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*WARNING*
The majority of this chapter contains sexual themes and nudity, though the ending IS important.
*Chapter 209*
With the familiar, gentle stirs of warmth against her skin, Berri furrowed her eyebrows amidst her conscious coming back to her body. In sleepy, groggy curiosity, her eyes just barely peeled open amidst the sunny glow about her. Concealed by thin curtains, Sugar Rush's morning sunshine so desperately did what it could to peer down into Turbo's lovely bedroom. With the whir of a nearby ground fan that caused the curtains to just barely flutter, Berri allowed her other senses to come to grip with reality. She lulled her eyes closed and forced attention to her sense of smell and touch, and in the thick, slow draw of an inhale through her nose, she quickly assessed the fact that her nose was buried into the top of Turbo's charcoal grey hair, the alluring scent of his conditioner from his shower the night prior. In the feel of Turbo's much more awake demeanor, the more intelligent, thoughtful grapples of his palms that lovingly slid up Berri's bare side, Berri sagged in now full realization that it was morning. Her skin began to prickle with awakened goosebumps the second Turbo's still sleepy demeanor hovered over her a little, a snug cuddle of a cocoon, the firm and loving trail of kisses he began to map across her collar and up the side of her throat.
"Babe," Berri's voice just barely croaked, she eased a small giggle and could feel the weight of Turbo's body so desperately want to potentially climb on top of her and commandeer his own version of a proper morning wake up, she was thrilled he only snug his upper body nearly on top of hers. She catered to him in the form of intertwined, bare legs, their warm skin stirred underneath his heavy, billowy blankets of heavenly goodness. Turbo grumbled a small noise of sleepy inquiry and finally eased his hot breath and innocent kisses to just underneath her ear. Berri eased a shy, tired giggle, tossed her arm up above her head in still exhausted defeat and kept her eyes closed in the act of potentially wanting to keep snoozing, "What time is it..."
"Nine," Turbo mumbled cutely in her ear, though he wrinkled his nose in cheeky, boyish cuteness and nibbled on her earlobe; this got a sharp, croaky giggle out of Berri's figure, as well as a soft flag of her hand in the scrunch of her shoulder. Turbo grunted a small laugh and still hovered, he backed away a little so they could hold gazes, his peachy, sleepy gaze so sweetly peered down into her glossed, squinted eyes. He inhaled a deep breath and began to kindly tidy the bangs on Berri's forehead, he pressed on through the exhale of a hot sigh that coat Berri's face, "We gotta stick to our schedule."
"Does it really have to be on the MINUTE?" Berri wondered in groggy warmth, her attentive eyes peered up to Turbo in soft delight, and although she was playfully arguing Turbo's notions, here, she still stared up at him like there was absolutely no where else she'd rather be.
"That was our deal," Turbo mumbled, his peachy eyes lovingly scanned her face in sweetness as he hovered a few inches over her, their tone was ladened in soft whispers, easiness of the morning that was untouchable, unfathomable amount of softness that could be comparable to Sugar Rush's sweetest cotton candy cloud, "Swap twice a day... Nine in the morning, nine at night, for the next two weeks. I'm not saying this to weigh it all in my favor, here, but... I'm starting to feel the difference."
"Me too," Berri eased in gentle defeat, she lulled her eyes closed and allowed Turbo's gentle hands to so lovingly continue to tuck her hair behind her ear in slow procession, an aimless tidy that was simply to repeat a loving motion, they caught eyes in sleepy delight as the little flecks in Berri's eyes began to just barely show through in peachy goodness amidst Turbo's dim bedroom, "What should we focus on this time, then? Anything particular pop up for you, in our coding?"
"Not really this time," Turbo stated in curious searching, his peachy eyes scanned Berri's face as if to really contemplate it all. He fell silent for a few moments, and in said silence, Berri allowed him room to properly think whilst her hand reached up to lovingly comb through his messy, dark grey bed head. Turbo inhaled a deep breath, his powerful bare chest expanded amidst it, causing him to press a bit harder into Berri's bare upper body, "Though, I'm wondering if maybe nothing really comes to mind, that we should work on, if we should just... Not worry about it. I don't think every single swap, for these next two weeks, should be about 'work', you know?"
"I agree," Berri warmly mumbled as she lulled her eyes closed, though she continued to slowly comb through Turbo's soft, shorter hair on the top of his head.
"I don't think every swap should have a chore attached to it," Turbo whispered, he leaned down and placed a warm kiss to Berri's cheek, just under her eye, "We should just have fun with it, and nothing else. We're already two minutes behind schedule, your highness."
"Turbo," Berri huffed a small chuckle as she shook her head, amidst her still closed eyes, though she jolted in surprise the second Turbo warmly raveled his strong arms about Berri's little body, a cocoon of strength and security he so easily offered, though in said snuggly, firm hug, Berri groaned in cute annoyance as Turbo began to roll onto his back, thus bringing Berri on top of him. Although not resisting, Berri was thrilled he kept his strong arms tight about her upper body. As Turbo grunted to sit up a bit, so his upper back was planted against his strong headboard, he eased a grateful, loving smile up into Berri's eyes as she finally straddled his lap, sat back and began to firmly rub her eyes in continued sleepiness, "I think we shouldn't've picked nine and nine. Why not twelve and twelve."
"C'mon, we gotta wake up, anyways," Turbo eased sweetly, he eyed Berri's beautiful bare body in full gratitude as he held his strong hands to the small, cute dip of her narrow waist line. He cocked an eyebrow and although still glossed in sleepiness, he gently adjusted his hips, underneath her, and physically insinuated that he was patiently awaiting her go ahead, "Why don't we start this swap out with communicating the things we're good at, instead of the typical things we think our coding needs help on?"
"That sounds like a good idea," Berri agreed in warmth, she heaved a hot sigh through her nose and finally removed her fists from her eyes. She allowed her hands to plop to Turbo's broad chest and center; Turbo's searching, peachy eyes gently caught with the wiggle of her bare body, the drape of her incredibly gorgeous, wavy blue hair that messily splayed on the skin of her breasts. Although peaking through the curtain of her hair, it lightly concealed her, a sight that Turbo took in like a dry sponge thrown into the middle of a blue ocean. His hands slowly and seductively rubbed up and down Berri's sides, warmly and secretly cued with their lovely, rose gold coding, an exterior swap that allowed their conversing to heighten with a whole entire swathe of love they promised each other they'd drown in. Berri inhaled a shaky breath and rubbed Turbo's chest with her hands, the core code marks, on his jugular, heart and hips began to faintly glow as Berri pressed on, "You're really good at showing love and emotion. I remember a time, not that long ago, where you were really reserved about it."
"I owe that to you," Turbo assured sleepily, he nodded as they hooked eyes in warm gratitude, "It doesn't help that you're beautiful. It's kind of hard to keep it all concealed being around someone so stunning."
Berri softened to a look of washed, thankful humility. She peaked a cute smile through her sleepy face and looked down to Turbo's chest in sheepish, blushing encouragement, she eagerly marinated in Turbo's touch, the overflow of his love, the tenderness in every single little action and word that poured from his misunderstood soul; it was moments like these did Berri understand that she had made the smartest move of her life, to merge her whole being with Turbo's. She rubbed the skin on Turbo's thick clavicles, he inhaled a deep breath and bobbed her a small nod as he patiently pressed on.
"You're really good at seeing someone through hard times," Turbo stated confidently, he was grateful to connect eyes with Berri, once more, "You pulled me through a lot, and having your coding, now, it's really interesting to feel how intense that desire, of yours, is. I'm grateful for your persistence."
"We wouldn't be here if it weren't for it," Berri chimed with a small giggle, "From both of us."
"Kiss me," Turbo chirped in a whisper, he narrowed his eyes and gave Berri a cute, knowing little smirk of sleepy delight, to which she happily obliged to.
Through a closed-mouth little smile, Berri leaned forward and happily caught Turbo in a firm press of a kiss, a few pushes of loving smooches the two adhered to in sync. Turbo hummed a noise of delightful relief as his strong, masculine hands cupped Berri's upper back, an encouraging notion to prove to her that he wanted her to spill her whole soul and self all over him, any time of the day, no matter what. Her gorgeous blue hair draped down Turbo's strong, sculpted chest, a mess of bed head that tickled his grey skin, the two melted into a stir of a bit more passion, the tilt of their heads that cued innocent smooches into deeper tugs of sleepy, gaping kisses. Berri easily allowed her hands to slide up Turbo's strong upper arms and to his jaws, the feel of his live-wired hands that soaked all up and down her sides, to the faintly glowing stressors on her hip bones, Turbo bent his knees a little, causing the tops of his thighs to nestle into the back and underside of Berri's rear, further situating her a bit tighter into his lap. Through the drape of lovely, warm bedding that they half sat underneath, the promise of the loving union of their coding, once more, the now heightened stir of preparing to start this day out just right, the two were quietly jarred out of their passionate writhing due to the sound of a soft, rhythmic vibrating on Turbo's night stand.
"I swear on my whole life my phone is on that 'do not disturb' mode," Turbo muttered through a soft bout of quiet panting as their kiss broke, Berri huffed a teasingly annoyed sigh on Turbo's wet lips as they hovered in frozen contemplation. Turbo's needy hands gripped Berri's waist a little tighter as his phone continued to angrily vibrate, insinuating a phone call. He rushed to continue on, hoping to catch Berri in another kiss, "I'm sure it's fine..."
"If it's on that mode, how is someone able to call you?" Berri wondered quietly, she eased a cute giggle on Turbo's mouth as he was successful in catching her in another passionate kiss.
"Only a select few people can bypass it," Turbo whispered, he continued to easily catch Berri in cute, long smooches between their messy conversing. The wide straddle of Berri's legs on Turbo's lap had him itching to get this event started, he patiently carried on, however, knowing that if he didn't just give Berri all the details, up front, she'd keep inquiring anyways, "Only the obvious people, which includes you, Tessa, Zed, Rancis, Wren, Theo and my brothers."
"Just in case of emergencies?" Berri wondered as she furrowed her eyebrows, somehow the urge to inquire about just who was calling hung on her mind, though her coding jolted around in sexual delight as Turbo pulled Berri a little harder into his lap, a show of cute, intimate neediness.
"If it's an emergency, they'll leave a voicemail," Turbo rushed in a whisper on her lips as he sat up a little harder, and with such, he successfully caught Berri in another kiss.
Berri hummed a long, sighing noise of acknowledged defeat as she messily draped her arms about Turbo's thick neck, the warm ease of smiles they sagged into each other's, and as Turbo raised his eyebrows in swimming delight as his firm hands traversed Berri's sides and whole back, the room was silent, once more. The only feathery noises that filled the air was the calm hum of the ground fan, across the way, the gentle inhales and gasps of delight that filtered from Turbo's messy bed. Just as Berri was due to saddling herself onto Turbo's lap a little bit harder, and fit to ease Turbo to proper correction amidst the beginning of their lovemaking, Turbo's phone suddenly blipped a cute little noise, insinuating that he had a brand new voicemail. Both Berri and Turbo now froze, they broke their passionate kiss and held eyes in a hover of drooped concern, and as they held contemplative eye contact for a few moments of dreaded silence, Turbo inhaled a deep, readied breath and leaned over to his nightstand as easily as he could with Berri still straddled his lap. She followed his easy lean, and as he came back to his sitting position, the two eased back a little as Turbo cued his phone and assessed just who was trying to get ahold of him. He sharply furrowed his brow in whole confusion and wrinkled his nose in further concern.
"It's Theo," Turbo's voice lilted, he stabbed his concerned now golden eyes tight to Berri's, in hot inquiry, to which she also grimaced in equal confusion.
"Theo," Berri repeated, as if she curiously heard wrong, though as Turbo unlocked his phone and tabbed to the brand new voicemail Theo had immediately left, he shot Berri a concerned look of further dread and allowed said voicemail to softly play out to the room for him and Berri to hear.
"Hey, man, I'm just... Really in a weird predicament right now and I need your help," Theo's voice pressed, both Turbo and Berri caught gazes a bit harder as they recognized Theo's voice and tone sounded almost irritated, flustered, entirely unlike himself. A dark shroud of exhaustion was apparent, he hurried to carry on, as if he was having a hard time finding his footing in whatever he was dealing with, "I-I would go to, like... My aunt Tessa or uncle Zed about this, or even my dad, but it's just too awkward and I know you won't judge me."
Turbo's eyes aimlessly peered about the bedding that draped his and Berri's bare bodies. Although the two were still sat in a very apparent position of lovemaking, they remained frozen with different intent in their skin, Turbo's gentle free hand was cupped about Berri's upper back to now lovingly support her in her gentle sitting position. Berri frowned in curious dread as Turbo's golden eyes so tenderly eased into a gradient of minty anxiousness, and with such, his pupils began to dilate as Theo's pressing, nervous tone carried on.
"Look, I'm not sure how I was able to accomplish it, but I think... I think I code blocked," Theo's voice trembled in dread and exhaustion, he sharply sighed and sounded as if he was rubbing his face in pure, fidgeting agitation, "Tatum and I had sex last night, she... She wanted me to code swap with her at the last second but I chickened out cause that's just... Wow, it's just all so great but it's way too soon."
"What?" Berri hissed in hot, shocked disbelief as her's and Turbo's eyes bugged with said raw information.
"She... She was totally cool with it, but man, I... I'm unwell. I haven't slept. I feel... Angry, I feel like I could just... Wreck things, like I want to hurt people," Theo's voice trembled in fear, to which Berri covered her mouth in now prickled dread, "I-I won't, I mean I'm not going to act on any of this, but I-it really got me thinking about her's and Gunner's relationship. They both still have their original coding, but he certainly has done a fair share of code blocking, and dude, I don't know if you've ever done it before, or not, but I'd rather be dead. It was all fine until an hour had passed and... My coding isn't doing my mind any favors, here, I really need your help, I have NO clue what to do."
Turbo's minty eyes urgently scanned his bedroom, and although he knew he had to immediately jump up and help Theo through this mess, he remained frozen with Berri, so to further digest the rest of Theo's voicemail.
"I-I've only had one day of this bullshit, sans code room... I-I don't know man, I just really need your help, I need a code reset, or something stronger, I'd hate to bring Ace or Libby into this cause I'm just... Not ready to tell people that Tatum and I are having sex and are involved," Theo rushed, he began to sound angry, "And, for fucks sake, she just wants to keep DOING this? Like... I can't fucking do that! She code blocked too, it can't be just terrible for women, like, how did Gunner SURVIVE?"
Berri sharply peered to Turbo's phone and felt her heart sink, the raw fact that such a patient, tender loving individual was getting so extremely angry and worked up, and so quickly, and the now blatant, valid points he was making, had Berri assured that this was not something to let blow over. Theo's voice began to tremble, it was clear, now, that he had begun to cry due to the nasally tone his crackling, deep voice delivered.
"Just... Please call me back, or teleport me to your code room, or do whatever, I don't care what has to be done, I just really... I need a big brother, here," Theo stammered in wary desperation, and as Theo hung up and the voicemail ended, both Turbo and Berri very nervously stabbed their eyes tight to each other's in a show of hot, unadulterated dread.
