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.
April was a beautiful creature in every sense of the word. And Donatello prayed to whatever god was out there that she'd ignore the other flies she had lured to her with her charm and beauty and choose him over the others. Pick him out of the rest that she drew to her web. He was hers to do whatever she liked. Whether it was to love him till the end of t