Passion

This is a stand alone complete piece, and is entirely separate from the main story, Waiting For You. However, certain aspects here may appear in a future chapter there. So, kind of look at it as things to come.

Disclaimer: I do not own Leonardo, or anything else belonging to the TMNT universe in here. Alisa is my only property.


A young woman with waist-length blondish-dark brown hair sat lotus style in a clearing at the edge of a small lake. It's surface sparkled and shimmered in the brilliant late spring sunshine. Tall apple and cherry trees surrounded the shore, their pink and white blossoms starting to transform into later what would be delicious fruit. Birds could be heard singing from their perches in the branches. A soft breeze was blowing, and rustled the leaves, ruffling the hem of her pale blue sundress lightly. Several hundred yards behind her lay a rustic farmhouse and barn. She and her husband were staying here for a few days on their honeymoon. They had been married at this exact spot not twenty-four hours prior with all their family and friends present. Everyone had left at the end of the reception last night, and now they were enjoying having the farmhouse to just the two of them.

Occasionally, the girl would look up from the notebook she was working in, and take in the scenery with her emerald green eyes. It was so beautiful and peaceful here, unlike the city. Though it wasn't as if she didn't like living there. The city had its own beauty and magic, but it couldn't compare to the wonders of the countryside. She glanced down again at her notebook, her pen scrawling across the page. She then felt a cool touch of a gentle, slightly callused hand on her cheek, and smiled. The thick fingers stroked softly at her skin, and she leaned her head into them, sighing contentedly.

The hand retreated after a few moments, and a pair of muscular emerald green skinned arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. Muscular legs of the same beautiful skin tone settled on the grass on each side of her in a spread eagle fashion. The feet were bare, and bore only two toes. The being's nose nestled in her hair, and inhaled its sweet honeysuckle and jasmine scent, nuzzling gently. It was as if the very essence of summer was forever captured in it.

"What are you working on, Alisa?" came a soft, pleasant baritone voice.

Alisa lifted her head, and her eyes met the round bright emerald green face of her husband. His clear deep blue eyes gazed lovingly at her, unobscured by the blue bandana he usually wore around his head. She smiled, and gave him the notebook to let him read.

"A haiku," she answered in her soft, melodic voice.

Leonardo smiled as he perused the page with her small, neat handwriting. A lot of the inspiration for his drawings came from her beautiful poems and stories, and as per usual, the haiku she'd presented him was no exception. It reflected on their wedding the previous day.

"It's lovely," he praised, handing the notebook back to her.

"Thank you," she blushed slightly.

He smiled again. She was as humble as he was when it came to her talents. She closed the book, and set it down on the ground beside her. She leaned back into his plastron, and uncurled her legs in front of her, the grass tickling her bare feet. He let his hand travel under her dress, and to her satin panties. He began rubbing her clitoris in slow circles with one thick finger, massaging gently through the material. A jolt of pleasure ran through her nerves like electricity, feeling passionate fire spread over her body.

"Leo..." she moaned, softly.

He pressed more firmly on it, and his caresses grew increasingly fervent. Her chest rose and fell sharply as her breath came in short, quick pants. He turned them over onto the grass with her lying beneath him, careful not to put his full weight on her. He kissed her lips tenderly, and she kissed back, the kisses becoming more heated as the seconds passed. His tongue pushed past her lips, and curled it around hers, as he began exploring her mouth. Alisa whimpered softly in his mouth, her hands beginning to travel over his plastron, and at his sides. She trailed her fingers lightly up and down at the sensitive skin, and he groaned softly. He felt his shaft starting to harden inside his shell. He pulled away from her mouth, and began licking and kissing her face, neck, and ears. He was unable to go further than her collar bone, and he decided to fix that. He lifted the skirt of her dress, and gently pulled the article of clothing up off her body and over her head. He discarded the dress to the side. She wore nothing now but her white satin panties, which were soaked, and matching bra. He could smell her pheromones more strongly now, and his groin ached in response, his erection throbbing painfully inside his shell. He steeled himself, however, biding his time. He wanted to tease her until she was begging him to take her.

With a clear path, he continued kissing and licking down her body, his fingers stroking the soft skin. She closed her eyes, savoring his warm, loving touch. She opened them again, and lifted her head to his neck, sucking gently. Her hand ran down his lower plates, and he gritted his teeth slightly as the pressure became unbearable, breathing heavily. He could wait no longer; he had to relieve it. He sighed deeply as he let his shaft drop down, finally freeing it from its confines. He was fully erect. Alisa smiled, and cupped it in her hand gently. He gave a sound somewhere between a groan and a moan, half closing his eyes. He was throbbing beneath her fingertips. He wanted nothing more to plunge inside her, but not just yet. He still wasn't finished with her.

He reached for the waistband of her panties, and proceeded to slide them off her. They joined her dress on the ground. Her beauty was laid out before him, her legs splayed invitingly. He began massaging her clitoris with his finger again, harder and faster this time. She moaned and panted, her senses flooding with ecstasy. She wanted him so much.

"Leo..." she gasped.

A smile played on his lips, knowing exactly what she felt.

"Shh," he hushed her, quietly, "Not yet."

He slid his finger in further, and she gave a soft cry of pleasure, her body spasming slightly. She was so wet, she was more than ready, and he was willing to give everything he had to her, but he had to keep his patience. As his finger explored her depths, he reached up to her bra with his other hand, and undid the clasp behind her back. He gently peeled the fabric, revealing her small, full breasts, and tossed it with her other clothing. He began kissing, and licking around each breast, gingerly taking the nipple between his teeth. She could barely stand it anymore, her hormones raging.

"Oh god, Leonardo, please!" she cried, pleading him.

His smile grew playful at this, and his deep blue eyes twinkled with mischief.

"You'd rather I stop?" he asked.

Her eyes grew wide as he ceased all movement, propping himself up on one elbow as he studied her. The thought of him getting her this worked up, and then leaving her unsatisfied was more torturous than the waiting. Although she knew he was only teasing, she didn't want to take that chance. She shook her head vigorously.

"No, don't stop," she begged, letting out a whimper, "Please don't."

He chuckled, and lowered his body to her again, kissing her lips softly.

"Then be patient," he breathed.

His finger sought out her heat once more, and he rubbed her clitoris in slow, firm circles. She moaned loudly, her chest heaving as she panted heavily. She couldn't think, or move. All she felt was joy and pleasure as wave after suffocating wave rushed over her. He knew she was close, and he decided now was the time, removing his finger. He shifted his body to position himself, and with one quick thrust, buried his penis deep inside her. He found she was tight as her walls closed in after accommodating for his large size, her heat radiating all around him. He almost lost it right then, but was able to bring himself back under control. He wanted this to be special. He was careful not to hurt her as he thrusted in and out. He slowly began building a rhythm, rocking steadily as he slid in and out of her.

Alisa shuddered softly. Her hand found its way under his shell, to where he was connected to her, and began caressing the sensitive shaft with her fingers. He moaned quietly, and responded by pushing down in further. He thrusted rapidly, the ground providing him leverage. He no longer had any conscious thought as he surrendered himself entirely to the animal instinct inside him. He licked and kissed at her throat, feeling each moan of pleasure vibrate through him. She was so close, and her scent was driving him wild, drowning out his senses. He gripped her shoulders firmly, but gently as he prepared to send her over the edge. She screamed his full name to the heavens as he exploded within her, and again when her own climax peaked.

Exhausted, the two laid in each other's arms, breathing heavily as they came down. He withdrew from inside her then, his shaft retracting into his shell. He brushed at her damp hair with a hand, weaving his fingers gently in the strands, and kissed her temple.

"I love you," he whispered, softly.

She sighed contentedly, and snuggled against his body.

"And I love you," she murmured, touching his cheek.

He kissed her lips softly, and then just simply held her close, lost in the unending depths of their love.