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First time

THE ❝FIRST TIME❞ MEME

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THE LIST!

01] Romantic | You waited and waited and waited for the right moment to take this final step with your partner, and it really paid off; neither of you can imagine this night (or day!) to be any better than it is right now.

02] The Only Time | You know somewhere in your heart that you won't be getting a second chance for this. The relationship is forbidden, or they're moving away, or you're moving away, or something is tearing this relationship apart, and that may be the last thing you want.

03] Set-Up | ... Oh. Well. Someone nudged you and this other person together, the one that you may have loved or hated or been friends with your entire life. It isn't completely by choice, but it doesn't sound like that bad of an idea... Or maybe it does. Who knows?

04] Experience Difference | One of you knows exactly what to do, and the other doesn't! Maybe they're just a natural at this kind of thing... or maybe there's a thing or two they haven't told you yet.

05] Hesitant | One (or both) of you aren't quite sure if you're ready for this next big step... at the same time, you want this to happen, though the thought makes butterflies flutter around in the pit of your stomach.

06] Awkward | It feels like everything that can go wrong does go wrong. Relax? You can't relax! This is s-s-s-s-sex-- oh, boy, there's another mistake.

07] Wildcard | This is the "other" option. Choose any of the above or create your own!

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connikebox]

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Hey. Don. [ From her perch a few inches from him, Terra looks up, her cheek pressed against the old couch on which they sit. Her hair fans out in seventeen different directions: a wild creature in its own right, or a halo skewed. Creak. Squeak. Legs move so that knees can drape over knees. Swish.

How did she get here? How did he? Doesn't matter. She didn't think it through.

(She seldom does.)

A gloveless palm floats along his thigh. Somewhere along the way, she moves close enough that her chin bumps his shoulder.

It's not the only thing bumping; Terra's heart pumps quicker, too. She's still got chapped lips and her breath smells like cherry slurpie. Her jacket's bunched up in a careless heap lost to memory.

It's cold down here. That's why she's got gooseflesh on her bare shoulders. ]

Tell me if it gets too much, 'right?

[ Since's she's no good.

At that (in general). Ever. All or nothing. Here's a kiss for luck? ]

[Terra isn't the only one nervous here, although Donnie is most certainly keeping it as well hidden as he can. As he looks at her when she says his name, and smiles slightly.

His own heart pounding behind his plastron when her hand touches his thigh, when she moves to bump her chin on his shoulder, sure he can't get goosebumps but he most certainly can shiver from well... He'd blame the cold, but it really wasn't it.

So when she asks him to tell her if it gets too much, he swallows and nods.]

I can do th--

[Oop, words cut short from that good luck kiss. He will almost eagerly kiss her back.]

[ It's less nervousness that leads to the quivering in her, more...excitement. A thrill, since he's so close and so new. Uncharted territory. His whole body's an adventure.

Terra's an explorer by nature, you know.

Once she's pulled away from the kiss and took her hand with her, she traces down the surface of his— ] What do you call this, again?

[ She means plastron. Chest armor. Whatever. The name doesn't matter; what does is how she can memorize the texture under her fingertips, then inch closer, her leg now fully tangled in his. ]

Plastron...

[He says a bit breathlessly, even though the kiss wasn't that long he's a bit out of his element here. But also excited.

Anyway the texture of his plastron is much different from a non-soft shelled turtle, it's softer and kind of leathery to the touch. Not as soft as his shell on his back, but still soft. And of course when her leg ends up tangled with his, he swallows a bit nervously as he brings his one hand to rest at Terra's hip. Can't let her have all the fun.]

Plastron. Got it. [ Narrator: "She did, in fact, not got it."

Remembering it or otherwise, she stretches the entire span of her reach until her pinkie hits one of his collarbones and curls there. The sensation of his plating against her...she can't say she expected the give. It almost reminds her of skin? Maybe? Similar but different enough that it tugs her lips into a considering nibble. ]

D'ya feel that?

[ Her thumb strokes along where under-shell meets his skin.

For his effort, her hips wiggle against his exploring hand. Already, the waistband of her jean shorts has rolled down, her lower stomach on display.

Terra's tan all over, but a little lighter there; faint scars and knicks scatter across her thighs and legs, especially at her knees. There's a patch of stubble on her right calf that could tickle anything it scrapes.

If he'd been expecting a soft, squishy human, she's not that ticket.

At least not in the places he can see. ]

[Honestly he doesn't expect anyone to remember such a term, as he bites his lower lip when she strokes along where his plastron and skin meet. It's much more intimate than he is used to, but it's also nice.

As to Terra's question?]

Y... Yeah. It's nice?

[He can't help it, his eyes do wander a little. Taking in what he can see of her body and taking stock of everything. As he moves his thumb to gently rub at her exposed skin, noting any faint scars and such that he sees and mental notes to be careful when he touches there. In case Terra would be uncomfortable with that.

And honestly he doesn't know what he expected, but squishy is only one thing he thought of.]

Awesome.

[ So she doesn't stop. Her direction floats, a little aimlessly, until further notice. Then she darts in again, steals another kiss. Closer still now. Chest against chest.

Can he feel that, too? All of it, a wicked part of her thinks, but she ignores that implication. It's more fun to just rest her other hand on his shoulder, teasing fingers at the nape of his neck.

It's allll for fun.

For his wandering eyes, he'll probably discern that she doesn't balk when he gets close to any blemish she's collected; none of them are fresh and, apparently, sensitive enough to garner a reaction from her.

His brushing across them wouldn't be the reason she shivers, anyway. If he gets what we mean.

Speaking of getting it, clever ninja eyes might notice this: Terra's clothes hang and bunch in a way that points to her not wearing a bra. Or underwear.

As you do(n't).

Her leg rocks a half-arc until her knee hits the couch below them. ]

[He can feel it, yeah. If asked he would totally explain that his shell is more like part of his skeleton? So of course he can feel it. But that would probably kill the mood, and she didn't ask so he doesn't say anything.

Instead he shivers under her touch, as he moves his other hand to wander about her body as well. And it's not just with his eyes that he notices that detail of her state of dress, a hand trailing up her side and very easily being able to feel that... Yup, that's a lack of a bra.

Not that he can say anything about that, it's not like he wears more than his ninja gear and battle shell. So he'd be a hypocrite to say anything about that. So instead his face just manages to flush even redder when he realizes that detail.]

[ Call it oversimplification, but she figures that nudity for him vs. nudity for her's two different animals. He sort of walks around with nothing on like Bugs Bunny. Anything important's tucked away under the...

...you know what, she has not thought about that, to no one's surprise, and she will continue not to until they cross that bridge. Instead, she tips deeper into the kiss they share, not always hitting his lips dead on. Her attention hovers: mouth, corners, chin, cheek (she nuzzles at his temple), forehead against his. Blonde hair spills over in two curtains that likely tickle whatever they skirt.

Hundreds of freckles dust the bridge of her nose. In the sum of its parts, her face isn't one you'd call pretty, with eyes and front teeth disproportionate to thin lips, and brows that sit too heavy. But she moves as easy as summer breezes.

Up close, he'll see everything.

Until her head's down again, this time to direct a smooch right below where his ear would be. ]

[Honestly if this keeps up? She's going to find out just how that all works eventually. But not thinking is a good idea, it's something Donnie is trying his best to do just following her lead with the kissing when their lips meet and letting out surprised little gasps at the not lip places she kisses.

And he notices those little things about her with her so close, and really he would call them pretty. Simply because to him it is. As he moves his hands to rub her sides and moving a thumb to hook the edge of her shorts/pants, not yet moving to tug at them just yet.

At her kissing by his "ear" though?]

Ah... That's. Heh.

[It tickles.]

Still good to go?

[ To keep her free-spirit instincts at bay, she's gotta check in with him from time to time. Always, in the back of her (thick) head, his touch-aversion rattles around. Does he like this? Does he like that?

She wants him to like this. ~~To like her, even if that's deeper than surface level for her, even if it comes later.~~.

Wanting a better read, she straightens up, less realizing that 'oops, she's pretty much in his lap' than is productive. ]

You can kiss me wherever you want, y'know.

[ Evening the playing field. Just bros doing bro things. ]

[Give him a moment to answer, his head is a little swimmy from what they've done thus far and well? Having her basically in his lap doesn't help, because wow he is kind of aware of that right now.

So he shakes his head a little to clear it and give her an answer with words.]

Yeah... Yeah I'm good.

[As to being told he can kiss Terra wherever, well that makes him freeze up a little. She may just feel him stiffening underneath her.]

Oh, okay. I'll. I'll do that.

[He does not do that, yet.]

[ Don't worry, she's good. She's chill. He can take his time, she'll stick to her course. And, in case we've forgotten what that looks like, she's going to dive in to kiss his neck.

'Dive' may be somewhat generous, though. Rare hesitation rears its ugly head in her movements; her tongue soothes her nibbled-on lower lip, pinker shades prevailing on her exposed skin.

For once, she could be considered cute? Instead of ~~mean~~ impossibly aloof and badass. Y'know how it is. But she eventually stomps out that demure urge, her teeth scraping where her mouth makes contact.

Do her a favor. Pretend it was on purpose, not accidental. That's what she'll do as her fingers curl into a grip at his arm. ]

[They're both good, soooo good. As he sharply inhales at her teeth against his neck, before he's making a move of his own which will make her attempts to kiss at his neck a bit harder to do. As he's moving to kiss at her neck himself.

Also he is trying, oh is he trying, to not think about things too much and to keep certain parts of himself calm. He's... Not doing the bext of it, as it won't be too hard for Terra to feel something poking at her from his lap.]

[ Hands up, full disclosure, Terra’s been…okay, curious sounds too sterile, way too scientific, but she HAS had more than one incidental pondering about how he works down there. Is it more mutant? More ninja?

More turtle? How do turtles even do that? They lay eggs. She knows that. What else does she have in her turtle wheelhouse?

…they…lay eggs?

Okay. She’s gonna casually peek. Not be a total freak about it, of course, only snag a preview. She can blend her true intentions in with how she adjusts against him to wrap her arms loose at his sides, slipping a hint of neck out between shirt strap and hair.

Go on, Don. She’s being generous. Kiss her. Kiss her. No ulterior motives here. ]

[Don't google soft shell turtle penis, it's... A thing, and as he's focusing his attention on kissing her neck, at least the crook of it, he won't notice Terra's attempt to peek at what he's packing.

Which well, he is a bit bigger than one would expect from someone his height, at least one would guess even though he's not fully erect just yet. And it is very much not fully human, but not quite turtle-y either. And it might be hard to see where it's coming from, which would be a seam of sorts between his plastron and his shell-shell.

While she's getting that peek, he's going to hum slightly against her skin as he moves a hand to the waist of her shorts and gives just the lightest of tugs.]

[ Nope, nah. Not on work wifi. We aren't about that.

Still, Terra's nosiness outweighs mine, and as soon as she steals a glance, she's not as wigged out as you'd guess. Ah. So that's...that. At least the familiarity's there? Which, when you consider it, should place this whole situation into the uncanny valley where there's just-enough-yet-not-quite.

Terra doesn't consider. Period. The end.

Is she capable of considering? Forget it. We're not paid the big bucks to lay out the existential quandaries of superpowered, supertraumatized superteens. We're here to make out. ]

Here. [ Her free hand snakes between their bodies, the button at her waistband quick work to a roving thumb. ] I know you're a mega-genius, but it's easier if I do it.

[ A grin that'd make an imp say 'this one's more trouble than she's worth,' probably. He's going for the bottoms before her shirt. It's a bold strategy, Cotton; let's see if it pays off for him.

In spite of her air of ease here, though, this water's uncharted. Occasionally, she flits her focus toward his face when she believes that he's not looking at her (her eyes, to be nitpickingly specific). Trying to get a read. Attempting to make it appear she's not, that the ebbing tide that's her body movements is natural.

She's got her pinkie noosed around one of his fingers. Somehow, that snuck by even her. ]

Hey... [He mutters at her saying and doing that, moving from kissing her to look her in the eyes now.]

I've never done this before.

[And he's going for the bottoms because the top means that kissing will have to cease and he's liking the kissing right now. It's something easy he can do that he doesn't feel like an awkward goober about.

But hey, he does not look at her, maybe trying to peek between them to make sure his hands aren't anywhere weird, so she can get a good look at his face at times. He's very much blushing, and at times looking very determined. Like, he's trying to not mess this up.

And he notices that pinkie around one of his fingers, that just makes him gulp nervously because aaaah what does it mean? He has no clue.]

[ What does it mean? No worries there, she'll get back to you on that with a detailed blow-by-blow of her feelings for him...

...don't give a skeptical look. She's gonna! Who told you that she doesn't ever let her guard down? Did they ACTUALLY use the phrase 'bullshitter extraordinaire?' In that order?

Still, she laces (~~vulnerability~~) honesty in the softening of her expression, her eyes f i n a l l y meeting his. The warm blues there say she likes him.

More than she's liked others. More than she should like anybody. And she may freak at that, somewhere down the line.

But that's not current-business. Her now impulse is to reach out for his chin; so she does just that, chapped palm on his jaw. ]

Me neither. [ Does that surprise him? Her head cants to the side, taking that waterfall of hair with it. ] Don't sweat it. We can figure it out, right?

[ Regardless of her intent, a lot's hooked onto that 'right.' Like, expectantly. A smattering of implications that she recognizes she's exposed herself to him.

More than literally. Just a peek, but he did see her cards for a second or so. That's danger in the wrong hands.

It's a kinda self-destruction.

She's stilled against his touch somewhere along the line. Her hips, slim little sharp angles, collect more of her bruises and battle scars. Actually, if he's studying, there's a fresh bruise that starts above the band of her grey panties. The shape's irregular, its boundaries ugly and purple-black.

Sleeping and cactuses don't mix, she'd tell him. Or maybe today it's you shoulda seen the other guy, he said Iron Maiden sucks.

Never I tried to stop my powers from fritzing 'cause some hikers spooked me and I nearly killed them in a landslide.. ]

[If he notices that newer bruise? He's not going to draw attention to it, from what he does know of Terra, which if he thinks about it isn't a lot, is that she's rough and tumble. So his assumption is she got it in a fight more than anything else.

Although he does make sure if he does touch the bruise he's as gentle as he can possibly be. Add to it her own words about her also never having done this before? And he feels a little less nervous, if they're both kind of just figuring it out as they go then he has less of an expectation to be perfect here.

Not that he knows what being perfect at this means, or is. But damned if he won't try, as he moves one hand up her side and attempts to tugs her shirt up a little as well. Leaving the bottoms sort of halfway off for now.]

At least you get to pull my clothes off. [ Her observation-laced joke comes after a few quiet moments where she lets him do just that, her hands fallen still long enough for her shirt's bottom hem to now stretch across her ribs. Her skin's paler still and less freckled below her clothes; the pink flush that hues her cheeks betrays her down here, too. ][ She isn't. As a rule.

But her voice does sound a little softer, a degree or so smaller, when she asks: ]

Can I untie your bandana?

Well, if we do this again I'll make sure to wear clothes? [He mutters back at her joke, as he is so very focused on what he is doing that he doesn't realize that what he said probably comes across a little meanly.

As to her asking about his mask, well that makes him pause.]

Um... If you want to? There's not anything interesting under it though.

[ If 'mean' was the dealbreaker here, she'd been gone several exits ago. No offense. And, incidentally, she doesn't dive onto the potential that 'if we do this again' brings.

Instead, she straightens up a touch, shifting against him as she tries to hide her burgeoning embarrassment.

Fingers fall from where she'd been reaching. ]

If you don't want me to...

[Ah oh no, he did something wrong. Judging by her body language, he assumes. He could be wrong but!]

I don't not want you too, just if you're expecting anything you're probably going to be disappointed?

[He's just a bald turtle under the mask. Not even got eyebrows even!]