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Flight to Freedom

A Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fanfic, a Leonardo/OC romance, which takes place after the events in Out of the Shadows.

Merry Christmas, my lovelies! Thank you all to those who have followed Feronia’s story.

Chapter 14

High atop the lone silo in the old farm yard, the twin sweep of feathered wings such a dark shade of black wept up above her several feet before arcing down to narrowed tips in the way only wings could. Sitting atop the domed cap of the silo meant Feronia had to keep the large aviary limbs held aloft, almost like keeping shoulders held in an exaggerated shrug. But muscles in her back and shoulder, muscles no other human had, had gained strength and condition from all her dedicated training. Such a position was now possible, and no longer uncomfortable.

As a strong breeze buffeted her, lifting the long tresses of curly black hair and ruffling feathers, Feronia ached to jump from this silo, spread her wings, and go wherever the air currents took her.

Yet, she remained sitting, the steel of the silo cap cold under her backside as she sat crosslegged, staring at the bright orange ball of a setting sun. As if someone had taken a brush and dipped it in paint, the evening sky was slashed with pinks and purples in a brilliant display. Behind her, the old farm house was dark and quiet.

Leonardo had left yesterday to return to the sprawling city of New York, as Chief Vincent needed the brother’s help to keep the maze of streets and high towers safe. Once again, she was left to keep herself busy.

Feronia heaved a sigh as she watched the fiery orb in the sky sink lower behind the edge of the horizon. Beyond the trees that surrounded April’s old farm were fields of alfalfa, the green rolling like waves of water with each gusty breeze.

A pang she couldn’t explain once again jolted through her. Instantly, Feronia felt guilty for that sudden stab of restlessness. She should feel content where she was, high atop this silo, even if she was alone. Her growing relationship with the blue masked leader made her happier than she had ever experienced. And the deadly muscled warrior had a way of making her feel incredibly sexy and simultaneously treasured, even if he did enjoy holding the control with the intimate aspect of their budding relationship.

And here was the most freedom she had ever tasted in her life.

She should feel content.

So what was this restlessness that plagued her more and more as the days passed by?

Feronia had tried to squelch the disturbing feeling by training the past weeks, relentlessly working with Donatello to not only know the ins and outs of her mini crossbow, but how to use it, to fight with it. She learned how each unique bolt was crafted and what components were needed to make more. There were several bolts that were blunted, not intending to cause major damage, but upon impact would release a tazer-like bolt to incapacitate and attacker for several minutes. Several more had shafts that would release a pepper spray bomb. And some weren’t meant to be shot at an attacker at all, but to hit a wall and explode into a flash-bang. And yet the two of them kept trying to brainstorm more ideas.

And Leonardo himself worked her hard to learn how to fight with the dagger he had gifted her with, sometimes pushing her to the point of collapse.

But she understood why; could see the worry lurking in the depths of those intense, cobalt blue eyes. He worried when he had to leave her, no matter how much she promised she would stay put at the farm, remain unseen.

The wind shifted, dragging the lifting strands of her black curls across her face. As she brushed aside the curtain of hair to clear her vision, a scent drifted to her on the breeze.

It was unmistakable.

Something was burning.

Twisting around to cast her gaze behind her to the east, Feronia froze at the sight of a thick, black column of smoke billowing into the air. That was the direction of the neighboring farm.

Scrambling to her feet, she stared at that black smoke. What should she do? Rush to the house and dial emergency? Would doing so risk exposing her secret presence at April’s old home?

That was probably the best choice —

The wailing scream of a woman carried across the distance of the fields.

Feronia was moving even before she had consciously decided on the action, scrambling to her feet and sprinting across the dome cap of the silo. Wings snapping tight against her back, Feronia dove off the silo like someone diving off a high dive into a pool.

Ground rushed up to meet her, but in those seconds of freefall, the instinct of flying was already taking over.

Indigo-hinted black wings snapped out into the full impressive expanse of an 18 foot wingspan, and in the next instant, her winged from was shooting up out of the farmyard and carrying her over the treetops, heading toward that column of smoke.

Nervousness warred with the exhileration of flying, her veins flooding with adrenaline as the treetops sped by beneath her. But the necessity of secrecy had Feronia pumping her wings strongly, trying to climb high into the air. Maybe if she was high enough in the sky, she could remain unseen.

Far in the distance, the haunting wail of sirens began to be heard even as she neared the column of smoke. As she neared the neighboring farm, her heart slammed against her ribs at the sight she looked down upon from several hundred feet above.

The entire two story house was ablaze with fire. Dipping one wing, Feronia banked on the air currents, circling the black smoke billowing up. Several small figures were huddled several feet away at a safe distance from the flames that hungrily consumed wood and siding.

Fer squinted as she looked down at those small people. There was frantic movement from some of them. Risking as much exposure as she dared, black wings tucked in the slightest amount to lower her flying form as she made yet another circling sweep around the burning house.

Her heart ached for the neighbors she had never met as they watched their home become destroyed before them. As she got closer, a woman’s screams reached Feronia’s ears as she banked in a circle again.

Sobbing, the woman lunged for the roaring flames even as a man held her back.

“No, Joanna! It’s too late!”

“My baby, Dan! Our baby! We can’t leave Sarah!”

The man broke into sobs even as he held his wife back.

As Feronia passed by the north side of the house, an opened second floor patio door gave her view of a horrifying sight. Even as black smoke curled and coiled out of the top of that open patio door, Feronia had a clear sight of a dark wooden crib, smoke swirling like an ominous black cloud of death above it.

Clutching at the railing of the crib with two tiny hands stood a little girl, blonde pigtails askew and mussed from sleep, pudgy cheeks red from the heat of the room as tears streaked down amidst hiccupping, coughing sobs of fright.

Everything around Feronia diminished. The frantic cries of a mother died away. The stench of burning wood barely registered.

As she dipped down again and began to circle the house one more time, Feronia caught sight of a closed window next to the crib, straight across the room from the open patio door billowing thick, belching clouds of smoke.

Her wings surged, pumping as she built speed, circling wide around the house.

Startled exclamations below her reached her ears as she dipped a wing to swing around in a tight turn, wind whistling over feathers and snapping her hair into a tangle.

Her gaze locked in on that open patio door as her turn lined out, the second floor porch below her trajectory. Black-feathered wings snapped in and against her back.

Like an arrow, Feronia shot forward.

With a huge breath of air, she dove into black smoke and immense heat. Agony speared through her as muscles and tendons screamed in protest to the snapping point as Feronia dropped the weight of her legs and hit the floor of the room at a speed greater than a dead run. Pure determination kept her feet beneath her as she charged forward with the headlong momentum.

It all happened in a matter of seconds.

Out of her peripheral, flames licked up the closed bedroom door.

She grasped the small form standing in the crib, clutching the tiny girl against her chest as Feronia swing her wings around her and the child even as she lowered her shoulder and literally charged the opposite window in a move that would have done a linebacker proud.

Glass gave way under the impact as she dove out into clean, unadulterated air. Pain bloomed in her side and along her left wing as jagged glass pit deep and tore flesh and sinew.

With a cry of agony, she forced her wings open as both she and the baby plummeted toward the grass below.

Sheer will lone had her catching wind, lining out into a glide mere feet above the unrelenting ground. But her left wing would not straighten fully, and with a gasped grunt that drove all the wind from her lungs, Feronia slammed into the ground, twisting on her side to protect the precious life in her arms.

Feronia slid a good fifty yards before she came to a painful halt.

The wailing cries from the child clutched to her chest was the most beautiful music to her ears.

As blood dripped freely from her left wing and saturated her shirt at her waste, her lungs burned as she heaved in great lungfulls of air, struggling to her feet.

“Oh my god! My baby! Oh god!”

The shriek had her head snapping up.

Both mother and father were rounding the house, the mother sprinting frantically toward them.

Panic lit up her mind like fireworks.

Setting the toddler down, Feronia stroked the soot-blackened blonde pigtails once, and then ran for the trees towards April’s old home. Whipping a glance over her shoulder, she saw the mother fall to her knees just as she reached her child, scooping the bawling toddler into her arms.

Whatever the woman shouted at her as Feronia fled was lost as the rising wail of fire trucks filled the driveway, the darkness of the shadowed woods descending over her. And as the setting sun sank fully beyond the horizon and the dark coolness of night settled down upon the world, Feronia ran.

***

Feronia never ran all the way to the farmhouse. At some point, the pain in her side and left wing became too much to bear, and she stumbled to a halt, chest heaving as she gasped for breath, leaning against the rough bark of a tree.

The darkness of the night pressed in on her as she stood there on shaking legs, facing the direction of the farmhouse. Her left wing hung at an awkward angle, and every twitch of the aviary limb sent new pain blooming through her. Pressing a hand against the ache in her side, she lifted it away and held her palm up to a silvery shaft of moonlight. The glint of wetness glittered back at her, and with a groan, Feronia pressed her hand back against the still bleeding cash on her right side, just above her hip bone.

Hissing past the sting of pain from her side too, she glanced back toward the farmhouse, still veiled by trees.

With a grunt, Feronia pushed off the tree and shuffled through the leaf strewn forest floor, moving in a different direction.

She had been seen. Even if she hadn’t been, news media might have searched out neighboring people to interview about the terrible fire. But the fact that that entire family had seen everything – a winged human diving into billowing smoke only to bust out the other side – she was too afraid to go where she was once safe.

Feronia wasn’t sure how long she pushed herself onward, stumbling over tree roots only to fall hard to the carpet of fallen leaves from seasons past. Yet she struggled to her feet, head spinning and body aching, only to trudge onward.

When the sky began to lighten, tiny songbirds awakening and chirping cheerily to the dawn of a new day, Feronia could move no longer. A cluster of cedar trees were just to her right, and she moved toward them, pushing through the boughs to reach the center of the clustered trunks, sinking to the forest floor.

Before the black void of unconsciousness claimed her, Feronia curled in on herself, and then she knew no more.

***

It could have been hours. It could have been days. Feronia was far too weak to move from the shrouded safety of those cedar trees.

Whenever consciousness did return to her, it was to a pounding head, a thirst so great she was certain she was to die from it, and such agony in her wing and side it often drove her right back into that void of nothingness.

***

Blinking open eyes that wanted to defy such action, Feronia peered up at leaves and branches moving by, the occasional break of the canopy opening to a star studded night sky.

Strength drew her closer against a hard plated, muscled chest, and she groaned at the white hot bolt of agony that flared through her broken body. She tried to speak, but nothing came from her throat but a hoarse croak. Licking cracked, dry lips with a tongue that was just as dry, she tried again.

“Leo…I-I’m s-s-…s-sorry…”

Red fluttered at the edge of her vision.

“Shh, I got ya, Fer.”

Then as the powerful body beneath her picked up speed, Feronia went limp, sadness swirling through her as her sluggish mind recognized Raphael’s bulk. She wouldn’t be able to tell Leo how sorry she was for breaking her promise. How much she —

***

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Flight to Freedom

A Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fanfic, a Leonardo/OC romance, that takes place after the events in Out of the Shadows.

My first attempt at fanfiction, figured I would post it as I finish a section, almost like mini chapters. I will probably edit and clean it up as I go.

Chapter Thirteen

There was this…thing…hanging over her, a thing Feronia could not figure out. Intangible and elusive, and yet it was something that strung coils of unease deep in her belly. And the most frustrating element of it? Feronia did not know exactly where it stemmed from.

Undoubtedly a large part was due to the overhanging shadow of the elusivity of the General and Dr. Grayston’s presence. It seemed that no matter how diligent the brothers remained with their unending patrols of New York City, they could not unearth the duo’s location.

And ever since her relationship with the katana-wielding leader had so recently bloomed into something more, Leonardo had become even more determined to hunt out and stop the ever present threat to her existence. His focus, already as lethally honed as the edge of his sword, became even more deadly.

Feronia shuddered as she thought being on the business end of that steely, blue-eyed gaze. But that shudder swiftly morphed, turning sensual and deep and toe curling with heat as she thought of being on the receiving end of that unwavering blue focus for entirely different reasons – a look that demanded her acquiescence, and if she did, promised intense pleasure.

She would have never fathomed such hot, passionate sensations existed at all.

And yet Leo would stalk toward her, his hulking, shelled bulk strung taught with the tension of leadership and the responsibility of thousands of innocent’s safety laid upon his shoulders, and her whole body would quiver.

Not in fear. Never in fear.

But in anticipation of surrendering to him.

She was unsure if their relationship was in the normal category or not, but then again Leonardo was a badass ninja warrior mutated from the genes of a turtle, and she had giant, bird-of-prey wings sprouting from her back. None of their lives would ever be normal.

Over the last few weeks of her existence at the farmhouse, her relationship with the deadly warrior continued to morph and grow. True to his word, they both continued to discover what either of them liked or disliked.

For instance, the first and only time he spanked her, a stinging swat from one large, green, three-fingered hand had shut her down cold. It had been done in fun and excitement, a teasing move as she had been running through the trees, laughter bubbling from her chest, a deadly, shelled ninja in hot pursuit. The case was exilerating as she tucked her wings close to her back and wove quickly around tree after tree.

She had known he could catch her easily at any time, and it wasn’t long before a frantic glance over her shoulder only to see no shelled bulk tailing after had her slamming full force into a plastron-protected muscled chest. Laughing, he had spun her up against the bark of a tree and swatted her backside. Hard.

The blooming pain had driven every ounce of exhilaration and building passion from her as surely as if she had been dunked into a tub of ice. Leo had gone stock still behind her as she froze in place, her mind beginning to panic. But, as he always seemed to do, he read her like a book penned just for him.

Feronia had felt herself gently turned, and when she could look everywhere but at him, a solid grip on her chin lifted her gaze to his and held it unrelentingly.

And like he did all those months ago during that fateful night at NexGen Labs, those intense cobalt blue pools grounded her.

“Alright, Sweetheart. This is a good thing to know.”

And in playful excitement or in dominating passion, he had never swatted her backside again. And he was always careful to never intentionally deliver pain.

Yet even now, as she was being lead toward the farmhouse from after a long walk, two large palms covering her eyes and effectively blinding her, something insidious lurked beneath the sea of happiness swelling inside her. And Feronia could not figure out what it was. She didn’t think it stemmed from the man leading her across the yard…

“Why can’t I go to the house on my own?” Feronia giggled, choosing to ignore that gnawing portent of doom and focus on that source of happiness behind her.

Firm lips dropped a kiss to the crown of her head. “Because I said so.”

Feronia grumbled half-heartedly, circling a hand around the warmth of each thick wrist. Her mind buzzed with curiosity. What was her surprise? All four brothers, April and Casey, and even Splinter was at the farmhouse today. Her quiet little refuge practically buzzed with energy.

With her wings wrapped around her body like a feathered cloak, she manaed to remain quiet for all of two seconds as she was directed across the farmyard. As her booted feet cringed over the gravel-strewn driveway, Feronia couldn’t help the plaintive whine that escaped her throat. “Leo! I’m dying of curiosity here!”

The chuckle that rumbled against her back sent a fission of awareness through her. “My Fer, you are so bad with surprises. But that was a hot little sound you made…maybe I will try to make you do that sound again later.”

The heady promise in his words sent her heart racing. But then the heat of a warm, strong palm slid under a wing and along her waist as a muscled band of steel wound around her middle. Like she weighed nothing, Leo plucked her back up against him, and then her booted feet were deposited on solid ground once again, the dull sound of boots on wood planks telling her he had lifted her up the few stairs of the front porch.

Reaching out blindly, she felt for the knob to the door only to feel Leo reach around her and nudge it open.

“She’s here, brah’s!”

Thump.

“What the hell, Raph? You are always punching me!”

“Shut it, Mikey. You will ruin the surprise.”

“I’m fairly certain there is a 99.924% chance Fer already knows a surprise is immenant.

“So? He doesn’t always have to slug me.”

“I’m findin’ it therapeutic.”

She kept her bark of laughter in as Leo propelled her forward until the coolness of the kitchen spread out before her.

Then the warmth of his hands fell away from her face, and she blearily blinked her eyes open. As soon as one lid cracked, boisterous shouts from those she loved so dearly assailed her, along with a faceful of tiny bits of colored paper doused over her head.

“Surprise!” several voiced shouted in unison.

Feronia blinked at the scene before her, her mind numbly kicking into gear.

The kitchen table was piled with several boxes all wrapped in bright paper. A large, extremely large, cake with bright red letters scrawled across the surface of the white frosting sat in the middle of the wrapped boxes, and the powerful forms of the three mutant turtles, an elderly human-sized rat, and April and Casey lingered around the kitchen table, huge grins plastered over their faces.

Warm lips teased the shell of her ear. “Happy birthday, Feronia,” Leo rumbled.

She seemed stunned even as Mieky bounded forward to scoop her up in a bear hug, wings and all, twirling her around.

“Yeah! Happy birthday, Fer-bear!”

She had not even realized the passage of days!

Donnie nodded eagerly, pushing his glasses further on the wide bridge of his nose. Yes, I have been going through any and all files recovered from the night NexGen Labs was shut down. This is the date recorded as being the first you drew breath. Hence, your birthday.”

Tears made her vision swim as she turned to look at her tall, dangerous ninja. “I’ve never had a birthday party!”

One large, green forefinger swept a stray black curl of hair off her brow. “I want to give you everything, you know.”

The look burning in his deep, blue eyes was something entirely different, yet no less intense. She opened her mouth to reply just as she was yanked eagerly over to the table and tugged in front of Raphael’s bulked out form. “Enough teary shit…let’s party!”

The rest of the day was a whirlwind of fun and games, and Feronia couldn’t possibly imagine being any happier. Evening was drawing near as they finally let her open the brightly wrapped boxes. Opening each present surrounded by this strangely put together family was paradise.

Until she opened the second to last gift, given from the bo-staff wielding warrior.

Reaching into the box she had just opened, her breath caught in her throat. Feronia couldn’t imagine anything better than the gift from Raphael and Michelangelo; all Superman DVDs, from the classic television series to the most recently made movies. They had given her months of viewing at her disposal.

But at the bottom of the box from the tech-loving warrior was something that made her breath catch. Even before her hand grasped around the handle, this one gift was making her feel powerful and capable.

Donnie fidgeted in his seat. “I hope you like it. I figured you would have an aerial advantage that even we,” and he gestured to himself and his brothers, “can achieve…”

His words seemed to be drowned out as Feronia brought out the gift. An intricately made, small and compact crossbow, it looked small enough to be no bigger than a handgun. Complicated gears filled the body, and Donnie surged forward. “It even has cartridges of bolts you can snap in that will automatically load every time you pull the string back and lock it—”

One large, green hand dropped into view as Leonardo reached over and plucked the mini crossbow right out of her grasp. “What the hell were you thinking, Donnie?” This is the big secret project you have been working on?”

“Well, as a matter of fact, Leo, yes. With her flying now, she can easily—”

“No.”

Feronia surged to her feet, rounding on the blue-eyed leader. “What do you mean, no? It’s my gift, and I should be able to defend myself. You all have weapons!” Even as she pointed out that fact, a small part of her dimly realized she sounded juvenile and petty. But holding that small crossbow even a few moments had her feeling much less like a victim.

Leo had been glaring at his younger brother, but at her rant, those intense eyes slammed into hers. “I said no. You do not need weapons.”

Something cold and hard began to spread within her chest. “You don’t get to dictate what I get to do with my life, Leo. Give me my gift back.”

The towering hulk of turtle actually leaned down, getting right in her face. “I said no.” he repeated. “We will stop the general—”

Black, indigo tinted wings snapped up into a poised hold as Feronia’s back straightened. “Whatever we have, Leonardo, does not give you the right to control every aspect of my existence. I will never allow that.”

Silence reigned down around them as the two faced off, glaring at one another. And there in the glittering depths of his eyes, she saw it. She saw the unwavering resolve. Leo would not bend on this.

Anger, swift and sure, overshadowed everything she was feeling. Blinking back the tears of frustration that threatened to fall, she gave a small nod. Turning, she spared everyone at her party a glance. “I apologize, but I feel the need for some air.”

And before anyone could utter another peep, Feronia stalked from the farmhouse and out into the dawning night.

That was three days ago.

***

Leo had worked his body to exhaustion in the training room, pushing his brothers gruelingly in a series of new moves they were all working on. All four of them sported green hides that glistened with sweat, and yet he pushed himself on. When his brothers became fed up with the grueling training, he had turned to weights, punching a bag as if it was the General himself.

Yet his mind continued to circle the day of Feronia’s birthday party. Everything had been going so perfectly, and yet at the end of the day, he had stalked from that house and roared his bike to life, speeding down the highways back to the lab. Leo knew he had to talk to Feronia. But he was still working on a way to do so without bringing his own volatile frustrations into the mix.

With a growl, the finally stalked away from the training room. It wasn’t until he was sinking his sore body onto the edge of his bed, stooping forward to let his head fall into his hands, that Leonardo allowed himself to ponder his dilemma. Glancing up, his gaze alighted on the very object that had caused the fracture, this maddening chasm, between he and his girl.

She didn’t need a weapon! He could keep her safe. He and his brothers worked tirelessly to make certain nothing threatened Feronia’s existence…

Reaching down into a deep pocket of his black cargo pants, his hands fisted around a small, velvet covered object.

A gentle nock on his door had him lifting his head as the door to his private room opened. Splinter’s head peered around. Spotting him, the old ran moved further into the room, closing it softly behind him.

For a long moment, his Sensai merely leaned back against the closed door, crossing his arms over his chest and simply peering at him with those fathomless black eyes of his.

Leo felt a muscle tick in his jaw, waiting for his father to speak.

Yet time continued to tick on. Until Leo surged to his feet, pacing the length of his room. It wasn’t a large space, and he could stalk across the distance from one wall to the other in three long strides, his hand never leaving his pocket.

“She doesn’t need a weapon, Dad.”

Silence.

“I can ensure her safety. I know it.”

Silence.

Leo stalked back toward the opposite wall, finally brandishing forth the object he clutched desparately. Turning toward his father, Leo held out his hand, opening his fingers. Nestled in his palm was a velvet covered box. The old rat reached out, carefully taking it.

His throat worked as he tried to swallow, watching Splinter open the small jewelry box. A simple band of silver sporting a sapphire of deepest blue winked up at the old rat. “I was going to ask her to be mine, Dad. But I never got the chance to bring it up. To give it to her. And now? Now I don’t know if she would accept it. I may have just ruined everything.”

With a groan, Leo sank back down to his mattress, sitting at the edge. For once, he was finding himself in territory he did not know how to navigate. He was on unsure ground with Feronia.

The slight weight of his father dipped the mattress as the old rat settled down beside him, still holding the open ring box.

“I remember trying my best to keep four young turtles safe from the cruelties of the outside world.”

Turning, Leo’s gaze met the dark pools of his father’s.

“I seem to remember none of you being truly happy. Not until you went out, defying me and my wishes, to discover your true potentials.”

The emotion rocketing through Leonardo was so intense, it threatened to choke him. “She is everything, dad. Losing her would hollow me.”

Gently, Splinter closed the ring case and handed it back to him, rising to his feet. One, long fingered hand gnarled by the ever-turning passage of time settled atop the smooth dome of his head. “Have you told her what you hold in your heart?”

Silently, Leonardo shook his head.

“Even the greatest leaders, the most hardened of warriors, face their most terrifying adversary when it comes to matters of the heart. I fashioned you into the leader you are now because of what I could see burgeoning in your soul; a just, fair mind and an honorable soul. You know the answer, my son. And it takes immeasurable bravery to trust in that.”

Just as silently as he had slipped in, his father left him.

Leo did know his ultimate decision. His gaze landed on the small crossbow he couldn’t bring himself to destroy. Rising to his feet, he snatched up the small weapon and flung his door open, stalking toward Donnie’s lab.

The following day, Leonardo rumbled his bike to a halt before the farmhouse. His heart was hammering against his ribs, anxiety not an emotion he was usually afflicted with. Would she forgive him? Would Feronia…

Pushing such thoughts from his mind, Leo stalked through the house, only to find the large, two story home empty and quiet. Unease curled through him as he searched the barn with no sight of his girl. She wouldn’t leave him without a word, would she?

It was an early autumn mid-day, and the cheery sunlight and twittering birds did little to calm his rising paranoia as he began to search the farmyard for the sweep of black wings.

Leondardo eventually found Feronia near the hayfield that stretched onward, the alfalfa tall enough to roll like waves of the sea as the breeze gusted across the field. At first, it took every ounce of training he possessed to keep the alarm coiling through him at bay when he searched the farmhouse and grounds for nearly half an hour for the winged human with no results.

It wasn’t until he decided to walk down to the pon that a flutter of smoky black caught his eye.

There in the grass, under the shade of a willow tree, he found Feronia. Dressed in a flowing, airy yellow sundress that ruffled in the breeze, she was a vision that made his heart nearly stop in his chest. Flat on her stomach, one cheek pillowed on an arm tucked under her head, and the impressive expanse of her unique, perfectly formed wings spread out on either side of her as if she had languorously stretched out the tired, sore wing muscles and dosed off mid stretch, Leo found her fast asleep.

Moving in silently, he drew close and lowered himself until he sat beside her, taking the rare chance to take her in without the prying eyes of others around.

Inky black curls tumbled out and around her like a silky cloud, the brisk breeze ruffling a few glossy tresses. It was amazing how her health had improved so greatly since her stay at the farmhouse. He could see it in the new shine to her wild curls of silky hair, the sun-kissed glow of her smooth skin.

The features of her face looked so peaceful in the dream world found only in sleep’s embrace. She looked so relaxed, her brow smooth and free of the stress that often creased it. Those full, kissable lips rested a hairsbreadth apart, her breath puffing across the hand tucked under her chin to stir several blades of grass with each exhale.

Her beauty drew him like a moth to flame. And the six feet wings of black and indigo feathers that swept out from her back only made her more remarkable to him.

Even if Leonardo stopped the General and Dr. Grayston, those wings of hers were sure to bring her more trouble.

Tearing his eyes away from the sleeping woman, he stared down at his own palm. It still was difficult for him to believe someone could see past the differences his own form had to offer.

A murmur snapped his attention back to her, and as he watched, a crease furrowed her brow as the wing closest to him jerked against the grass before it was drawn in to tuck against her back.

“Noooo…”

The word wrenched from her lips and Leondardo know Feronia had slipped into one of her nightmares.

Reaching out with one green-skinned hand, he gently slid his hand against the back of her neck until he had her in a solid grip. “Fer, relax.” He let a command slip into the words.

Her whole body went lax as if every ounce of tension from the nightmare that gripped her bled out, and her tensed wing relaxed outward again.

That bolt of awareness shot through him. Even in her slumber, she subconsciously submitted to his authority as if she trusted he would keep her safe.

Holy hell, he was in deep. Splinter had trained him from day one to be the leader he and his brothers needed. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined having his order obeyed so sweetly, so innocently, would awaken a side of him he never knew existed.

Leo remained there, sitting in the grass beside her, one hand still firmly on the back of her neck. Gently, he let his thumb draw circles along the column of her throat until she began to stir from slumber.

***

Slowly coming awake, Feronia nearly stretched like a cat at the warm, caressing touch at the back of her neck. Blinking awake blearily, strong thighs encased in black cargo pants greeted her confused gaze, and as she moved to rise to her knees, a warm smile began to lift the corners of her lips.

Until the memories of her birthday, now a week ago, assailed her as her gaze met pools of intense blue. All the warm fuzzy feelings that had began bubbling through her fizzled as her angry, sad frustration overrode everything.

She moved to shove his hand from her neck, but Leo’s grip remained solid. He was not going to let her go. “Unhand me.”

The warrior shook his head. “We are going to talk.”

Feronia stilled, and at that small halt in movement, Leo had his free arm snagged around her waist and began settling her down on his lap, her legs spread to straddle his thighs. It was an intimate position, the heat of their groins pressed together. She did her damnest to ignore the stiff bulge beginning to strain the confines of his cargo pants.

“I’m not sure I want to talk to you like this. Not if you are going to just tell me how to live my life. Dr. Grayston and the General won’t be a problem forever, you know.” Feronia cursed the hammering of her heart against her ribs, willing her voice to remain steady and unwavering while she tried to face this powerful man with just as much conviction as he was looking at her now.

A strong hand ran down the wide blade of one wing. “Even after them, these wings will always make you a target, Fer.”

She actually growled at him, her hands tightening in small little fists against the broad planes of his chest. “I know, but I can’t—”

Winding one arm solidly around her waist to keep her held against him, he reached behind him with the other, picking an object up out of the grass she hadn’t even noticed was there. Feronia gasped, her eyes going wide as she watched him bring the small crossbow between them. Tentatively, she reached out, one hand wrapping around the handle of the weapon.

When she tugged though, he did not relent Donatelo’s gift to her. Her eyes flicked up, captured and held resolutely in his.

“I promised you we would work on figuring out what this is we have growing between us. What we have is unique, Fer, and there are no guidebooks or map showing me the way. And that takes compromise, takes give and take, from both of us.”

Both of their hands still gripping the dainty crossbow, Feronia nodded as Leonardo’s smooth baritone washed over her.

“I can’t expect to control every aspect of your life. Nor do I want to. Donnie’s gift was just a fact I was not ready to accept…the fact that no matter how hard I strive to keep you safe, something will always be gunning for you, Feronia. Just like my brothers and I have to deal with. So you can have the weapon.”

A huge smile burst across her face.

“You can have the weapon,” Leonardo continued succinctly, “if you train with Donnie and me on how to fight with it correctly. You shouldn’t be shooting bolts to kill, but to incapacitate. Donnie is working now on several ideas…I believe he said something about bolts that would shock, some that would smoke...uh…honestly it was a bunch of techno mumbo jumbo I didn’t all grasp at the time. Can you do that? Will you train with me, Fer?”

Days of building frustration and anger, of lingering sadness, fell completely to the wayside. Abandoning her grip on the weapon, Feronia flung her arms around him, sliding her hands between the thick, strong column of his neck and the rise of his hard shell.

Leo shifted, the weapon clinking as he set it aside once more in the grass. Then his two arms were around her under her wings, holding her tight to him with a desperation she had never felt before. The ninja buried his face in the cascade of curls at her shoulder, breathing deep. You mean the world to me, Sweetheart. I will always work with you, Fer, if you work with me. This I vow. But until my brothers and I can hunt down the General and Dr. Grayston, I need you to remain hidden. Promise?”

Feronia nodded, leaning back to catch his look with her own. “I promise.”

He shifted under her, and the bulge in his cargo pants that had yet to abate rubbed up against her center, and she groaned aloud, causing the dangerous turtle to still for a beat. His low chuckle sent a tingle down her spine. “We will get to that in a bit. But I have a gift for you. I never got to give it to you at your party.”

Reaching into his pants, she curiously eyed the object he withdrew. It was a sheethed blade, easily as long as her forearm. The leather sheath looked like it had been tooled with great forethought…blue tinted leather made intricate stitching along the edges of the sheath, and a black metal handle sported from the open end of the sheath.

“Up on your knees a bit, Fer.”

Swallowing hard, she rose up until she straddled over him. A breath rushed from her lungs as one, battle calloused hand slipped under the edge of her yellow sundress, drawing the skirt up over the silky expanse of her smooth thigh. Glancing down, she watched him as he tied the sheathed dagger snuggly to her upper thigh, the pads of his fingers ghosting along her skin where the weapon’s sheath sat against her flesh. He never let her skirt fall back down, either.

“I want you to train with this, too. It will make me feel better knowing you have something a little less mechanical to protect yourself with.”

But Leo’s hand was beginning to trail up the back of her thigh, now beginning to slide over her right cheek as that one large hand cupped her ass.

One eye ridge rose.

Feronia gulped, words tumbling from her lips on instinct alone. “Yes, Sir.”

A growl rumbled from him even as his other hand snaked up under her wing to delve in the long curls of her hair. “God, what you do to me, Sweetheart.”

As he drew her mouth to his to take her lips in a demanding possession, hope flickered anew within the depths of her heart.

***

Author’s Note - largely a rough draft, and had to be split into two chapters otherwise with the action coming next, this would have been a 30 page chapter. Thank you for being patient with me, and hopefully I will be able to have the last two chapters cranked out soon.

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Flight to Freedom

A Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fanfic, a Leonardo/OC romance, that takes place after the events in Out of the Shadows.

The COMPLETE Chapter Twelve

From one breath to the next, he went from sleep to fully awake. Tense. On alert. Poised to take out a threat…something was pinning him down.

That something puffed a warm breath of air against the hide of his neck, the feeling quickly followed by the soft rustle of feathers as the weight shifted. Glancing down, Leonardo’s gaze alighted on the swath of indigo and black that blanketed his chest.

Feronia…

As the scent of her hair drifted up to him, he felt the tension bleed from his body as if it had never been there. He was not used to waking up beside someone, and the blanketing weight of her wing and the soft breath of air along his neck had sent his warrior instincts into overdrive. Shifting slightly, he sought out her features.

Feronia was on her stomach across the bed, half sprawled across him in a tangle of arms and legs that was wholly endearing, and still deep in the welcoming arms of sleep. He took a moment to study her beautiful features. She looked so peaceful, her midnight black tresses of curly hair laying out in a tangle along his left arm as she pillowed her head on his shoulder. Even in her sleep, she mumbled something unintelligible and snuggled closer, burrowing her face further into the crook of his neck.

Snuggling her very naked body closer.

Leo felt his own body respond.

Smothering a low groan of need, he willed his body back under control. Feronia wasn’t even doing anything, merely seeking his warmth while she slept, and already lust was raging through his system. Leonardo wanted to shift, roll her beneath him so he could pin her down…

Guilt flooded him at that thought, damping the lust – the want – swimming through his veins. Not entirely, but enough for him to clear his head. With the strength of will alone, he dredged up every bit of training, every hint of the deadly ninja warrior within him…to extricate himself from under the winged woman’s sleeping form while not disturbing her. It took all of his skill, and he even had to freeze stock still several times when she stirred in her sleep, the smooth skin of her brow furrowing before she slipped back into sleep, silent and calm once more.

Eventually, he was able to slip out from under the warm expanse of her wing, indigo-hinted-black feathers ghosting over his textured hide with a slight rasp. He waited a moment longer as he stood beside the large bed, simply drinking in her features, his eyes roaming over her form from wingtips to toes. Fierce possessiveness rose within him, mingling with the urge to protect her from the harsh elements of a harsh world swirling with the guilt that still plagued him.

It was that guilt that spurred him to cross the room on silent feet and slip unheard from the bedroom door, closing it softly behind him as he made his way down the stairs to the first floor of the old farm house.

But when he walked through the doorway to the kitchen and his gaze flitted over the clothes strewn about the room, that guilt took the frontrunner of his emotions, and he cursed. What the hell had he done? How would she ever, ever, forgive him? And what kind of sick bastard was he to…to…

Stomping forward, he began snatching up the discarded clothing lest his brothers make an early appearance at the farmhouse by arriving days earlier than their originally laid out plans. His pants, lying in a crumpled heap, were swept up off the floor along with Feronia’s jeans…jeans he used to limit the movement of her legs. Her shirt had somehow sailed on top of the refrigerator, and that was quickly snatched down while simultaneously making him aware that the top of the appliance greatly needed a good dusting. Her bra, hanging rather delicately on the arching neck of the sink faucet, was snatched up and stuffed with the rest of the clothes before Leo stormed his way, naked, to the basement.

How could he do what he did? To her?? It wasn’t right. She deserved better treatment than what he gave her last night. And as memories of last night floated up in his mind…

Feronia bent over the kitchen table before him, the creamy expanse of silken skin almost gleaming in the darkness with every burst of lightning, wings shuddering as she listened to his order to keep them open…

Her moans as he caressed her, her cries as he sank into her…

With an angry curse, he reached the washing machine and stuffed the wad of clothing inside before adding detergent and starting the wash cycle. And as he stood in the basement, the coolness of the room licking at his exposed hide, he became aware of his nakedness and he glanced down his body at himself. Fuck…he was half hard from merely thinking of her. As if glaring at his erection would make it retreat, Leonardo stood there, realizing he really needed to bring along several sets of clothes if he was going to be spending more than a night at the farmhouse in the near future. But should he even consider it? Maybe it was safer for Feronia if he stayed away.

That last thought instantly brought up a growling response in him. No! She was his. His! Even if he did feel guilty about last night. Spotting a basket of clean and dry bathing towels nearby, he fished one out of the basket and slung it around his hips, securing it so it wouldn’t slip as he made his way back to the kitchen.

Leo felt the need to do something. Maybe he should go train, let the burn of muscles and the calmness of meditation help ease his guilt. But in a room above him slept a winged human who…who held his heart in the palm of her hand. And she didn’t even know it yet. With a huge sigh, he dragged one hand over the smooth dome of his head. Feronia would awaken at some point, and would no doubt be hungry. Leo knew he was famished after last night.

The need to care for Feronia overriding his itch to train away his problems, he moved his mutant ass to the refrigerator and yanked it open, peering inside as he tried to shove the detailed memories of last night that continued to try and plague him from his mind. In short order, he retrieved the carton of fresh eggs, a package of bacon, and even found a bag of frozen hashbrowns in the freezer. “Thank you, April,” Leo muttered to the emptiness of the kitchen as he dumped his findings on the counter beside the stove. Shifting to open one cupboard after another or open one drawer after another, he hunted down the items he needed to scramble up the eggs and get the bacon frying.

He was halfway through whipping up breakfast when he wondered if he should wake her up after all. He didn’t want her to have a cold meal be the first thing that greeted her when she came down.

“Leo?”

The sound of her voice had him freezing solid a full heartbeat or two before he turned around. And the sight of her, standing between the kitchen and the living room in nothing but the white sheet she clutched around herself, the sweep of her darkly feathered wings still a little droopy from sleep, and all that glorious midnight black hair tussled from a night of passion – passion in his arms – hit him right in the gut. All he could do was stare at her while bacon popped and sizzled behind him.

She began to fidget under his intense perusal, and with a small hand, quickly swiped back a lock of curls that was teasing the edge of her vision before she moved into the kitchen and toward him.

His breath began to come faster at her simple approach.

“You are making breakfast?” Feronia seemed to hedge, stating the obvious.

Words were not going to come to him at the moment, so he merely nodded.

A huge smile broke across her face and she beamed up at him, grey eyes sparkling with happiness. “Oh good, I’m starving. But…I fear you are burning the bacon.” Bopping him with a hip, she urged him aside and snatched the long forgotten spatula from his grasp.

“Bacon, right,” he offered lamely as he stepped to the side. He couldn’t seem to take his gaze away from her, not wanting to miss even the most minute nuance of her. If last night was all he would ever have with her, he wanted to commit it to memory. Commit this morning to memory, before she shunned him for his deplorable actions.

Gray eyes flicked up to his before she returned her focus to the bacon sizzling in the pan. “Why don’t you get the plates down—”

“Did you just shove me away with a hip?” Leo demanded, one eye ridge rising in query.

The winged woman froze, spatula in mid-air as she was about to flip the cooking slices of meat before Leo reached over her head and snatched back the stolen utensil.

“You get your pretty self over to a chair and just wait. I’m cooking breakfast here, and let’s be honest. When have you ever witnessed that?”

Laughter bubbled up from her, and she conceded her place before the stove, hands raised in surrender as she backed away and moved to the kitchen table. “Very true. By all means, cook away.”

Silence filled the kitchen while he set about with efficiency. Plates were retrieved; non burned bacon was piled onto a plate along with a heap of scrambled eggs. Toast popped up from the toaster and was quickly buttered, and hashbrowns filled up the rest of the plate. When the plate plunked down before her, those gray eyes nearly bugged from her head as she took in the mounds of food.

“I won’t be able to eat this all!”

With a smirk, he swiped up his own fork, dragged a kitchen chair close enough their knees nearly touched, and stabbed up a fluffy forkful of scrambled eggs, popping them into his mouth. “Less dishes to do,” he offered in answer to the question glittering in those gray eyes.

“Fair enough,” Feronia returned with a laugh, diving into the breakfast with the eagerness of hunger.

For a moment, they just ate in quiet companionship. Either that or they didn’t know what to say to each other. Leo noticed those gray eyes flick his way often, but her gaze would flit away just as fast. There was so much he wanted to say to her, but where did he start? And why was every moment between them overshadowed by this air of uncertainty?

Eventually she leaned back, resting one dainty hand against her sheet covered stomach. “I can’t eat any more, Leo,” she said with a satisfied sigh, pushing the rest of the filled plate across the table toward him. “Feel free to finish it.”

And so he did, diving in to the rest of the breakfast, quickly and efficiently.

Getting to her feet, Feronia stretched the lines of her back, wings stretching out as much as she could in the expanse of the kitchen. “I should really stretch my wings out. But…” She glanced down at herself. “I should probably go find some clothes before I head outside.”

She hadn’t taken more than a step away from the table when something caught her eye. “What’s this?” Feronia mused, the winged human stooping over to retrieve something half hidden behind the corner of the refrigerator.

“Hmm?” Leo grunted in question, turning to see what she referred to, and froze. He froze because there Feronia stood, shrouded in nothing but a sheet as she stared at the blue swath of his bandana. Pink seemed to tinge her cheeks as she looked upon the garment, that blush spreading across her face and even on down her neck.

Leonardo knew it wasn’t the garment itself causing Feronia such discomfort. It was remembering what he had done with it. With a curse, he stood, moving to her side and retrieving his bandana. “I tossed all our clothes into the washer. I must have missed this one. Look, Fer, I’m terribly sorry for last night. What I did…” A sigh gusted out of him as he struggled to find the words, the guilt over his actions rising to the surface in full force.

The blush seemed to leech from her features as she paled, sinking back into the kitchen chair. “You…you regret last night?”

“What? No!” Sinking to his haunches before her, he grabbed one of her hands in his, their joined fingers resting in her lap. A lap where the thickness of a mere sheet kept her from him… “I could never regret last night. “ His gaze flicked to the bandana that he was currently crushing in his free fist. “Feronia, I regret my actions last night.” And he raised the bandana up into her line of sight. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have tied you up or pinned you down. I—”

Cocking her head to the side in that odd manner of hers that was all Feronia, her words interrupted him mid speech. “Then why did you?”

Well, they were doing this now, he supposed. With another gusty sigh, he dragged his free hand still clutching that damn blue bandana over his head again as he sought for the right words. “I just…I know my brothers and I, us mutants, are strong. Stronger than the average human, and I even though I wanted you terribly, I was terrified of doing something, anything, that would hurt you or cause you harm. And the only way I seemed to be able to ensure that was to control the situation last night. In any way I could. I had no intention to initially bind your arms like I did, but my bandana had just been lying there and it seemed like such an easy solution to free up my hands so I—”

“I don’t see how it was so bad then?”

“Feronia,” Leonardo growled out, surging to his feet and storming half across the kitchen before whirling back to her. “It is because I liked it. The way you listened and responded to my commands, they way you trusted me to tie your arms up…it made my blood boil even more, even knowing what you went through at NexGen labs. What kind of sick fuck does that?”

In the silence that filled the kitchen, he couldn’t look at her. He was a deadly warrior, and he couldn’t look at the woman he made love to last night. Leonardo just stood there, breath heaving as he felt his world shatter around him. He couldn’t see the disappointment, the disgust in her eyes…

The warmth of a small hand settled against his left cheek, and he opened his eyes to find one sheet covered, winged beauty standing before him. And those pools of gray didn’t have a speck of disgust in them, nor disappointment. Was…was that a flare of heat swirling in the depths of her eyes? Her tongue flicked out to moisten the curve of her lower lip, and he found his gaze drawn to her mouth, a groan of need nearly slipping past his own lips.

“What…what if I like that about you?”

His mind seemed to stutter to a stop. “I don’t understand.”

“Leonardo, you are the only one that makes me feel like I have a dozen butterflies in my stomach. The only one who can give me an order and it makes my heart race. Last night was anything but disgusting or disappointing. It was erotic and sensual and so wonderfully overwhelming, and you gave that to me. And look,” Feronia continued, dropping her hand to slowly spin around in place before him. “I’m not broken or damaged in anyway…granted a little sore but, you ensured that. What does it say about me that I liked everything, everything¸ that you did?”

With every pound of his heart against his ribs, hope surged within him, flooding his veins as he looked down at the amazing creature who had nothing but honesty in her words and truth in her eyes.

Reaching up, she cupped his face between her palms, tugging him down to her. “Just thinking about last night…I burn for you, Leonardo.”

Those last words were his undoing, and he closed the distance between them, capturing her mouth with his and spearing a hand into the tresses of her hair so he could cup the back of her head. He felt her tongue flit against his lips, urging his need into a greater inferno. He had to make sure, though. He needed her to know that anything he did, everything he did, was for her.

Breaking the kiss, her disappointed little groan almost made his knees buckle. “Feronia, are you sure?”

She nodded. “I want to be with you, Leonardo. In every way I can.”

“Then,” Leo dropped his forehead against hers, reaching down within him for restraint. “Then, we will figure it out together. What we each like, what we don’t. What works for the both of us and…”

“Yes, Leo.”

His eyes flicked to the door to the bathroom across the kitchen, and the mere thought that struck him had his groin surging. Leo stepped away long enough to catch her hand in his and tug her along behind him as he crossed the kitchen, opening the doorway to the newly remodeled bathroom. One final tug had her within the space with him, and he closed the door. “I feel the need for a shower. And you are going to join me.”

He paused for a beat or two, watching every emotion that flitted across her face. Already he had delivered an order, a command, without even thinking. It was instinct to him, ingrained in him from such an early age, but he never realized until he had Feronia in his arms that a command could be so erotic, bring so much heat to his blood.

He watched her eyes widen a fraction, the pupils of her eyes expanding. Not in fear, but in arousal. The pale skin of her cheeks bloomed into a rosy hue, her lips parting as her breath picked up…oh yes. This was all arousal. Need. Desire. For him.

Although the newly remodeled bathroom now boasted more room, most of that space had gone to the shower since it had been expanded into what was the mudroom of the old farmhouse.

But, he didn’t want to think she never had any choices of her own in this relationship. So, while she remained there, watching him, he unwrapped the towel from around his waist, letting it drop to the bathroom floor before sliding the frosted glass doors of the new shower stall aside and stepping into the tiled space beyond. Frosted glass doors stretched from one wall to the other behind him, and the three tiled walls that boxed off the area sported a variety of handles and knobs on each wall.

It took three long strides to reach the wall opposite to the still open shower stall door, and as he crossed the tiled floor to start fiddling with knobs and handles, he was thankful Donnie designed the bathroom remodel to give either enough turning space for a massive shell or a pair of indigo-and-black wings. Even if this bathroom was half the size as the one they had in the lair.

Each set of knobs or levers seemed to operate the shower heads above them on each wall, and he began to turn on the water, adjusting the temperature to a decent warmth. As steam began to billow up from the water as it hit the coolness of the tiled floor before it flowed to the drain and disappeared, he pivoted enough to look back over his shoulder and the dark haired, winged woman still waiting in the main part of the bathroom. She still had the sheet wrapped around her, one dainty hand clutching the edges of the sheet closed against her chest.

Leonardo remained quiet, but did hold out one hand, palm up, in a silent question. Those slate gray eyes met his, and with a slow grin, she released her hold on the sheet and let it ruffle down her body to land in a pile at her feet, revealing her nakedness to his gaze.

As she placed her hand in his and he helped guide her into the depths of the shower stall and the building steam from the running water, his heart began to pound against his ribs again. He wondered if she was as affected as he.

Reaching over to slide the frosted shower door closed, Leo soon found himself enclosed in rising steam and the spray of warm water with the woman who meant everything to him standing before him, her fingers and still held in his. Letting her hand go, he reached up to place his palm against her chest, just below her collarbone and above her left breast. He couldn’t help rubbing tiny circles against the base of her throat with this thumb.

Beneath his large, green palm, her heartbeat thundered against his hand. His brows dove as he flicked his gaze up, capturing hers. “You’re nervous?”

“No”, she said rather breathlessly. “I mean, yes, I am nervous, but not the bad kind of nervous. More like…” Feronia seemed to trail off in thought as if she sought the right words. “More like excited we are standing in a shower naked together, yet nervous because I don’t know how this will all go between us, and then excited that you and I are doing this… this… relationship, together.”

“You’re nervous how things will be between you and me? After the talk we had in the kitchen?”

Feronia nodded, and Leo found his gaze drawn to her mouth as her tongue darted out to moisten her full lips. “You said you discovered last night that you liked tying me up a little. Well, among other elements as well.”

At her words, he wrenched his gaze back to hers and he focused entirely on what she was trying to say, ignoring the raging erection he knew he sported. What she was trying to convey pivotal to him. “I did,” he confirmed. Out in the kitchen, before he had dragged her into the bathroom to clean up with him, she had confessed to enjoying what they did together. Was she changing her mind?

The winged human took a tiny step toward him, bringing herself closer until their bodies were nearly touching, her face turned up to his. Leonardo didn’t see any sort of worry creasing that smooth brow, only curiosity glimmered up at him in the depths of those gray eyes.

“Will you always have to tie me up in some way?”

His sudden bark of laughter was one of relief, not mockery, and he felt the tension he hadn’t realized he was holding ease from his shoulders. “Oh, Sweetheart,” he exclaimed, moving away from her and rolling his shoulders as the last of the pent up tension from the morning drained away while he scanned the shower stall for a bar of soap. Spotting it, he snagged it up in one hand before turning back to his girl. “Tying you up was something impromptu, even if it was something I really liked. But no, it won’t be every time. I don’t think I will need it,” Leo finished.

“Oh really? Do tell, my dear warrior.”

Leonardo decided he really liked her calling him that. Reaching out, he caught the back of her head in his free hand and stooped down, capturing her lips with his in a quick, searing kiss that he broke instantly. This time, he caught her gaze with a heated look that brooked no argument. “Open your mouth for me, Fer,” he murmured a split second before he claimed her mouth again. The shiver that coursed through her from head to toe didn’t go unnoticed. And the first flick of his tongue against her lips revealed them already parted. As exhilaration flooded his veins at her eagerness to relent his request, he groaned as he swept inside the warm recess of her mouth, tasting her as he wished. Her own tongue flicked and dueled with his, but when she tried to follow his tongues retreat into his mouth, he broke the kiss off, rising as his chest heaved to catch his breath.

“Instead of just telling you why, why don’t I show you, Sweetheart?” At her nod, he backed up a bit and brandished the soap he had snagged. “We should try to get clean before we get too carried away, though.”

“Alright,” Feronia agreed, her voice laced with a huskier note. Turning, she closed her eyes and stepped beneath the warm spray from one of the shower heads. Leo simply watched for a moment as rivulets of clear water cascaded down her shoulders, running down the slim line of her back to track between her wing-base at the back of her shoulders. He was helpless, gaze seized by those trails of water as they dipped into the curve at her lower back before following her body over her ass. All that creamy skin beckoned him like a man dying of thirst who just found that lifesaving drink of water.

Leo moved in.

Drawing behind her, he slid the hand still clutching the soap under her right wing and around the trim valley of her waist until his soap-filled hand settled against her stomach where a belly button should be. Gently, he drew her back against him until her weight settled back against his plastron protected chest. Her back was lined up to his front, and he groaned as his lower body, hard and aching, pressed up against the small of her back. Reaching around with his other hand, he turned the water off from the showerheads spraying directly on them, leaving water spraying from the walls on his left and right.

Pressing a kiss to the top of her soaked hair, his hands drew in slick caresses up her arms to her shoulders and then back down, where he snagged a hold of both wrists in a gentle grasp, the soap nearly flying from his wet hand in the process. All focus on her, watching every nuance and every reaction, he brought her hands up, bending her arms at the elbows until he drew her hands to the back of her head. He placed her hands one on top of the other, and then settled his soap free hand over both of hers. It left her standing before him, both arms held up and hands behind her head as she faced the wall ahead of them. A tremble raced through her dark feathered wings. “Sweetheart, I don’t want these arms moving. Understood?”

When she shook her head, he felt a bolt of instinct. “No. I need you to answer me, always. With words. I want to make sure you’re safe with everything we do, Fer. And a simple nod of your head does not convey everything.”

“Okay, Leo. I won’t move my arms.”

And that’s when it hit him. A musky scent began to mix with the steam filling the bathroom; one that almost sent him to his knees with need. Feronia was aroused by this. By him. By his dominance.

Willing his body under his control, he pushed the feeling of his enflamed flesh pressed against her slick back from his mind, clearing his head to focus. Letting her hands go, he reached around and began to rub the bar of soap between his two green, three fingered hands, working up a thick, rich lather. And then he explored Feronia’s body, soap slicked hands first settling against the curve of her hips before he dropped to a knee, running his hands down the smooth expanse of one smooth, lean leg. Her breath hitched when his fingers lingered on the skin behind her knee, and he catalogued that away for later, for when he would repeat this whole process with his mouth as he tasted every inch of her. He let his hands leave one leg to encircle her other ankle, repeating the process of spreading the slick soap up that wet leg.

As he neared the tops of her thighs, instead of diving right between her legs, he slid his hands to her ass, cupping the pert globes in each hand, running his palms over all that creamy skin. She shifted when he let his thumb trace the crease of her buttocks, and he couldn’t help the wolfish grin he felt on his face when he heard a breathy moan.

He determined it would be the first of many moans she breathed before he was through. The sounds she made last night during their passionate moment in the kitchen during the storm surfaced to his mind, and he wondered what other sounds of pleasure he could get her to make.

Well, he was determined to find out.

Rising back to his feet, he again urged her back against him, her now soapy skin slicking against his, adding to the sensual feel of skin on hide.

“Do you soap up your feathers?” he asked down toward the top of her head. He loved their height differences.

Feronia’s arms began to lower as she started to turn around.

Before he realized he even moved, Leonardo had a hand flying up to settle against the column of her throat in a solid, steady weight, drawing her back against him with a sudden tug. “What did I say?”

Her gasp was audible in the shower, but she hurriedly replaced her hands behind her head.

That musky scent came stronger.

“Um, yes, once a week I do try to suds them all up, but unless I am really grimy or dirty, I just rinse them. They take forever to dry.”

“Well, you were just eating dirt practically all day yesterday while you were practicing your flying,” Leo started, stamping down the anger and frustration her actions had inflicted on him when he discovered she had been practicing on her own. But they had already discussed that, and now, in this shower, was not the time to dredge that topic back up. “So why don’t we get these wings clean?”

And with those words, he let his hand drift away from the column of her neck, back to her shoulder while he settled his other hand on the other side of her neck before following the same path from neck to shoulder.

The contrast between the deep green of his hide was stark against the white porcelain of her skin, and he was once again floored that this stunning creature was giving herself to him in such a deep, complete way. It was a gift he would not squander.

He followed the line of her shoulders to the spine of her back, dipping down to the space between her wing-base, and then the calloused hide of his palms were rasping up over the arching rise of each feather covered wing. Tracing each wing edge, he mapped out the path to the bend in her wing, following the arch of the wing joint and down to the long sweeping stretch of indigo touched feathers, lowering to his haunches once again to follow them to where the wing tips hovered, shakingly, just above the tiled floor. He snatched up the soap to quickly work up more lather before running the flat of his hands down the broad blade of each wing.

“Are your wings sensitive?”

“No, and yes. I never liked people touching them before. In the lab, the scientists, anything with my wings was always another test, another X-ray, or whatever else they needed. So they aren’t sensitive, oh say like—”

Her words broke off as he took his right hand away from her right wing and curved his hand around the upper thigh of her left leg, his two fingers slicking between the skin of her inner thighs, nearly, but not quite, ghosting the sensitive flesh between her legs.

Feronia actually gave a little jump and a shout in surprise, and his eyes flew to her hands pressed against the back of her head. Her hands were clenched into two fists against the wet tendrils of her black hair as she strove to listen to his order. Good girl.

He repeated the ghosting caress again. “Sensitive like this?”

“N-n-no, not sensitive like that.”

“I think I understand what you are trying to say.” Leo removed his hand from her leg and continued to soap up her wings, running his hands along the inside expanse of each wing. “Your wings are a unique, glorious part of your body. Someone just coming up and caressing them is just as intimate of a touch as, say, caressing a breast.” And with his words, he reached his hands around to slick them up the smooth plains of her front until he had the weight of each breast cupped in a hand.

A moan wrenched from her throat. “Y-yes.”

With his own breath heaving and heart thundering in his chest, Leo spent a long moment massaging and caressing her breasts, feeling the nipples harden against his palms. And when he flicked his soap slicked thumbs over the pert peaks, Feronia arched her back against him with a gasping moan, breath panting just as hard as his.

“Leo, I…please…”

“Mmm…I’m not quite done soaping you up yet, Sweetheart.”

Her groan of frustration made his pride soar.

He finished soaping up her torso, and then let one hand drift down her front, lower over her smooth abdomen, and into the curls that crested the v of her thighs.

But he wanted more.

With one foot, he nudged her feet apart, coaxing her to spread her legs for him, hearing the hitch in her heaving breaths as she slid her feet further and further apart.

“Leo, I’m going to slip on the tile,” Feronia groaned out.

“Shh,” he murmured into the top of her hair while he slung his other arm around her waist, solidly holding her tight against him. “A little more, Feronia.”

At his order, she moaned, wings beginning to tremble with her rising arousal, and he grinned as she eased her feet apart even more, trusting him to keep her from slipping.

“That’s it,” he groaned, the need rising audibly in his chest as he took a moment to collect his control.

He had the winged woman in his embrace, arms held behind her head by her own will to follow his command, legs spread, and standing vulnerable before him.

He slipped his hand down further and past that thatch of dark curls.

Both their groans filled the steam shrouded shower in unison as his two fingers began to slick through the folds of her most intimate place. She was so slick and wet and hot in his hand.

But Leonardo forced himself to take his time. Dredged up every minute amount of discipline that had been drilled in him with hours upon hours of tedious training to create the warrior he was today. And as his forefinger slicked up and over that little nubbin of flesh that had her calling out last night, he needed every ounce of that warriors control as his name left her lips in a husky shout.

He mapped her body here too, circling that tiny nub that had this woman shuddering and moaning in his arms. It was a good thing he had a solid arm around her waist as she writhed against him, and he bit off a curse as the soap-slicked skin of her lower back caressed over the aching flesh of his erection. Leo wasn’t sure how much more he could take.

So he dipped a finger lower, seeking her entrance and slowly pushing in, trying to focus on her reactions, ready to catch any sign of pain from her. Leonardo knew he was larger than what he had seen in his research of human men, and he would not, would not¸ hurt Feronia in any way.

But as her heat encompassed his finger, muscles fluttering around the intrusion and her moans turned wholly needy and urgent, he began to realize the wonder of the female body as she accommodated his finger.

Leo needed her. Needed to be inside her. Now.

Removing his hand and loving the little growl of disagreement she gave at his action, he lifted her enough to stand on her own two feet and turned her to face him.

Her gorgeous features had his heart skipping a beat. Gray eyes filled with desire turned up to meet his gaze, cheeks flushed a rosy hue, mouth plump and swollen from his earlier kisses. Wet curls of midnight black hair hung around her shoulders, and the expanse of her wings shuddered with the tremors that raced through them.

He dipped his head down for a quick kiss. “Remember, keep those arms up.”

And with that reminder, he crouched down, gripped her ass in his hands, and hoisted her up, lifting her legs around his waist as much as his shell would allow. Backing her up against the tiled wall, he pressed her against the smooth surface, forcing her wings to spread to accommodate and using his upper body to pin her against the wall long enough to shift the hold he hand on her legs, quickly grasping under one knee with a hand, draping that leg over his forearm, before securing her other leg just the same.

Once he was certain she was secure, he eased up the pressure he was putting on her with his upper body, and reveled in their new position. With her trembling hands still remaining behind her head, keeping her bent arms raised, her entire weight was in his arms. And with her legs draped over his forearms as they were, he could keep her legs spread as open as he desired. It put her core right in line with his aching cock, and he knew it must feel like a very vulnerable position.

And watched the reaction cross her face, the way her eyes widened when her vulnerability registered, the way her breath picked up and her pulse leapt in her throat.

“Oh, god, Leonardo,” she moaned out. “Can I please use my hands?”

He shook his head. “No.”

The shudder that coursed through her preceded the sudden wetness he felt where their bodies nearly joined, further proof that she truly desired this interaction between them.

“But, I just want to touch you too,” Feronia practically whined.

“Keep your arms there, Fer,” Leo restated his demand. “This is all about you. You can explore me all you want later.”

And then with her thighs gripped in each hand, legs dragged over his forearms, he lowered her, slowly, until he felt the head of his cock slip through her folds, and he shifted her until he finally felt the heat of her entrance begin to open over his aching flesh.

He eased her down, feeling her body flutter and squeeze around him as he slid into her welcoming heat. Her dusky lashes drifted down over her eyes as she moaned when his first ridge slipped past her opening, and he grit out her name.

“Eyes open and on me.”

Gray eyes flew open, and as he continued to slowly lower her, their gazes never once broke from the each other. A surge of emotion welled in him as he watched the expressions cross her face; determination to listen to his commands and keep her trembling arms up and hands clasped behind her head, keep her eyes open and on him, even as passion and desire danced across her features. It was a surge of emotion he had felt for this winged woman long before this shower, long before last night. Slowly lowering her onto him, feeling her body grip him like a fist, only enhanced that surging emotion tenfold.

Leonardo, fierce ninja warrior, defender of innocents, protector of New York City, loved this woman with every fiber of his being.

Love. He was in love with Feronia so much he felt as if his heart would burst. He had been in love with her since she first raged at him on that windy rooftop, raging at him about needing her freedom. Never had he felt such an emotion of this strength. But…did…did she feel the same? He could demand it of her, order her to tell him how she felt.

But he didn’t want that. He wanted the words from her of her own free will. And he wanted those words from her when not influenced with the heady drug of passion and desire as he took her in the most intimate way a man could take a woman.

No, he would bide his time and tell her when it was the right moment to do so. For now, he would show her with his actions.

She still had much to take of his shaft, so he narrowed his focus to the goal of lowering her onto him, the muscles in his arms bunched and tight as they easily held her weight against him.

“Leo,” she gasped when another of his concentric ridges slid into her.

For a long time, the steam filled shower was filled with the combination of their ragged gasps as he sank her onto him, her breathy moans and whimpers urging him to drive into her even as his warrior’s pride reined himself in. Maybe in time, some day, he would be able to sink into her in one solid thrust like he longed to do. But until he was certain she could take such treatment without suffering damage or pain, he would control the situation so he could keep her safe.

Feronia tried to wriggle in his grasp a bit, and he cursed out as it caused her to slip down on him a little faster than he wished. But he was seated fully inside her, the heat of her body surrounding his. Dipping his head forward, he caught her mouth with his as he lifted his arms, raising her off of him and feeling himself glide from her depths.

They groaned in unison.

He repeated the same process, until Feronia was a mass of begging need, nearly sobbing in her desperation to have more of him as the passion between them heated tenfold. But he took her as he needed, as he wanted…slow and steady, raising and lowering her onto his cock while warm water sprayed on either side of them and steam rose up to shroud them in their own little world.

And he held out until he felt her body stiffen and her eyes roll up into her head a split second before her heat clenched around him in an unrelenting fist. Her back arched, pushing her body away from the wall in a bow, her wings shuddering as they hung on either side of her and his name wrenching from the depths of her throat on an airy, wailing cry. Then, only then, did he let himself go, let his body succumb to the release that surged through him, and he held her tight to him as he felt his cock pulse inside her depths as Leo emptied himself into her body.

Leaning his head down, chest heaving as he gasped for breath, he drew his mouth to her ear, whispering that she could lower her arms.

At once, her arms lowered to wind around his head, gripping him to her as she shuddered in his arms, her wings curving forward to drape around them both.

Eventually he shifted his hold to lower her, uncaring of how his hands shook as he reverently placed a hand on either side of her head and kissed her slowly.

***

Later that night, with her head pillowed on his chest, Feronia contentedly listened to Leonardo breathe, finding the rhythmic thud of his heart against her ear soothing in a way she couldn’t describe. Idly, she traced small circles against the muscled planes of his plastron protected abdomen while one large, warm hand caressed her lower back, smiling when his fingers tended to reach out to graze the swell of her butt.

This wonderful man, raised in the shadows of the New York City sewers into a commanding, honorable warrior and leader, spent the entire day taking her body in some form or another. And it wasn’t all just sex. After the shower, true to his word, he let her explore him as she wished…after his voice dipped down into that note of command that caused awareness to arrow through her and slick heat to grow between her thighs as he told her to use her mouth, and only her mouth.

She felt him shift beneath her as he turned his head, his lips pressing a kiss into the crown of her hair. Feronia smiled against his chest at the action. It was something Leonardo seemed to do often, pressing that particular kiss against the top of her head.

“What are you thinking?” his voice rumbled into the darkness of the bedroom.

She took a moment to find the right words. “Just how content I am.” Sliding her hand over his chest and down his side until her arm stretched over him, she hugged him to her before propping herself up on the brown expanse of his modified plastron to find his eyes in the semi darkness of the moonlight bedroom. “How right this feels. How happy I am that you busted in to NexGen labs.”

Two green, muscled arms slid up under her wings and wrapped around her, holding her even tighter to him.

“Feronia, I—”

She cut off his words with a gentle press of her fingers against his wide lips. She didn’t want to hear about NexGen anymore. But she had needed him to know her thanks for giving her a life she never imagined she could have while in that lab.

Rising up, she leaned in and kissed him, pouring everything she felt into that kiss. Their time together was drawing short. His brothers were returning tomorrow, and Leonardo could not stay with her indefinitely at the farmhouse. He had a city to protect, and warrior brothers to lead in that endeavor. She could not monopolize his time.

There was so much she wanted to tell him, so much new and strange emotions flooding her she felt overwhelmed by them all. How did she tell the man who walked into danger nearly every day that she…that she…

With an almost desperate hunger, she shifted, lifting her wings high over her back until the wings nearly pressed back-to-back so she had the room to climb up and swing a leg over his hips without once breaking their kiss. As her wings lowered, she felt his hands run up and down her spine, the calloused palms sending sensations skittering over nerve endings.

If she didn’t know how to say it, because in all reality, although the words seemed so simple, voicing them seemed far less so, she would just have to show him.

So she moved over the top of him, kissing him with hungry yearning, feeling her lips lift into a smile against his mouth when one three-fingered hand fisted in her hair as he took total control of the kiss from her. It amazed her how easily he could do so. Take control. And how eagerly her body responded to that. Feronia would have never, ever, guessed that someone ordering her to explore his body with nothing but her mouth would be so sensually exhilarating, especially when she spent her entire existence bucking against authority.

But with Leonardo, it was more than just controlling her. Her acquiescence seemed to stoke the flames of passion in him as easily as his dominance seemed to ignite a wildfire within her. And yet, through it all, she felt safe. Protected. Treasured.

And yet, she couldn’t help but feel that everything was too perfect. That something was seething on the horizon, lurking, ready to snatch her happiness from her with unrelenting fervor. What was that saying? Waiting for the shoe to drop? Feronia thought she finally understood what that phrase meant.

As Leonardo kissed her so thoroughly she began to see stars against her eyelids, Fer slid one hand down his body to grasp him in her hand, causing the man-turtle to break his kiss with a low, guttural grown that had her belly clenching deep and low. She wanted him, and she wanted him now.

Rising up, she kept her hand gripped around him as she lowered herself over him, lining him up to her body until he began to sink into her, a groan of pleasure erupting from them both.

Those cobalt blue eyes of his speared into her, and she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his even if she tried. She didn’t know a look of his could get more intense, but as he lay there propped up in her big bed to accommodate the shell on his back, that intense gaze watched her as she lowered herself onto him, biting her lip against the slight, stinging stretch that still seemed to happen until she finally was grinding down against his hips. And for a long moment, the sounds of their panted moans filled the night cloaking them as she rode her warrior.

But it wasn’t long until she felt two strong hands grip her hips, holding her half raised above him, poised as he began to surge up into her over and over, faster and faster, until all she could do was toss her head back as Leonardo claimed her yet again.

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Flight to Freedom

A Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles fanfic, a Leonardo/OC romance, that takes place after the events in Out of the Shadows.

Author’s Note - It has been some time since I updated this story, so I felt the need to put out a portion, PORTION, of the newest chapter. There is definitely more to Chapter Twelve to come, and it will be posted very soon. There is no denying that Leo’s story has a touch of BDSM to it. It took me some time because I wanted to make sure this next section was done right. Many stories of BDSM potential content is portrayed as abusive, probably because they don’t understand it, and that isn’t right. It should be loving, consensual, and safe. So enjoy the start of Chapter Twelve, and I will get the rest to you all very soon.

Chapter Twelve

From one breath to the next, he went from sleep to fully awake. Tense. On alert. Poised to take out a threat…something was pinning him down.

Feronia…

Snuggling her very naked body closer.

Leo felt his own body respond.

How could he do what he did? To her?? It wasn’t right. She deserved better treatment than what he gave her last night. And as memories of last night floated up in his mind…

Her moans as he caressed her, her cries as he sank into her…

He was halfway through whipping up breakfast when he wondered if he should wake her up after all. He didn’t want her to have a cold meal be the first thing that greeted her when she came down.

“Leo?”

She began to fidget under his intense perusal, and with a small hand, quickly swiped back a lock of curls that was teasing the edge of her vision before she moved into the kitchen and toward him.

His breath began to come faster at her simple approach.

“You are making breakfast?” Feronia seemed to hedge, stating the obvious.

Words were not going to come to him at the moment, so he merely nodded.

Gray eyes flicked up to his before she returned her focus to the bacon sizzling in the pan. “Why don’t you get the plates down—”

“Did you just shove me away with a hip?” Leo demanded, one eye ridge rising in query.

The winged woman froze, spatula in mid-air as she was about to flip the cooking slices of meat before Leo reached over her head and snatched back the stolen utensil.

“You get your pretty self over to a chair and just wait. I’m cooking breakfast here, and let’s be honest. When have you ever witnessed that?”

Laughter bubbled up from her, and she conceded her place before the stove, hands raised in surrender as she backed away and moved to the kitchen table. “Very true. By all means, cook away.”

“I won’t be able to eat this all!”

“Fair enough,” Feronia returned with a laugh, diving into the breakfast with the eagerness of hunger.

And so he did, diving in to the rest of the breakfast, quickly and efficiently.

The blush seemed to leech from her features as she paled, sinking back into the kitchen chair. “You…you regret last night?”

Cocking her head to the side in that odd manner of hers that was all Feronia, her words interrupted him mid speech. “Then why did you?”

“I don’t see how it was so bad then?”

“What…what if I like that about you?”

His mind seemed to stutter to a stop. “I don’t understand.”

With every pound of his heart against his ribs, hope surged within him, flooding his veins as he looked down at the amazing creature who had nothing but honesty in her words and truth in her eyes.

Reaching up, she cupped his face between her palms, tugging him down to her. “Just thinking about last night…I burn for you, Leonardo.”

Breaking the kiss, her disappointed little groan almost made his knees buckle. “Feronia, are you sure?”

She nodded. “I want to be with you, Leonardo. In every way I can.”

“Yes, Leo.”

He watched her eyes widen a fraction, the pupils of her eyes expanding. Not in fear, but in arousal. The pale skin of her cheeks bloomed into a rosy hue, her lips parted as her breath picked up…oh yes. This was all arousal. Need. Desire. For him.

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