Reviews :
Burgie : He wants too many things lmao
faolan1230 : Begone thot hahahhahaha
Nikki Firesong : Yeah they're both incredibly sharp, but Berri is definitely always one step ahead of nearly everyone haha
Snake557 : I'm glad you enjoyed it! And yeah, Gunner doesn't know when to quit.
Song Listened To :
Break My Heart Again by FINNEAS
*Chapter 162*
"Is he making your life hard? What's he saying to you?" Turbo pressed darkly, his eyes glossed the dim, quaint and beautiful splay of Berri's slightly messy bedroom and work area; evening sunlight glinted across her unmade covers, her figure slowly eased off of the teleport pad in a mass of blue hair that cascaded down her back in a fluffy, beautiful mess of waves and kinks. Turbo cocked an eyebrow and just barely followed in her footsteps, though not nearly as fast; he began to feel helpless, "I-I... Berri, I just need to know you'll be safe, on this tour."
"Oh, I'll be safe from harm, alright," Berri assured in hot irritation, she whirled around and began to dig her phone from her baggy sweats, and as she gently cued to her's and Gunner's previous text conversation, she slouched her phone into Turbo's hand without any form of hesitation.
Turbo reeled in hot surprise, flinched and peered down to Berri's open display and unlocked phone in his hand. Unflinching as to how easily she slid her private device right into Turbo's care, she whirled around with a hard eye-roll and left Turbo to view the entirety of her's and Gunner's text conversation. Turbo swallowed a gulp of heart thumping dread. He raised his eyebrows in dewy nervousness, looked down to the gentle glow of her phone and scanned the details of the text conversation. Plainly listed as 'Gunner', in her phone, he smirked and was well aware it used to say 'Gunn' with a heart emoji. He held his breath in hard contemplation, and although he hesitated, he wondered just what she had him listed as, in her contacts, if it included a nickname or anything of that nature. He shook his head and knew he shouldn't pry, he kept his nose to the delicate conversation Berri had entrusted to him whilst she began to rummage with her opened duffle of folded clothes.
"Good morning babe, I'm excited to go on this next tour with you. I really have been thinking about it, and I'm wondering if I can somehow convince you to stay with me the first night of tour?" Turbo lilted as he read Gunner's first message, he furrowed his eyebrows and began to feel whole, protective rage begin to crawl over him; he did everything he could to keep his eyes golden, he narrowed and inhaled a shaky breath as he continued on, Berri rustled her drawers and continued to begrudgingly pack with thumps of frustration, "I really think we just need to unwind with each other. We've said a lot of hurtful things and I just don't want to lose you. Please Bear, at least consider it. Let me please just at least show you the kind of boyfriend I really can be. I didn't even, well... Get a chance to do anything romantic for you. I really thought we were getting somewhere that one night, the night you suddenly started to feel ill."
Turbo furrowed his brow and did everything he could to not crown a wide smile, though he finally shot Berri an incredulous smirk and shook his head in prodding, boyish cuteness, "... Did Gunner try to come on to you? And... You didn't want that so you cock-blocked him with the 'I don't feel well' trick?"
"I had run out of excuses," Berri muttered dully as she continued to pack, Turbo peered to her in lovely surprise and enjoyed watching her poofy hair fluff about with her firm movements. Berri raised her eyebrows in tender, bashful defeat and almost eased a shy giggle, "Guess you know my secrets, now."
"Gunn, I already told you, I have a boyfriend," Turbo read Berri's side of the conversation through a chuckle, though he jolted and urgently peered to Berri in hot surprise, "Bear, you... You told Gunner about me?"
"COURSE I told Gunner about you!" Berri urged, she hooked her eyes to Turbo's, across the stretch, and shook her head, "He didn't believe me, he STILL doesn't believe me. Read on, you'll see."
"Gunn, I already told you, I have a boyfriend, and I don't think he'd be too happy to hear you're still trying to get at me, even after I made clear that it was over," Turbo pressed, he inhaled a deep breath, readjusted his arm, eased deeper into Berri's lovely, warm room and approached the footboard of her beautiful, massive bed, "Wren, Theo, Throttle and I have our own accommodations planned, I will be staying with those three boys. I don't feel comfortable being alone with you, especially in that aspect, Gunn. I'm sorry I was never clear with you, about your advances, but I wasn't ready for that step. I should've been straight forward with you and I'm sorry I wasn't."
"You really lead me on, Bear, it sucks trying and trying again to further things only to be met with a wall," Turbo repeated Gunner's message, he furrowed his eyebrows in rising disgust and shook his head as he broke into his own, irritated narrative, "Lead him on? Does the kid not know how to read signs? Pretty sure he'd be made WELL aware if he was wanted in bed."
"I'd make it clear if I DID, guess I dropped the ball. I didn't know how to properly let him down without him getting mad," Berri muttered in hot irritation as she continued to pack her things in a huff, she heaved a raspy sigh, tucked her hair behind her ears and began to make her way to her bathroom. She switched the light on and disappeared, though Turbo continued on, knowing she was still in earshot.
"I guess... What I'm saying is, I'm frustrated that I never got to show you just what I was made of. What does this new guy have that I don't? If there even IS a new guy," Turbo completed Gunner's previous length of message, and though Turbo felt a curl of a smile grace his face, he tried to only humbly carry on with now Berri's reply, "I'm not lying to you, Gunner. There is someone else and what we do is none of your business."
Turbo raised his eyebrows in soft, collected surprise and sagged his shoulders as he quietly read the rest of her message to himself, in his head.
Blue : The difference between you two is, he's patient. Not once has he pushed me to do something I was uncomfortable with or felt I couldn't say no to without him getting mad. It's not about just sex, Gunner. I'm sure it's all good fun, and I'm obviously not opposed to it, but you really can't expect people to get there just as quick as you did. It was a huge turn off, Gunn. Dare I say it was a major reason why we didn't go the distance. You were so desperate for it, it really clouded everything. I need space from being entirely alone with you. It doesn't make me comfortable, so please don't ask me anymore.
"Blue, I had no clue this whole thing was THIS deep," Turbo's deep voice cautiously pressed, "For a guy that has it all, it's... Weird to see just how empty he is. He's trying to fill a void. I guess, what I want to know is..."
Turbo halted his words and held his breath. He wondered if maybe he was pulling a Gunner and stepping far too deep into a topic he wasn't allowed to, though he inhaled a shaky breath and wondered if he could be brave, here. As gentlemanly as he could, he lulled his eyes closed and so carefully picked his words, he was well aware he still had a lot to learn about Berri, and she for him, and with such notions, he knew they most definitely had to start somewhere. He reopened his eyes and softly peered to the gentle stream of light from her bathroom, the large, gaping archway that didn't have a door, he could see her little, faint shadow crossing the bathroom in small trips of gathering items to pack. He began to cautiously step closer to the gape of the warm glow of her bathroom light, his heart began to pound with anticipation as he left her's and Gunner's conversation opened in his palm.
"Why... DIDN'T you ever succumb to Gunner's advances?" Turbo wondered delicately, he bravely peered into the bathroom and glossed his eyes to Berri's figure; she stood at her massive sprawl of a pearly counter, and sink, with her hands planted on the cold gloss of it, her aimless eyes peered into her empty bathroom sink in hot contemplation of their conversation. Turbo raised his eyebrows in prickled surprise and was now floored to find that said question, said conversation, halted her frantic packing movements. He eased into the doorway and kept his cautious eyes glued to her figure, the gorgeous, fuzzy waves of blue that cascaded down her arms, back and chest. Turbo gingerly shook his head and lulled his eyes closed in a long blink of sweet, innocent curiosity, "If... You really liked the guy, and were all on board for everything a relationship entailed, well... How come... It never got to that point of intimacy?"
Berri's mature gaze finally drew up from the sink to the plant of her right hand into the counter, and in an aimless gloss of contemplation, her idle stare mixed about the different hair and skin care products haphazardly lined across her counter top. She dared a small smile, though it was clear she was hiding a twinge of confused sorrow. She exhaled a small chuckle of a sigh through her nose, shook her head and pondered Turbo's so careful choice of words, though as Turbo held frozen in hot anticipation of her answer, she finally glued her vivid, icy blue eyes into his golden orbs of suspension. She dared to give him a mildly annoyed smile, shook her head and finally glossed her idle gaze to his strong clavicles, the loose, white straps of his thin tank, she felt her face turn pink.
"Because, you... Ruined me," Berri pressed lightly, simply as if this wasn't a bad thing, she breathed an incredulous, irritated giggle, looked back down to her sink, shifted on her feet and stood up a bit straighter, "You ruined me for other men without even touching me."
Turbo frowned and nervously looked about her figure and the counter before her, as if to desperately claw for an answer, an apology, he inhaled a shaky breath through his mouth and began to stumble on a breath of words he was desperate to get out, though she quietly interrupted his effort.
"You don't need to apologize," Berri quickly countered with an almost sorrowful smile into his flinching eyes, he halted his attempt to press footwork closer to her, he gave her an apologetic frown and felt every single circuit and honeycomb in his body wiggle with cute confusion. Berri inhaled a shaky breath and shook her head, "You were my first kiss, and... I-I didn't want any of my other firsts to be with anyone else, after that."
"Berri," Turbo huffed shakily with a bashful smile down to his feet, he shook his head as if to politely state he had his answer and she didn't need to reveal more of her heart, if that was something she didn't want to do.
"There were many reasons why I left Gunner, and... You're the main reason," Berri quietly admitted as Turbo remained still, with her's and Gunner's conversation still wide open. He nervously glanced down to it and could see Gunner continue to argue her and try to reason with her, though he inhaled a deep breath through his nose and peered deep into her eyes as their string of contact met in a fluid gloss of enchantment, "You can trust me while I'm away, simply because you exist. I'm thankful for you, I'm thankful for your patience and your understanding. I'm sure... This isn't easy for you."
"You're worth it," Turbo huffed carefully, he shook his head and narrowed his gaze in further, protective, boiling rage, "He shows you no respect. If you need me to, I can message him and tell him to back off."
"He'd get the hint, for sure," Berri beamed a cute smile and looked down to her counter, once more. She softly shook her head and lulled her eyes closed, "You can do whatever you'd like. I try to remain civil with him, I just think it's frustrating that he thinks getting physical is going to magically solve our problems."
"As a guy, I can unfortunately see where he's coming from," Turbo muttered in mild dismay, "It's a way of giving you something you need, it's healing, it's loving, it's pleasurable for both parties, but... You're right. It puts a bandaid on a gaping wound. It'll fix everything for the night, but the next morning..."
"Yeah, I... I try to keep the thought of 'the next morning' in my head, otherwise, I probably would've regressed and just gotten it over with simply for the high of it all," Berri mumbled in soft scolding, towards herself, as she crossed her arms and continued to avoid eye contact with Turbo.
Turbo softly looked down, though snuck her a cute side-eye from her tender reveal. She looked reserved, nervous, almost as if she maybe was worried she had said too much. All a part of finally opening up to each other, Turbo inhaled a shaky breath and wondered if he should give back. As carefully and slowly as he could, he stepped deeper into her bathroom and sagged her still unlocked phone to the bathroom counter. He exhaled a long, soft sigh through his mouth, eased his hands into the gape of his sweat's pockets and stood a few feet from Berri's still reserved stance; he hovered to a stop and tilted his head to show her curiosity, something she cued to in the form of a bashful, glancing smile of gentle, silent apology. Turbo's smile broadened in cuteness as they marinated in each other's warm presence.
"I may have lost all my firsts to my past, but... Please understand," Turbo shook his head and gave her a look of raw, nervous humility, "That was all over thirty years ago... I think it's safe to consider all my firsts reset."
"Oh psh," Berri playfully disregarded as she rolled her eyes, looked off and eased a sneaky, blushing smile off to the other side of her bathroom; Turbo blurt a chuckle and shook his head.
"I'm serious, I don't know what the hell I'm doing any longer," Turbo pleaded with a broader laugh as her smile grew into the divots of her blushing cheeks.
"Well, I guess I'm yours to fool," Berri stated playfully, though her voice softened to serious conclusion as she eased her bashful eye contact up into his, once and for all, "I'm... Really going to miss you. This is the first time being separated as a couple. It's going to be rough."
"Naw, we'll stay in touch," Turbo shook his head and gave her a confident look of affirmation, "Any chance you get a second to spare, you can call me. I don't care what time it is, you call me. And we can talk for as long as you want. Even video chat, we can do it all."
"I'd like that," Berri stated in rising sorrow, she began to fiddle her fingers in aimless nervousness as she inhaled a shaky breath to continue on, "Bo, I'm... Really upset I'm going to be gone on your birthday."
"No, don't be, I don't really celebrate anyways," Turbo guffawed with a confident smile as he waggled his hand, "Lash, Nox and I will probably have a drink, hang with Chester, it'll be fine. We can celebrate when you get home."
"You made me feel so special ON my birthday, though," Berri pleaded with a frown, to which Turbo finally filled their gap and tenderly cupped Berri's jaws in his masculine hands.
"Hey," Turbo cooed with soft warmth, like dark, warm honey over her cold, blue soul, she peered her shivering, icy eyes into the heat of his glowing orbs and sagged her demeanor into his care, once and for all. Turbo breathed a silent chuckle and shook his head, "You are such a worry wart. Don't worry about any of it, I'm serious. Just call me, that's all I need. There's no pressure on your end, Bear, I've spent the last thirty years not celebrating my birthday. It's really no big deal... Partly because me and all three of my brothers all have the same birthday."
"You do?" Berri furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head.
"May first, the day TurboTime was released and plugged in," Turbo shrugged in smiling nonchalance and shook his head, "It's really no issue. I feel birthdays are properly reserved for self programmed gamers. You have a genuine day of legitimate birth. Me, well... It was just the day we were plugged in."
"It's still special," Berri pleaded warmly as she finally rested her hands to Turbo's broad chest, "You're... Special. I just want that to be clear."
"It is," Turbo smiled, he warmly smooched the bridge and top of Berri's cute nose once or twice and hovered over her sweetly, "Now, stop worrying. Let's get you packed up and ready to go, okay? Have you had dinner yet?"
"No," Berri mumbled cutely, she sagged into Turbo's irresistible warmth with a flutter of her eyes, to which Turbo cued to.
"Why don't you let me cook you something," Turbo mumbled into the bridge of her nose, once more, and in the indulgence of soft, warm smooches to her nose and finally her cheeks, he cutely smiled once she scrunched her shoulders and began to giggle in the flutter of it all, "You're probably going to eat trash fast food on your trip, so... I might as well send you off well."
"That's nice of you," Berri mumbled, though she stood on her tip toes the second Turbo's warm, cute and gentle smooches finally found her lips. In the soft, silent inhales through their noses, the slow slide of arms and the shifting of their stance, they sagged into a few innocent smooches of warm, slow delight. The two just barely parted in the sag of Turbo's arms about her lower back, she furrowed her brow and gave her parted, aimless gaze to the illuminated, darker freckles on Turbo's grey cheeks, just barely aglow with his also parted, golden gaze, "I'm... Really going to miss you."
"Me too," Turbo pressed in a sorrowful whisper, "I mean, I always do, but... This time's going to be rough. We'll make it work."
"I'll be back in two weeks," Berri sighed as they eased out of each other's tighter hover, she sagged back down to her flat stance and was again eye level with Turbo's upper chest, "It'll seem like an eternity."
"Well, if things get hairy, you know you have that disguise I gave you," Turbo shrugged, "I mean... Don't freely use it, but... In a dire situation where you need to get away, you know what to do, love."
"I haven't forgotten," Berri eased in quiet, cute nonchalance with a small nod, though she looked off a little and pondered harder on the subject; her heart began to thud with the ideas that came flooding her, she hoped that somewhere along her next tour, there'd be an opportunity to potentially slip away for a secret night out.
