"So.." Turbo chuckled after he and Roxie had spent the last ten minutes just cuddled together, still in the nude. He was slowly running his finger tips on Roxie's belly under the silky grey sheets of their bed while her hands lay still on his chest as it slowly rose and fell. He had been 'ready' for some time, but he was fully enjoying the moment of laziness they shared with each other.
Roxie giggled a little and shook her head subtly before looking Turbo in the eye, "So..?" She slowly and lightly dragged her fingers down from his chest to between his legs to tenderly stroke his manhood. "Ready for round two?"
Turbo grinned at her slyly and ran his fingers down to between her legs, sliding two of them into her. "Hasn't it already begun?" he asked matter-of-factly.
"It seems like it," Roxie beamed as her body tensed slightly, "..I'm still feeling a little lazy right now though."
"Me too," Turbo said as he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, shifting onto his back a little more.
"So, what would you like to do, Turbs?" Roxie asked with a playful, yet tired smile as she continued caressing him with her hand, "Just lay here like this until we're 'done'?"
"Nah, I'm sure we can do better," Turbo chuckled tiredly in turn as he slid in a third finger.
Ow.. "I thought so," Roxie giggled, trying not to grimace. Him sliding in that third finger did make it hurt, though it did still feel good. I don't want to complain.. "W-well so long as it's nothing 'shameful'.."
"Shameful," Turbo laughed, "Well I suppose there are some positions less 'dignified' than others."
"By the way," Roxie said somewhat reluctantly, "three fingers kinda hurts.."
"Oh, sorry," Turbo chuckled sheepishly as he slipped a finger out from between her legs, "I forgot how tight you are for a moment."
"Very funny," Roxie beamed an incredulous grin and rolled her eyes. She took a deep, relieved breath and added, "So.. Do I even want to know which 'shameful' positions you've done it in?" Roxie teased.
"Well I've always been the dominant one in bed, I'll put it that way," Turbo laughed dryly, "I don't intend to be submissive any time soon either."
"Submissive?"
"Oh.." I shouldn't have said that. "You don't even want to know what that means, trust me. The less you hear the better."
"Are you baiting me into dragging it out of you? Or are you serious? I can't tell.."
"If you're curious enough to ask, I'll tell you," Turbo sighed into a chuckle, "Well.. Sorry to bring up another woman in bed, but this is a little tidbit about my first girlfriend.. Still want me to continue?" He raised a brow, reluctant to continue should it ruin the moment any further.
"Go ahead, Turbs," Roxie said with a subtle smile as she lightly pinched his nose with the fingers of her other hand, "She's out of the picture so it doesn't bother me any." Maybe just a little..
Well that's good to know. "Okay, well she was normal enough.. until she was in bed.." Maybe I'm sharing it a little too easily, but that's nothing new.
"Was she a redhead too?" Roxie teased.
Turbo smirked and shook his head no, "There aren't that many redheads in games, you know.. And I didn't fall in love with your hair, although it is very much to my liking.. Anyways, she wanted to do weirder and weirder stuff ranging from her being tied up in intricate knots and candle wax being melted off of a candle over her.. to other things I care not to mention.."
"That's disgusting," Roxie laughed and cringed. He actually did that?
"Yeah.. I tolerated it for a while, but I eventually said enough was enough, so she broke up with me.. That was over the span of two weeks or so.."
"Well that wasn't your fault.. I know you said they always put the blame on you.."
"Yeah, I know.." I still shouldn't have yelled at her though. It's not like I'm completely innocent. Turbo smiled somewhat sadly as he rubbed the tip of his nose on one of her nipples. All better. "Anyways, I couldn't be happier than I am right now."
Roxie kissed the top of his head. You liar.. "Alright, so what do you want to do then?" she chuckled, "..Nothing weird."
"I've had enough weirdness for a lifetime, unfortunately," Turbo laughed, "so it's a relief to hear you say that."
"You poor thing," Roxie teased.
"Hey, it all worked out in the end, with us getting together before someone else nabbed you."
"Well.." Roxie said before considering her words more carefully. She almost got into the trap of mentioning the fact that Turbo would've originally gotten her game unplugged. "I suppose that's true," she laughed, "I'm glad you regard me so highly that you have to crane your neck upwards."
"I need a telescope," Turbo teased.
Silly.. Roxie shook her head and smirked.
Turbo beamed as he sat up and stretched, "How about we do it in the shower?" he asked sweetly, though his smile was laced with mischief, "I'd rather not feel gross with all this sweat for a full hour until we regenerate. I dunno about you." And then there's the sheets, depending on how long round two takes.
"Yeah, I'm kind of dripping," Roxie said as she scrunched her nose and trailed off into a chuckle. Ew.
"Could be worse," Turbo laughed as they slowly got out of bed, "..Don't ask."
"I won't," Roxie scoffed on the way to the bathroom connected to their room, "I think I learned my lesson after hearing about knots and melting wax." Damn, it's cold..
Once inside the bathroom, Roxie hugged Turbo close; Her breasts were lightly pressed against his back and her arms were loosely draped over his shoulders. Her hands rested on his stomach as she looked around. It was mostly unremarkable, as any bathroom ought to be; The most prominent feature was the bathtub which doubled as a shower, with glass walls affixed to the tub itself. The glass walls had a rain-like pattern which, in theory, would afford the user, or users, some level of privacy should all other precautions fail. The walls of the bathroom itself were off-white, tiled, and shiny, and there was a light blue overhead cabinet to the right of the toilet which held matching towels.
Turbo grinned and rested his arms on hers. "At this rate we'll be here all night," he beamed, just slightly turning his head to look her in the eye.
"Well I'm not gonna throw you in," Roxie teased as she squeezed him a little closer before freeing her arms from his loose grasp. She went inside the shower and turned the water on, shuddering slightly before the water warmed up. "You coming, Turbs? The water's fine."
"With gusto," Turbo teased as he joined her inside then carefully slid the glass door closed behind him. The last thing he wanted was a puddle they could slip on when getting out.
"You know, Turbs," Roxie beamed as she carefully pushed him by his shoulders to the wall opposite of the shower head, "I think I like this idea of yours.." She inched her lips close to his, stopping just short of kissing him.
"Careful not to slip, Roxie," Turbo teased sweetly as he wrapped his arms around her waist and slowly pulled her wet body closer, with his manhood sliding downward between her thighs, "I'd hate for one of us to get a concussion." He placed a lingering kiss on her lips before trailing kisses down to her collarbone. "Let's just enjoy the moment.. and get washed up first."
"Bah," Roxie chuckled.
"Bah," Turbo laughed, "..Humbug.."
"You're anything but a Scrooge, though," Roxie said and smirked as she backed away slightly. She grabbed a purple bottle from a shelf and lathered up some lavender scented hair and body wash in her hands.
"That should be considered assault," Turbo teased as he reluctantly allowed her to coat his arms and chest in lavender of all things.
"You like the smell of lavender," Roxie scoffed as she pulled him partially into the water by his hips and worked her hands all over his stomach and sides.
"On you, yeah," Turbo huffed lightly in jest as he grabbed a black and red bottle labeled 'Hellfire'. It was a gift from Satan (Satine) after a certain incident. Two can play at that game.
"Hellfire," Roxie scoffed and smirked while shaking her head, "What's that even supposed to mean?"
"Smells like cinnamon, best I can figure," Turbo chuckled as he slowly washed her breasts and belly. The water from the shower was hitting him on the head, making his hair fall flat onto his forehead, then dripped down his shoulders and chest.
"Mmm, cinnamon Turbs," Roxie said and then cringed after realizing she said it aloud. She shook her head and chuckled, "Sorry, that's corny."
"Aren't we always?" Turbo beamed before getting slightly serious, "..Now watch your eyes." He started slowly washing her hair, making sure to catch every curl. She was taking her time washing his back, running her hands up and down in a way that he could only describe as 'enticing'. "This stuff burns a bit when it gets in your eyes." So curly. My fingers could get lost in it for hours.
How can he make something as simple as washing my hair feel so good? "Does it now?" Roxie asked and smirked. It was tempting, but she fought the urge to just squeeze him closer and rest her head on his shoulder, and instead moved him out of the way of the water to get into it herself. The last thing she wanted was for her eyes to get burned by 'hellfire'.
Turbo watched excitedly, barely containing his lust, as the cinnamon scented hair and body wash cascaded down from Roxie's hair, shoulders, and breasts. Soon.. I just have to wait.. He wanted her now. He wanted her since before their shower even began, but now he really wanted her right that moment. How long am I gonna have to wait for this? Watching the water bounce off of her body as she carefully rinsed her hair gave him the same feeling of impatience as waiting for a quarter alert after sitting around for hours with a would-be player in view of the screen.
That's better. After assuring herself that the danger of 'hellfire' getting into her eyes had passed, Roxie squeezed a load of the lavender scented hair and body wash on top of Turbo's head and worked it into his hair in a thick lather. 'Get washed up first,' he says. Aren't we in here to have sex, damn it? ..I need to calm down.. She playfully blew out a breath, puffing out her cheeks slightly.
Should I tell her I can hear her thinking? Probably best to wait.. "You're laying it on a bit thick," Turbo laughed as Roxie started shaping his hair in large spikes.
"Well excuse me," Roxie laughed, "I need a distraction or I might end up tackling you onto the floor."
"That's not just you," Turbo said wryly as he gently washed her butt and hips, and paid special attention to her inner thighs, "You're making it hard to stay patient." He shook his head and chuckled somewhat out of disappointment in himself. Me and my big mouth. But maybe it's better that she know it's not just her feeling pent up like this..
"Well.." Roxie laughed as she cupped his manhood into her hands and stroked it carefully and methodically, "We can skip the legs and just.. move on?"
A wave of relief washed over Turbo alongside the obvious pleasure as he leaned closer to her and rested his hand on the wall just past her shoulder. I'm glad the lavender scented stuff doesn't burn.. "Yes please," he said in a tone that was a sort of calm eagerness while pulling her into a one-armed hug.
"So I guess I gotta turn around, huh.." Roxie said somewhat disappointedly as she rested her chin on his shoulder. Taking it from behind doesn't seem all that appealing, but it might be the most comfortable position in such a cramped area.. with the exception of being on the floor. Well that might not be so bad either.
"It's not that bad a thing, is it?" Turbo laughed as he started turning her by her waist, waiting for her feet and legs to follow suit. C'mon..
"Well, so long as I'm not down on my knees or something," Roxie scoffed and briefly looked over her shoulder to catch his eyes in a playful glare. Mr. Used-To-Be-Always-Dominant..
Ignore that thought; She doesn't know.. Who am I kidding? She'd have said that anyway. "That's actually a fun one," Turbo laughed as he hugged her by the waist and kissed her neck, "but I know not to suggest it now."
"Ha! You pervert," Roxie teased and shook her head once.
"Guilty," Turbo shrugged as he shifted her weight to lift her leg and rest it on the top of the tub so that he would have an easier time of 'putting it in', "I don't think you're 'innocent' either though. Just sayin'." Wish we had enough room to actually sit in here..
"You gonna keep a lady waiting, Turbs?" Roxie asked with a hint of mischief in her voice as she loosely braced her weight against the sliding glass door with her palms. I wish there were a bar or something to hold onto in here..
"In we go," Turbo said quickly in a soothing tone as he slipped himself in between her legs, finally scratching that mental itch nagging at him for several minutes.
Roxie couldn't help but giggle. It could have been a result of what Turbo said, or how he said it.. or just because it felt that damn good, but she felt silly for giggling regardless, which only made her giggle more as she continued to think about it.. and as he began to slowly thrust into her. That might've had something to do with it too.
"Caught in a fit of giggles," Turbo laughed as he held an arm tight around her belly and caressed between her legs with his fingers. His other arm was braced lightly against the glass door over her shoulder which made it rattle.
"I swear to Konami, Turbs, if you make this door fall," Roxie laughed.
"Oh, please. It won't fall that easily," Turbo scoffed gleefully as he applied varying amounts of pressure on the door to rattle it louder, "See?"
"Turbo!" Roxie squeaked worriedly with a playfully annoyed smile as she leaned back and lightly grabbed the back of his head.
Turbo smiled warmly then kissed her shoulder and neck victoriously, "Relax, Darlin'. You're safe with me."
Safe.. Roxie chuckled, "You are so conceited, Turbs.." Like rattling a glass door is safe in any circumstance.
"Oh well," Turbo laughed, "If I wasn't conceited, I wouldn't be me anymore."
Roxie sighed and nodded, then shook her head. Right, right. She cautiously braced herself against the glass door once more as Turbo's thrusts intensified. In theory they could have braced against one of the other walls, or even gone at it on the floor, but the possibility of the glass door falling only added to their excitement. She took one of her hands off the glass door and moved Turbo's hand aside to start pleasuring between her legs herself even though she was setting herself up for failure.
Idle hands are the devil's workshop, I guess. Turbo chuckled and started fondling her breasts. At this rate she's going to 'win'.
Roxie had wanted to make sure that Turbo finished first again, but at the same time she couldn't help it this time; She just wanted more and didn't really want to hold anything back. Before long, shewent beyond her limit and climaxed as Turbo continued to thrust into her as deeply and quickly as he could. She clenched her teeth and her whole body shuddered as he kept going despite her being done.
Turbo laughed, somewhat apologetically, "Looks like we're tied one for one.."
"Y-you're mean," Roxie chuckled, "..I-I just let you win, that's all."
"Uh-huh," Turbo laughed. Moments later, as he climaxed, he wrapped his other arm other her belly and pulled her away from the glass door. He tightly hugged her close and asked in as sweet a tone as he could, "Hey.. When can we do this again?"
"A tie breaker will have to wait," Roxie sighed playfully as she leaned her head back into the nook of his neck, "..Nice racing with you though."
Turbo nodded and took a deep breath as he slowly released her, "Hey.. Think you could fix this shower up a bit? You know.. since you know how to code and stuff apparently."
"I can try," Roxie chuckled as she turned around, "but I was told not to even tell anybody about it, so I can't let you watch or anything. They'd probably find out somehow and stop trusting me with 'administrative abilities' or something." It's stupid, really.
"Ah, I'm fine with that. I don't blame them for being cautious of me even going into those 'code rooms'.. Okay, that's kind of a lie; I do blame them a little for not trusting me, but whatever, right?"
"Don't worry, Turbs. Whatever changes you want, just let me know."
"Today really is the best Christmas ever," Turbo laughed.
"So far, anyways," Roxie said with a smirk as she bumped her nose against his before giving him a lingering kiss. She leaned back and caught her breath then said, "C'mon, let's finish getting cleaned up and go to bed."
"'kay~."
Author's Note: Phew~! You have no idea how relieved I am to finally have finished this xD. I don't think I'm cut out for writing lemons, really, judging by how distracted from writing this piece I got. A month and 5 days it took! Okay, so I'm gonna clarify a couple of things you might be wondering after reading this lemon.
Roxie calls Turbo a liar in her thoughts during this chapter because there is something that would make him happier, but I'm keeping it vague because that will be revealed in a chapter of Reload.
Now it's possible you might be wondering why Turbo is able to read Roxie's thoughts sometimes. That is because in this universe, characters who have sex with each other can hear each other's thoughts sometimes due to a connection that forms between them during the deed. She doesn't know about it yet because he didn't tell her yet and he learned long ago how to control it so that he doesn't send weird thoughts by accident. You'd probably think that Turbo has dozens of these connections, because he's had so many previous girlfriends, but I don't like that idea so let's say they need to be maintained or they deteriorate.
Now that I've finished this lemon, I'll be resuming my other stories. I appreciate your patience ;).