April O'Neil was like a spider. A beautiful one with a yellow body and beautiful blue eyes. And Donatello was like a fly drawn to such beauty. Like a fly, he knew that she could be dangerous. That getting too close could hurt him. Yet, he didn't care. He wanted to get as close as he could.
And like a fly drawn to a spider's web, he was caught in hers. Every inch of his being was wrapped up in the thread of every word she uttered, the way her mouth curved when she smiled and her intoxicating scent. He knew he should struggle to get away, to leave while he could. To cut himself off from being smitten, but he couldn't. Nor did he want to.
Apri