about for something else, and what it came up with was wondering about having a three-way with Don and Casey. Donnie was so revulsed, he almost fell out of synergy with her. Sorry! she apologized, cramming the thought back into the depths from whence it came.
It’s fine… he thought, remembering their first intimately-shared thoughts they’d shared through their bond. At least I’m not thinking about that silhouette of Casey—Crap, now I AM thinking about it… He winced. April had already picked up on it. He wanted to hide.
April mentally drew back from him. “Maybe we shouldn’t be in each other’s head-space right now…” she said, blushing.
“Yyyeah,” he agreed, also feeling his cheeks redden.
They walked the rest of the way back in embarrassed silence, but were holding hands again by the time they reached the turnstiles.
April draped one of the wet rags over Donnie’s finished brand. “I don’t want anyone to see it until we get cleaned up properly,” she told him, ushering him to the shower at the back of the lair.
“Don’t you want to go first?” he protested.
“No, you go ahead,” she insisted, shoving him into the little stall. “I’ve gotta get my stuff together.”
He shrugged at her flightiness and removed his mask, belt and pads, draping them over the open top of the curtained stall. He yanked the chain that started the water, which flowed out of their soup-can showerhead. He stood enjoying the warmth for a couple of minutes, letting the ash and stink rinse away. He closed his eyes and stuck his face in the flow. There was always something familiar and comforting about being in the water.
With a relaxed sigh, he soaped himself down and reached for the back-brush… which was a plain scrub brush roped to a piece of broomstick. He startled as it was taken out of his hand. “April?!” he squawked, realizing she was in the stall with him.
“Shhh!” she giggled. “I decided not to wait my turn after all.” A light fragrance of musk and herbs perfumed the steamy air, and she began using the brush on his shell. “This should get rid of the smell… Sorry, it’s the least girly-smelling shampoo I’ve got…”
Still in shock, he whispered, “April, what are you doing in here?!”
“Making sure you get all of that burnt-shell smell off… every bit of it. It’s hideous,” she said, quietly enough to be covered by the sound of the water. “Then you can help wash it off of me.”
There was something about the intrusion on his privacy that made his cheeks redden again, but he stopped, wondering, why? Like he’d said to Casey, it wasn’t like they could get much more naked… Still, there would probably be hell to pay if Splinter found out, or at least endless ribbing from his brothers.
He relaxed into the wonderful feeling of April’s scrubbing as she finished his carapace and moved to more sensate areas. She had him kneel down so that she could reach his shoulders properly.
“Oh…” she said softly, “these need to come off now too…” She carefully peeled the tape from the wounds on his head. She tsked. “Damn, I was hoping they wouldn’t scar… It’s not bad, but you’ll probably always have the marks…” She caught his eye and linked with him again to show him the top and back of his head. Two light green stripes, a hand’s width apart, ran across his skull. He was probably lucky… Had Shredder not been intent on wanting to torment them, he could easily have taken Donnie’s eye with a point of his daggers. But the scars themselves didn’t bother him in the least, and when he wasn’t looking at them through April, he couldn’t even really see them.
April distracted him from this train of thought by reaching down into his shell with her bath pouf, carefully rubbing the tender areas there with it, then massaging them lightly with her fingers. He let out a soundless moan, his cock freeing itself from its enclosure as she stroked him. “Oh, you wicked, evil thing…” he whispered at her.
She grinned seductively and pulled him up to his feet, then began to make sure that even this part of him got clean. The scratchiness of the pouf along his shaft drove him insane. He bit his lip to keep from screaming out.
She sent him the mental image of what she wanted. He complied and picked her up, sliding into her as she locked her legs around his shell. Resting her against the wall, he pumped into her warm, slick insides time and again as the water streamed over them. Her hair, loose from its usual ponytail, clung to her neck in an alluring way he’d never seen before. She flipped it out of her eyes, sending droplets flying. She reached her hand over her head, using it to steady herself against the wall as she clenched her eyes shut against the welling pleasure they felt from each other. Throwing her head back, she climaxed, mouth open in a silent shriek. He bent forward, nibbling her collarbones and the top of her plastron as he prepared to release his seed into her.
How lucky am I, he thought, to be fucking the hottest turtle of all times?!
If that thought alone wasn’t enough to set him off, it was her mental moan of, Ohh, Donnie! You’re a god! as she came again along with him.
Weak-legged, he set her back on her feet, letting her shell slide down the back of the shower stall. She leaned into him, kissing his beak delicately. “Your turn,” she whispered with a seductive wiggle of her eyebrows. “All the dirty turtles need to be clean.”
She handed him the brush and a different bottle of shampoo to use on her. The front of it read, “For Dazzling Shine.” He wondered if that worked for shells as well as hair. Squirting a small amount onto the brush, he began working up a lather on the breast-like protrusions of her scutes. He was hypnotized by the way the bubbles flowed over the curves, dripping from the perky tips or flowing toward her petite cleavage. A fruity, floral aroma floated up on the steamy air. It wasn’t unpleasant, but he was glad that April had had the foresight not to use something so froofy-smelling on him.
He finished with her plastron and started on her carapace. She bent forward so he could reach the bottom side more easily. To her great amusement, he seized her by the sides of her shell and twerked her a few times. She had to muffle herself from screaming out with laughter. Then he started scrubbing her emerald skin with the pouf, working it in circles along her limbs.
He was providing her some extra pleasure, and possibly producing the most sparklingly clean cloaca in the world, when they were interrupted. “Yo, Donnie… hurry it up, wouldja?”
They both froze, blushing. “Erm… be out in a minute, Raph!” Don called back. He shut the water off. We’re screwed… he thought.
Just go, April told him, giving him a shove toward the curtain, Like it’s no big thing. Act natural.
He stepped out and snagged a towel. Raph was there, waiting, tapping his foot. “Finally!” he huffed, heading directly for the little enclosure. Donnie could only wait with bated breath as Raph went to pull the curtain back.
April exploded out of the shower, nearly colliding with Raphael as she streaked past him (literally and figuratively) with an ”Oop! Pardon me!” aimed at him as she bounded out and joined Donnie. Together, they raced into his room, laughing hysterically.
Raphael stood statue-still in the shower entrance for a moment, wondering what the hell had just happened, then gave an annoyed sigh and shook his head, going on about his business.
April gathered the turtles and Master Splinter together at the base of the steps. “Gentlemen, I present to you: Donatello’s new look!” She threw a smoke bomb to the floor, stepping aside. Donatello emerged as the smoke dissipated, his back to them to display his brand with its new, crisp definition. Leo, Mikey and Splinter clapped appreciatively. Raph slouched with his arms crossed, but gave an approving smirk.
“Are those scars going to be permanent?” Leo asked.
Mikey, who hadn’t noticed them yet, looked stunned, but enthusiastic as ever. “That is so metal…”
“I’m hoping they’ll fade in time,” April replied, “but I don’t think they’ll ever fully go away…”
Splinter stepped forward to examine the branding’s detail. “What do you think, Sensei?” Donnie asked.
“It is… very fine work,” Splinter said, choosing his words deliberately. “I am honored to have one of my sons wearing the crest of our family. Yet, I fear that it makes you a further target for Oroku Saki…”
“Sensei, he already went after Donnie because he thought the burn mark was the Hamato no kamon,” Leo defended.
“This is true,” the rat mulled, stroking his thin beard. “Shredder is not likely to reassess his initial mistake now that his mind is set. Nor is he likely to relent in his pursuit of you in specific,” he told Donnie, turning him around to speak face to face. “You must be on your guard, always, Hamato Donatello.”
Splinter had never addressed him so. Donatello straightened with pride to bear the family name. “Hai, Sensei… Otoo-san.” He bowed deeply, and Splinter returned the bow. Leonardo and Michelangelo also acknowledged their brother’s honor by bowing.
Splinter shifted his gaze to Raph. “Raphael, have you nothing to say to your brother?”
Raph smirked. “Yeah. I don’t think he’s particularly dazzling or shiny,” he quipped, tossing April’s bottle of shampoo to Donnie.
Don gave him a smug grin in return. “That’s because this is the dazzling, shiny turtle,” he said, pulling April to him by her carapace. “Isn’t she pretty?” She giggled at him as he kissed her neck. “And she smells like apples. Whereas I’m supposed to smell like…what was that, mint and…?”
“Rosemary,” April finished for him.
“Mint and rosemary,” Don reiterated. “You should try it sometime, it’s really quite refreshing.” Raph rolled his eyes and dismissed them with a “Bah,” and a flap of both hands at them as he returned to the lair’s arcade game. The others also disbanded, leaving April and Donnie to themselves.
“I got the curtains done,” April said conversationally.
“Oh yeah?” Donnie acknowledged.
She nodded. “I was gonna go out to the subway car and put them up. Want to come help me? And then we could…”
“Oh, come on… I just did you, and we just got cleaned up!”
“Please, Donnie?”
“No, Sweetie…” he told her. “I have to work on your retro-mutagen…”
She pouted at him. “But then it’ll be just me and the drill… and all that screwing…”
“I have to get this done,” he said firmly, setting his jaw. “I’m sure you can screw yourse—I mean, you can manage on your own, right?”
She sighed. “Fine… but if you change your mind, or get done early, and want to come help me, you know where I’ll be…”
He shook his head. “It’s probably going to take me the rest of the afternoon to get this done… don’t hold your breath.”
“All right, then… I guess I’m on my lonesome…” She retrieved her box of supplies from the TV bench and wandered back past him, swishing her shell exaggeratedly as she walked. “Have fun with your mutagen.”
It was tempting to go after her, especially with that tantalizing little motion of her rear, but he reined himself in… aside of watching her disappear past the gates. Shaking himself free of her spell, he headed to his lab.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” he hollered, seeing the centrifuge’s power switch in the off position again. He stuck his head out of the lab. “MIKEY!”
“What?” Michelangelo peeked out of the kitchen.
“Quit messing with my equipment!”
“I didn’t do anything!” Mike hollered back.
“I know it was you, Mikey; there’s pizza crust and grease all over the place in here!” Okay, there was just a little bit of grease and a bite of crust next to the centrifuge, but as long as he was working himself into a boiling rage, the actual details were trivial.
“I wasn’t even in there the whole day, Donnie!” Michelangelo looked pleadingly to his brothers, who were now staring wide-eyed at him. “I’ve been framed!”
Donatello stormed out of his lab. “Which one of you screw-offs keeps messing with my stuff?!”
Leo looked curiously to Raph, who gave a shocked hands-up shrug. Leo approached Donnie calmly and quietly. “Donnie, don’t you think you’re leaving someone out of the lineup?”
Donnie thought for a moment. “Who, Casey? He was with us the whole time down in the tunnels…”
“Come on, Donnie, don’t be dense…”
Raph came up behind Leo. “I think he doesn’t want to consider her ‘cause it would be too inconvenient for him,” he assessed.
The word ‘her’ caught his attention. His jaw dropped. “April?! You’re accusing AprilI?! But… that’s preposterous… What reason would she have? This is her cure!”
Leo aimed a look at him. “You’d better ask her that, then.”
Donatello looked back and forth at his brothers’ faces, hoping to find some hint of doubt, some string of logic they had all missed, some trace of guilt in one of their faces. But there was nothing.
Raph snapped his fingers, pointing. “She was in here earlier, while you guys were off burning your shell. Mikey, she got some pizza from you didn’t she?”
Mikey nodded. “Yeah. Oh my gosh, do you know what this means?!” he said excitedly.
Raph and Leo exchanged a look. “What?” Leo said, wondering if he actually wanted to hear the answer or not.
“There’s still two pieces of peanut-butter and pickled herring pizza left in the fridge! Dibs!” He dashed off as his brothers groaned.
Leonardo looked back to Donnie. “Please tell me you’re not going to be in denial about this too…”
Donnie steeled himself. “No. I’ll confront her about it. But I want to catch her in the act, to make absolutely sure it’s her.”
Night fell. The two of them curled up against each other in their habitual way. Donnie closed his eyes, but focused himself on not sleeping. Hours later, holding himself in a meditative state, he felt April move. She rose and exited the room. As she left, his eyes popped open, shining white in the darkness.
April tiptoed into the lab, peeking around cautiously to make sure none of the others were about, and switched off the centrifuge.
“Do you want to tell me why you keep sabotaging your own cure?” a firm voice behind her said. She jumped and let out a startled shriek, which she muffled with both hands. For once, her power of detection had failed her… perhaps because she hadn’t aimed it at the ceiling.
Whirling on him, she whispered angrily, “Donnie! What’re you doing?! You scared the crap out of me! You’re supposed to be in bed!” Her tone switched from startled to seductive. “But, you know, if you want to help me get back to sl—”
He scowled at her. “Don’t try to change the subject… April, what are you doing? You know I’ll never be able to make your retro-mutagen if I don’t process enough of this…”
She bit her lip, turning her head away from him as she spoke. “Buying myself some time.”
“What? Why?”
She steeled herself, trying to keep her voice low, though she stamped a foot on the floor.. “Because I don’t want to go!” Donnie blinked at her, jaw working as if he couldn’t find the right question to ask, so she continued. “I want to stay here, with you! But nobody is going to let me… not Splinter, not Dad… not you…” Her eyes started brimming over with tears. “Everybody expects that I want to go back and lead my normal life again, but I don’t want that anymore! And nobody is going to listen, because, ‘oh, she’s just sixteen, she can’t know what’s good for her; she can’t know what she wants out of life yet!’ But I do! Why does everybody else get a say in what happens to me, and my vote gets overruled? Why do they think they know what’s best for me?! I’ve met my soul-mate—my literal soul-mate—and they won’t let us be together. Even you are planning to send me away.”
Donnie was floored. “Oh, Sweetheart… “ He gathered her up in his arms. “Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you say something?!” He rocked back and forth with her in an almost dance-like motion. “And this is why you’re avoiding synergy with me?”
She nodded guiltily. “I’ve always been a ‘good girl,’ worked hard, gotten good grades, did what I was supposed to… and now I’m expected to be a ‘good girl’ and go along with this… Goddammit, I don’t want to be a good girl anymore! All it means is that I lose out on my own life!”
“We all just want what’s best for you… you know that. But maybe we’ve been overlooking what you think is best for you.” He nuzzled her neck lovingly. “I’m sorry. I thought it was what you wanted… the only reason I let you go in the first place is because I didn’t want you to be trapped down here, and the same applies to turning you back human. I want you to be free!”
“Free… though apparently not free to make my own choices!” she scoffed.
“All you had to do was tell us… Your dad and Splinter, Casey, they’ll understand.” Donnie set his jaw. “They might not like it, but we’ll at least make them see your side of things. And ultimately, it’ll be your decision.” He turned her to face him. “I’m not going to turn you back unless you want me to. Let me finish making your retro-mutagen, so at least we have it, and we’ll lock it up in the fridge in the lab so only you and me have access to it, hm? No one is going to change you back without your permission.”
She looked up into his eyes, tears of joy dancing in the corners of her own. She sought confirmation through their link, that he truly, honestly meant what he said. Every word, he confirmed. I promise.
He clung to the hope that she would work through her nymphomania, the way Kafka had burned through his insanity eventually. Of course she would… she could manage… couldn’t she? It wasn’t as if it was doing anyone harm…
“Oh, Donnie!” she cried, leaping up to kiss him. He spun her in a careful circle and set her down. She reached over to the centrifuge and turned it back on. Its motor resumed its low hum. She regarded it for a second. “Do you suppose the noise would cover….?”
He gave her an evil, desirous look. “Only one way to find out!” He grabbed her by the carapace and swung her to the floor, easing himself down on top of her. It was convenient having a girlfriend with handles.
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