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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teenage_Mutant_Ninja_Turtles_(TV_2012), Teenage_Mutant_Ninja_Turtles_-
      All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      April_O'Neil_&_Hamato_Yoshi_|_Splinter, April_O'Neil/Hamato_Yoshi_|
      Splinter
  Character:
      April_O'Neil, Hamato_Yoshi_|_Splinter
  Additional Tags:
      Older_Man/Younger_Woman, Teacher-Student_Relationship, Telepathy,
      Telepathic_Sex, Accidental_Voyeurism, Verbal_Humiliation, Age_Difference,
      First_Love, Young_Love, Inappropriate_Behavior, Meditation, Mind_Meld,
      Mind_Manipulation, One-Sided_Attraction
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-29 Words: 1819
****** when the spiral down feels as good as the flight ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Meditation would be easier with a less gifted pupil.
Notes
     Title from SZA - Pretty Little Birds.
See the end of the work for more notes
He had suspected that April O’Neil, the only kunoichi in his clan, would bring
him different problems than those of his sons. As he opened his eyes, whiskers
stiff with residual shock, he realized-he had never prepared for this.

He could never have thought to.

“I’m-I-” She tightened her jaw, and avoided his eyes with determination, the
blush his accidental peering had caused still warming her pale cheeks. “I’m
very sorry, Sensei! I never meant for you to see me-that-”

“Us.” Splinter said, and his voice was deeper than he’d meant it to be, more
rat than man. April was still definitely a child, but during their meditation
her mind had been focused on something exceedingly adult. Her eyes widened at
his tone, and he sensed the moment her heart beat began to pick up. If he
stiffened and flexed his whiskers, he thought he might be able to feel her
pulse trembling in the air, a butterfly alighting on a blade of grass.

“Yes.” She said, less firmly than before but with the same grim set to her
chin. “Yes, to see us like- um. Like that.”

“If you can think it about me, Miss O’Neil,” And, she almost quivered at her
name, eyes diligent on him, a slight figure, resting easily on her ankles in
the sunlit dojo. “Then surely, you can say it.”

She flushed again at his mild tone and gentle expression, dropping her gaze to
her knees, red and raw from skidding across New York rooftops. They were only
deepening in color the longer she sat, pinking steadily against the gleaming
wooden floor. “I’m sorry you had to see, uh-us-like, doing, um-”

Maybe if her thoughts had not been so focused, so detailed. Maybe if Miss
O’Neil’s thoughts had been boring enough to contain only the wistful hint of
kisses and puppy love.
Instead when his mind had brushed hers during a simple meditative exercise, she
had been fixated on the specifics of him with enough detail to pull him into
her mind and deeply, before he could stop his descent. She had sat in front of
him, her smooth, heart shaped face upturned to the sun, while inside she
thought of her sensei driving his monstrously long tongue in and out of where
she was hot and wet, as if to steam the air.

He wanted her to say it.

“You were spread across my face, Miss O’Neil.” He said, his tone still mild
like a breeze, carefully controlled after his earlier slip. “You were, ‘cumming
your brains out’. That was the phrase you used? April?”

She jerked her head like she’d been struck, but still wouldn’t meet his eyes,
and after a few seconds observation, Splinter was startled to see the gleam of
a tear falling onto the polished floor. He reached out, gripping her chin and
raising her face to his.

Her face had turned as rosy as her knees at the sudden flux he’d sensed within
her. He could feel the sting of shame and embarrassment, fresh like a slap
across her mind and under it, the warm glow where his skin met hers. The uneasy
depth of her young, confused emotions. He was trying her actions as an adult,
when she was nothing but a child.

He was as old and out of touch as Michelangelo always suggested. He had gone
too far.

As though coming immediately to the same conclusion, April wrenched her chin
out of his grasp.

“I don’t have to say anything! You were the one who rummaged through my brain!”
She panted as though she’d been running. Splinter felt deep shame within
himself. However startling her attentions had been, he should not have
forgotten the acute dismay inherent in having a hidden love revealed. And it
had been love he’d felt, young, confused and with more heat than stamina. He
suspected the continued absence of her father at such a crucial time in her
life, could have much to do with it. However foolish, it had been love that had
made her flush, made her toss her head back and cry his name as she came, all
inside her most private thoughts.

“I’m sorry, Miss O’Neil.” Master Splinter said, his tone grave. “I have pushed
you too hard.”

“I wouldn’t have ever said anything.” She muttered, her earlier fire slowly
smothered under his warm, wise gaze and the peaceful quiet of the dojo. “I know
you don’t...”

She sniffled, wiping at her face with small pink hands he had watched her use
to tease nipples almost the exact same color, if smaller, finer. Splinter
twitched his whiskers, and April resumed her position before him, hands clasped
tightly together. The girl had always seemed so cerebral compared to the
others, he mused. Even now the depth and force of her imagination surprised
him. He should not have been so easily consumed by her desires, no matter how
long it had been since he had felt another. With the loss of Shen, he had found
it easy to ignore the needs that occasionally arose from the odd, inhuman body
he’d found himself in.

But from the beginning, Miss O’Neil had been focused on catching up to the
other four, talented ninjas trained from birth, and on saving her father. Maybe
he had been remiss in ignoring the more physical side of her training. Every
few days he ran the boys into the ground, sending them to bed too exhausted to
bicker, to think. Too many young, energetic minds under one roof to leave their
hands idle as well . He had assumed April would not have the same needs. It was
his failing, his traditional thinking.

Shen would have known, Splinter thought with same dry, pressed sadness she
always brought to his mind. Shen who had pushed him so often to live in the
present, in the modern world away from his ancient weapons and philosophies.
She had given him a soft comfort from the pressures of the world with her love,
and it was with this thought in mind that he reached out, taking April’s hands
swiftly. He joined their hands, palm to palm, enjoying the smooth warmth her
young, human skin gave to his own.

He had hated his beast-like paws fiercely when he’d first mutated, their hoary
tufts of fur, and long sharp nails. And now, pleasure bloomed bright in her
mind where they touched, the soft rasp of his silver-threaded fur on her palms
pleasing her so sweetly.

“You can feel me feeling that!?” April exclaimed, and Splinter wrenched the
easy merging of their minds apart, like pulling free from amber as it hardened,
eager to separate before she could peer too deeply into him. Their seemingly
instinctive connection was turning out to be a double-edged sword.

She was watching him wide-eyed, her hands still held firmly in his own when he
opened his eyes, his shock clear on his face.

“You can feel what I can feel!” April said brightly, confidently and she leaned
up on her knees, eyes level with his own as she reached out for him.

Physically, they were frozen, an awkward tableau, Splinter held stiff, her
hands clasped just above his lap, while April hung before him, pressing into
his space. Mentally, she was swiftly rebuilding their connection, stronger and
more easily than he could have imagined. He was afraid he would not be able to
pull out of her mind without causing them both significant discomfort if he
didn’t wait for her to release him. Her freckled face was still flush with
emotion but he couldn’t look away from the green of her eyes as she rocked
their palms together. She likely had no idea the magnitude of what she was
doing.

With her concreting the melding of their minds, the soft sensation being pushed
through him was intensely amplified and Splinter felt his ears go back as he
tried to maintain the steadiness of his breath.

“April.” He growled, but her eyes remained closed, a small smile on her tear-
stained face, as she wove their fingers more tightly together. “April, please-”

Splinter didn’t know what he was asking her to do. What he wanted. She’d left
the connection uncontrolled, simply forcing a steady line of communication
between them. Her enjoyment of their palms touching felt little like her
previous fantasies had. Instead her mind emanated a soft warmth, like a flower
growing in the sun, and he could feel that warmth mirrored in the soft press of
her fingers with his. Conflicted, he could feel his honed restraint fraying as
he murmured her name again. “Miss O’Neil...”

She responded to the threadiness of his voice with a flicker of her previous
heat, a quick burst of want that she quickly pressed away. It made him want to
chase it, the hungry, hunting rat-like parts of his brain batting at the
fluttering edge of her thoughts.

And connected like they were, mentally and physically, he went helplessly
deeper at just the thought of his control wavering.

“Sen-sensei...” She whispered, and he heard the soft anxiety in her voice, as
though she was speaking from the top of a well. Here, the place she had
banished her needy thought. Still set in the dojo, she was spread across his
face as he’d seen before, only now she was reciprocating, their bodies entwined
on the floor. Between them he could feel the weight of their fused minds, the
delicious, addictive merging turned into a dangerous tool for pleasure. They
looked lost to themselves, April’s eyes squeezed shut. How disconcerting to see
his own face, glazed in mindless, animal need.

He recognized himself less than usual, even as his body longed for exactly what
she showed him.

He could already feel their minds slipping apart as April became more unsure.
Her thoughts, as he’d guessed, had more desire than true need. Still, she had
shone him something of herself, and he wasn’t strong enough to leave without
acknowledging her gift, He opened his eyes before she was fully gone from him,
lowering the guard on his own carefully contained want to give her a taste of
what she had inspired in him, just as they slipped apart.

She wobbled, and then fell back to her knees, and Splinter swallowed, placing
his hands in his lap. Separate, the silence between them was thick with
embarrassment and Master Splinter let it sit long enough to allow April to
recover her unsteady breathing before speaking.

“Perhaps,” He said slowly, and her eyes raised to his, more bravely than he’d
have guessed. Two spots of color burned high on her pale complexion. “We will
only have group meditation from now on.”

“Yes, Sensei.” She murmured, clearly relieved to be let off so easily.

Alone in his mind again, the quick burst of pleasure her easy compliance gave
him was no one’s worry but his own.
 
End Notes
     Palm to palm, is holy palmers' kiss.
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