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A/N: Written for Femmslash day (July 19) and because I have wanted to write these two together for some time. Enjoy
Blossom Utonium never expected it. She expected it from Buttercup but never herself. At five years old, she always pictured herself in the future as infatuated with boys. But while Bubbles and Buttercup laughed with the boys surrounding them, Blossom was forcing smiles, bored on the inside. No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get the hang of their smell, their physique. Everything about dating boys felt strange and mundane to her.
And yet, all she had to do was be in Miss Bellum's presence, and like all the other guys she would melt. At night she played the woman's silky voice over and over in her head. She imagined her saying, "Good job, Blossom," and a variety of praises.
It sounded like she looked up to Miss Bellum. Blossom planned to someday be a successful woman in politics, and she wanted curly hair and a well endowed chest. But though she should stop there, her hero worship went further. She wanted to snuggle into Miss Bellum's bosom and feel the woman's long fingers run through Blossom's straight tresses. She wanted to move whatever was blocking the woman's face at the moment and kiss her lips.
"Hey, Blossom. Want to go out?" A boy asked and she accepted that rather than her thoughts about Miss. Bellum.