Though the weather topside was frightful, Dani was pleased to find that inside the sewer was delightful.  Christmas was only two sleeps away, and the spirit was definitely in the air as the four turtles gathered in front of the television in their cozy lair, distracted by an old holiday special.  Dani smiled, dropping her bags and shucking off her heavy coat before walking over to the couch.  String lights twinkled around the otherwise dark living area.  A little less than half of a surprisingly wonderful smelling peppermint and gingerbread pizza sat on the table, surrounded by mugs of steamy, rich hot cocoa.  Her presence was only noticed when she stepped over Michelangelo and scooted past Raphael to squeeze between him and Donatello on the couch.  Various greetings followed as she settled down into her spot.

“You hungry, Dan?” asked Michelangelo as he picked up a slice of his interesting holiday twist of their favorite food to offer to her.  It wasn’t nearly as questionable as some of the other pizzas he’d whipped up in the past, but she still had to decline.

“No, thank you,” she said, shaking her head.  “Had a Christmas luncheon at work and I’m still full.  Maybe later.”

He chuckled, bringing the piece to his own mouth to bite into.  With his mouth full of half-chewed gingerbread crust, he said, “Suit yourself.”

“Cold?” Donatello asked, throwing the blanket he had been sitting under over her without waiting for an answer before tossing an arm around her to pull her closer.  It was debatable whether or not her boyfriend was the cold-blooded reptile that he claimed to be, because his embrace thawed her out in an instant.

“Not anymore,” she answered and rested her head against him.  “What are you guys watching?”

“A Christmas Carol,” replied Leonardo.

“Third one this week,” Raphael muttered.

Michaelangelo scoffed at his brother’s statement.  “Hey, they’re all different!  Last one had Muppets in it.”

“Yeah, we shoulda quit while we were ahead.”

As Dani laughed at this exchange, she felt a hand settle on her thigh.  She looked over at Donatello, who spared a her a brief glance with a subtle smirk before turning his attention back to the television and giving her a squeeze.  This extra jolly mood of his was unexpected, but not unwelcome.  She rested against him, getting comfortable so she could enjoy the show.

A hush fell over the group as they collectively continued to watch the Christmas movie.  Try as Dani may, she couldn’t focus on the classic when the turtle beside her wasn’t being nearly as innocent as appearances would portray.  Beneath blanket was warm, but it was Donatello’s touch which really cranked up the heat.  His fingers gently kneaded the plush flesh of her lap, causing a warmth to pool between her legs.  As if he was drawn to that molten heat that bloomed, his hand slid upwards.  A rough fingertip gently traced the waistband of her comfy sweats.  She shivered from the contact on her bare skin, causing him to pull her in closer under the guise of further warming her up.

Dani’s heart pounded in its cage and blood thrummed in her ears, nearly drowning out the sound of the old film by the time Donatello was bold enough to slip his hand into the waistband of her panties.  Her legs remained firmly clenched together as arousal began to dampen the garment.  This didn’t deter his hand from its intrepid endeavor.  His deft fingers were freezing, feeling like icicles as they plunged into her molten core.

She wasn’t a ninja.  Perhaps opposites attracted, because she certainly was not as stealthy or sneaky as her counterparts.  Her eyes screwed shut and she curled closer to him when his finger settled between her cleft.  To keep herself from whimpering when he brushed that painfully sensitive bundle of nerves, her teeth chewed the inside of her cheek.  She felt the soft, low rumble of laughter rise in his chest as the arm that held her squeezed again.

“You sleepy, Dandan?” Donnie whispered, warm breath fanning over her skin.  She knew that he was just trying to tease her and push his boundaries.  She also knew that if she opened her mouth right now, she’d probably sound as desperate as she truly was in that moment.  A nod was the only thing she could muster as the pad of his finger continued tracing loving, yet wicked patterns along her slit.

Dani’s eyes scanned the room around her, trying not to move her head to make it obvious that she was gauging the attention of Donnie’s brothers.  Raphael looked like he was on the verge of his own nap, Michelangelo was focused on the movie, and Leonardo’s face was unreadable.  Her thighs were getting slick from both her boyfriend and the thought of being caught or called out.  He must have read her mind, because his two girthy fingers pressed into her.  She tensed and swallowed down her moan before it could be heard.

This was torture, plain and simple.  Donatello knew she was defenseless to his touch.  While she had given in, she was not giving up.  The arm of hers that had been wedged between their bodies wriggled forward.  She took a page out of his book and rested her hand on his thigh.  Rather than freeze from her retaliation like she expected, he shifted in his spot and his legs parted the slightest bit.  The cheeky turtle was encouraging her.  She began rubbing his inner thigh, matching his languid pace.  They were both definitely making the naughty list this year.