Leonardo
You were asleep on the couch with Leo, while he watched Space Heroes. He glanced down at you, leaning on his plastron and breathing steady.
You yawned and stretched, causing your shirt to ride up and expose your stomach. Leo blushed and tried to pull it back down, but his large green fingers brushed against your skin and you giggled, curling up in his arms. Leo finally pulled down your shirt, but, a little to far. Leo sighed in frustration, his shell tightening, and just covered you with a blanket.

But that wasn't the last of it.

The next day, you were cleaning his room. It wasn't a complete mess, like Mikey's, but you thought a bit of dusting wouldn't hurt (most of you probably wouldn't do this of your own free will, so.. just go along).
You needed to dust the shelf in Leo's closet, above his shrine (chuckle). Of course you couldn't reach it, so you called Leo to help you.

"Babe, can you lift me up so I can clean that?" You smiled, pointing to the shelf.
Leo blushed, nodding shyly.
You were wearing a tank top and short shorts, with your hair was up in a messy bun, and a few loose strands were around your face. You looked really really cute to Leo.
He shuffled over and lifted you up by the waist, and a small delighted shriek escaped your lips. You got to cleaning, not knowing the Leo was having some trouble. He wanted to kiss you so bad. He had no idea what to do. Be a gentleman? Or give in to his desires?

"Ok Babe, I'm done. Thanks." You smile, giving him a short kiss when he lowered you down. Which for Leo, felt like you were teasing him.

"U-uh.. S-Sugar?" You turned back to Leo, and all Leo could do was bite his lip, and hope you weren't weirded out. "C-could I kiss you?"

You fought the giant grin trying to surface, and replied, "I thought I just gave you one?"

Leo blushed, twiddling his fingers and stepping closer.
"Y-yeah, but.. I wanna give you another one.." his voice was low, and very hot. You bit your lip, and grinned.

"I don't see how I could refuse you." You giggled. Then you were suddenly pinned to the wall, participating in the most passionate kiss of all time, you thought. In a drunk daze, you realize Leo had swept you up and carried you to his bed, pressing multiple, hungry kisses to your lips.

"You.. have got... to.. stop being.. so stinkin'.. cute!" Leo huffs, breathless, as were you, before kissing you again.

Donatello
(Crud crud crud crud crud, what am I about to do?!)
So, Donnie. Yeah..

Nothing happened!
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Ok, ok.

You were always pretty to Donnie, always.
With that being said, he had never seen you dress up.
April was hosting a party, and invited you all. So, you went.

You decided to wear a purple dress that went to your mid- calf, dark purple heels (not super high, you didn't want to break your neck), and light makeup.
When you walked out of that room, whoo, Donnie was shocked. You were, as he thought, smoking. He, in human form, dressing in a purple t-shirt and brown skinny jeans with a denim jacket. He looked hot. You were definitely gonna keep an eye on him.

Arriving to the party (with the other turtles in human form, and the girls), the entire block was vibrating with music. Good thing it was a Friday night.
You all made your way up, greeted by April, wearing a short red dress. Casey was there too, trying to flirt with as many girls a possible.

You tried to stay in a group, like Leo suggested, but eventually you and the girls drifted off with your boys, talking, dancing, laughing, all good stuff.
You were talking with this boy, discussing a book you both read, when he got too close for comfort. You backed away, but he just followed you, until you backed into Donnie. He placed a protective arm around your waist, glaring at the boy.

"Please leave my girlfriend alone, or else you'll be leaving with a severe limp."
The boy backed off, and you sighed in relief, until Donnie grabbed your hand and pulled you to a closet.
"We need to leave." He demanded, flipping on the light. You furrowed your brow in confusion, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Why?"

Donnie didn't answer, just stared at you, then started blushing. You raised an eyebrow, still not getting it.

"B-because.. we need to." Donnie fiddled with the ends of his sleeve. You stepped closer, even though that was near impossible in the cramped closet, and made him look at you by lifting his pale chin with your index finger.

"What going on Donnie?"

He couldn't take it anymore. He slammed forward, pinning you to the wall and kissing you roughly. After a moment, you stopped him, and he blushed, looking down shamefully. To his surprise, you switched off the HW and pulled him back for a kiss, his clothes ripping off as he returned to his natural form.

"We... might.. have.. a slight.. problem.." Donnie remarked breathlessly between kisses. You silenced him with another kiss, and another, and another, and Donnie soon forgot what he was worried about, and where he was. All he knew was he was in a intense make out session with you.

Soon the girls found you and Donnie sitting in the closet together, your lips red and swollen, and Donnie's neck holding one or two hickeys. When everyone was gone, you were able to leave with the others, blushing.

Raphael
Raph was actually turned on by you more often then you'd think, but he could usually get it under control.

Today, not so much.

It started out normally, you woke up and had breakfast, hung out, did this, did that. Only today, you were going swimming.
(Cue the, 'oh gawd' comments)

At first, Raph didn't want to go, saying that the watches would malfunction or something, but Donnie quickly fixed that, making the watches waterproof, so Raph had no choice but to go.

At the pool, Raph was waiting outside the girls changing rooms, wearing red swim shorts with flames. You came out in a bright red one piece with your hair in a high ponytail. Raph's jaw dropped harder than a mic.

"Uh, Sweetheart, don't ya think you might wanna.. I don't know, cover up!" Raph suggested, ushering you to a supply closet (what's with the closets?!).

"Wh-why, do I not look ok?" You asked, hugging yourself insecurely.

"No, you look great, and that's the problem!" Raph whisper yelled, looking to see if anyone was outside. You blushed, smiling.

"Y'know I could say the same for you, strutting around with your six pack." You tease, playfully punching his arm. He blushes, gently moving your arms away from your body.

"Well then, if you feel that way," Raph steps forward, "we can just stay here," you step back with him, "alone, where no one can bother us." Raph has a playful grin plastered on his face, and it grows wider with each step, until your back hits the wall, and Raph has his long slender arms on either side of you. You notice the HW, and smile.

"Let's just change one thing," you turn off the watch, and there's your big green Raph, grinning as wide as he can. When he returns to his regular form, his trunks rip to shreds, but he doesn't care.

"You have no idea how turned on I am." Raph whispers in your ear, before kissing you passionately. Your head began to spin as you kissed back, hoping that no one walks in on you making out with a giant turtle. It seemed that Raph read your thoughts, because he parted to block the door with a mop before turning back to you. Grinning, he lifted you up, placing his large green hands under your thighs to keep you from falling as he pressed you against the wall again, kissing you with a fiery passion.

You both left after the pool closed.

Michelangelo
Mikey had no idea what was happening to him, and he felt to embarrassed to say anything about it, so he kept it hidden.

Today, however, was harder than usual.

"MIIIKKEEEYYY!" You called, and he came zooming in the dojo, where you were.

"Gumdrop!? What's wrong!?" He shouted, in fighting stance with his nunchucks ready. He relaxed when he saw you safe and sound, holding (weapon of choice) and wearing yoga pants with a tank top.

"Wanna spar?" You grin, spinning your weapon(s).

"U-uh.. sure, ok." Mikey moved to stand opposite of you, spinning his nunchucks.

"Go easy on me, ok Gummy Bear?" You smile, and he smiles back, nodding.

You charge each other, clashing your weapons in light contact. At one point you both knock your weapons out of your hands, and switch to light hand-combat. After a while, Mikey pins you down on the mat, each heavy, warm breath he exhales hitting your face. He has your hands pinned above you, straddling your hips. Your chest heaves with every breath you take, and you're a little sweaty.

"You gonna let me up?" You breathe, blowing a strand of hair out of your face.

"G-gimme a moment," Mikey gulps, "I.. need to catch... my breath." He falls on top of you, exhausted.
"Can I just say, you look really nice, even if your kinda sweaty?"

You giggle, and Mikey smiles down at you when he pushes himself back up, still not letting you up. He leans down to kiss you passionately, making you dizzy as he moves one hand to cup your face.

"Do ya think we could continue this after I have a shower?" You murmur, and Mikey shakes his head, parting the kiss and carrying you to his room.

"Not a chance, cutie." He chuckles.

Sorry it took a while, we've been very busy, my birthday is, probably happening as your reading this (May 12th!) and we're going to the movies on that day. CIVIL WAR HERE I COME!