IWIA 4

Bubbles POV:

I mulled over what Boomie had said. How we were suited for each other... How he was through being sweet and sensitive...

I got up and walked into Blossom's room.

She was just saying bye to Brick.

"Love you, too; see you tomorrow... No, I won't wear a teddy to your shop class- I don't know; do you want your classmates to see me like that?... I thought so. Bye..." Blossom hung up with a frustrated, yet content sigh.

I cleared my throat and she looked up and blushed. "Hey, Bubble-Bear. Are you feeling better?"

"I feel...Confused." I flopped down on her bed and picked at the silk.

"About what?"

"Me... Boomer... The 'us' we used to have... I don't want to go back to that, Blossom." I looked at her with pleading eyes.

"Then don't." She made it sound so simple.

"But I can keep this heartache. I want to be with him."

"Then get back together with him."

I groaned, frustrated that she wasn't seeing my dilemma. "I can't! If I do then Boomer will just go back to concealing himself from me. I want him to be happy."

"He's happy with you."

"But is he himself with me?! God, I don't even know if I was myself in that relationship."

"Bubbles, you're stressing this more than necessary. Wait a second- BC, can you get in here?"

Our emerald eyed sister poked her head in the doorway. "What?"

"Bubbles is having a crisis."

BC trudged in and plopped onto the bed, completing the trio. "Is is about Boomer? Just do both of yourselves a favor and get back together."

I frowned. "But I'm cheating Boomer out of-"

"Out of what? That bimbo Kelly what's-her-face?" BC twisted her face into the Ultimate Scowl. "You know she walked around campus bragging about how she was dating Boomer. Said he was the epitome of a stallion in bed."

"That's not true! My Boomie would never date that fake-boobed, false brunette, wanna-be slut! And he certainly would take her to bed either. He would never risk that kind of contamination!"

BC smirked at my outburst. "Butch called her out on it- said he and Boomer were at the Low Bar when she stumbled in half-drunk, hit on them and then took off with a blonde she called Boomer."

I suddenly had a deep fascination with Blossom's silk sheets.

"Bubbles, you can go out with him again..." Blossom started.

I opened my mouth to protest.

"Just change the overall feel of it. Upgrade from cutesy to something else. Be different in your approach. Flirt more, kiss in public more- show your slightly-censured passion to the world. Just feel as comfortable as ever."

I frowned, thinking about it. "I don't wanna lose the old Boomie. But I want him to be comfortable with me. I don't care if he burps a little. And even curses sometimes. I want him to be... Boomer around me. Not-"

"Not a Malibu Ken doll." Blossom and BC supplied in unison.

"I remember when we were friends... He was so cute, trying not to offend me but sometimes he'd slip up and say something rude... I miss that." I sighed longingly.

"There's no rule that says you can't be friends and lovers." Blossom pointed out.

I blinked. Friends and lovers...

"The best relationships are sometimes the ones that start with friendship." BC interjected.

Friendship was like an intimate relationship. You talk, you reveal faults, you make an effort to comfort each other... You were real with each other. I did want that. And I wanted us to be a couple again; the dates, the late night phone calls just because, anniversaries, having the exclusive right to ogle at his butt...

I really wanted to ogle at his butt and not feel like I was crossing boundaries.

"Will he go for it, though?" I voiced my greatest fear. "What if he's already regretting it, and reminding himself he can go out there and get any girl."

"He wants you." Blossom and BC stated firmly.

"Otherwise, he would have stopped taking advice from his brothers and regressed to a rutting beast by now." Blossom wrinkled her nose at BC's analogy.

"He loves you, Bubbles."

I mulled this over too. Slowly, I made my way to my room. He loves you, Bubbles...

I wanted to see him. The searing need in my heart was too great. I choked back a sob. "What do I do? Boomie..."

- Boomer POV

I had no classes today and I was basically a vegetable, lying on my bed. My big empty, lonely bed.

Brick had been by to say he had the house to himself since he and Blossom were heading to his secluded cabin to be "disconnected from the world". Yeah, code for "call us and I rip out your gut".

Butch was going with BC to her abroad competition for karate. He was going to "relieve her of tension" before and after bouts.

I was alone with my slowly deteriorating mental state. Good Boomer's voice- which I named Ken- chided me for laying my "naughty thoughts" bare.

I was close to drinking myself to oblivion.

I frowned. So what if Bubbles didn't want me? I could have any girl!

But would she like the me who's sweet and kind sometimes? Would she fawn all over me when I'm being sensitive? Would she be like my Bubbly?

I launched myself out of bed, tugging on my faded jeans. I had no qualms about nudity, but I did want to go outside to grab the mail- and the ever-vigilant cougar in the condo across the street had made it obvious she was always watching me.

Once the mail was secure, I decided drunken chicken would be my breakfast. Or, I grimaced at the time, my brunch.

Five hours, and a bottle of tequila, later I was in bed, fawning over a picture of Bubbles in her bikini. She was so hot- my wet dream, literally. Her hair was curled by the ocean into semi-ringlets, and her smile was playful.

My chest and groin tightened simultaneously. "Dammit..." I vented.

I was getting ready to chuck it when someone knocked on my window. It was Bubbles. She was floating there in my long snow coat and some heels, her face flushed.

I had the window open in seconds. "Bubbles."

She floated in. "Boomer... Can we... Talk?"

Dumbly, I nodded. Talking was good, maybe then we could get back on the track we'd left off at yesterday.

"Sure; the living room-"

"H-here's fine." She looked at everything but me. I hadn't cleaned my room in a while.

"Sorry about the-"

"Don't be; I don't expect you to be perfect, Boomer. I expect you to be." She smiled at me.

"But I want to be perfect for you; you're my perfect angel."

She pouted. "I'm not perfect. I snort sometimes when I laugh. I can never choose one dinner platter, so I end up picking off your plate. I eat ten times the amount of desserts as the average kindergartener. I-"

"But you're perfect to me. I don't care about general perfection. With you, I want it all."

"Really?" She sounded so hopeful...

"Yes, really."

"I want it all too." Bubbles bit her lower lip. "Is it too much to ask that me revise our relationship?"

I frowned. "How?"

"I want it all. I want to be your best friend-" Ouch. "And your girlfriend. I want us to be lovers and friends. Am I being too greedy?"

I gave a lopsided grin. "As long as I get the same thing thing."

She smiled brightly. "Then..."

She slowly let my jacket fall off, and I nearly swallowed my tongue. Heck I was still in danger of doing that. "Bubbles..." I groaned.

She might as well have been naked. Forget white silk and lace. She was made for black. She was wearing a sheer lace teddy with a deep blue bow seemingly holding it all together.

My whole body hardened.

"Well?" She looked so hopeful standing there in the teddy, sheer black stockings, and black heels. "Too much?"

I was floundering here. I couldn't form sentences.

When I couldn't give a coherent reply, she stared at the ground. "Sorry... It's not that good on me, huh? I'll just..." She bent to grab the discarded coat.

"No!" I tackled her, turning so she landed on me. "I will die if you cover up!"

She stared down at me. "You're just saying that..."

"Wanna bet? I'm T-minus three seconds from exploding." I pressed up so she could feel it. She eyes widened and she gasped.

"F-for me?"

I grinned. "You said you want it all." I fingered the bow. "Then again, maybe this is too much."

"Oh,"

"Yep. It's too much... fabric. Not enough skin. Let me help with that." I undid the bow and she squeaked when it all slithered down. "Better..." I groaned. "Much better..."

And the I proceeded to show her how much better.

-Bubbles POV

I glared at Boomer from the couch. "I hate you."

He just leered at me, eyes dark with desire.

"Stop it. I hate you."

"C'mon just because you can't walk..."

I also had to be shuttled to couch in Boomer's T-shirt because he ripped my teddy. "Don't talk to me. I hate you." I repeated.

He chuckled, sauntering over with two cups of coffee. "You said you wanted it all."

"I didn't mean you could turn my legs into jelly!" I threw a pillow in his general direction. It missed.

"But I was making up for lost time..."

"You kept me pinned to the bed for twenty-two hours."

"I let you sleep."

And then woke me up with naughty, hit kisses trailing down my tired body...

I glared at him. "I hate you."

He knelt and pressed a kiss to my temple. "Next time, we'll go slow."

"No, I don't wanna."

He grinned. "Too bad. I want every piece of you I can get."

I softened my resolve. "I did like it..."

He buried his face in the crook of my neck. "And I'll make sure not to turn your legs to jelly next time."

"Yay."

"How do you feel about chocolate sauce." He waggled his eyebrows. "On your-"

"Boomie!"

I loved this guy. And he loved me. Somehow, I knew we were safe together. If he could just get over his fetish with food and sex...

-End-

AK: I thank you all for the wait. I'm so happy you guys like this story and I'm a little sad to see it end. But I'll have more. R&R.