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Burgie : YAY me too :D Aww, thanks. He definitely is a soft one.
Snake557 : No he doesn't have it, he wouldn't fit into it anyways. He has much bigger, faster cars now :)
faolan1230 : YAY Then this chapter will surely make you feel like that x10 haha. And, I won't spoil anything in that realm, but they rather quickly slope into past triggers, stuff y'all can probably already guess that Turbo is stubborn about. Gunner may have a role in it too lol.
Song Listened To :
Affection ft Jack Newsome by Said the Sky Origami
I know this chapter is really long but I didn't have the heart to half it. I've been craving this Berbo romance for over a year now, and now that it's all finally upon us, I know I shouldn't hold back. These two are incredibly special to me, so any chapter where they have true romance, once and for all, I go all out. I hope you enjoy, you guys. This is really important to me, and really important for Turbo's character arc.
*Chapter 147*
Amidst a lovely dream, Berri furrowed her eyebrows and suddenly popped her blurry vision open in a heart pumping jolt of alertness. With the late springtime sunshine that glinted into her still bedroom, the sound of her ground fan hummed on high, though she furrowed her eyebrows and could hear a constant vibrating underneath her pillow, which also muffled a cute, familiar little tune. In a rush to grapple for her phone, she hurried to sit up, grabbed her vibrating phone, once and for all, and yanked it to correction. Hair a mess, bare bodied, she felt her heart begin to race in unadulterated anxiety, the idea of just who could be calling her had her in a whole panic. Any number of individuals who would urgently request her presence, yanking her from a beautiful day off, free of responsibilities, she froze in prickled delight as her eyes glossed the caller ID happily splayed across her phone; Turbo. She slumped her bare shoulders, sagged her hand into her billowy blankets and felt entire relief course her whole body. With great pleasure, she answered Turbo's call and wrinkled a sleepy smile down to her sheets.
"Hey," Berri trailed in groggy warmth.
"Hey, shit... I woke you up, didn't I," Turbo muttered softly, though Berri wrinkled her expression in curious cuteness as he could hear Turbo muttering some form of obscene annoyance to his younger brother, Lash, clearly unbubbled and ready to be a nuisance for the day.
"No, no, it's... It's okay," Berri sighed in whole relief, she eagerly sagged back to her bedding and gazed up at her beautiful bed's canopy, all sun lit and fluttering in the wind of her ground fan. She beamed a blushing, bashful smile and soaked in every single ounce of warmth Turbo's voice had to offer, "I really should get up, anyways. Bedgy messaged me last night, after you dropped me home. I guess she needs to meet with me in private, so... She'll be coming to Sugar Rush later on."
"Oh, odd," Turbo hummed, "Let me know how that goes. What do you think she wants?"
"Oh, I don't know, I don't care right now," Berri muttered, she slung her arm over her face and eyes, she sagged deeper into her bedding and beamed a sleepy smile as she dug into her billowy downs, "The only thing I care about, right now, is you."
"... Aw," Turbo mumbled sheepishly, " Well... Speaking of last night, I, uh... Well..."
"Yes?" Berri chimed in a trill of teasing knowing, though she removed her arm from her face and peered across her sunlit bedroom in dewy curiosity.
"I guess I just... Look, th-there was something I needed to tell you," Turbo eased in cute shyness, though Berri wrinkled her nose and beamed a wider smile.
"Spit it out, Casanova," Berri teasingly muttered, to which Turbo blurt a shy, shaky laugh and seemed to be becoming flustered.
"Can I just come over real quick? I'd... Rather talk to you about this in person-"
"NO!" Berri suddenly barked in terror as she yanked her blankets over her bare chest.
"NO, wow, NOT coming over, what the hell was I thinking?" Turbo firmly staggered in a spike of gentle terror, though Berri urgently shook her head and grew further flustered.
"No, no, I-I... You CAN just give me a minute, I'm naked," Berri muttered in nervous nonchalance, though she froze in now mortified shock and did whatever she could to either inhale air or get words out, though her body couldn't quite decide on just which one to do, first.
"Y-Yeah, I'm... REALLY unsure if you're testing me, or not, so I'll just come over once the coast is clear," Turbo blurt a now trembling laugh of entire, shy uncertainty; Berri grit her teeth in embarrassment and gently pounded her fist into her forehead.
"I-I just woke up, I-I didn't mean like... Wow, I'm just... Yeah," Berri huffed in nervousness, and though she urgently now began to crawl out of bed and grapple for clothes, nearby, she was surprised to hear Turbo's gentle, silent chuckle of a breath coat in courageous joy.
"... You sleep naked, Bear?" Turbo pressed in cute, nervous prodding, to which Berri felt her face nearly turn purple; she put Turbo on speaker, lofted her phone on her bed and began to urgently wrangle her legs into a pair of lazy sweats that were closest to her.
"Yeah, it's not... Really the most graceful way for you to get to know me a little deeper," Berri choked in grinning, bashful annoyance, though she was thrilled Turbo took it all in stride and breathed an easy-going laugh.
"It's okay, I sleep naked, too," Turbo mumbled, to which Berri fell to the ground mid-dressing and plopped to her rear. She froze, gazed across the room in an aimless, blushing stir of frenzied, confused emotions and allowed herself to just sit and try not to let her thoughts run away with her. Turbo eased a chuckle and nonchalantly carried on, "There. Now we're even. I actually think it's healthier to sleep naked, so... Guess we're on the right path."
"Yay, heh, do NOT go near that teleport pad," Berri snapped through the grit of her teeth, though she furiously put a t-shirt on and did everything she could to tidy her hair; she was thrilled Turbo was taking this all in stride, with the way his contagious laughter soaked their phone call.
"I will not go near that teleport pad, I promise," Turbo mumbled cheekily, though unbeknownst to Berri, he hovered in the foyer of his front door, just before his teleport pad. He breathed a small laugh and patiently waited for her approval, "Just say the word, Your Highness."
"Okay, you... You can come over, now," Berri finally grunted as she went to attempt to tidy her hair, though the second her nook of a teleport pad hummed to life, she quickly crossed her arms over her chest and bashfully peered across the way as Turbo came into existence, in her warm, sunny bedroom.
On top of the weird, shy topic they had awkwardly graced, Berri raised her eyebrows in poised surprise and watched as Turbo's lovely grey skin soaked into her bedroom, the only color missing from her chaotic explosion of a charming bedroom. Shirtless, he peered his handsome eyes in her direction, he wore nothing but his infamous, favorite pair of faded red sweats, the thick, black band of his boxer briefs could be seen peaking out of the thicker, loved rim of said sweat pants. Berri held her breath and nearly choked on her own spit, in the same instance, his becoming-sculpted body so tenderly pressed into her carpeted bedroom, though on the way to smiling into Berri's sleepy eyes, he slowed his roll and allowed his eyes to soak into the hull of Berri's personality, the beauty of her adorable bedroom, he stopped in his tracks and now curiously looked about without words.
"... You looking for something?" Berri wondered the second Turbo's gentle-natured spirit moved closer to her work desk.
A big, white, sprawling desk scattered with sheet music, her worn acoustic guitar was slumped against her desk's chair, and much to Turbo's surprise, there were a few paintings and doodles off to the side of the mess of sheet music. As Turbo's eyes curiously trailed the messy, organized chaos, he spot a few things; a hefty jar filled to the brim with very worn paint brushes, all vertically bunched together in a cute, clumsy mess. A water bowl with evaporated paint water, about an inch deep, though previously filled to the brim. A few knick-knacks from Sugar Rush's wild blue, some dainty hair accessories, scattered sticky notes and napkins all weathered with coffee rings and paint marks. Turbo softened and almost felt as if he had tread into Berri's diary, on display, though in the urge to reel away and assure himself that this all wasn't meant for him, he hovered in a bout of weirdness. He smiled down to Berri's little scribblings, and although he was sure Berri forgot that said scribbles were here, he was floored to find that she had written Turbo's name a few times, over and over, alongside some rushed doodles of dainty hearts. Turbo eased a sneaky, closed-mouth smile and warmly averted his gaze across Berri's bedroom, in her direction.
"If you were ever curious how my mind works, my desk is a very solid start into maybe ONE day understanding it all," Berri blurt a sleepy chuckle and rubbed her eye; Turbo gently to peer to her and felt continued, sweet solace in her shy presence. She held her arms rigid in a crossed, tight position over her breasts; it was clear to Turbo that she was potentially braless and likely had no clue how to navigate finally feeling entirely comfortable with Turbo, in this new aspect. He knew not to push it, he was well aware that maybe one day, they'd be beyond boundaries, though for now, he tread lightly.
"I think I've only ever been in your bedroom twice, now," Turbo huffed a deep chuckle and smiled at Berri's cute, sleepy figure; her hair was riled in deep, blue waves, a chaotic show of thickness Turbo was well aware that Berri got from both Tessa and Ralph. He eased a wider smile and began to cautiously press closer to her, he was praying that she'd let down at least one wall. Having successfully broken the barrier between just being friends, to being new lovers, Turbo knew the inner chambers of this whole mechanism held higher, tighter walls, ones that he'd have to conquer and earn in trust and valiant effort. Turbo finally glossed his eyes about Berri's sunny room, once again, "It suits you. You're adorable."
"Thanks," Berri mumbled in mild annoyance, though she gave him a cute, smug smile, knowing full well that Turbo was likely just trying to play up the wreck her bedroom was, "There's a reason you're not here often."
"Why, 'cause you think it's messy?" Turbo huffed as he sagged his masculine hands into his sweat's gaping pockets, Berri tightened the cross of her arms over her chest and scrunched her shoulders as he eased closer to her; she cocked an eyebrow and gave him a taunting smile.
"Cause you're a BOY," Berri blurt a hard giggle, to which Turbo furrowed his brow and succumbed to her playful nature, "I'm kidding, it's just... Yeah... I don't really let just any one up here."
"... Oh, really?" Turbo wondered tenderly, he now felt as if he needed to high-tail it out of here, as if to maybe consider if he was worthy, or not, "Am... Am I okay to-?"
"I wouldn't have allowed you over if I didn't want you in here, Bo," Berri mumbled, still groggy with obvious sleep deprivation. She lulled her eyes closed and, although prickly in the morning hours after lack of sleep, she still eased a gentle, closed-mouth smile and sighed through her nose, "Now, wh-what... Did you want to tell me?"
"O-Oh, right," Turbo huffed in a return of anxious nervousness. He gripped his pants, inside his sweat's pockets, and dart his eyes about in rising, stumped curiosity. He cocked an eyebrow and gave Berri a sheepish look, and although he had a rather large topic to bring about, he wondered if he should first put Berri into a better mood than what she was in now. He eased a gentle chuckle and fingered his lip in contemplation, "Let's see... Well, I wanted to ask you something when I dropped you off, last night, but since it started raining, you ran inside too quick and there was no chance for me to, well... Y'know."
"You could've come inside, I didn't know you still wanted to chat," Berri blurt a nervous giggle as Turbo seemingly stalled, she almost showed mild, cute annoyance to this, though she flinched the second Turbo snapped quietly and bobbed a nod.
"Here, this'll help. Let's recreate it, then," Turbo huffed cutely in conclusion, though Berri jolted in gentle surprise as Turbo suddenly turned around and showed Berri the broad of his bare back; likely forgetting it even existed, Berri's eyes were immediately met with the incredibly gorgeous back tattoo splayed all along his spine and shoulder blades. Berri raised her eyebrows in poised, silent surprise and eagerly ogled the amazing, intricate details that eased all around Turbo's broad, muscular back and shoulder blades, though before she could get lost in it all, Turbo gently held his hands and arms out a little, in anticipatory wait, he peered to her over his shoulder, "Okay, so... I rode you up to the palace gates, right?"
Berri froze in confusion, as to just what Turbo wanted, here, though she finally got it and heaved a small, tired giggle. She rolled her eyes, shook her head and gently unravelled her arms from the rigid positioning over her chest, and with such, she hesitated to sag her upper body into Turbo's bare back. Her face came eye level with the center of his shoulder blades, she smooshed her cheek to the center of it all and easily wrapped her arms about Turbo's bare torso. As if to pretend to be on the back of his bike, once more, Turbo cleared his throat and quietly made a cute little grumbly noise, in the back of his throat, as he began to take a few steps forward. He held his hands out a little, as if to pretend to hold onto handle bars, though he stumbled a bit as he and Berri maybe went five feet about the room and were brought back to Berri's sunny window. Berri blurt a sleepy laugh into Turbo's warm skin and hugged Turbo tight as she almost stumbled over the backs of his heels to keep up. He finally stopped before the splay of sunlight, pretended to power off the bike, and to avoid anymore pantomiming, he simply turned back around and faced Berri. She peered up to him with a new set of eyes, something Turbo was eternally grateful for; she looked a little more awake, a little more comfortable with this brand new, fragile transition, and with the potential for walls to come down, Berri didn't cross her arms, this time. Although tempting to glance down, Turbo kept his eyes strictly into Berri's.
"Okay, now what?" Berri prod tenderly, she finally felt crankiness slide away from her with the raw splay of sunlight that kissed Turbo's bare chest and face.
His typically glowing eyes were muted due to the sharp cut of sunlight on his face, leaving a very creepy, matte yellow of glassy eyes peering straight into her soul. Berri raised her eyebrows and remained stunned in his haunting eye contact, deep voids of strange, cubed, pixel pupils that typically came with a very lovely glow about it, so to give the illusion of a round, normal pupil. Berri curiously peered to his face, kissed with darker grey freckles on his nose and underneath his entirely creepy gaze, she hung on this rare creature's every single word, every single movement. She felt entranced with the way his broad chest expanded to inhale a nervous, smiling breath of readiness.
"I had a lot of fun, tonight," Turbo's deep voice so gently claimed Berri's heart, a gloss of enchantment, Berri simply melted in his gravity.
"Me too," Berri warmly agreed, she heaved a shaky breath and felt her skin wrinkle with goosebumps the second Turbo's hands warmly gripped hers; she furrowed her brow in rising, cute confusion and wondered just what this was all about.
"... Dammit, this is difficult," Turbo huffed a shaky breath, shook his head and allowed said matte, creepy gaze to gloss the shiny window a few feet behind Berri. She eased a small laugh and squeezed his hands, for it was in this raw instance did she have a huge inkling as to just what Turbo was going to ask.
"Why don't you just start with the obvious?" Berri chimed gently, though not so much in the way of telling Turbo what to say, and more in the way of potentially giving a prompt; unbeknownst to Berri, Turbo had a solid start for said prompt.
"I love you," He eased in kind warmth as he smiled into her eyes; she raised her eyebrows in bashful surprise, and although now not news to her, every single time it was said, from here on out, she wondered if it were simply whispers from a dream.
"I love you too," Berri eased confidently, her skin glowed with the splash of sunlight all over the top of her head. Her blue hair was aglow like cold fire. She smiled in wavering bashfulness, as if looking into Turbo's eyes, with said words being transferred, was foreign and surreal to such an extent that it was almost too hot to the touch.
"That's obvious," Turbo choked a contagious laugh, something Berri so easily succumbed too. She waggled her hands about, in Turbo's loving grip, and shook her head.
"Bo, I can't be THAT intimidating," Berri mumbled cutely, she tilted her head and gave Turbo the sweetest smile, brilliant blue eyes that the sunlight kissed glints of turquoise into.
"You're Sugar Rush's next Queen, yes, you're intimidating," Turbo rushed in a mumble of adamant, cute teasing. He wrinkled his nose and shook his head, "Not to mention, a celebrity. You really don't know the weight of all of this, do you."
"Clearly not, I'm half awake and I'm patiently waiting for what ever it is you're trying to ask me," Berri rushed, she sagged her shoulders and lulled her eyes closed in sleepy cuteness.
"I know this is soon. I know you just... Got out of a hard situation," Turbo started, he faltered on his words, he looked entirely shroud in rising, concealed terror as his eyes bashfully scanned Berri's shoulders and collar bone, as if her eye contact was to difficult to face, in this instance; Berri began to beam a cute, close-mouthed smile, she side-eyed Turbo in gentle understanding and let him carry on, anyways, "I.. I made a promise to myself. I promised that I wouldn't do this, or bring this upon you, but... I really just... Can't sit back and let you slip away from me, any longer. I'd be doing us a massive disservice... A-And, I know I have a lot of things to overcome, and a lot to work on, personally, but I just... I just..."
"You just... Hope that I, too, didn't make myself the same promises, you just hope that somehow me telling you, last night, that I was in love with you, wasn't all just a dream. You're hoping that my confession gives you license to pursue me, you hope that I'll say yes to becoming your girlfriend, once and for all?" Berri smartly listed, though her womanly voice coat over Turbo's shivering soul like a warm blanket.
Turbo remained frozen and was at least thrilled that she did all the leg work for him, though he somehow felt as if he should still actually ask the question. Like the beam of sunlight that cast upon them, Turbo held his breath and urgently peered down into Berri's eyes as his hands began to gently tremble. He inhaled a shaky breath and anticipated her every single word, her every move, it all hitched on this opportunity, and in the sweep of enchanting sunlight, the warmth of their aura, the gentle hum of Berri's ground fan in the background, the coziness of this sleepy morning, Turbo long blinked in sweet confirmation and sagged his shoulders alongside a trembling exhale.
"Well, it's a good thing all your hoping isn't all for naught," Berri's warm voice so gently concluded, and although Turbo still remained frozen, she could easily see the flicker of overjoyed excitement hit the glint of his yellow eyes.
"Will you be my girlfriend?" Turbo's gentlemanly voice tenderly questioned, to which Berri lulled her eyes closed, grinned and bashfully nodded through her cute, messy, blue bangs.
"Yes," Berri stated, unflinchingly, and although the two hovered for a second, Berri winced in tender, delighted surprise the second Turbo carefully cupped Berri's jaws in his large, able hands and sagged into her gravity.
Berri fluttered her eyes closed as Turbo so confidently welcomed Berri into an innocent kiss, a warm, firm press of his lips to hers, she inhaled a deep breath through her nose and felt shocked by the rolling wave of romance that now flood her heart with certainty, something she had never quite felt before. A fire inside of her ignited unlike anything prior, and it was with Turbo's hot breath splayed on her face, the gentle tug Turbo's hands had on Berri's jaw and the back of her head, she felt suddenly desperate to soak into Turbo's glowing, seething warmth for the rest of eternity. A pull of gravity she felt doomed to crashing into, like craters on a lonely grey moon, she furrowed her eyebrows and felt as if she were merely drowning into the abyss of what true, genuine love actually felt like. A gift from the universe itself, she wondered if this was somehow the right time to soak into some genuine, tender loving care. As if being previously desperate to keep absolutely everyone at bay was likely not wise for her fragile, needy heart, she was floored her and Turbo were now hovering on the same page.
Although Turbo just barely tilted his head, eased off in a hover of sticky lips, he slowly dug in for seconds and kissed Berri's plump lips with adoring eagerness, something she so easily succumbed to. Although easily a slippery slope into a full make-out session, Berri inhaled a cue of a breath through her nose and placed her hands on Turbo's chest, a silent, show of an inquiry, a yellow light Turbo was very much in tune with. Turbo raised his eyebrows in gentle concern and eased his fervor. He pried his yellow eyes open and nervously peered down into Berri's fluttering gaze, he kept his hands lovingly held to Berri's face, cupped in a cute cradle of sweetness as she eased her bare hands to the hot skin on Turbo's sculpted, broad bare chest. Turbo long-blinked in cued alertness and froze, as if to potentially wonder if he had maybe done something wrong, though understood that yanking himself out of the equation could also make things worse, if that were the case. He hovered a few inches from her face and peered down to her in soft concern.
"What's wrong?" Turbo pressed, his deep voice hovered just above the hush of a whisper, his hot breath splayed her face, unabated; Berri nearly looked delightfully surprised, though a bittersweet air coat her shivering soul.
"...Y-You kissed me," Berri affirmed cutely, though still held fast to her nervous, bittersweet aura, Turbo furrowed his brow in cute obviousness and allowed his toothy smile to burst forth.
"... Of COURSE I kissed you, there's really nothing I'd rather be doing, right now," Turbo rushed quietly as he blurt a gentle laugh to Berri's warm cheeks, she relished in absolutely everything Turbo was, though she almost smiled out of sorrow as he cutely and nonchalantly carried on, "I-I wanted all of this last night but... Like I said, it was raining and I guess I just couldn't properly muster the courage to-"
"Gunner always refused to kiss me, in the morning, because of my morning breath," Berri staggered as her eyes began to become glassy, though it was in this gentle hover of fragility did Turbo's smile gently sag to that of a serious frown.
Turbo's yellow eyes peered hard into Berri's eyes in cold understanding, Berri's fragile little being stood before him, her womanly, beautiful face still cupped in his strong, able grey hands, and although Turbo did have to potentially agree that her morning breath was not the nicest thing on the planet, he felt a boiling rage begin to bubble in his heart. He remained frozen with Berri in tender contemplation, the shivering look of uncertainty on her sad little face, the glassy blue of her eyes, Turbo finally understood that this incredible little creature, hovered right in the palms of his hands, was lacking some serious loving. He wondered, now, just what other things Gunner did to potentially make her feel sad, make her feel worthless or a mild inconvenience, Turbo gently furrowed his brow and just barely shook his head down to her, though before he could potentially open his mouth and make verbally clear that, morning breath or not, she was worth kissing, he lulled his eyes closed and figured he should let his actions do the talking.
Through deep, reviving inhales of each other's lovely, or not so lovely scents, Turbo eagerly pushed his lips into Berri's and now tugged her face into his with gentle, warm fervor. He furrowed his eyebrows in a pang of now understanding said bittersweetness, radiating from Berri, though he allowed every ounce of love he had to just over fill her cup. He knew she desperately needed it, and although he didn't want to get to the root of every single little shattered area of her heart, right in this instance, he knew that, from here on out, an overflow of love was likely desired and required. Without any hesitations, without any form of disgust or any show of backing off, Turbo's strong, able arms and hands slid about Berri's middle and cradled her about her whole back, he was thrilled Berri's littler body sagged into his chest as he hovered over her in their deepening kiss, and it was here did Turbo smile on her lips; the way she finally began to come shyly crawling out of her shell proved to Turbo that Gunner's brash action, or inaction, was definitely reversible.
Berri smiled into their deepening kiss, she could feel her own heart nearly want to come climbing out of her throat, though she felt relieved that she wasn't the only one. The second her arms so warmly began to draw about Turbo's thick, strong neck, she could feel the pulse, in his jugular, throb with such a heightened intensity. Amidst tilted heads, a fragile push and pull of figuring each other out, a kiss that remained innocent and adoring, Berri felt exhaustion plague her once more, as if it were only now could she fall into a perfect slumber and awake refreshed. In the gentle segue of romance the two so easily marinated in, Turbo warmly and slowly parted their kiss, though as he barely peered down the bridge of his nose and to Berri's blushed, dewy cheeks, he saw them streamed with a few tears. He heaved a shaky breath of warm disbelief onto her face and gently slid his hands up to her jaws, once more, so he could stroke away her tears with his thumbs.
"You could have the worst morning breath on the face of this Arcade, and I'd still want to kiss you," Turbo whispered with a cute smile, he lulled his eyes closed and, although his hands so gently trembled as he held Berri's skull safely, he now felt safe to just allow these trembling, nervous emotions to be apparent. With how raw, real and upfront Berri was being with everything rested on her sleeve, Turbo knew that making absolutely clear just how heightened and nervous he was, would only bring about camaraderie.
"Thank you," Berri whimpered sweetly, she eased a shy laugh onto Turbo's jaw and cheeks, now a bit more comfortable with opening up a little and being her normal self, "You too."
"Methinks you should get some more sleep, tho, babe," Turbo pressed as they slowly began to sag out of the hover of potential kisses to be had. He eyed Berri as they gently released each other, and it was in said previous close proximity did Turbo notice the bags under her eyes, as well as the angry, stewing silver circuit marks that secretly lined her temples, "You, uh... You making any personal headway on your core coding meditations? It's been awhile since I've checked in, with you, on that."
"I don't know," Berri mumbled in sleepy embarrassment, proving to Turbo that she had been neglecting her mental health duties; Turbo crowned a wide, annoyed smile and gently took her hand in his.
"Allllright, c'mon, get back to bed," Turbo's deep voice pressed in a sweet tone of authority as he lead her back to her bed, and without question, Berri slowly crawled back in to her gorgeous, fluffy bedding all lined with huge, inviting pillows, down comforters and fleece throw blankets, all kissed with creams and peachy tones, though Turbo took note of her dark grey fitted sheet; he beamed a sneaky smile and casually tucked Berri in, knowing he probably should now see himself out. He softly eased out of her presence as she begn to firmly fluff her pillows and situate her bedding, about her. Her attention was buried into making sure her little nest was cozy enough to fall back asleep in. Turbo's bare feet slowly pressed closer to the teleportation nook in the corner of her bedroom, housed in the lovely white walls and secured in permanence, he pulled out his phone and looked at the time, "I'll call you in a few hours if you're not already awake, but... Methinks you should really catch up on sleep while you can."
"Babe?" Berri called in a spike of calm, girly sorrow, and with the switch up, Turbo halted his footwork and whirled about to catch his eyes with Berri's.
He raised his eyebrows in anticipatory wait and held his breath, though he froze at the vision before him. Sat upright in the nestle of her lovely sheets, her arm was outstretched, as if she had halted her movements in confusion as to just what Turbo was doing. Her beautiful blue hair cascaded down her t-shirt covered chest and shoulders, a messy show of gorgeous sleepiness, innocence that she radiated at all times, she sorrowfully peered in Turbo's directions and looked mildly dejected. He gingerly rested his hand to his own bare chest and faltered on a sentence that simply only escaped his mouth as a huff of hot, cute confusion. Turbo shook his head in further question and wondered now just what her desire was, he bit his lip and wondered just how many nasty land mines Gunner had unfortunately left behind. Turbo opened his mouth and knew he needed to be brave, though he also knew now that he potentially needed to heighten his intuition and prepare his heart and mind for the responsibility of having a brand new shiny girlfriend; the future Queen, no less.
"Yes?" Turbo pressed lightly and lovingly, making clear he was available, though Berri bashfully looked about her bedding with a frown and finally gave Turbo her curious, almost hesitant eye contact.
"... Can we cuddle?" Berri wondered nervously, still held in a frozen bubble of caution, something Turbo was now shocked to see from such a fiery individual.
It was here did Turbo understand that Berri had slowly and successfully let him in to an inner wall. What she typically showed on the daily was a bratty, fun loving firecracker of a woman so confidently rocketing into adulthood and then some, though something Turbo wasn't anticipating was this entirely adorable, shy and fragile gem of a woman underneath the mask of raging fire. A shivering single beam of blue light, a calm at the center of the raging storm, Turbo sagged in her beauty and now felt honored that she was fully succumbing to everything they were destined to be, and then some. How cutely she peered to him in stillness he had never seen out of her, like a clean mirror just anticipating Turbo's every single move, he rested the tenseness of his chest and shoulders and, although his heart raced with curious anticipation, he began to so softly press closer to Berri's bed, a simple bow to her every adorable plea inside their new commitment; something he was entirely certain he was really rusty at.
"By all means," Turbo quietly mumbled with a sleepy smile, himself, and as he so bravely welcomed himself into Berri's bed, he now wondered if the pounding of his heart, inside his ears, would cease any time soon, "I-I... Keep forgetting that I'm now allowed to all of this, as your new boyfriend."
"That's why I asked," Berri eased with a kind smile, her cheeks were forever kissed with a bashful blush, she continued to fluff and settle her sleeping area as Turbo's warm mass of a presence so slowly and cautiously closed in on her.
He lovingly smiled to Berri and cautiously pressed closer to her as he lifted her comfortable, billowy downs. With ease, Berri laid her fluffy hair and head deep into her pillow, gave Turbo a cute, shy, grateful smile and was unflinching about welcoming his body into her personal space. Turbo heaved a shaky breath and rested his head on her pillow, as well, they cautiously and almost clumsily tried not to get too tangled in each other's limbs, though he held his breath and was shocked with the needy assertiveness she crowned. Eager to get as comfortable as she possibly could, she snuggled deeper into Turbo's larger body, wrapped an arm about his thicker, bare middle and dared to melt her legs in a mesh between his, so to become entirely tangled, something they bashfully avoided for a few seconds. Turbo heaved an obvious, trembling breath and carefully wrapped his arms about Berri's upper back, she snuggled deep into his embrace and fluttered her eyes with relief. They remained face to face, though hovered mere inches from each other. Any shred of cuddling they had endured previously wasn't nearly so intimate, nearly so tangled or romantic, they allowed all physical walls to come down, any form of nervous, spread apart hand holding, they kept each other at, melted away.
The sunlight glinted in their direction, highlighting the cute, faint freckles on the sides of Berri's eyes, though also the faint stress marks that eased from her temples, near her eyes and into her hair line. Turbo gingerly pulled the comfortable blankets to their shoulders and nestled the two deeper into each other's warmth, and although he desperately wanted to pursue the conversation of her stress marks, he held off. Although something he now could romantically help her out with, he held off for the sheer fact that he had been harboring secretive information about said stressor marks, a hidden mark that she likely didn't know about. One that only really needed involvement inside of a code swap. Turbo felt his palms become sweaty, he desperately tried to even out his breathing, he did absolutely everything he could to remain cool, and although he was successful, he knew he should likely hold off on anything too much deeper than simply cuddling, for now. The way Berri sagged into his body, the way the hum of her ground fan so easily began to lull the two into the perfect slumber, Turbo followed Berri's idea and allowed his eyes to ease closed amidst the warm, loving sunlight. With a few final smooches of easy warmth into the bridge of Berri's cute little nose, he squeezed his brand new girlfriend deep into his chest and eased a silent promise out to the universe, before slipping into warm, easy slumber. A promise that this time, he'd give it his all, that this time, he wouldn't let this opportunity slip from his grip, no matter what.
