Reviews :
faolan1230 : Bahaha that means a lot! Thanks!
BanannaSammich : Thank you! Seriously, thank you. I'm really glad that's apparent, it's something I've been building this entire time. She's terrified of his eyes and then it all eventually turns into something that brings her GREAT comfort. It's more Lash's eyes she was genuinely frightened off, cause his pupils are a bit more narrow than the other Turbotime men. Turbo, Nox and Throttle have exactly square pupils, where as Lash's are a little bit more vertical rectangles, and that was an aspect that made Berri even more wary, it was distinctive. But, even still, you're not wrong - the lot of them had eyes that freaked her out and brought her triggers from past trauma, from the major ending scene in Rectifying Origin, but I'm grateful that's obvious, here. It's now something she really doesn't want to live without. Thank you for the review friend!
A/N :
*WARNING*
Alright, you guys... The chapter you guys have all been waiting for. The first half of this chapter is tame and not overtly sexual, though the last half is, well... Y'know. One great big FINALLY.
I drew Turbo's and Berri's swap scene! It's (censored) on my deviantART titled 'The Thirteenth Stressor' username Vyntresser, and, I'm pretty sure the uncensored version is on Twitter somewhere lol.
Because this chapter is so long, I won't be uploading again until Wednesday, June 3rd. Thanks guys!
Enjoyyyy ;)
Song Listened To :
Rain by Hans Zimmer
Toy by Fly By Midnight
That's What I Like by Bruno Mars
*Chapter 191*
With the kiss of sunlight on her cheeks, Berri scrunched her face in gentle delight, a refreshed breath of the scent she desired, the cool, brisk, circulating air through Turbo's bedroom lulled in a steady whirlpool of the softest, loveliest white noise. Her bangs just barely whisked about her nose, clean hair and skin she absolutely relished in. With a further peel of her blue eyes and a half sit dead center in the middle of Turbo's luxurious, massive bed, she inhaled a deep breath and got a good look around. Not really ever in Turbo's bedroom a whole lot, seeing the vision of it, in the morning, with the healthy splay of sunlight through his large floor to ceiling windows, far off to her left, had her heart relishing in every single second of this. She was quick to take note that Turbo was not present, though as she sat up a bit further, she sagged against his lovely, sturdy headboard and took in the sights. The glass of water on her nightstand, her phone all tidily plugged up next to it, a faintly glowing, modern alarm clock that read close to eleven in the morning, she looked down to what she was wearing and felt the pieces of last night come daintily puzzling back together, a soft remembrance of a rather loud and rowdy night.
Dressed in one of her thin, cozy, faded blue tank tops and a pair of her own booty shorts of underwear, matching, she curled a bashful, blushing smile and was well aware Turbo had done his gentlemanly duty of cleaning her up and preparing her for bed, and so sweetly, too. She lofted her gaze back to the water and began to scoot to the edge of the bed where she dangled her bare legs off. Revealed goosebumps, as her skin hit the fresh cool air, raised all up her legs, and as she easily chugged a decent amount of the water left for her, she warily tapped the touch screen of her phone and wrinkled her display a look of scrunched anxiousness. Like suspected, her lock screen was angrily splayed with all sort of messages from Gunner. With a shake of her head, diligently adamant about not letting all that drama ruin her morning with Turbo, she inhaled a deep breath and promised she'd revisit all of it after she at least said good morning to her new fiancé. Her heart skipped a heavy beat as her bare feet hit his lovely grey tiles, as her eyes and ears broadened to the whole bedroom and everything that lead beyond it, she peered to the gently agape bedroom door and could hear Turbo's deep, masculine voice cheerfully carrying on a conversation with someone. As Berri halted and bashfully put on Turbo's faded red zip up hoodie, of which she was wearing the night prior, she skillfully eavesdropped and gathered that Turbo was simply on a phone call with someone and was otherwise alone.
With silent footwork and Turbo's slouchy, baggy hoodie draped over her clean bare shoulders, she slowly stepped out into his dimmer corridor as the frayed, thick ends of Turbo's lovely, worn hoodie kissed the middle of her bare thighs. Her eyes peered forward and was met with the island, where Turbo cozily sat at one of his bar stools. Dressed in his typical red sweats and a darker red tank, his messy bed head all splayed in haphazard, delightfully adorable directions, he had his nose buried in some code room work; a mess of holographic displays littered before and about him in a hefty workload for the morning, he confidently chattered on his phone call with a wide grin, canines prominently peeking through his lips, his golden gaze looked renewed and refreshed. His assertive tone seemed worlds lighter, an easier toss of lifted confidence Berri was absolutely sure came about by facing his hugest fears, the whole day prior. She narrowed her gaze and so curiously peered to this new, lovely, gentlemanly soul before her, and though she still slowly pressed down the corridor, she relished in the fact that he hadn't noticed her yet, his cute, bumbling conversation, with who knows who, so delightfully carried forth.
"Oh, yeah, I maybe had left Sugar Rush only once, two years prior, I had run into Berri's mother," Turbo stated with a small laugh, he heaved a sigh and shook his head as his eyes aimlessly glossed his work before him, "But other than that it's been..."
Berri smiled a cute smile and now slowly pressed into the kitchen, which finally caught Turbo's eye. He raised his eyebrows in delight, gave Berri a warm, loving smile and opened his left arm in a gesture to politely, and silently, request for her to join him. She eased a cute smile and began to mosey on over to him, he sat cozily on his barstool with his feet propped on the bars below, on his stool.
"Yes, well we're now engaged, I proposed to her last night," Turbo stated in cheerful warmth, the person on the other end of the phone cooed a louder notion of muffled surprise as Turbo scoffed a shy laugh, "Yeah, we've... We've been involved for a bit, now, and I just don't want this one to get away."
Berri rolled her eyes and eased a wide, sleepy smile. She bashfully rubbed her eye as she finally sagged into Turbo's presence, he readjusted his sitting position so that she was lazily between the bend of his spread thighs, they both were about eye level due to Turbo's sitting position at his stool. He warmly scooped his arm about the whole of Berri's back and easily welcomed her into the side and front of his broad chest. With his phone securely held in his right hand, to his right ear, he and Berri saddled themselves in a secured squeeze of a hug, and before Turbo carried on with his conversing, he firmly pushed a few kisses into the temples on the right side of her face, lovingly pressed into her faintly glowing stress marks, as well as a few to her blushing cheek. With her eyes closed, she sagged her head to his left shoulder and relished in the sound of his confident voice as he carried on such a warm, friendly conversation with User knows who.
"Thank you, thank you, we're stoked," Turbo cutely pressed, the person on the other end carried on in soft question as Turbo kept his arm securely fastened about Berri's upper back, "Oh, yeah, no, I got the whole crew on board before, trust me. That would've been wild, if not, wow. Yeah, I'm the King's advisor, so... It's been in the works for awhile."
Berri raised her eyebrows in softness and, with her hands lovingly tucked up into Turbo's chest in a cozy snuggle of his squeeze, her eyes peered to the glistening ring on her left finger. She now was entirely curious as to who Turbo was talking to, though she figured it was important over the sheer fact that Turbo wasn't much of a phone-call person.
"Yeah, we would be, but Berri's mother and father aren't due for handing over the crown anytime soon, and that's fine," Turbo eased sweetly, "I think that we'll probably be too busy with our own shindig, moving forward, anyhow. Who knows what the future holds, but the game is secure with Tessa and Zed. More eyes, more ears, y'know."
Berri smiled a cute smile into the nook of Turbo's neck and now felt a playful air begin to crown her morning mood, she scrunched her shoulders a little and, through a silent giggle, she began to ease a few warm, innocent kisses into the side of Turbo's neck. She fluttered her eyes and did absolutely everything she could not to laugh the second Turbo began to shudder, goosebumps began to angrily plague his jugular. He desperately did whatever he could to hold his composure.
"Y-Yes, we'll sit down with Theo and Wren to see what that all holds, but I think the band would probably enjoy some well-deserved time off, so I guess we'll see," Turbo was successful in holding it all together, though he scrunched and blurt a silent, shaky chuckle of playful irritation; Berri finally eased off and snuggled into Turbo's chest a silently giggling, grinning, blushing wreck, "The second a unanimous decision is made, you guys will be first to know, for sure."
Turbo lovingly rubbed up and down Berri's back as the two sagged back into their normal, loving embrace, though Turbo removed his phone from his ear, put his phone on speaker and began to sift through a few notes on his phone; the tail end of this certain individual's sentence was softly now broadcasted for Berri to hear.
"-laid off to, I think he said something about buying himself a summer home off on Keppel Crest," He stated, he had a deep, happy voice, Berri furrowed her eyebrows and figured this had to be a worker from Bedgy's side of the band's crew.
"Really?" Turbo pressed, he furrowed his eyebrows and now finally began to sift to a few news outlets from an opened browser; major, heavy headlines all about Gunner's failure, from the previous show, huge texts about how terribly he wronged Tatum, and the splash of paparazzi of Gunner's figure inside EZ Living this morning.
"Yeah, he's avoiding press and making clear he's not going to comment on the matter," This person pressed in sighing irritation, "Whatever you said to him yesterday was enough to nearly wipe him off the map, my guy. He's reached out to absolutely no one, not Bedgy, not anyone of his crew members, now I don't know about Berri and crew."
"Radio silence, over here," Turbo skillfully fibbed, Berri cocked an eyebrow and gave Turbo a sweet, sly smile at his smoothness, "I think... Just let sleeping dogs lie. The tour's done, y'know, the-"
"Well, yeah, but the hype is for SURE not over," The guy blurt a chuckle, to which Turbo rolled his eyes and guffawed a small, understanding laugh, "THE Turbo leaves Sugar Rush, once and for all, and crashes the entire show? Acade's hugest show of the YEAR? One-up's Gunner like there's no tomorrow and puts Archived Chaos' star right at the forefront where she needed to be? Yeah, bud, you best prepare yourself. This is no one and done."
"Yes, sir," Turbo stated nonchalantly with a sigh and a small nod; it was clear, here, that Turbo was now speaking with someone who had decent authority in either the venue from the night prior or someone higher up in the rank, in terms of band management.
"If Gunner reaches out to either of you, please keep us informed, I don't really know what happened between him and Berri last night, but..." The man trailed off, to which Turbo lulled his eyes closed and shook his head.
"From what I saw, they were arguing, he grabbed sheet music out of her hand, she lunged to get it back, and he stopped her by grabbing her shoulder and upper arm," Turbo shook his head and gestured his arm, which was currently holding Berri, he warmly cupped her upper back in a return of warmth and sighed in irritation, "Shook her around a bit, but... Could've been far worse. I really don't know what would've happened if I hadn't shown up. Berri likely would've gone Wreck-It-Ralph on him."
"... Oh yeah, I forgot she was related to that beast, holy User. Gunner picked the wrong crew to mess with," The guy muttered to himself in a rushing hiss of terrified delight. Him and Turbo shared a laugh before his voice pressed to a cheerful lilt of impending departure, "Alright, man, thanks for taking time to talk to me. I'm sure we'll see more of you, just make sure you guys meet with Bedgy sometime soon to get situated and figure out what steps to take, moving forward. The Arcade is absolutely not satiated from last night and venues are already lining up, so... Take some time off, sure, but let's be hasty."
"I'll have a discussion with my bride and we'll reconvene," Turbo's gentlemanly voice pressed in deep sweetness, something that made butterflies line Berri's stomach; said guy, on the other end, eased a warm, kind chuckle.
"The most important first step," He pressed, Turbo bobbed a nod, "You got my number now, just shoot me a call."
"Yessir," Turbo lilted, and as the two eased notions of mutual departure, Turbo exhaled a heavy, long, raspy sigh and set his phone on the island's counter before him. Though said conversation had its heavy points, Turbo still raised his eyebrows in sweet delight and now successfully wrapped both of his arms tight about Berri's warm, still sleepy and deflated figure, "G'morning, baby."
Berri smiled in whole, blushing, renewed warmth with the way Turbo so diligently loved on her. A whole, healthy show of Turbo's full gooey love, absolutely lost in adoration, Turbo's warm breath coat her cheeks and the bridge of her nose as he eased slow, firm smooches into the skin on her face. He finally breathed a small chuckle onto her grinning, eye-fluttery expression and gently swayed the two as he moved on his barstool a little. She stood comfortably sagged between his thighs, her whole front pressed against his, Turbo tilted his head back and tucked her beautiful blue hair behind her ear, fully aware this shred of their now refreshed, glowing alone time was not to be squandered, nor tainted by any phone call or interruption. He lovingly caught eyes with her blushing, sleepy little face, though he huffed a small chuckle and firmly gripped his arms tight about her shoulders as she flopped the side of her head into his shoulder and the nook of his neck. As if he could hardly get enough, he did what he could to reign in his desperation to just shower her in kisses, he laid a few warm smooches to her shoulder and squeezed her in a tight, cradling scoop of unmitigated love and care.
"How'd you sleep?" Turbo so softly pressed, though as Berri inhaled a deep, steady breath, she suddenly croaked a silent rasp of the beginning to her response; both her and Turbo froze in concern, to which she peeled her upper body a little bit away and peered hard into Turbo's eyes, a whole swathe of plucked, smiling urgency. Turbo gave her a bittersweet smile of equal concern and held her upper arms, "Uh-oh... Lost your voice."
"Crap," Berri just barely rasped, only little flickers of her voice crackled through, she urgently cleared her throat and swallowed a few times, and though she pressed on, her voice was entirely shot and just angrily hissed above a push of a whisper, "Not... Used to this, I guess."
"Welp, you did sing User-knows how many songs with so many note changes and belting points," Turbo mumbled as the two just barely sagged from each other in softened delight. Berri lulled her eyes closed in irritation and sagged her hands down Turbo's broad, masculine chest; Berri did what she could to not ogle his handsome figure in his fitted shirt, "C'mon, I can fix your voice box coding. I can actually do so with the help of your stressors on your throat, if you're up for it."
"Yes, please," Berri raspily whispered, she grimaced in slight pain and held her hand to her throat in dainty uncertainty as the two gently removed themselves from each other.
Turbo grunted a noise and stretched, as if maybe he had been sitting at his bar stool for awhile. He inhaled a deep breath, his broad rib cage expanded, he lulled his handsome eyes shut and ruffled his hair as if that'd magically make it not so messy, any longer. Berri bashfully stood with her hands tucked underneath her chin, and though she had been this exposed in front of Turbo before, she still felt a bashful air hang over her. With his hoodie concealing her figure, excluding her curvy bare thighs and legs, she shyly looked across Turbo's lovely, sun-kissed loft and patiently waited for Turbo to close out the hefty terminals splayed about his kitchen island. She cocked an eyebrow and patiently watched his able, grey hands click a few options, type a few last minute things and ultimately close out his Knightly duties buried deep in Sugar Rush's code room. He gently swiped the projector, for said holographic screens, and finally gave Berri his loving attention.
"Here, let's move to my dining room table, we'll be more comfortable, there," Turbo gently instructed, he held his arm out for Berri to proceed, and as the two began to step deeper into the sunny sitting area just behind his couch, Berri bashfully plopped down at the long bench they would ultimately share; a gorgeous lighter wood table all crowned in a gorgeous, shiny stain, Berri raised her eyebrows as Turbo's warm voice pressed on, "Is your throat sore, too? Like does it hurt?"
"Yeah," Berri croaked, she furrowed her eyebrows and grimaced a little, "I didn't realize it until I tried to talk, just then."
"Yeah, I woke up with a little drainage, myself," Turbo eased, he huffed a silent grunt as he sat down next to Berri, though he did whatever he could to not obviously ogle her beautiful body; she sat in a shy, reserved manner, his baggy hoodie pretty much covered her entire sitting figure, something that Turbo was sure would alleviate his rushing thoughts, though the hidden mystery of everything underneath said hoodie is what had his mind crawling with now dire curiosity. Turbo cleared his throat and gently set down his projector a foot before the two, right in the center of his large table. Once a single, smaller holographic display blipped before him in confident, red coding, he inhaled a revived breath and bobbed a nod, "Okay, let's see... User, I gotta switch gears, here."
"How long have you been awake babe?" Berri pressed curiously, the two sat a foot apart, though Berri grunted and got a bit more comfortable. With her left thigh and leg now bent and tucked up onto the bench they shared, in a half-position of sitting with her legs criss-crossed, she was able to now pivot her body and angle more of her body towards Turbo for better access to the stressor on her throat.
"Probably since about nine or so," Turbo mumbled cutely, his golden eyes gently scanned through a few drop down indexes, he skillfully clicked his way right into Berri's coding and patiently sat back for a moment. The black square of his pupils lovingly hooked tight to Berri's eyes in gained sweetness, "My phone didn't wake you up at all? User, I've been fielding calls all morning."
"Do not disturb mode, my friend," Berri's raspy voice forced out, she rubbed her eye in hot annoyance and grinned a wider smile the second Turbo began to cutely laugh at her expense, "Stop it, I can't help it!"
"You're adorable," Turbo huffed quietly with a smile, though he gently tilted the holographic screen in Berri's direction and gave her a sweet smile of kind preparation, "Just need your permission, doll."
"I think my answer was clear, last night," Berri muttered cutely, a raspy lilt of her crackling voice desperately trying to shine through, she gingerly plucked her finger right into the 'allow access' button, only designed to sense her coded fingerprint.
"Yes'm," Turbo mumbled warmly, he bashfully began to open a few of her coded options, and once he came to her voice box setting all strung together with her vocal chords and everything her throat, esophagus and the surrounding structure contained, he raised his eyebrows in readied cuteness and bobbed a nod, "Alright, so... I guess I could just simply RESET your coding again and you'd be at least a little better, but... I think, if you're going to be remaining the lead singer in this nonsense, we should learn how to recover on our own, just in case we're not inside Sugar Rush and we don't have access to a code room."
"... Literally the coolest thing I've ever heard you say," Berri whispered in fluttering, girly delight, she easily gave Turbo a look of teasing goo-goo eyes, to which Turbo now bashfully swallowed and eased a shy smile.
"What, the idea of me being out of Sugar Rush?" Turbo prod, Berri nodded in dreamy delight and leaned forward a little, as if to express that he should keep going. Her beautiful, twinkling eyes looked refreshed, her cheeks kissed with womanly maturity, the way the sunlight saturated the backs of her shoulders, Turbo huffed a shaky breath and could swear he was in the presence of an angel. He heaved a shaky chuckle and pressed on in a lilt of cute, boyish delight, "I-I actually was going to ask if you could show me around EZ Living sometime this weekend."
"Ohh, say more," Berri whispered in further, dreamy delight as she fluttered her eyes closed; Turbo choked a laugh and gently rested his hand on Berri's bare, lower thigh.
"Maybe hit Arcadia one more time?" Turbo whispered, the depth of his voice coat over Berri's blushed cheeks, he slowly leaned forward gave her cute nose a kiss.
"Keep going," Berri hissed, she fluttered her blue lashes closed and felt her skin plague with goosebumps.
"Then come home and..." Turbo purposefully opened his mouth and teasingly halted his words, though Berri's eyes popped open in bashful surprise as Turbo cocked an eyebrow and whispered his conclusion onto her nose, "Fix your voice coding."
Berri sagged her shoulders in dull, blushing defeat and still couldn't help but smile. Turbo easily volleyed her a cute, coy smirk and sat up a little straighter.
"C'mon, the sooner we fix your coding, here, the sooner we can, well..." Turbo furrowed his eyebrows in a loft of tender confusion and softly peered to Berri in innocent delight, "Field more annoying phone calls."
"My favorite," Berri muttered as she brushed her hair out of her eyes, sat a little bit straighter and prepared for Turbo's wise instructions, "Gunner has not stopped trying to get ahold of me."
"I figured," Turbo muttered, he slowly and carefully pressed his pointer and middle finger into the side of Berri's jugular and inhaled a deep breath in preparation, he gave her a sweet smile and bobbed a nod, "You want to go ahead and cue this stressor mark for me, please?"
"I'll try," Berri sighed in a raspy whisper as she sagged her shoulders, closed her eyes and allowed her renewed concentration to focus on the task at hand. Raw, whole communication, honest notions of true identity, she knew this stressor was about reveal and speaking her truth, unabated and unreserved. She relaxed her stance and felt her pulse, against Turbo's strong fingers, steadily throb in calm unison, though she fluttered her eyes open in tender curiosity once she could feel her mind begin to rush with all sorts of different versions of intense honesty she was desperate to get off of her chest, "Whoa, whoa, i-is it working?"
"Yeah, wow, good job," Turbo gently congratulated, and though he referred to Berri's coding in front of him, he finally gave Berri a sweet smile and hovered close, "Okay, so... I'm going to do what I can to NOT rely on the code room, let's just see if we can solve this together."
"Okay," Berri wavered in raspy uncertainty, she bit her tongue and felt so odd with the way a billion notions of urgency came flooding her brain, she dared to try and hold her breath and was entirely grateful her and Turbo weren't involved in an exterior swap, in this instance.
"Go ahead and locate the damage, see what you can accomplish in this heightened state," Turbo gently instructed, he kept his curious eyes glued to Berri's face, "There's power in thought, here... Just think about what you need to do, heal your vocal chords. You'll probably be left with a bit of a sore throat, but we'll cross that bridge once we come to it."
"I guess this is a good distraction," Berri's voice now confidently blurt in a crackle of raspiness, though she furrowed her eyebrows in sharp surprise at herself and was well aware this was now not going to end well, for her; the way Turbo long-blinked in hot confusion immediately assured Berri that word-vomit was well on its way.
"... Distraction from what?" Turbo eased a nervous laugh, to which Berri inhaled a trembling breath, lulled her eyes closed and shook her head in hot irritation towards herself.
"No, nothing, I-I... My mind is getting away from me," Berri huffed bashfully, and as her eyes remained closed, Turbo cocked an eyebrow and quickly took note that Berri's face was turning hot red, "M-Maybe it's not a good distraction-"
"Just steady your thought, I know this stressor is good about voicing your opinions and speaking just what's on your mind, but try and divert it to healing the damage in your throat," Turbo warmly instructed, he readjusted his gentle grip of a press firmly into her glowing, silver stressor mark, "You can steer these intentions. Instead of outward energy, try and push it more towards what needs to be loved on."
"Stop giving me ammunition," Berri huffed, though she popped open her eyes in pupil-tightening embarrassment and eased a shaky giggle as she bashfully wiped her forehead, "I-I mean... Let's just... I-I'm sorry, I just..."
"Easy," Turbo hovered sweetly, he blurt a quiet, deep chuckle of understanding and bobbed her a nod of affirmation, "Steady... You're just fine."
Berri inhaled a trembling breath through her nose, held it for a second and finally let it out in quivering nervousness. She lulled her eyes closed and finally relaxed in Turbo's presence, and though the feeling of his strong fingers tenderly pressed into the stressor, on the side of her throat, was prominent with the thudding of her throbbing pulse, she was successful in following Turbo's quiet, gentle lead and fueling her energy towards the damage in her throat. Once she finally was able to drop all notions of nervousness, due to being in such an intimate, raw setting with Turbo, she exhaled a steady breath, once and for all, and could feel congestion begin to come about. She furrowed her brow in soft confusion, cleared her throat with a bit more zest and swallowed a few times. She finally peered her curious eyes open and was floored to see Turbo's diligent, golden eyes so patiently glued to her disposition in readiness.
"Good, you're doing great," Turbo sweetly pressed, he bobbed a nod in warmth and hovered in a further show of patience, "That came along faster than I expected."
"That's what she said," Berri's now full voice delightfully croaked in a lilt, though before she could sag into herself in unmitigated embarrassment, the only thing that saved her soul was the sudden choke of a cute laugh Turbo delivered.
"You're usually not so brash, like this, Bear," Turbo was now lost in cute laughter, he carefully kept his fingers to her jugular and raised an eyebrow, "You haven't been meditating on this stressor, have you... You look like you're really pent up, here."
"Yeah, in more ways than one, buddy," Berri confidently barked, a rather mean notion, though it was laced with a stark switch up of cute, sassy, girly sarcasm; Turbo raised his eyebrows in hot shock and nervously huffed her a chuckle of grinning, bashful delight.
"O-Oh really, now?" Turbo prod in a boyish tone of coy cuteness, though Berri firmly furrowed her eyebrows and began to sharply clear her throat, the readjustment of her now refreshed vocal chords, and the success of her attempt, was something she was desperate to continue ironing out, though Turbo could easily tell she was now doing anything she could to get herself to shut up. With red cheeks, Turbo side-eyed Berri in tender softness and, through his wide grin, he pressed her the softest inquiry, "You, uh... Got something to share, there, Blue?"
"No, no, for User's sake, NO," Berri huffed loudly, her voice now fully coming back, though still not one hundred percent, "I-I'm... Almost there, and then we can go on about our day, for User's sakes..."
"Yeah, what DID you want to do today?" Turbo asked in warm innocence.
"You," Berri nonchalantly answered, though she bulged her eyes in hot, unadulterated terror and urgently yanked Turbo's hand away from her throat, "HOOOkay, so we're done doing that, thank you for... Helping me. Wow."
Turbo sat frozen in plucked, boyish delight as he blinked a few times, in rapid succession. He finally heaved a shaky chuckle as Berri shook her head and covered her hot red face, with her now sleeve-covered hands, in muttering agitation towards herself.
"Berri?" Turbo's gentle voice pressed in a lilt of a cute, shy chuckle.
"NO, do not ask me any more questions, holy User almighty in the sky," Berri hissed in trembling, dwindling cuteness. She pressed her elbows to the table, firmly sagged her face into her hands and tucked her cute bare knees to her chest, "I-I'm... So sorry, that was really forward, I'm... Not... Using my brain, holy cow."
Turbo sagged a little, and though he felt as if his heart was about to come thudding out of his chest, he smirked down to his table with a lull of his closed eyes and was well aware he shouldn't feel so surprised. Hovering in the soft stillness of sunny goodness that splayed into Turbo's loft, Berri huffed silent, whispering notions to herself. With her cute knees tightly tucked to her chest, Turbo's hoodie now lazily splayed over her balled body, she gripped her blue bangs and shook her head in whole, unadulterated embarrassment. Turbo finally grinned in softness, he knew the two were desperately trying to tip toe around each other, and although the two were engaged, Turbo found entire delight in the fact that they were now due to sagging into far more intimate, romantic realms with each other and it was delightfully to be expected. Knowing this at least took some pressure off, he was well aware he needed to rush to Berri's aid and help her feel comfortable with this raw transition they both almost blindly traversed together.
"Easy, love," Turbo's warm, deep voice glossed her figure in gentlemanly sweetness, his masculine hand cupped her lower back with care, he tilted his head and hoped he'd gain eye contact eventually, "You did it... Your voice is back to normal, no?"
Berri softly sagged her shoulders, though just barely. Still balled in whole embarrassment, Turbo raised his eyebrows in whole delight as Berri's adorable, beet red face just barely peered from the peeks of Turbo's faded, frayed red sleeves. Her gorgeous blue hair splayed her shoulders in lovely waves, her innocent eyes and face peered tight to Turbo's in a swathe of girly, shy uncertainty, and it was up until this speckle of shivering eye contact did Turbo feel confident in his ventures. Typically a fiery rage of goodness, Berri's now embarrassed, shy, shelled demeanor began to make the undersides of Turbo's skin just crawl with hot desire. As the two held eyes in tight, unwavering, blushing uncertainty, Turbo inhaled a shaky breath and gently gave Berri a smile, and though he was sure he was due to sailing into this intimate unfold with a confident air of certainty, having done all this before, he had absolutely no clue how to go about this with now such a shy, innocent, shivering little soul before him; he could feel a lump gather in his throat, he immediately felt thwarted by Berri's adorable silence.
"At what cost," Berri finally huffed in an easy, delicate whisper of tender, girly giggle; her face still bruised bright pink, she shrugged her shoulders and shyly peered deep into Turbo's eyes.
Turbo scoffed a small laugh and looked back down to the table. He did everything he could to keep his ducks in a row, all so easily fluttering away from him in the chaos of this delicate switch up he was praying wouldn't come about. Although he knew not to expect anything, he had previously anticipated a much fiery, take-charge version of Berri, where he could ease into everything with her volcanic attitude tight at the head of this nonsense, but what he was being presented with instead was a fragile, innocent flower of beauty that likely knew her weight, here. Turbo knew that she was well aware he had a lot of give in this realm, a coy act of needing direction, of Turbo having all the experience in this predicament and her gooey, girly, fluttering eyelashes just hooked to Turbo for guidance, he swallowed hard and knew he had to just step up to the plate and own his beam of confidence here, even though he was due to falling apart with nervousness.
"Berri, I... I think I'm beginning to discover that... There is far more than just ONE elephant in whatever room we're in," Turbo choked a shaky laugh, Berri narrowed her gaze in tender reveal and took note that Turbo's shy, glowing eyes began to ease to that of a peachy, blushing show of overwhelm. Turbo's trembling voice cautiously pressed to her in the gooiest, warmest love, he was aware that it was likely the only thing he was sure of, here, "I-I think we should just discuss this, once and for all."
"Forgive me, I-I... Have... NO experience, here," Berri ushered nervously, she bashfully tucked her hair behind her ears, a nervous tick that had begun to develop; her shy eyes were glossed with raw reveal, she looked as if her heart was about to be bared right before Turbo's eyes, a scary, nerve-racking event, "In neither code swapping or... Sex. None of it."
"You never had any experiences with Gunner?" Turbo wondered as cautiously as he could, he was thrilled to see Berri shrug and seem to sag in a bit more of an opened posture of body language.
"He would try, he'd always hint towards it, and... I-I mean we've made out and stuff, but nothing... Like..." Berri bashfully rubbed the back of her head and scrunched her face and eyes closed in embarrassment, "L-Like... That one night in your pool."
"I see," Turbo bobbed a conclusory nod, though his heartbeat began to thud straight out of his chest, like a ticking time bomb. He inhaled a trembling breath and eyed Berri in sweet delight, "I'm honored."
"Psh'yeah," Berri sarcastically guffawed in a hiss of smiling irritation, her eyes glossed Turbo's sunny, still living room, "Propose to a girl who has zero experience with any of this. Amazing."
"That's not what counts, Bear, and besides... I hardly have any experience here, either," Turbo gently assured, he shook his head and was glad the two caught eyes, "Sure, I... I'm not a virgin, but I mean, Bear, that was THIRTY years ago. Thirty. You expect me to remember what all of that entailed?"
"I mean at least a little, right?" Berri shrugged, she gave Turbo a coy side-eye and began to show a tiny bit of her playfulness; Turbo furrowed his eyebrows and beamed in defensive back-tracking.
"W-well, I know what to DO, I'm not... Like..." Turbo gestured his hand and desperately tried to grasp at the right words, "...L-Look, I'll take care of you. I'm confident in THAT, at least."
"Turbo, I don't want you to feel like you're obliged to... Do anything you might not be ready for," Berri started, though just as Turbo inhaled a deep breath and was ready to usher her assurance of just why she didn't need to say all this, she urgently pressed on, "No, Turbo, I'm serious. I'm positive giving up your coding and doing ALL of this ALL over again, for fear of the past having a shred of a chance to repeat itself, I mean... You're out of the frying pan and into the fire. I get it, if you change your mind, I'll understand, y'know?"
"Thank you, Berri, really, I... I appreciate that," Turbo looked down and sighed a trembling sigh, "I've thought about it for awhile. This is different. I've had so much time to get to know you, this is a far more mature scenario. I just... Hope you'll have me."
Berri raised her eyebrows, lifted her left hand, waggled her fingers and proudly pointed to the glossy ring on her ring finger. Turbo raised his eyebrows in boyish curiosity before he sagged and huffed a cheeky smile of deflated defeat.
"I said yes, didn't I?" Berri teased, she shook her head and gave Turbo a knowing look, "So, why don't you go ahead and tell me JUST what to expect, here, in the way of stressors?"
"... O-Oh, you mean like... D-During?" Turbo staggered in whole shyness, to which Berri covered the side of her face, shrugged and bashfully looked down.
"I mean, yeah, what does THAT all entail? Certainly you're not just flying off of the two stressors on your hips, don't ALL stressor marks get involved? Eventually?" Berri intelligently wondered, and though she was dead on, Turbo faltered in the huff of uncertainty as to just how she discerned this information. He narrowed his gaze in tender curiosity and bobbed her a small nod as she got in one final little quip of cuteness, "I'm not just a pretty face, my guy."
"No, User, you're not," Turbo largely agreed with a choke of a soft laugh as he bugged his eyes and looked off in shy terror. He rubbed the back of his head and started in a faltered, trembling mess, "I-I... Haven't really been entirely honest with you, Bear."
"... Wait, what do you mean?" Berri worried, to which Turbo eased her an apologetic smile and sagged.
"... You actually have a secret thirteenth stressor you probably didn't know about," Turbo's voice pressed in tender nervousness, Berri raised her eyebrows with an air of bashful surprise and eagerly listened to Turbo's word, "Females have thirteen, males have fourteen. Twelve was just... To satiate your curiosity whilst keeping my sanity-"
"Wai-wai-wait," Berri flagged her hand, though Turbo scoffed a soft laugh and began to stand. Berri jolted to gently grip Turbo's arm, as he stood, she largely furrowed her eyebrows and gave him a wide, cheeky smile, "Wait a second, c'mon! Are you kidding? You have to tell me more, right?"
"Yeah, I can tell you more," Turbo choked a shaky chuckle as well as a nod, he gingerly eased his hand into hers and insinuated she come to a stand, with him, "I'd be doing you a massive disservice if we had sex and I didn't tell you about the final stressors we both have."
As the two came to a gentle stand, with Turbo's near-foot of height over her, she peered up into his eyes in a swathe of shyness that continued to hit her in waves. She swallowed hard and felt her retinas eagerly take mental pictures of all of these moments, all clear as day. She furrowed her eyebrows in soft surprise and quickly realized just why all of this felt so heavy, so tense and so detrimental; she didn't have a shred of alcohol to her name, currently, and neither did he. Turbo eased her a sweet smile, both riddled with shyness, and though Turbo took a small step away and began to gesture to his lovely, massive sectional and L-shaped couch, he inhaled a trembling breath and shrugged. It was very clear, to Berri, that he was doing everything he could to confidently take any lead, here.
"Why don't we sit and get comfortable," Turbo pressed kindly, to which the two began to round the other end of his couch, his sunny, quiet living room, and press into the bend of his cozy couch. Splayed with a big blanket already, lazily slouched over the back of the couch and littered with cozy pillows, Berri dreamily fluttered her eyes and plopped down into the bend of the couch, where it bevelled into said L-shape; the largest, coziest part of the couch and her silently designated spot. Turbo huffed a soft breath and cautiously sat down next to her in a slouch, "Alright, so... I can promise you that's the only thing I've fibbed to you, about. Moving forward, you have my full honesty. I'm sorry..."
"No, it's okay, I... I guess I sort of understand why you maybe didn't tell me about these last stressors," Berri quietly prod, she sat upright and tucked her legs into a lazy criss-cross. Still slouched in Turbo's unzipped, baggy hoodie, her beautiful figure still peaked through, something Turbo would kindly allow himself stolen glimpses. Berri shrugged her bare shoulders, ones of which began to show through the now full sag of his wide-shouldered zip up, "But... What I don't get is why you guys have fourteen and us girls only have thirteen."
"Welp... In as short of words as I can say, I'm just going to kindly refer you to Wren's and Throttle's sex life," Turbo cocked an eyebrow, hovered and side-eyed Berri in silent curiosity as her cute blue eyes dart about Turbo's face in searching silence. Once she raised her eyebrows, bobbed a nod and looked off with a blush, Turbo choked a small laugh and shyly held his hands into his lap, "Okay, I'm glad that clicked."
"Yep, clear as day," Berri huffed a shaky giggle and eyed Turbo in tender curiosity, "So, then... For me?"
"Well, it's cool for you girls because, the last two for us guys is STRICTLY for pleasure," Turbo gently explained, he swallowed hard and tried not to beat around the bush too much, here. He long-blinked and was well aware this was educational, though given their circumstances, he was sure Berri could hear his heart beat thudding on surround sound, "Yours deals with pleasure, too, but also aids in childbirth."
Berri furrowed her brow in a show of gentle understanding, though she eyed Turbo in sneaking suspicion and eased him a knowing, shy smile of certainty.
"... This isn't a stressor I can easily physically access, is it," Berri mumbled cutely, to which Turbo shook his head and shot Berri a nervous smile.
"No, it's... On par with my fourteenth stressor, which we're not going to discuss," Turbo choked a laugh, Berri wrinkled a wide, shy smile as Turbo rubbed his face in agitation, "You can ask Wren all about it, but mine's off limits for now, okay?"
"Okay, no danger there, dude," Berri held her hands up and wrinkled her nose; they both eased into cute, understanding laughter, though as they sighed in a soft sag, Berri furrowed her brows and peered down to her twiddling hands, in her lap, "So, that's... Something I don't really deal with, then. That's not a stressor I have physical access to."
"No, you typically wouldn't, but..." Turbo shrugged and shyly eyed her in raw, hovering cuteness, "It's... Something I'D be able to physically get to."
Berri huffed a shaky breath, nodded a little and continued to so shyly peer down to her hands in her lap. She flinched in tender surprise the second Turbo finally blurt a cute chuckle amidst a handsome, gentlemanly smile.
"There's really no easy way to say that both of our thirteenth stressors would match up during intercourse," Turbo blurt in cute irritation, he shrugged his masculine shoulders and shook his head amidst his peachy, glowing eyes. They both caught gazes in delightful shyness, "Mine's strictly for fun, yours eventually serves a genuine purpose."
"... Oh, during childbirth," Berri bobbed a small nod of understanding, to which Turbo softened and rubbed the back of his head in rising apprehension.
"Another... Incredibly terrifying elephant in the room," Turbo staggered, they both finally blurt into easy laughter, the toss of their cute smiles and shy eyes was so easily tugged with the now palpable sexual tension. Berri inhaled a shaky breath and eyed Turbo in teasing anticipatory cuteness as his grinning notions pressed on, his peachy gaze scanned the living room in aimless, smiling terror, "I don't suppose you... Well..."
"Want to tackle this elephant right here and now?" Berri choked, to which Turbo covered his face with a wider grin, they both were rocketed into happy laughter, a sag of easiness they finally melted into, "Sure, why not, we've already covered a WHOLE swathe of terrifying topics upon getting engaged, let's just dive FACE first into EVERYTHING. Let's see... You want to buy a house with me? How many babies do you want? Oh wait, we need to swap codes, first. So, when were you gunna pencil me in?"
"I had you pencilled in last night, remember?" Turbo muttered cutely, he eased a deep chuckle and gave her a soft smile, and it was here did he begin to feel a bit more confidence come to him. He sat up a little, tucked his leg in a cozy bend up to the couch and leaned closer to Berri's figure, which faced him.
"Well, you just said that cause Wren wouldn't shut up," Berri muttered shakily, her shy smile immediately persisted as she scrunched her shoulders; due to Turbo's new closeness, he warmly tucked her hair behind her ear and allowed his eyes to gently scan her face for any shred of hesitation, on her part.
"I think I'd like all of those things," Turbo pressed romantically, he softened and knew his lean was welcome, though he gave it purpose and sweetly kissed Berri's cheek in a slow linger of gentleness, "I-I have... No clue how I'd handle being a father. I never once imagined having a baby with anyone, of all things, but... I guess more of my secrets are out."
"What secret is out now?" Berri chimed quietly, although still a shy, hovering, frozen mess of trembling, hidden terror, she inhaled a shaky breath and dared to ease her hands to the broad of Turbo's strong chest; Turbo scoot a little closer to her as they sat before one another, he pushed his warm smile into the side of her cheek and jaw.
"I guess that you're the only person I've ever felt that attachment to," Turbo pressed softly, he relished in the whole plague of goosebumps that sprawled her neck. She eased a shy giggle as he hovered into the nook of her neck and shoulder, something she began to just barely scrunch for, the sensation of his chin scruff on her soft skin, "Obviously not any time soon, but... I could see us having a baby, one day."
"Really, now?" Berri prod in cute delight as she fluttered her eyes closed, though she choked a huff of a giggle as Turbo finally tucked into her neck and began to gently taste her skin with lingering kisses, softness with the promise of fervor and confidence, given the right circumstances.
"Oh, yeah," Turbo chirped lightly, though his demeanor now began to show heaviness in a slow burn of very prominent fervor. Berri eased a soft, shaky giggle, once more, and began to gently wrap her arms about Turbo's broad shoulders. Although her open posture and body language read physical invitation for the majority of this conversation, she relished in the notion that Turbo didn't immediately take her up on it. Due to said hover of tease, Berri fluttered her eyes and began to feel as if she was being driven mad, and with such an itch, she did absolutely everything not to full-on tug Turbo on top of her, once and for all. In the gentle push Turbo's body gently delivered, he warmly eased his strong hands to the dip of Berri's small waist and carefully cued her to sit back so he could properly join her. Turbo raised his eyebrows in warm delight and pressed on in deep fervor, cocky delight he was now due to confidently splaying all over her fragile, awaiting, shivering little soul. His deep voice reverberated in the back of her skull like a never-ending bass drum of steady goodness, "I think that's an act we should practice and perfect first, though, hmm?"
"Ohh, you're saying a lot of nice things to me, right now," Berri sighed, she grinned in fluttering delight as Turbo sagged her back into his large, cushiony couch, she felt her head grow heavy with desire, the weight of Turbo's body that now gently began to crawl into her intimate bubble, once and for all.
"Yeah? Talk to me," Turbo prod innocently, though his deep tone was laced with cute, certain desire, he dared to sag his body between the drape of her thighs, and as they melted into the cushiony nest of blankets and pillows about them, he inhaled a shaky breath into Berri's neck and began to kiss her throat with a bit more fervor, a hot gape of shaky breath, wet lips that could hardly get enough of her skin.
"I-I don't have words," Berri mumbled cutely, her voice trembled in the back of her throat, she did everything to open her heavy eyes and gazed up to Turbo's high, glassy ceiling. She cocked an eyebrow and silently promised said glass that it'd all get a good, reverberating workout in a second, here.
"Y'better get it out now before your stressors do that for you," Turbo's deep, croak of a voice warned into her clavicle, he grinned in smiling cuteness and continued to trail now a bit more innocent kisses to her skin as she cupped her hands to the back of Turbo's head and heaved a happy laugh out to the ceiling and room beyond her. Turbo staggered a shaky breath and wrinkled his nose in rising irritation at all the clothes in between them, the restriction of his sweat pants, he inhaled a trembling breath and began to worm out of his sweat pants as easily as he could, without being way too obvious. He propped on one elbow and peered up into Berri's glazed, smiling eyes, "Unless you want me to dig it outta yah, the choice is yours."
"Well, you're the master at doing that anyways, sex or not," Berri whined with an annoyed giggle as she flailed her arm up and let it thud back down to the back of Turbo's strong shoulder; he huffed a hard laugh into her sternum and was successful in wriggling out of his sweat pants for good, now dressed in his tight tank and black boxer-briefs.
Berri huffed a delirious sigh of incoming defeat and felt sweat already begin to dot her forehead. With a gentle struggle, she was successful in worming her arms out of Turbo's much larger zip up, though as she sagged back down, Turbo's heavy body carefully joined her. With the feel of Turbo's bare thighs against hers, the gentle nestle and cradle of his strong arms about her littler upper body, she fluttered her eyes in surprise and sagged into Turbo's codling, caring embrace, cocooned safely underneath his power, though with said shroud of security, she stiffened in rising, terrified surprise the second she could feel his rock-solid distention now pressed snug into the nook of her left hip bone and pelvis. Something to entirely boast about, only barely concealed by his underwear due surely to rip right through it, Berri caught a delightfully terrified breath in the back of her throat and felt every single stressor mark, on her body, begin to want to shine through in an act of defiance, as if to prove that they've been concealed for way too long.
"I guess we'll see, ooo, lookit THAT," Turbo prod in boyish cuteness, he raised his eyebrows and eyed the stressor marks on her jugular, which then sprawled to her heart as well as the faint glow through her stress marks, on her temples. Berri's face, splashed with blush, she urgently peered up to Turbo in shy, trembling, sweating anticipation, and though she looked entirely unsure of just what to do with all of these emotions, it all began to overflow in such a way she could hardly conceal any longer, "Can't hide from me, love, I'm the end-all."
"Y-You're so much bigger than I expected," Berri shakily blurt in rising terror, her face turned a brand new shade of purple as she huffed a terrified breath and peered up to Turbo in shock, at herself. Her chest heaved in a sporadic gasp of desperately trying to reverse her words, she scrunched her eyes tight and staggered a few more notions, as if a further press of words would somehow help her trembling case, "I-I mean like... Not that I... Had expectations, I guess I just..."
"Thank you," Turbo chuckled softly, he inhaled a deep breath and bobbed her a nod, "School's still in session, love, just take it easy... Relax, don't try and reverse what you're saying to me, I WANT to know what's on your mind."
"Oh User, no you don't," Berri muttered in collapsing, shivering delight as Turbo gently pressed his hips a little bit harder into Berri's, she eased a shaky giggle and began to weave her legs about Turbo's hips, his easy-going, loving demeanor was surely something to ease all of her worries, something she was eager to grapple on to.
"We're gunna get rid of those stress marks for good, but you have to play your part and not conceal everything, babe," Turbo choked a small laugh and shook his head. Although she was still half sitting up, and he was easily snug tight into her body, he still hovered over her in said loving, cocoon of an embrace. With the gentle removal of his right arm, he carefully allowed his strong hand to wriggle into the side and bend of her left hip bone, near where the press of his firm distention dug. With those stressors now almost angrily flared, he tenderly sagged his thumb into the round, silver circuit mark, and though he was prepared for movement, he jolted in surprise the second Berri's body tensed with delightful fervor. She inhaled a sharp breath and stiffened for a moment, though as they urgently caught glossed gazes, she heaved a quivering, silent notion of delightful nervousness as Turbo calmly pressed on, "I-I've never done this kind of thing, before, during sex, but... Let's work together to get all our stressors talkin', hmm?"
"I'm already about to pass out, Turbo, I don't think that's wise," Berri huffed a depleted laugh as she sagged into herself, she shook her head and gently draped her arm and hand across her forehead in a cute show of playful swooning, her trembling smile was complete with a sweet narrow of her eyes, blushed cheeks, the tender panting of her hot breath, Turbo peered to her in curious warmth and allowed her to continue spilling what was on her mind, "I have a LOT of worries, right now."
"Tell me ALL of them," Turbo's loving voice encouraged, and though he could easily sag and feel bad about himself, here, he gently held his thumb into the stressor on her hip and slowed his roll. Although keen on giving her a squirming, slow dig of anticipation, he allowed his knees to remained dug into the cushions underneath them in calm patience.
"I-I know a lot of people have keys to your home, I don't want any phone calls to... Well..." Berri staggered on all her words, wholly exasperated, lost in sweet, blushing thoughts and rushing desires, Turbo eased her a cute smile and bobbed her a nod.
"Berri, I've put my whole entire loft and code room on a very prominent 'do not enter' mode, and I don't care if my phone rings, NO ONE has access to this place right now, and I'll bet they'd look at said huge 'do not enter' sign and understand just why," Turbo extinguished her fires immediately, she panted and nervously peered up to him in a further show of maybe revealing another level of fear, to him, something a bit deeper. He bobbed her a nod and was well aware just what this new, shivering depth of worry contained, "And, as for us... You just feel every single last feeling you have to feel. I'll be here to catch you when it all comes caving in on you. I won't let you down, User, this is ALL I've been dreaming of, I will NOT let you down, now."
"Turbo," Berri huffed with a shaky giggle of continued, cute nervousness, though she bashfully rubbed the side of her face and began to show signs of now anticipatory nervousness, she jolted in gentle surprise as he dug his thumb a bit deeper into her stressor.
"I'm nervous too, but lookit you," Turbo cutely pressed with the depth of his voice, Berri casted the nook of her elbow over her eyes in shy, grinning delight as she heaved a shaky giggle. Turbo warmly pressed both of his hands to her wide hips, and with a firm grip and a squeeze of the stressors prominently glowing on her skin, she jolted in a gasp of a more outward, whispery moan of delight and, in said knee-jerk reaction, she tugged her legs tighter about Turbo's strong hips. Turbo choked a laugh and bobbed a small nod, "Y'got that green flag, babe, and I know you've been wanting to wave it at me for awhile, now. I'm ready for you, doll."
"Me too, I can't wait any longer," Berri suddenly begged, the gentle stressors on her jugular so softly flared as she inhaled a deep breath and, although she sat up a little more, she sagged back on her elbows and gripped her legs in a stronghold about Turbo's hips. Turbo eased a sneaky smile as she shook her head and began to look delightfully blushed and blistered with whole desperation, her eyes narrowed in plea as she huffed him a further notion of trembling collapse, "Just give me everything, Turbo, I'm about to go crazy."
"Yes, ma'am," Turbo cutely pressed in politeness, though he furrowed his eyebrows and now felt his hands go numb with hot realization.
In the squirm of trying to remain entirely coherent, desperate to keep his trembling hands from fumbling, Turbo grit his teeth in a rise and spike of adrenaline that suddenly coursed over the two with a jolt of urgency. In the wrangle to get himself out of the buttoned hole of his boxer-briefs, Turbo panted a trembly noise of soft assurance down to Berri as he grappled the base of his long, firm self. He long-blinked in unmitigated, unhinged, delirious delight as his free hand swiped Berri's underwear out of the way, and as he sat in a wider straddle of his knees now angrily dug into his couch, and Berri's sprawled thighs layered over the tops of his, he choked an inhale, held it and, with the firm bite of his lower lip, Turbo began to easily budge into Berri's warm, tight body. He scoffed a heavy catch of a breath through a surprised gape, though as he drew his eyes up Berri's beautiful body, she stiffened in a shaky tense of shock as Turbo steadied himself and did everything he could to gently rock past her insanely tight squeeze. As if glossed in a sunny, cloud-like dream of never-ending, fulfilled desires, Turbo raised his eyebrows, amidst his small gape of easy, smiling relief and did what he could to get their thirteenth stressors to sag into each other, though he was currently unsuccessful.
"T-Turbo, I... I..." Berri faltered in desperation to catch her breath, she finally sagged in shock and lulled her head to the side of his cushions in entire, immediate defeat.
"Wanna call it quits?" Turbo teased with a wide, knowing smile, and though Berri's eyes were fluttered closed in whole exhaustion, he gently shifted his weight and got settled with the press of his knees into the cushions with firm readiness. He just barely hovered his face over her sternum and peered his lovely, handsome, adoring gaze up to her beautiful, blushed face. With the gentle arch of his hips in a tender recoil, he shook his head and allowed the press of his deep, masculine voice to hover over her in hot knowing, "Not while you're ahead, like this, though."
Berri fluttered her eyes in soft, dainty surprise and, although she opened her mouth to usher Turbo a warm notion of further agreeing, she popped her eyes open in hot surprise as Turbo carefully dug into her, a bit deeper. In a sharp gasp, her hands urgently reached up and grappled Turbo's shoulders in a spike of anticipatory terror. Turbo huffed a soft, shaky breath of understanding, raised his eyebrows and gave her a kind toss of his adorable, peachy, glowing gaze. Her urgent gaze peered sharply into his, a silent communication they quickly had going, though as Turbo grappled her hips a bit harder, dug deeper into her stressor marks as well as a deeper slide into her body, she opened her mouth to usher him another notion of collapsing nonsense and instead let out a shaky moan that easily escaped the depths of her throat. In waves, she so badly wanted to sag and allow him freedom to do whatever, though with the sheer girth and length he had on his side, the tender motion of powerful promise, she tensed with each slow and steady arch and reel his strong lower back and hips confidently provided.
In careful progression, Turbo continued to gently dig into her with a tense of his hips, though he fluttered his eyes in delirious understanding that he wasn't fully able to access her end-all core due to her tensing. He knew she needed to be further eased into all of this, and with smiling anticipation at said challenge set before him, he warmly eased his hot breath into her jugular and began to so lovingly kiss her throat. With the press of his warm lips to her glowing stressor, he raised his eyebrows in surprise and was glad she was beginning to come out of her shell, a bit. With the draw of her hands down Turbo's broad chest, he flinched in surprise and felt said urgent hands finally cup underneath Turbo's strong jaw. Amidst the recoil of his hips, and the deeper dig into her body, he raised his eyebrows in spiked surprise the second her lovely fingers glossed the angry red honeycomb stressors on his jugular. His head swam with all of the delightful feelings her body easily supplied him, the hot wetness of their throbbing connection, the grip of her strong, thick thighs about his hips, Turbo could feel his angry red coding desperately swirl about all of his stressor points, as if to urgently find an exit in any way, shape and form.
"I think it's probably about time the Arcade relearned my name," Turbo's deep, shaky voice pressed into her throat, he curled a bashful smile and lulled his eyes closed in anticipation as he carefully arched his hips away and successfully slid the majority of his length out of their clenched connection, "Y'wanna do the honors?"
Just as Berri began to form the shape of his name in the back of her throat, Turbo bit his lip and carefully slid almost the entirety of himself into her with a plunge of easy power, something she easily stiffened and went rigid to. With a sharp inhale of a loud gasp and a wide, wet gape of her lips, Turbo cocked an eyebrow and eagerly watched her reaction of a hard sag back into the cushions she was being dug into. With a heavy, loud exhale of a groaning whimper, she urgently uttered his name in the form of a trailing, overwhelmed moan out to the room. Turbo eased a wide smile and could feel himself sagging deeper into her body, something that easily began to finally open up to all the unfamiliar feelings Turbo very readily supplied her.
"Babe, babe," Berri now rushed in the form of a trembling giggle, she grappled his shoulders and looked as if she wanted to cheekily resist him from continuing on with that, though her insides squirmed in rising terror as his thumbs dug into the stressors on her hips.
"I... Didn't quite catch that, once more?" Turbo whispered darkly, although the menacing look in his eye was glossed peachy and drunk with desire, his smile proved to Berri he was well on his way to rocking her whole entire world; he easily returned to his previous antics of dragging their squeezing connection to near separation, to which Berri now knew to brace for.
"Y-You're torturing me," Berri cutely moaned with the trail of a giggle as she kept her hands firmly clawed to Turbo's upper arms, as if to give him clearance up until a certain point, though she grimaced in the draw of Turbo's strong body as he easily shoved another dig into her quivering self. With a firm toss of her head back to the cushions, she sharply inhaled a gasp and easily exhaled Turbo's name in a loud gloss of groaning, dire fervor out to the ceiling, as promised.
Turbo fluttered his eyes in delirious delight as he, too, moaned a soft, deep groaning noise of chuckling, shaking happiness. His trembling arms held him up as he kept up with slow fervor, Berri's delirious eyes glossed to his in shocked disbelief, she gaped and heavily panted as Turbo firmly hovered over her in protective dominance. With sweat that now began to crown Turbo's forehead, he shook his head and gave Berri a look of sheer disbelief, as if to be entirely certain this was all a dream he had been revisiting for months now. The way her cute shoulders scrunched with tension, the gape of her wet, pink mouth, the rasp of Turbo's name that shakily fell from her rib cage in a rasp of quaking, collapsing enchantment, Turbo eased her a kind smile and was just begging to be let in a bit deeper so he could really give her a good throw around. Although still cautious and not wanting to unexpectedly hurt her, he carefully though firmly continued on until the stressors on her jugular and heart began to surge with the show of physically being driven mad; with such, she grappled Turbo's lower arms and narrowed her depleting gaze in whole desperation.
"P-Please, deeper, you're so close to it," Berri's whiny, adorable voice plead in trembling, wistful adoration, though Turbo grit his teeth and tried to press a little deeper without being too forceful.
"Y'got an itch?" Turbo shakily whispered as he hovered his wet, gaping mouth over hers. She inhaled a gasp of a quaking breath and, although Turbo caught her in a soft kiss, his gentle, rhythmic movements sagged him out of it as he cocked an eyebrow and prepared himself. With a circular, firmer dig of his thumbs into her stressors on her hips, he ushered her a shaky notion of blistered anticipation, "Y'gotta let me in, doll."
Berri shakily heaved an exhausted moan of rising nervousness, although she was well aware neither of them have dealt with this situation, whether in whole intimacy or it involving stressors, she felt a nervous urge to reserve the flood of emotions she wanted to give to him. Everything she had ever dreamed of, she now wondered just why it was here and now that stage fright plagued her. She grit her teeth and, although her thoughts began to flood her with nervous notions, she jolted in whole surprise the second her silver coding suddenly flared as Turbo pressed a firm few loving kisses right into the stressor on her heart, over her left breast. Life wildfire, the two came alive with an angry swirl of silver and red circuits and honeycombs that desperately did what they could to immediately get along, though with sharp inhales delivered from both bodies, their rosey coding immediately melted into a mess of a healthy mixture, causing every single last cold, shivering, silver worry Berri had to just be sapped by Turbo's age-old, wise, loving red fervor.
"Now we're talkin'," Turbo staggered a shaky laugh and felt the flood of everything Berri consisted of, core coding, stressors and all, every single last inch of their coding urgently began to communicate in such a way that wasn't present before, and with such notion, Turbo cocked an eyebrow and gently reeled a little, his teasing, deep voice pressed to her in a playful notion of full-on loving banter they were best at, "What did you need, again?"
"Deeper, please, deeper, my god," Berri rushed to beg, a staggering mess, her voice was now confident and clear, she narrowed her gaze and wheezed him a moaning conclusion as her legs urgently grappled about his hips, "Don't make me beg, don't make me beg."
"I kinda like it, though," Turbo staggered, he inhaled a deep breath and allowed the entirety of himself to plunge deep into her trembling body, though with said final kiss of inner stressors, both bodies locked in a writhe of sudden, electric bliss.
Berri gaped and urgently sprawled her legs a little wider as Turbo's hips sagged firmly into hers in a flush kiss of a dig, she tossed her head back and now grappled Turbo's lower arms in a squeeze of unadulterated, shocked delight. As she heavily groaned his name aloud to the room, the windows rattled with the power, Turbo fluttered his eyes closed in a washed look of unmitigated disbelief as their coding swam with the wiggle of the electrifying grip. With a firm hold and a squirm into her body, he choked a surprised scoff of a groan as pulling away from said stressor grip was a bit of a chore. Turbo felt confident of keeping up with Berri up until this point, and it was here did the give and take of their coding begin to urgently dance about each other. Not willing to share the shred of power, the give and take of dominance and submission, Turbo bashfully opened his eyes and peered up to the toss of Berri's head as he firmly dug into her, once more, the forbidden kiss of their stressors at the ultimate dead end of this mess. As sweat rolled down his temples, Turbo was floored to see all of her stressors now excitedly glow their lovely, rosey coding, and it was here did Turbo know to turn things up a notch.
Berri scoffed a hard noise of whole shock as Turbo dug his knees a bit deeper into the couch and began to pick up the pace. She grit her teeth and was now angry with all the clothing in between them, and with a trembling swipe of her strong hands, as Turbo's now quicker recoiling sagged a bit down her body, she was successful in snatching the back gape of the collar of his shirt. With a tug, she slowly dragged the fabric up and off of his body, his smiling, panting demeanor obliged in the worm of his arms and head finally out of his shirt, and with such success, Berri's sultry, raspy, womanly voice groaned Turbo's name in a roll of slow, exasperated delight as her hands firmly trailed his strong, broad bare chest. As her fingertips firmly pressed into the hefty, rosey, glowing honeycomb over his heart, Turbo choked a raspy gasp of delight as he continued to firmly dig into her body. The two squirmed in fast, firm, rhythmic delight, the couch underneath them began to quietly croak in time, and though Turbo was certain they were due to unknowingly rearranging his furniture by the end of this, he quickly began to feel depleted due to Berri's feverous coding. With the repetitive kiss of their burning, ultra sensitive, inner stressor marks, Berri inhaled a deep, readied breath and quickly sucked the dominance right out from underneath Turbo's feet.
"Turbo, I-I'm..." Berri choked in the roll of grappling Turbo's upper arms, she was successful in pushing him up to a sit and halting his movement. Turbo raised his eyebrows in delirious surprise as Berri fumbled to ease the two to the side, all while keeping their connection tight. With a firm push down into Turbo's chest as his back hit the adjacent bend and backrest of his large, lovely couch, she widely straddled Turbo's lap and hovered over his slouched though supportive body, "I'm h-hoping... You're-"
"I'm right behind you, babe," Turbo's deep voice rolled in a raspy chuckle of delirious delight as Berri firmly pushed down on his chest and steadied herself on top of him, their connection unwavering. Turbo inhaled a trembling breath and felt a jolt of shock roll through him as Berri's strong thighs lifted herself a little and finally sagged back down to his lap in a firm sit. Turbo choked a falter of words that wanted to form, though were immediately wiped out of his figure in the shock of electricity that suddenly coursed through his spine due to their inner stressor marks firmly rubbing together. In the sag, Turbo long-blinked in a further show of exasperated, depleted shock and glossed his hazy gaze up to Berri's gaping mouth that hovered over him. His strong hands firmly gripped the backs of Berri's thighs, as well as the curvy squish of her rear, he finally got the words out, however difficult it all was, "Y-You just... Do what you need, I'll handle the rest."
Although fully depleted and ready to entirely implode in on himself, Turbo still bit his lower lip, grappled her hips and urgently helped her move in the rhythmic, up and down motion she gave a very healthy supply of. His peachy eyes glossed down to their connection and watched it rapidly appear and disappear in a slick, throbbing motion of love and fervor Turbo was sure wasn't even real. He raised an eyebrow in bewildered, exhausted shock and now successfully sagged his head back to the back rest of his couch, and though his chest heaved and his raspy voice lovingly urged her soft, moaning notions of very clear, unbelievable exhaustion, his forearms and hands were strict in rigid, muscled movements of helping Berri's now vigorous bounce on Turbo's body. He lulled his eyes closed and felt himself go cross-eyed in his skull, he shook his head and eased a teasing smirk as his eyes glossed to Berri's beautiful figure, and as the loose straps of her tank top began to lazily drape down her gorgeous bare shoulders, Turbo grit his teeth and urgently began to rid Berri of clothes, as well.
Knowing nothing was underneath, Turbo swiped the shirt up her torso, grappled it and as he began to tug it up and off of her beautiful body, she raised her arms in a whole show of boasting delight. Turbo coughed a noise of unadulterated delight as her bare breasts gently bounced out of the constriction of her tank top, and as he was successful in freeing her body, arms and long blue hair of her tank, he shook his head and clumsily tossed the shirt back behind him. He grinned in further renewal of boyish desire and, as Berri continued to move, he eagerly cupped the sides of both of her breasts in his able hands and allowed himself to every single last square inch of her skin. He furrowed his eyebrows in the roll of gasping, floored delight, closed his eyes and very easily sagged his face into the squish of her beautiful breasts. Berri huffed a hard, moaning giggle and eagerly cupped the back of Turbo's head so he didn't have to strain himself, she gasped in eye-fluttering delight as she tossed her head back and relished in the feeling of Turbo's chin scruff that tickled her sensitive skin, the sudden suckle his mouth delivered onto her left nipple, she gaped and clawed the dusty grey hair on the back of Turbo's scalp. Lost in a sea of feelings, the squirm and writhe of their bodies, the urgent groaning of Turbo's lovely couch, the splay of sunlight that lit their bodies on fire, Berri firmly sagged her hands to Turbo's shoulder and shoved him back to the couch in a show of gaping urgency.
"Ohh, it's all yours, babe, just take it," Turbo's raspy, louder voice groaned up into Berri's lovely face, all splayed with her beautiful hair, she firmly cupped Turbo's jaws and whimpered him a small notion of apprehension, to which he shook his head and hovered his mouth to hers in a hot, trembling mess of whispering urgency, "It's yours, it's always been yours."
Berri huffed a trembling choke of a breath and tensed in the unleash of everything new to her, and though she felt nervousness quickly plague her in a wave of fear, it was suddenly replaced by the jarring, pleasurable roll of zippered goodness down her spinal chord. As Turbo's firm hands did everything they could to continue her movement on him, Berri held the back of his head cupped now for security, though she jolted in surprise the second Turbo's body tensed with the unleash of everything. He jolted to a firmer sit and, with said lean and grapple of Berri's hips and lower back, he gaped a cough of sudden surprise into the side of Berri's throat as the two continued to writhe in glitching, successful, merging delight. Berri urgently grappled the back of Turbo's head as the two latched on to each other, Turbo's firm hands gripped in a stronghold on the skin of her thighs, he urgently did everything he possibly could to keep their rhythmic movement up, to satiate the unload of his hot, feverous coded soul into her squirming body, he pleadingly huffed a few loud, trembling, sighing moans of urgent relief as he fluttered his eyes closed. With his rear now on the edge of the couch in a firm cradle of a sharp, upright sit they now were electrifyingly tugged up into, Turbo felt Berri's grip, on the back of his head, begin to tremble with refreshed, terrified delight as her wistful, adorable, whiny panting began to quietly express wordless glee, wordless relief they both were now due to marinate in.
Berri's dry, raspy throat ushered heavy breathing over the top of Turbo's broad, bare shoulder. She fluttered her eyes in delirious surprise as her spine tingled with the hot sensation now coursing through her. Melted deep into the heavy, hot breaths Turbo sharply huffed into the nook of her neck and the nook beneath her ear, Turbo lulled his eyes closed and firmly dragged his hands up to the middle of Berri's bare back and securely rubbed the glowing stressor between her shoulder blades. Berri winced in a coded reverberation of waves that hit her soul, dead on. She urgently shoved the side of her head into Turbo's and desperately did everything she could to catch her breath, and as her coding urgently began to rewrite itself for the new addition, she felt pure exhaustion finally begin to take the two down, once and for all. Turbo heavily and loudly panted into Berri's trembling, bare shoulder, and as the two slowed their movement once and for all, Turbo felt his strong core begin to kindly assure him that he was successful, here, and the gentle, sagging roll back into his slouched sit, into his couch, was very well deserved.
Berri shivered in a mess of new, kissed, rosey pixels that crawled their skin with celebration, and as she followed Turbo's movement and sagged her chest firmly into his, the two deflated into a heaving, panting mess of wiggly new feelings. Berri slouched her cheek and the side of her face firmly against Turbo's shoulder and upper chest as she lay entirely smushed against his body, and though Turbo had his head tilted back against the couch in entire exhaustion, his strong arms still held firm about Berri's upper and lower back, a firm cradle of love he was desperate to further prove to her that he'd never waver from. As Turbo's powerful chest quickly heaved, causing Berri to sag up and down with his heavy breathing, she fluttered her eyes open in renewed, humbled shock, the very wave of incredible, powerful, ancient coding that now so kindly cooperated with her fresh circuits, she fluttered her eyes and relished in the swathe of care and maturity she now had the pleasure of navigating, about Turbo.
Although rocked from the face of Arcade, Turbo's heavy panting was eventually crowned with a cute, gaping, little smile. With his eyes closed, he sagged in the brand new coding he was entirely unsure what to do with. Berri's fiery, excitable, brand new coding acted as if Turbo had finally installed a brand new operating system to his old, dusty figure, something that nearly fried his circuits. He finally peeled his eyes open and relished in the sound of their urgent panting, both him and Berri did everything they could to catch their breath, though it was clear by the intense glow of their stressor marks, the swirling, brand new coded love they were now excitedly and permanently saddled with, Turbo knew his work was now cut out for him. With any shred of energy he had left, he tenderly began to rub up and down Berri's bare back in a slow, soft roll of appreciation, whole, blistered surprise that this beauty was now officially all his, the two sagged deep into each other's bare skin with renewed hearts, a shivering end-all to a brand new start.
