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seems like a writer [and interviewer] who attended ccxp [previously know as comic con experience] mentioned that ella said that at times that cooper and lucy are like an "old married couple" in season two
Interviewer: I think that you had one misunderstanding in practice once?
Alesi: It's not a misunderstanding! Let me start, let me start, because—
Berger: You know what, I’m going to the bathroom! (laughs)
Alesi: Because with Gerhard, we have the same stories but a different way to explain.
Berger: You know, I would recommend: we have two offices here, make the interview with him in one and with me in the other, you’ll put them together and then you’ll have a proper video.
Alesi: We had these stupid rules: 12 laps in qualifying. It was very easy to understand when the last run was. On my last run, I crossed the finish line and my engineer went: "You’re on pole but wait, Gerhard is behind". And when Gerhard crossed the finish line, the engineer, Lunetta, said "Fantastic! Pole position!". So I opened my seat belt, came out of the car a little bit with the public cheering, it was fantastic. And suddenly, before Ascari, I see a bullet in my mirrors. Really, I don’t know how I saw it. So I jump back in the car and I thought, "Left or right?" and I went on the wrong side, he was already passing, because Mister Berger was upset not to be on pole and he wanted to ride to the pit. And then I was a spectator: a massive accident, I thought, "Shit, I killed him". I looked, he was moving a bit, I thought "Okay, he’s okay". I went back to the pits, Jean Todt was very upset, all the mechanics, "What's happened, what's happened" because they didn't show the accident and on the replays it really looks like he's coming and I'm doing like that (indicates a car cutting across), you know, so everyone was like "But why did you do that?" "I didn't see him, I was cruising!". And then I went to the hospital and Gerhard— (laughs) It's a shame I didn't take a photo.
Berger: Yeah, thank you very much!
Alesi: I need to have a photo of you like that. It looked like he finished the Paris-Dakar, dirt everywhere (laughs).
Interviewer: (to Berger) And your part of the story?
Berger: He did it on purpose! [x]
Woozi had faced countless interviewers. They were a blur of polite smiles, rehearsed questions, and the occasional insightful probe. But Cho Y/N was different. From the moment she walked in, there was an effortless grace, a quiet confidence that intrigued him. She didn't gush, she didn't fan-girl; she simply settled in, her eyes holding a calm intelligence.
The interview began like any other, a familiar dance of questions about music, concepts, and future plans. Yet, as Y/N spoke, her voice a warm, clear tone, Woozi found himself listening more intently than usual. She asked about the nuances of his creative process, the hidden inspirations, the vulnerable moments in songwriting that few ever dared to touch upon. She genuinely wanted to understand the heart behind the music, not just the technicalities.
He found himself opening up, sharing thoughts he hadn't articulated before, feeling an unexpected comfort in her presence. There was a moment, when he was explaining a particularly difficult part of composing "Healing," that he looked up and met her gaze. Her eyes, a rich, warm brown, were filled with a profound understanding, a shared empathy that sent a jolt through him. It wasn't just professional interest; it felt like a connection.
As the interview neared its end, a strange reluctance settled over Woozi. He didn't want it to be over. When she thanked him, her smile soft and genuine, he felt a warmth spread through his chest.
"Thank you, Y/N-ssi," he said, his voice a little softer than usual. "That was... a really good interview."
She just smiled, a gentle blush dusting her cheeks, and the way the light caught her hair, the subtle scent of her perfume – it all imprinted itself on his mind.
Later, as he reviewed the interview footage, he found himself replaying her questions, her expressions, the way she tilted her head when listening intently. He realized with a jiddlering sensation that the comfortable, almost familial feeling he usually reserved for his members, had begun to extend to Cho Y/N.
He found himself thinking about her when he was in the studio, wondering what she would think of a new melody. He’d catch himself hoping to see her again, not for an interview, but just to talk. The realization hit him, quiet and undeniable, like a perfectly placed chord in a composition: Lee Jihoon, the stoic, music-obsessed Woozi, had fallen for the interviewer, Cho Y/N. And the thought, instead of alarming him, felt surprisingly, wonderfully, in tune.
The Melody of Y/N
The studio, usually Woozi's sanctuary of focused creation, had become a canvas for something new, something that hummed with a different kind of energy. Days bled into nights as he wrestled with a melody, a chord progression that felt just right, yet elusive. It wasn't about a concept, or a feeling to be universally shared; it was about her.
He’d catch himself sketching out lines, not on sheet music, but in his mind. The way her eyes crinkled when she genuinely smiled. The gentle curve of her hand when she gestured. The quiet strength in her voice as she asked a particularly insightful question.
The first few attempts were clumsy, too direct, too simple. Woozi, the master of intricate compositions, found himself humbled by the task of capturing a single person. He wanted to convey the unexpected comfort, the gentle understanding, the subtle spark that had ignited within him.
Finally, late one night, as the city outside slept, it clicked. A soft, almost ethereal piano intro, a familiar warmth yet distinctly new. He began to hum, then to sing, his voice a quiet murmur against the silent studio.
The lyrics flowed, unbidden, from his heart:
(Verse 1) The usual lights, the same old questions framed Just another face, another name proclaimed But then you walked in, a quiet, gentle hum And suddenly the noise just felt numb.
(Chorus) Like a melody I'd always yearned to find A harmony that truly soothes my mind In your eyes, a depth I couldn't see before Now every silence whispers, "I want more."
(Verse 2) You spoke of feelings, hidden, tucked away And in your quiet patience, I began to sway Not just the music, but the heart beneath the sound A connection made, on hallowed, sacred ground.
(Chorus) Like a melody I'd always yearned to find A harmony that truly soothes my mind In your eyes, a depth I couldn't see before Now every silence whispers, "I want more."
(Bridge) I write in rhythms, structure every beat But you, you're the freedom, beautifully complete An unscripted note, a surprising, sweet refrain Washing over me, like gentle, falling rain.
(Outro) Just Y/N... a song I never knew I’d compose... My quiet inspiration, where my heart now goes.
He played it over and over, refining, polishing, ensuring every note resonated with the burgeoning feeling in his chest. It wasn't loud, or grand, or full of dramatic flair. It was understated, personal, a gentle confession whispered into the silent air of his studio. He titled it simply, in his mind: "Still Here." Because with her, he felt like he was truly present, truly himself.
This is gonna be interesting given their very different personalities and interests. These guys have sex appeal written all over them so they have to have some dos and donts when it comes to bumpin n grindin' in them sheets. Each turtle is given their own interviewer. All have private interviewers so to avoid any clashes and awkwardness. Let's see what these guys are REALLY like behind closed doors.
Lets start with the eldest, Fearless Leader himself.
He offers the interviewer the good chair as he plopped on the couch in front of her. She was pleased with this hunky leader in blue allowing her and her colleagues to interview him and his brothers. She bit her lip at his scales, appreciating his entire form. An astounding creature he was. She shook herself out of her thoughts and began asking questions.
At first they were civil. His methods on protecting the city, his workout routines, codes of honor he follows. He answered professionally and precisely, lining up with his normal demeanor. Then she started asking questions he was not expecting.
Interviewer: I have to ask, what is your definition of perfect sex?
Leonardo choked on the tea he was drinking. He had to pat his chest to get it down. She smirked at his surprised behavior.
Interviewer: (Got em')
After clearing himself up, he answered.
Leonardo: Ma'am. I am a gentlemen. I don't wish to make you uncomfortable with my response.
Interviewer: Leonardo, I've heard it all. It's alright. I'd love to know, how you define the perfect sex. Besides, I was bold enough to ask you the question, I'm sure I can handle your responses.
He could see the seriousness in her eyes. His brothers were doing their interviews so there won't be any interference or teasing for that matter. He took a deep breath.
Leonardo: If you insist. Candles are a must. It sets the mood and makes the girl feel at ease. I want her to feel comfortable and safe. I'll offer her a massage, loosen her muscles, if she lets me. Taking a good shower is also essential, clean body, clean sex.
Interviewer: Okay, good start. Like the approach.
Leonardo: There has to be trust. Trust goes a long way and as you can see I'm not human. She has to be willing and open to the idea of being with a non-human male. Willing to let me hold and kiss her, tenderly.
She blinked a few times at his remark. Imagining his lips kissing hers!
Interviewer: I can understand. There's some who are open to the idea and some that aren't.
Both nodding.
Interviewer: If I'm being honest, you seem like the dominating type. Like the 'tie her down,' 'chains & handcuffs,' 'blindfolds,' kinda guy.
He quirked a brow at that. He chuckled a bit. Thinking this interviewer is very bold with her questions and comments. He was flattered.
Leonardo: Dominance, like being on top, Yes. The whole 'tie her down' thing, Not really. I've been in a situation where me and my brothers were bound. Wouldn't feel right doing it to my girl. There are better ways to show dominance in bed. I like the blindfold idea. People rely on sight too much during intimacy, take away the sight, it intensifies the pleasure. But, thats where trust also comes in.
The interviewer mentally bit her lip at that. Immediately getting the vibe that Leonardo is not the type of turtle whose fond of being played. Trust is a serious thing in any situation. In this case, sex without trust is awkward and a complete turn off.
Interviewer: Okay. What position suits you?
Leonardo grinned and shook his head, wondering how it came to this.
Leonardo: The lotus position or a cradle position is fitting. I like to see all of her. Let her touch me as I touch her. Gazing into her eyes as we slowly make love. Hearing how good I am to her. Makes the climax flow naturally. If she'll allow me to, I'd taste every inch of her body, including the most sensitive spots. I like the idea of getting to know my girl's body, pinpoint her likes and dislikes.
Interviewer: What do you like?
Leonardo: I like taking my time. I like my girl and I to enjoy one another at our own pace. To be completely nsync. To be one.
Interviewer: Slow and Steady wins the race.
Leonardo: Exactly. So to define perfect sex, I'd say a night of clean and steamy passion that ends in the most beautiful climax any one could ever endure. Togetherness. A shower after is good aftercare, plus another round if shes willing.
With that, she started to gush. Starting to find his responses more arousing then ever.
Leonardo: Any other questions?
Interviewer: Just one. How would you feel about a woman finding everything about you 'attractive?'
Leonardo: Depends. Does she like turtles and would she be okay with one being a walking, talking ninja?
Interviewer: Absolutely. I think she'd like to get to know you better. If thats okay.
He gulped, smelling just how interested she is in him.
Leonardo: Then heres my question: Does she trust me?
She gets up, walks over to him and stands between his legs. His eyes became her addiction.
Interviewer: Yes, she does.
Up Next, Mr. Sex Appeal himself. What he gotta say.....
Dude isn't good at manners. But he did his best to clean his room for the interviewer. It's not often he has girls coming around asking him questions. He gives her a seat, he takes one of his old benches as a seat.
She took out her tape recorder and began the interview.
She asked questions regarding his workout routines. Tips for staying fit. Whether he considers himself a second in command to the team. His answers were cocky with extra attitude. He wasn't big on interviews, only aggreeing so he can share his thoughts without Leonardo breathing down his neck.
12 minutes go by and he notices her turn off the tape recorder and start a different one.
Raphael: Whats wit da extra tape recorder?
Interviewer: This is our other interview. Next set of questions regard your take on the perfect sex.
He froze. Shocked that this human female had the guts to ask him of all his brothers questions related to sex. Then, he started to chuckle, thinking shes joking with him.
Raphael: Perfect Sex, huh? This is a joke, right? I ain't human! What human woman would want me that way? Whose punkin' me right now, cuz I think ya askin'da wrong guy. You ask a human guy dis, not me.
Interviewer: I can assure you this is no joke. Times are changing, Raphael. And from looking at you so carefully I'm asking the right guy. Lets start simple. Settlings? Kinks? Romantic? How would you describe perfect sex?
Her eyes filled with curiosity, body language calm and collected, ready for his responses. He couldn't believe what was happening but on the other hand, his brothers aren't in the interview and it's his room.
Raphael: Alright, I'll bite. Some music in the background sets da scene, gets her goin.' Colored lights. In my case, Red. She gotta be up for a thrill if shes gonna be screwin' a mutant turtle.
She started to invision his every word.
Interviewer: Fascinating. Colored lights is intriguing. Music during sex is hot. Anything get you going?
Raphael: My girl wearin' lingerie while givin' me a lap dance is a good start. Gets me hard. If shes wearin' a thong in my color, she ain't gonna walk right for a week.
Interviewer: Oooh. Aggressive, aren't we? You like it rough? Soft? Slow? Fast? You give off the rough and animalistic vibe.
He could blush. While inwardly she could tell he was a biter.
Raphael: I ain't big on dat mushy type stuff, maybe Donnie or Leo, not me. I'll start slow, cuz I ain't human and neither is the beast in these shorts. She gotta accept the beast, once shes used ta me, I get rough. Especially when I rip that thong off! Hearing her moaning my name adds to scene and if she lets me, I'll grab them knocks.
Interviewer: Oh Okay, grabby type.
He was feeling the vibe from the woman, smirking when he caught a whiff of her desires in the air.
Interviewer: Given your responses, I take you to be the type that goes off of instincts. I also imagine there's a particular position that fits you.
He smiled big at that. He knows what he is and unashamed of it. He was almost tempted to share how much hes packing in the barnyard.
Raphael: Position? Easy. I like my girl on all fours, face down, booty up, and shakin' for me ta pound. It's always been our natural position. We walk upright and all but I prefer good old doggy. I'd still like to see her face, so a mirror helps. Showing me the face she makes when I drill dis meat into her. What I like da most is seein' her freeze when I got her against the wall, both my hands on each of her head, watchin' her unfold unda me. Rubbin' them thighs fer me. Wantin' me as much as I want her!
She quirked her brow at that.
Interviewing: Tasty, indeed. Would you share your girl with your brothers? Or have another girl with you?
He laughed at that question, finding it unreal that hes in this interview at all. 'Is she askin' if I'll do a threesome? And sharin' my girl with my brothas? Really?' But he wanted to continue to play ball.
Raphael: 2 girls, maybe. I can go more than one round (winks). Sharin' my girl with my bros, dats gonna be a 'NO.' I share enough with em' already, I ain't sharin' my girl too!
The interviewer shrugged, understanding of his take on threesomes. She laughed a little when he emphasized on not sharing his girl with his brothers.
Raphael: Da girl gotta be down wit me not only bein' a mutant turtle, but a territorial one at dat!
Her breath caught in the back of her throat.
Interviewer: I'm sorry. You said territorial. Care to elaborate?
Raphael: Turtles get territorial. When it comes to a girl they like, its first come first served. (He snickers when he caught the innuendo). Say a gal waltz into my territory. If I like her and she likes me, its an automatic claim.
He stands up, walks over to her. Her knees begin to shake, heart rate reaching abnormal levels as he hovers over her. She realizes her predicament: Shes in his room, door is closed, hes in very close proximity of her, letting off a scent that speaks lust. She swallowed her hesitation and looks him directly in the eye.
Interviewer: Guess I'm the prey in your territory, huh? What now? Gonna get me to submit?
He looks her dead in the eyes without flinching. She shakes in her seat, he inches his snout to her neck.
Raphael: It seems I already did. So to answer yer question of the perfect sex.......
Shes already frozen in her seat from his form overpowering her much smaller form. Nuzzling his snout into her neck making her swoon.
Raphael: Is when me and my girl share a deep need for each otha. A need that tackles even da most crazy ideas. When I'm done wit her, imma treat her like the queen she is.
The interviewer just about dropped everything, subconsciously spreading her legs for him. She wondered if his voice itself was the key because the entire time he talked, she became more and more aroused. He picked her up. He turns off her recorder, she willingly allowed.
Raphael: Do ya like me?
Interviewer: Yes. A lot.
Raphael: Do ya want me?
Interviewer: Yes!
He smirks. She shivers.
Raphael: Don't worry, DollFace. I take good care of what's mine. Let's take dis to da showers, get dis sweat off.
Ah Geez. The Nerd. Lets see what this staff wielder has to say......
For being the most socially awkward he has shown to improve as he cleaned an area for the interviewer to sit. She was impressed with the set-up in his lab. Taking notes to improve her workspace.
He agreed on account of wanting to share his inner thoughts with someone other than April and his brothers. The tape recorder start and so did the questions.
They were mainly based on his role on the team, his gadgets, their origins, and how they managed to stay so undetected. He answered shyly at first then got comfortable as the questions were more up his alley. The interviewer was impressed with the tall terrapin's works and the truck. He even showed her his blueprints along with the tartuga's functions. She was a reporter but like April shes shown to be trustworthy enough to not share their secrets. Then things begin to change, something Donatello was not prepared for.
Interviewer: Whats your take on the perfect sex?
His eyes bugged out and he silently squeaked. He was not expecting that. Shes asking an over 6ft tall, bo staff wielding, geek about the perfect sex? He gulped.
Donatello: Uhm. Are you sure you want my answer on that? I mean, look at me.
She could see him getting shy again, she placed a hand on his knee, stunning him.
Interviewer: I'm looking through you. The vibe you've let off is astounding and you're the genius of the group. I wanna know what this genius has to say about gettin' freaky in the sheets.
He snorted at first, then looked away in embarrassment. She had to reassure him to not he embarrassed. She thought his snorting was cute. He blushed and took a deep breath.
Donatello: Well, the perfect sex should include a deep connection. Knowing each other's wants and needs is a must. The girl voicing said wants and needs makes the sex more exciting. More alluring.
Interviewer: Fantastic. What are your wants and needs if you don't mind me asking of course.
He started fidgeting his suspenders, a needs natural reaction to sex talk.
Donatello: Well, I like to take things slow. Some people rush into these things without thinking. Many do it just for fun and games. It's important when it comes to sex that its with someone you plan on being with forever. I want my girl to accept me for me. All of me.
The interviewer was moved by this response. Even though Donnie wasn't human, hes seen a lot to make such a strong statement regarding intimacy.
Interviewer: I love that response. Very thought-provoking and to the point. I have to agree, we live in a world where sex is a game or a weapon used to get respect. Some take it too far, hurting themselves or the other party.
Donnie was relieved with her response. Seeing so much from the shadows, he has learned that many have a horrid way of disagreeing. She smiled.
Interviewer: (clears throat) What do you like in bed?
Donatello: Explain.....
Interviewer: Toys? Role-Play? Any hidden fetishes? Maybe bondage?
She quirks her brows but inwardly Donnie was a mixture of shy and kinda freaked out. But he answered accordingly.
Donatello: I can assure you I'm not for being tied up. Already been there. Don't plan on going back. I'll try Role-Play, keeps things interesting, a lab assistant or a nurse seems fitting. I don't necessarily believe in toys because it says the person you're with isn't enough. I view it as an insult to your partner. It's like calling them your ex's name while your making out.
Interviewer: What about on yourself?
Donatello: (gulps). Definitely not. It's weird and your settling for a piece of plastic rather than the real thing. The real thing always feels better. Power to those who do it, but I prefer a real person.
Interviewer: Does that also include (blushes).....Sex Dolls? Magazines?
Donatello: (poker faced) Yes. Tempting but gross. People spend all their money on toys, dolls, and all these other pleasure items yet fail to appreciate the real things standing in front of them. Magazines are no different. Why rely on models on pieces of paper to get satisfaction? Getting off on battery operated toys, pictures, and expensive blow-up dolls is a waste, plus my brothers live here too, they may get ideas. I don't need batteries or rubber to please my lady or obtain satisfaction. Am I not enough?
'Honey, you'll always be enough!'
The woman was literally falling in love with Donatello. Looking pass his outer appearance was one thing but his responses regarding perfect sex was a whole new level. She admired the strong facts he was spewing, wondering if hes single. Wondering how big he is, given his very toned yet fit stature.
Interviewer: You're incredible. I've never thought of it that way. Gotta say, you've given a lot of insight on this. Now, do you like it slow? Fast? Oooh. What positions?
He snickered.
Donatello: Slow. It makes the sex more intimate and the release flow out in the most decadent way. I want my lady to know that I won't hurt her despite what I am. If she wants it fast, I'll happily oblige, it takes 2 to tango. Position? The butterfly or my girl seated on the desk, legs spreads giving me full access. I'm pretty lengthy, so she may need time to get used to me. I'm a patient turtle.
He rubs the back of his head at that. She didn't even ask about his length and he just blurted it out. Apparently he was more comfortable with the interview than he lead on. She wet her lips a little.
Interviewer: What else? Like what do you expect from the woman? How do you go about pleasing her?
Donatello: (clears his throat) Patience is a virtue. I like to learn about what she likes. What makes her moan. What makes her want more. I'd like to study her body, kissing, touching.....tasting.
She blushed. 'I wouldn't mind you tasting me!' It didnt take a rocket scientist to see that Donatello likes to learn new things. Of course, when it comes to intimacy, theres a lot to learn regarding the female body.
Donatello: After I've made her come multiple times, I'm sure to have her thoroughly cleaned. A hot bath with scentes candles on the side, rose peddles in the water, a few strawberries seems fitting. I don't ejaculate like an average human male does. It gets pretty messy. After wards I like laying with her, enjoying her company, her smile, her love for a creature like me.
'Did this turtle just say 'come multiple times?' Sign me up, this turtle got me!'
It was hard to not get hot and bothered around Donatello. His height, his body, his mannerisms, his mindset, was all attractive to her.
Interviewer: That's so touching. I mean that, sincerely. Very good responses. Just got one more question though.
As if what he said wasn't enough, this charming interviewer wanted more. He was silent, ready for anything. He was just as stunned when she turned off the tape recorder.
Interviewer: Is there a way we could, get to know each other? Maybe a date?
He started churring, watching her study him carefully. 'Did she just ask me out? This was unexpected!'
Donatello: Well, I have to see what my schedule looks like but I'd love to get to know you. Can I maybe, uhh....
Interviewer: Have my number? Absolutely!
His night just went got interesting didn't it, folks?
Last but never least. (I'll keep sayin' it if I have to because its Michaelangelo. He's never least at anything, okay?)
He was excited beyond understanding when Leonardo gave the okay for each of them to give an interview. Rolling his eyes when his brothers explained to the ladies that they're not one for publicity and that they shouldn't be blabbing to the whole world about their existence and so on.
Mikey was very polite. Offered the lady a seat at the dinning table. He offered her some pizza to which she accepted. They got comfortable and she began the interview.
Michaelangelo: Ask me anything, Sweety. I'm an open book. Everything goes and I do mean everything. (Quirks his brows)
She laughs. Starting simple with how he contributes to the team. His take on the crime rates lately. His fighting style. Evening asking about his diet plans. Mikey was quick to answer each question with confidence and forwardness. He did not shy away from flirting with the woman either. She was flattered, she wanted more from the fun loving turtle.
Interviewer: Tell me, Mikey. How do you describe the perfect sex?
He dropped a slice of pizza on the floor. He was shocked that she asked him that question. He didn't want her to think he was a wimp so he gathered his thoughts and gave a response.
Michaelangelo: Romantic equals perfect sex. Get the girl nice and cozy. Give her some chocolates and flowers to lighten the mood. Do a little flirting. Hot meal ready to be devoured. That sorta thing.
Interviewer: (nodding) Who says a woman don't like to eat? Please, go on.
He was liking this interview.
Michaelangelo: Give her those Denzel Washington eyes. Turn on some slow tunes, start doin' a little dance. Get her interested.
Interviewer: Hmm, Like Magic Mike type?
Michaelangle: Better than Magic Mike!
She smiled, then was surprised when he pulled her up out of her seat and started swaying. Looking into his eyes, made her rethink so much. It was as though he was changing her perspective. He slowly dipped her down, gently bringing her up.
Michaelangelo: After a meal, a dance, and flirting......Dessert is served.
Interviewer: Really? What's for dessert?
He smirks at her, giving her his answer.
Michaelangelo: The works. Whip cream, brownie bites, chocolate syrup, and the best part......
Interviewer: Which is......?
Michaelangelo: My lovely lady naked, ready for me to decorate, AngelCakes.
She just about choked. This turtle was indeed an amazing specimen. Obviously he loved his sugar too.
Michaelangelo: I'd lather her boobs and snatch with whip cream, place a brownie on each boob, putting one over her lady part. Then slowly drizzle her with the syrup.
He licked his lips at the image as did the interviewer. He caught that, she shook herself out of the fantasy and continued.
Interviewer: Food type. Real unique and appetizing.
Michaelangelo: Yeah it is. I'd devour every inch of sweetness off her soft body. I'm a grabby type so I'll be feelin' everything. Hearing her shrills and wants. Her eyes sayin' how much she wants me. When I'm done cleaning her off, I'm goin' South for the winter, if ya know what I mean! (Wink)
She stopped herself from rubbing her thighs together at his comment.
Interviewer: Uhh. I'm feeling pretty hot right now. (Proceeds to take off her jacket)
Michaelangelo: Allow me. (Helps her out of her jacket, hangs it up behind her seat)
His touch alone was enough to send her to Jupiter and back. This turtle was having an affect on her she'd never felt before.
Interviewer: Go on.
Michaelangelo: After I get her nice and wet, I unleash the dragon. I give it to her good. Telling her how drop dead gorgeous she is. How sexy her skin is against mine. Then, I let her ride the dragon!
Interviewer: By that, you mean.....
Michaelangelo: Exactamundo. I'll let her ride me as I grope her waist, keepin' her steady. Diggin' the scene, diggin' on her, as shes diggin' on me. I let her finish first, then join her.
Interviewer: Wow. You got right into it. Love the energy. Obviously, you're quite the lover. What would you say you crave most during sex?
Mikey was baffled for a moment. He started to acknowledge how comfortable she was being around. No fear. No hesitation. She was a chill person like him. He answered.
Michaelangelo: To be honest, I like cuddling. Ya know, feeling my girls hands on my scales. I don't have skin like a human so to feel her touching me, makes me feel normal. That adds to the perfect sex.
She was moved by his response. 'Aww, hes touched starved.' She knows some animals like to be touched, held, cuddled, pet, and played with. Some don't. Some reptiles aren't big on any of those things yet here this unique turtle is sharing how much he'd love to be touched. How much he wanted to get accepted. She scooted herself closer to him.
Interviewer: Can I hold your hand?
He looked at her, stunned. Yet, nodded his head slowly. She took his hand into hers. Running her fingers over his calloused palms. He watched, waited for her to freak. But she didn't. She really felt for Mikey, sad that despite what he and his brothers do for the city, hes still seen as a........'monster.' She brought his hand up to rest on her cheek.
Interviewer: I accept you.
His eyes became glossy. She took it a step further bringing him into a tight embrace. He froze, wondering what to do. His body acted, hugging her back. They separate.
Michaelangelo: I uhhh....(clears throat). Is there any other questions?
Was he being shy? The hyperactive turtle of the group, bashful?
Interviewer: (Turns off the tape recorder) Yes. Wanna dance? I wanna learn more about you, Michaelangelo. You down with that?
He smiles hard. This charming human woman wants to get to know him better.
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