I enjoy using my OC Katherine and throwing her and the turtles in different situations. So please enjoy!

A/N Don't own the turtles.

Also, some very adult situations in this chapter.

Chapter 1

Donatello furiously drove through the streets. He knew he should slow down, there was no one chasing him, he was just upset.

Humiliation and hurt burned through him. He tried to force the images of what had just happened out of his head, but he couldn't.

Candace was leaving the University where she was a student. She was a Biology major, but he didn't know specifically what her master's thesis was regarding.

Donatello followed her as he usually did. She didn't know who he was. Yet. He was hoping to reveal himself to her. He knew she was intelligent and he thought she was pretty, with her short brown hair and dark brown eyes. She had an olive skin tone that made Donatello believe that she had to have Mediterranean ancestry of some sort.

The important thing though, was that her mind was very scientific. He knew if he was able to explain to her what he was and who he was, that maybe, she would be able to accept him. He hoped for friendship, but wanted more. Not only was he missing April, who had married Casey the previous year, but he had realized with watching his friend, that he was lonely. That was the only way he could describe how he was feeling. He craved the companionship, but it was more than that. He wanted some sort of physical contact with a woman. He wanted to be able to touch a woman, not in just friendship, and he wanted to be touched in return.

Donatello pushed the accelerator closer to the truck's floor as he recalled the disastrous evening.

Candace had looked over her shoulder as if she had felt his presence, but he had stayed well out of sight, the shadows and the darkness concealing him. He wasn't sure if tonight would be the night, but he knew it was going to have to be soon because he was beginning to feel like a stalker.

Donatello frowned as a shadow skirted at tree and stealthily approached Candace from behind.

Candace must have sensed that there was something wrong because she quickened her pace as she searched for a crowd of people, but there was no one. The campus was deserted at this time of night.

She turned quickly to confront her attacker. She screamed as he grabbed at her.

"Leave her alone." He said as he slid from his hiding spot.

"Yeah, you gonna make me?" The thug asked as he held a knife to her throat. "Come on girlie, give me all the money you got." He said, turning his attention away from him.

"Big mistake." He said as he lashed out with his bo. The thug stumbled back in surprise as he let Candace go. She stumbled a little ways away. He twirled his bo. The thug took one look at him and ran.

Donatello gave a grim smile. Dealing with petty thieves was better than dealing with most of the criminals he usually dealt with. At least the petty theives were smart enough to run.

He turned to leave. "Wait!" Candace called out to him.

He froze pulling the ball cap further over his eyes which were shaded with sunglasses. With the hood of his hoodie pulled up over his head he knew he didn't look any more trustworthy than the thug that had just tried to rob her. He slid his bo through the leather holder he wore over his shoulder.

"Thank you." Candace said a little breathlessly.

"Are you okay?" He asked, hoping his gentle voice would ally any fears she may have of him.

"Yes, thanks to you." She said with a smile.

He smiled in return. "My name's Donny." He said to her.

"Candace. " She said as she reached out a hand. "I owe you a coffee or something." She said smiling at him.

He paused, wondering if he should take her hand, which would reveal that he wasn't human. He took a chance and took her hand.

She frowned and looked down at her hand. She let go of his hand a, brittle smile still on her face. "Thank you..um...Donny." She said as she took a step back. "You know, I really have to go." She said as she took another careful step backwards, as if she were afraid to turn her back to him.

Then she ran. He didn't chase her, he wasn't even sure what she thought he was, but the rejection had hurt. The only thing he was thankful for was that she hadn't screamed.

Donatello pulled into the long circular driveway. He frowned as he looked in shock at where he had driven himself. He hadn't even realized he had driven for so long.

He stared at the house in shock and wondered what he was thinking. He knew he didn't want to go home, because he hadn't wanted his brothers poking and proding him with questions on what he was doing and what had happened.

He didn't really understand what he was feeling himself, let alone how he could explain it to his brothers. And even if he did tell his brothers that he had wanted to meet a human girl, he was sure their reactions wouldn't be supportive. Probably the opposite.

He got out of the car and looked up at the darkened Victorian. He should have driven to April and Casey's. But if he was honest with himself he knew it wasn't April he wanted to talk to. April would have just tried to tell him that there was a woman out there for him, that he would find someone eventually. But he didn't need to hear yhe lies that were said just to make him feel better. He wanted someone to tell him the truth.

He slowly made his way to the front door. He rang the doorbell and wondered what time it was. He hadn't paid much attention to the clock but he figured it must be aclose to midnight or later.

He regretted ringing the doorbell and coming all this way, but it was too late now. The light in the foyer flicked on and he heard the sound of the door being unlocked.

The door opened revealing a petite young woman with tousled reddish, blonde-brown hair that fell around and past her shoulder in glorious waves and curls. She was wearing a mid-thigh, pale blue silk robe of some sort. Her pale skin shone in the moonlight, cupids bow lips pulled into a worried frown, green eyes alert and full of worry.

"Donatello, what's wrong? What happened? Are your brothers okay? Is Raphael...?" She left the last question unfinished.

Donatello realized that his showing up alone in the middle of the night would understandably give her the impression that something had happened to his family. After all, they hadn't had contact with her for over 6 months, ever since she and Raphael had broken up.

"They're fine Katherine, everyone is fine." He assured her.

She stared at him a moment and moved out of the way, ushering him into the brightly lit, richly appointed foyer.

She took his coat and bo and he followed her into the living room. He sat down on the couch and marvelled at how such a richly furnished room, somehow managed to be comfortable. Dark wood paneling, rich red velvet and leather chairs were scattered about the room. Gilt framed pictures lined the dark red walls of the living room.

Katherine took a seat across from him. He studied her. He had actually forgotten how pretty she was. Even sleep tousled, she was still breathtaking.

"What is the matter Donatello?" She questioned him.

He let out a puff of breath. He didn't even know where to begin. His eyes flicked to hers again. Gone was the worry, instead she was looking back at him with mild curiosity.

Donatello realized then that he actually had no idea why Raphael and Katherine had broken up. He hadn't really paid too much attention to their relationship. She had been around, she hadn't been bothersome in any way. He enjoyed talking to her, and spending time with her, but he hadn't spent that much time with her. He had been engrossed in improving the security of their home as well as working on other projects. But he still considered her a friend and her presence and company he had missed.

All he knew was that one day she was gone, and Raphael was...different. He couldn't even describe how his brother was different, just that he was. The only thing that had changed that was actually noticeable was that Raphael's temper was gone. He no longer yelled or raged around the lair. If Leonardo asked Raphael to do something or not to do something, Raphael actually listened.

Donatello frowned. When Donatello had actually realized that Katherine wasn't coming around anymore he had asked Raphael where she was. He had told him that they had broken up, but that it was mutual. He hadn't really given it much thought until now, that perhaps it wasn't as mutual as he had thought.

"Why did you and Raph break up?" He asked her.

She blinked in shock. "You came all the way out here at 1 in the morning to ask me that?" She asked him.

"No." He said shaking his head.

Katherine studied him for a moment. "Does this have anything to do with Raphael?" She asked him.

He shook his head.

"Then why are you here Donatello?" She asked him.

He gave her a pained expression as he remembered his disastrous meeting with Candace.

"Women troubles Donatello?" She asked him as she stood.

He looked at her in surprise.

"There is only one reason a man get a look on his face like you have on yours, and that is because of a woman." She said as she walked over to a sideboard. She pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"I don't drink." He said with a shake of his head.

She smiled at him as she poured two glasses. "I know you, I don't really drink either Donatello, but you'll like it. Trust me, the occasion calls for it." She said as she handed him the glass of pinkish wine.

He took a tentative sip and was surprised by the sweet fruity flavour. It was good. He took another sip and held the glass in his hand.

Katherine lounged in the chair across from him.

He told her about what had happened with Candace. Katherine didn't interrupt or ask him any questions, just sipped at her wine, listening to him tell of the embarrassing circumstances that had led him to her door.

"The only thing I don't understand Donatello, is why you ended up here?" She asked him as she poured him another glass of wine.

He stared at the pink liquid and took another gulp. "Because you are the only woman any of us has encountered that didn't think we were repulsive." He said with a hint of anger that shocked him.

She blinked at him and smiled. "So that is why you didn't go to April, because she was only ever your friend and has never thought of you as anything more?" She questioned.

He frowned in thought. "I wanted the truth." He said to her. "April would just try to make me feel better. I knew you would tell me the truth." He said as he looked at his empty glass.

Katherine sighed as she straightened, placing her elbows on her knees, dangling the wine glass between her fingers. "Donatello, you aren't repulsive. None of you are. But are you human? No. And that is a huge problem." She said as she stood and walked over to him. She kneeled on the ground in front of him. "Another huge obstacle is that because of who and what you are, you keep yourselves hidden. And your lives are dangerous, though things have seemed to have calmed down in recent years, but there is still a small chance that anyone you are with would possibly be targeted by your enemies." She said reasonably.

"Is that why you and Raph broke up?" He asked her.

"No." She said with a shake of her head.

"How come you didn't run when you found Raph?" He asked softly.

"Because your brother was being beaten to a bloody pulp by a bunch of Purple Dragon thugs."

Donatello frowned and nodded. He remembered. His fuzzy mind recalled that Raphael had been running the rooftops with the rest of them, looking into some heightened Dragon activity.

They had been separated when they had been attacked. Leonardo had called a retreat and they had scattered, all heading back to the lair. Only, Raphael hadn't made it back.

They had been about to launch a rescue mission when Raphael had been brought in, partially conscious, by Katherine. Raphael had been trapped in a dead-end alley with 15 armed thugs attacking him. Katherine had stumbled upon his brother and managed to frighten them off by using her phone to produce the sound of approaching police cars.

Raphael had been badly injured, but he had been conscious enough to give directions to the lair, which meant that he had been too badly injured to realize what a bad idea that was. He had divulged the location of their home to a complete and total stranger. Luckily that stranger had been Katherine.

Raphael was bandaged up, and Katherine had stuck around while his brother healed. Raphael had fallen hard for the beautiful, intelligent woman who was kneeling in front of him.

They had learned that Katherine was 21, and Canadian, but had family here in New York. She came from money, but you would never guess that her family owned several successful businesses. She was more focused on her schooling. She had already managed to complete her Masters in Archaeology, specifically in Egyptian Archaeology.

She had to be around 22 or 23 by now he supposed, since she and Raphael had gone out for about a year. She had gone on a few Archaeological digs while they had been going out, which had sent her halfway across the world for months at a time. Which he supposed hadn't helped their relationship any.

"Why aren't you in Egypt?" He asked fuzzily.

Her eyebrows rose. "Have you been reading the news. Egypt is in chaos, or it was, but it still isn't very stable at the moment."

He nodded. He did stay current with the news, usually. Leonardo usually told him what was going on in the world, since he tended to space out for weeks at a time.

"So I'm working at the American Museum of Natural History right now. And lucky for you, it's Friday, so I don't have to work tomorrow." She continued.

"How don't you find us repulsive?" He asked, returning to his original line of thought.

"Because you aren't Donatello. Just because you aren't human doesn't make you repulsive. I happen to find all of you very attractive. Believe it or not, perceptions of beauty or attractiveness can change. Someone who is beautiful may become less attractive when you get to know them because you don't like their personality. A person who was not as attractive can become more attractive once you get to know them better." She said reasonably. "But the problem is that your first initial meeting face to face with any human is going to result in shock and horror."

"So why weren't you horrified?" He asked.

She just shrugged. "I processed the information that Raphael wasn't human and discarded it as unimportant, because he needed help, no matter what or who he was." SHe smiled then. "And your brother didn't nickname me Kitten just because I'm small. He said I was too curious for my own good, curious like a kitten."

Donatello nodded. "Candace is a science major. She should have rationally been able to come to the same conclusion that you did. Her innate scientific curiosity should have overrode any fear or horror she should have felt." He said to her.

"Humans are human, no matter how rationally they should act, those pesky emotions and fight or flight chemicals get in the way." She pointed out with a half smile.

"So you are saying that it is impossible?" He asked in a soft voice.

"It isn't impossible Donatello. Just..." She frowned in thought as she drank the last bit of her wine. "Let me put this in terms that you can understand. You know how lotteries are like a million to one odds?"

"The odds vary depending on how many tickets are sold and the number of numbers needed to win the actual grand prize." He said, correcting her.

"Donatello, math is your thing, people are mine so shush and let me finish my thought." She said as she placed a finger over his lips. "What was I getting at again? Right. it was just an example. Anyway, my point is that people still win the lottery. No matter the odds, there is still that chance that you could win." She removed her finger.

"By that logic then, Raphael already won, which means the chances of me or any of my brothers winning again are zero." He said with a shake if his head.

"That isn't true Donatello."

"Sure it is Katherine." He said putting his glass on the ground. "I mean, is it so wrong to want a companion? Is it wrong to want someone who won't shudder at the thought of touching me?" He asked desperately.

"Of course not Donatello." She said as she lay a comforting hand on his cheek. "All of you deserve someone to love, and someone who will love you in return." She said softly.

He turned his head away in irritation. "Katherine, I'm 28 years old. Me and my brothers have met a few woman, most of them alien or mystical, but they didn't stick around. And it has been years since any of us has met any new women. I think you are the only one we have met within the past 7 years." He said with a shake of his head. "I'm going to die a miserable, lonely, virgin turtle." He said as he slumped on the couch.

Katherine looked down at his empty glass. "How many of those did I give you?" She asked.

He shrugged. "Two?" He questioned. Katherine picked up the empty wine bottle. "Two and a bit, I would say. Coffee time I think." She said as she stood. He wobbly stood and followed her to the kitchen.

He slumped into a chair at the kitchen table. He looked around. Nothing had changed since he had been here last. He and his brothers had spent quite a bit of time here. Usually he was out in the garage tinkering with something. Leonardo had used the space outside to train, since the property was huge and densely wooded. Michelangelo had played video games and watched really bad movies, and Raphael had hung around with Katherine, doing whatever it was that they did together.

"Why'd you and Raph break up?" He asked again.

"Ask Raphael." She said as she put a pot of coffee on to brew.

He frowned. "I should call April." He pulled his cell out of his pocket and quickly dialled April's number.

"Hello?" A groggy voice answered.

"Hey April. How are you?" He asked in a distinctly slurred voice. He frowned. He was a little more intoxicated than he thought he was.

"Donny? What's wrong?" She asked in concern.

"Nothin', just cover for me kay? I'm at your place." He told her.

"Wait , Donny, where are you, and why do you sound drunk?"

"It's a secret." He said with a giggle. "And 'm probably drunk. " He thought about it. "Yup 'm drunk, but 'm with a friend. Kay? Didn't mean to wake you. Night." He said as he hung up on April's protests.

"Should call Leo." He said with a nod as he called his brother. The last thing he needed was for his brothers to launch a full out search party for him. Of course it wasn't as if he could tell his brothers where he was. Raphael had made it clear that he hadn't wanted to talk about Katherine, or even hear her name mentioned in conversation. Which had meant that all communication with Katherine had been effectively cut off. He was actually surprised that Katherine hadn't shut the door right in his face.

"Donny?" Leonardo's voice was worried.

Donatello decided that he would try not to act drunk. "Hey Leo!" He said in a happy exuberant voice.

"Are you okay we have been worried sick! It's all I've been able to do to keep Raphael here in the lair and not out searching for you!" His brother said the worry in his voice beginning to leak anger.

"Sorry Leo. I'm fine! I'm with April. I'll talk to you in the morning kay, bye." He said as he hung up.

"If you were going for not intoxicated, I think you failed." Katherine pointed out as she set a steaming cup of coffee in front of him.

He took a sip and sighed. That is what he had been missing. Katherine had always brought him over the best coffee. He had run out a while ago. He frowned. In fact, now that he thought about it, he had been drinking crappy coffee and eating crap again. Katherine had cooked quite a bit when she was around, and now their fridge was full of takeout.

He took another sip of the coffee. "Didn't want Leo to worry. If he thinks I'm drunk that's fine, 'slong as he thinks I'm with April."

Katherine frowned at him. "Why didn't you just tell them you were here?" She asked in confusion.

"Cause Raph wouldn't' like it." He slurred.

"Ah." She said with a nod. "I suppose that is why I haven't heard from any of you since we broke up."

"Bro's before hos." He said with a giggle.

"Drink your coffee Donatello." She said with a shake of her head. "And eat this." She said as she placed a sandwich in front of him.

He ate the sandwich as he tried to get his mind thinking logically again.

"How is Raphael anyway?" She asked him.

He shrugged. "Quiet." He said.

Katherine contemplated this answer and nodded.

"You were with Raphael, right?" He said as his mind was grasping at something he couldn't quite understand yet.

"Yes?" She said as she frowned.

He frowned. "I mean, you weren't repulsed by Raph were you?"

"Are you talking physically?" She asked in confusion.

"Yes." He said with a nod.

"No."

"Why not?" He asked. "I mean. Our skin is cold and textured." He said looking at his hand. "And we're green and have a shell."

Katherine grabbed at his hand. "Donatello. Yes your skin is cool to the touch, but you aren't freezing cold. Great for summers." She said with a smile. "And yes your skin is textured, but I enjoy the texture. The shell," She shrugged. "You get used to it."

"So you and Raph actually had sex?" He asked as the question slipped out of his mouth before his mind could filter it.

Katherine studied him. "Yes Donatello." She said with a nod.

He finished off his sandwich and cup of coffee. He felt himself beginning to sober up.

"Starting to feel better?" She asked him.

He nodded. "Thank you." He said to her as she stood up and took his plate and cup to the sink.

He contemplated her. "Do you find me attractive?" He asked her as she stood at the sink.

She turned to him and smiled at him. "Of course I do Donatello. I find you and all of your brothers attractive." She said as she walked back to the table.

He stood up and looked down at her. He lightly touched her cheek.

She froze as she looked at him. He wasn't sure what her thoughts were, she was too hard to read, but she didn't flinch back.

"I forgot how pretty you are." He said softly.

"Uh...are you feeling okay? She asked him.

"This doesn't bother you?" He asked as he traced the line of her jaw. Her skin was like soft velvet.

"It doesn't bother me, no. I am just not sure what you are doing." She told him honestly.

He smiled. Katherine was honest to a fault. He could ask her anything and she would tell him the truth, even if it hurt. "I'm not sure." He said as he brushed her cheek with his thumb.

He pulled her close and buried his face in her neck. She smelled like some sort of flower and wine. Her arms went around him as she gave him a comforting hug.

"You aren't going to die miserable and alone Donatello." She said into his ear.

"Yes I am Katherine." He said with a sigh. "But maybe I don't have to go a lifetime without knowing what it is like." He said as his alcohol induced brain began clicking pieces together.

Katherine pulled away slightly and frowned at him in confusion.

"You aren't seeing anyone are you?" He asked as he twirled a curl around his finger. He was surprised at how silky and soft it was.

"No." She said as she waited for him to continue with whatever thought was banging around in his head.

"I want to know." He said softly, burying his face in her neck again.

"You want to know what?" She asked him softly.

"I want to know what it's like to touch a woman, to be touched by a woman." He said as his snout brushed against her neck.

"Donatello..." She began, but he cut her off.

"You are the only woman I know who isn't repulsed by what I am, or married." He said as he buried his fingers into her silky mass of waves and curls.

"Donatello, please succinctly spell out what it is that you want from me." She said to him.

He frowned as he tried to understand what he wanted. "I want to have sex with you." He said bluntly.

He felt her tense and he realized that perhaps he shouldn't have been so blunt. He hadn't even realized he was going to say what he had said until the words had come out of his mouth. In fact, he was pretty sure that when he fully sobered up, he was going to be painfully embarrassed by this conversation. But right now, it made perfect sense to him.

"You are asking me, your brother's ex-girlfriend, to have sex with you?" She asked quietly.

He rolled her question around in his head. That was what he was asking right? "Yes." He said with a nod.

"You realize that sex will not take away the loneliness, right?" She asked him.

He took a deep breath of her flowery scent. "Mmhmm." He mumbled as he pulled her closer, his arms going around her waist.

"I think you need a few more cups of coffee to sober up Donatello." She said in a voice that was slightly strained.

"I Won't be brave enough when I'm sober." He said as he said as his mouth grazed her neck.

Her breathing hitched a little. "I don't want you to..." She moaned softly as he nipped at her ear. "Regret anything when you sober up Donatello." She said as she pushed him away. "Sex is sex. And you can't ever go back to not knowing what sex feels like."

"I just want one night." He asked her. "One night of not feeling like I am some freak of nature. Just one night of physical contact with another person. Is that so much to ask?" He asked her desperately. "I just want to feel..." His mind attempted to grasp the word and the feeling. "Wanted." He finished softly.

She gave him a searching look. "You aren't dying are you?" She asked him.

He frowned and shook his head. "No, why?" He asked as his brain tried to make sense of her question.

"It is just very unlike you to be this fatalistic Donatello." She said to him. "You are acting like this is your only chance and you are never going to have another."

"We have a lot of enemies Katherine. It means that none of us expect to live to a very ripe old age." He replied softly.

"Okay." She said with a nod of her head as she gently touched his cheek. "Okay." She said as she took his hand and led him upstairs and into her bedroom.

Donatello looked around her bedroom, the full impact of what he was asking and what he was about to do, still not really sinking in.

Her bed was rumpled which meant that she had been sleeping before he had woken her up.

She pulled him into the bathroom. She filled a large glass with water and handed it to him. "Here, drink this and go pee."

He took the glass in confusion. "Unless you want to be in a world of hurt tomorrow you have to rehydrate, and you drank over two glasses of wine, you have to pee." She said as she left the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

He realized that she was right. He used the bathroom and drank the glass of water. He walked out of the bathroom and found Katherine standing by her window. The faint light of the bedside lamp lighting the room.

"Feel better?" She asked him. He nodded. "Are you still sure..?" She left her question unfinished.

He walked over to her and pulled her close. He didn't want to think, because if he stopped to think, he may just realize how very wrong and bad of an idea this was.

"What do I do?" He whispered.

"Kiss me, touch me." She said softly in his ear.

He pulled away slightly. He buried his hands in her hair. Her hair fascinated him. He didn't have any of course, but he had never realized how soft it was, or how good it smelled.

He leaned in and kissed her, gently at first because he had never kissed anyone before. Her lips were warm and soft and she tasted of wine and honey. His kiss became more urgent. He left her lips to explore her neck again. His hands left the confines of her hair and trailed down her back. He got braver and slid his hands down until he cupped her ass. He pulled her more firmly to him. He was hard already hard.

His hands slipped around as he quickly untied her robe, letting the soft fabric pool to the ground. She was naked except for her underwear.

He slid his hands down her back. He felt goose bumps form on her flesh. He picked her up in his arms and walked the two steps to her bed. He lay her down and looked at her, his eyes roving over her body. He leaned down and kissed her again. His hand trailed down and brushed her breast. She moaned a little into his mouth. He trailed kisses down her neck, stopping at her breasts. He gave a tentative lick and then a light nip to the sensitive area.

Katherine gasped. His eyes darted to hers, but she only looked back at him with darkened, lust filled eyes.

He continued downwards, lightly kissing her belly and hip bones. He slid her underwear off and threw them on the floor. He gently spread her legs. He gave a tentative lick and revelled in the taste of her. He continued his ministractions to this sensitive area before finally pushing a finger inside her moist warm depths. He began a slow, steady rhythm. She moaned as she clutched at his shoulders. "Donatello, please." She said as she pulled him up. He claimed her mouth again in a searing kiss.

It hit him then that this woman wanted him, actually wanted his touch, his kiss. He was making her body wet with need. This thought sent a hot flash of need, lust and desire through him.

He paused as he realized that he had no idea what he was doing. "Don't think Donatello." She said as she gently stroked his hardened length through his jeans. "Clothes off. Now." She ordered as she pulled his shirt off. He clumsily removed his jeans and underwear.

She guided him and he sheathed himself completely within her in one smooth thrust. He paused for a moment as a let the pleasurable sensation drift around him. She rocked her hips impatiently. He groaned as pleasure began building as he began a steady rhythm. Katherine's nails dug into his shoulders. He adjusted his position pulling her leg up and allowing himself better access. His pace increased as he felt himself teeter on the edge of orgasm. She moaned his name which sent him over the edge.

He moaned as his orgasm rode through him. He lowered himself so that he was laying on top of her. He felt oddly spent. He felt more tired than when Master Splinter used to work them for hours, training to do their Katas.

He closed his eyes as he revelled in Katherine's warmth.

"Off." She ordered.

He groaned and slid to the side.

"Come on, let's get cleaned up." She said as she pulled him from the bed. He groaned a protest again. He wanted to sleep. His alcohol induced brain was indicating to him that he was officially calling it a night.

Katherine pulled him to the bathroom. SHe walked over to the shower and started it up. She stepped in and he watched as the water cascaded down and caressed every pale, perfect, feminine part of her body.

His brain may have been ready to call it a night, but his body had other ideas. He strode to the shower and stepped in. He pushed Katherine against the cool tile of the shower.

He roughly claimed her mouth and picked her up. Her legs went around his waist as he used the shower wall to support him and he plunged himself inside her.

They finally managed to have a shower and make it back to her bed. Donatello fell into a barely conscious heap beside Katherine.

"Goodnight Donatello. I hope you don't regret what happened." Katherine said softly.

He made a noncommittal noise as he fell into a deep sleep.

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