Another Quick drabble/ short story based off the same set of Tumblr prompts- thrown together in a few days just to keep the muse from going on strike during ATGB and "Caged" ( yes this is indeed still being worked on XD)
Prompt: "And then there was tongue"
Setting: Post Canon
"Apple of my Eye"
-o-o-o-
Blossom Utonium had found herself sitting in a car that smelled of cheap cologne (he would have been better off just foregoing it really) and… cheese. The boy had an addiction to well...cheesy foods and just. Err-Was this how… dates usually ended…? Sitting in a cheesy smelling car front seat, skin crawling and so because...this was proving to be… not very enjoyable.
He leaned forward and she leaned back. Politely but… no. No thank you. Her...date Dexter McPhearson frowned.
"C'mon Blossom you had a good time right? I just wanna kiss you."
"...Um."
Dexter was… well… yes they were both academically brilliant, top of their class and well…they were friends (?) - And he'd been asking for this date… for… Days...weeks… months… years and she'd run out of excuses- err… had finally had a free moment in her schedule and it was only polite! Yes… polite.
She gulped. Her skirt… felt way too short. And he had already gotten… overly familiar with it's length once or twice this evening before she'd gently but firmly batted him away. he was academically brilliant- sure to do wonderfully amazing things and she was… just as talented of course so…
She gulped again. He took it as nervousness and patted her knee- again too close to the edge of her skirt for her own liking – "Blossom trust me it's not that bad. You're just a little shy- I get that- but it's fun I promise." She grimaced and unbuckled her seat belt-.
"I… I don't know Dexter I don't really think- mmph!?"
Oh god it was revolting- and slimy and his breath tasted like guacamole and cheese and just- EW! What was that wet thing- was that his tongue! How revolting! No! No she was not about to let that- slimy… icky thing in her mouth thank you!- that was-! Oh God he crammed it in her mouth and down her throat and-oh God… gross. … Grossss! Why was he trying to eat her lips!? EW! Now he was rubbing his tongue all over her face and ewww that was drool! Gross! Revolting! GROSSSSSSSSS!
She put her fists up and was about ready to pummel him Puff style when he finally pulled away and fiddled with his glasses with a smug smile. "See- not so bad was it?"
That was disgusting.
She gave him a weak smile. "Um...sure? -T-Thank you Dexter I'll um… see you in class Father wants me in by nine and it's eight fifty- six so… um… bye!" She practically flew out of the car.
"Ah- of course no worries Blossom -so as for our next outing how's about a movie next Frid-."
Slam.
Oh...God that was horrendous- disgusting- revolting- she didn't see the appeal of it and like hell was she ever doing...that again!
Now she just had to find some mouthwash and oh God gross. Gross. Grosssssss!
Never. Again.
-o-
These last few days had been hell. Pure hell. He followed her like a lost puppy- and continued to try to… get another one of those… slimy kisses in dark corners and ugh! Just… Just- no. No. No.
No.
Well it was after school and by now he'd be long gone as he knew she had tutoring this afternoon and just- she shuddered. No. Nope. Uh uh. Would not be happening ever again. Buttercup had been kind enough as to offer her services in ridding her of Dexter and oh if it weren't for the fact she was a Powerpuff Girl oh would Blossom be taking her dear little sister's very generous offer.
But no-no. Must be polite and poised and… oh it had been so slimy.
Blossom hated slimy things. She dealt with them enough whenever she ended up fighting behemoths and being covered inevitably in their… insides. Just… she shuddered. Best not think of it.
No Blossom had to brace herself for the newest…"challenge" of the day. She climbed the stairs until she reached the school roof- because "secrecy" was obviously a must here. Oh yes- God Forbid anyone find out he actually cared about his education.
The "he" in question was another red head- leaning casually against a wall- reading a book- what a scandal judging from his "bad boy" appearance- what with his torn jeans, oversized hoodie, the chain hanging from his pocket and the ever there ratted red baseball cap turned backwards over his messy unkempt hair - Blossom cleared her throat.
"Good afternoon Brick."
The boy looked up from his contraband novel and for a moment he seemed to have a small smile on his face but it quickly melded into that arrogant smirk. Blossom sighed.
Here we go.
"Oh look who it is- Townsville's favorite little Goody two shoes" Brick Jojo smirked and folded his arms. Ugh…wretched. Blossom squeezed her eyes shut- and counted slowly. One. Two.
He circled her like some kind of idiotic vulture. Ugh… men.
She grit her teeth. "May I help you- Preferably into the nearest jail cell or at least a set of handcuffs." She mumbled. His grin only grew more.
"Ooh- kin-kay- you wanna put me in cuffs Puff? Well then who am I say no to a hot babe like you?" He put his hands up. "Be gentle with me though- I'm fragile." A snicker. She scowled.
She rolled her eyes, "Be serious you Neanderthal." She folded her arms more. "And quit it with the "wannabe Casanova" act- it's fooling no one here." She rolled her eyes more and he narrowed his own but nonetheless plopped on the ground next to her.
"Sorry Babe gotta keep my rep." He shrugged.
"You mean continue on with this idiotic "playing dumb" charade you persist in doing." She buzzed her lips. "You're much smarter than this Brick- honestly."
The fool only shrugged again, "School's lame."
"But these grades are deplorable!" She held up the offensive pieces of paper with disgust.
"So's this entire joint- your point?" He shrugged it off. Again. Ugh.
She buzzed her lips, "I don't understand why if you're going to persist in getting these kind of grades- due to your own laziness." She held the papers up again with disgust. "Why you insist upon me tutoring you- it's clearly not doing anything of any merit and-." She narrowed her eyes- and then her hand shot out- grabbed his nose and yanked his head back up. "Eyes up here Mr. Jojo- not down there!" Ugh- even in a blazer and jeans! She hadn't worn a skirt since… last Saturday evening and she wasn't planning on doing so again for a very long time thank you.
Ugh sometimes she felt like she could still feel that… that slimy thing all over her and invading her mouth! Ugh- and Dexter was still persistent in asking for another date- he simply wouldn't take no for an answer- the two "smartest" kids in school- it just fit- it was expected of them even just... just… ugggh.
He snickered, "You're hot Puff- deal with the consequences."
I would rather eat cat litter… it probably tastes better.
She glowered, "Oh...Oh shut up." She muttered. Oh god… so slimy- so gross- she'd never realized how slimy the human tongue was until having had it shoved down her throat and slobbered all over her face like some kind of-… BLECH!
She had found herself looking at them all now- every time someone spoke her eyes had been fixed on those grotesque slimy things flapping- what… what was the appeal of it? This… French kissing… this… tonguing.
She found it most… unappealing.
Snap. Snap.
She blinked. He raised an eyebrow.
"Yo Teach- you gonna tutor me or what or heh… you know we could play another kind of student and teacher game." he wiggled an eyebrow and curled his tongue with that little silver stud glinting and - what on- where had that come from!? Since when did he-!?
….Wouldn't it rust in there?
Wait… rust… spit...slime- ewwwww!
She wrinkled her nose and averted her gaze from the offensive silver ball that now made rested within his tongue - again gross!
"No thank you. I haven't had one student fail with my tutoring and I'm not going to let you and your lazy behind be my first and so first order of business will be assessing this-."
"Aw babe you mean I'd be your first? So you and Four-Eyes didn't get it on in his mommy's station wagon after all?" She sputtered- choked. Oh…Oh GOD! No! No… just…NO!
Tongue was bad enough- she didn't even want to imagine… that.
Slimy. So…slimy.
She opened the book then and slammed it between them. He jumped somewhat.
"This test." She finished through gritted teeth and burning cheeks. He blinked but flinched back when her finger was in his face. "You're more than capable in mathematics when you actually try- you're getting a perfect score on this retake and I won't hear of it otherwise- now get to work." She hissed.
He scowled but nonetheless grabbed the book. Like clockwork it became apparent he was just being ludicrously lazy – nonchalantly answering her questions with an eye roll and a devil may care attitude that drove Blossom mad.
He was brilliant. Didn't he understand that? Ugh there was nothing that irritated Blossom more than seeing someone wasting their potential and this one here was the king of it!
"So- how was the Nerd date?"
She stiffened.
"None of your business. What does X equal in question 17?"
He smirked and rested his head in his hand and gave her a conniving smirk, "Thirteen obviously- and don't avoid the question babe- it's just a way to pass the time with something more interesting than elementary math." He shrugged. Like him having solved an entire equation in his head with just a spare glance at the book was just so blasé.
Elementary Math. Calculus was elementary. Well then- now Blossom had heard everything." Correct." She continued to look at the book. "Now to further solve the equation-."
"Still avoiding the question I see." He polished an apple on his shirt and then tossed it to her. She frowned. "Oh come off it- it's not like it's poisoned." He rolled his eyes. "Scuse' me for trying to be a good student for my favorite teacher." He wiggled an eyebrow. Her cheeks flushed somewhat.
"It's hardly a matter of avoidance- you see unlike you I don't avoid the unpleasant I just simply know there are some… unpleasant inevitabilities that nonetheless must be endured. Now onto question 18-."
"Unpleasant you say?" he sat up straighter, "Aw babe did you not have a good time with Dorkster?" He clicked his….tongue and that mysterious silver ball that had not been there last week clinked. "Tsk. Tsk. How tragic."
…He really needed to put that away. And the distinct clink from that stud within just… ugh the slime. The grossness. Wait… with it being so disgusting and so…wet in there. How did that…thing not rust or something? She cocked her head.
"….Can I help you?" He raised an eyebrow. She blinked. Oh-! Oh had she been staring- oh dear. She cleared her throat.
"Um…. No. I mean- yes you can answer the question and be-" She gasped slightly- o-oh dear! Too close! Far too close! Boundaries- b-boundaries.
"Listen babe- if you're not going to have it can I have the apple back- I'm kinda hungry."
She blinked. O-Oh. Right. Um.
She tossed it back. "S-Sure. Now really these distractions must-."
Crunch.
Clink.
Crunch
Clink. Clink.
…. Oh God. How was that thing still in!?
"So Dorkster took you on a lame ass date and that's why you're avoiding him?" Crunch. Clink. Crunch. Crunch.
She squeezed her hands together. "It… went fine." She said slowly. "Perfectly acceptable-."
He snorted and shook his head, "Acceptable? Really- that's it?"
Her cheeks flushed again. "… It…it was fine."
"Fine?" Crunch. "Mm sounds romantic."
She frowned now. Clink. Crunch. Clink.
She was squeezing her fists tighter.
"See- I dunno bout you Puff."
Crunch.
Squeeze.
"But I've never described a date as acceptable."
Clink.
Squeeeeeze.
"And agreed to a second one-."
Crunch. Clink.
"But that's just me."
Clink. Clink.
Squeeze. Squeeze.
"So anyway- the answer you're looking for-." Clink.
...Oh this was intolerable! She scowled.
"How the fuck does that thing stay in!?"
Silence.
He blinked. Then blinked again.
"Did… Did you just cuss!?" He sputtered.
" I mean really- with the amount of saliva in the human mouth that thing should either- rust and cause some kind of infection-!"
"You just fucking cussed!" He continued with the sputtering.
"Or- Or that thing… should be too loose to stay in and you'd end up choking on it! Or it'll get stuck on food and then what happens- slobber everywhere like some kind of-!" She shuddered. "Slimy… worm sticking into someone's mouth like….-."
He blinked and then that eyebrow just rose on even higher. "… A slimy… worm?" He said slowly. She recoiled.
"Yes. Now for goodness sakes you really ought to remove that Brick before you hurt yourself with it!"
Now he was looking at her…oddly. "You… want me to take my tongue stud out?"
She grimaced. "Not… in front of me but it's likely going to cause an issue or something isn't it- is it really worth being "attractive" for a short period of time versus a lifetime of an infected mouth-!"
His eyebrow rose once more. "Attractive huh?"
She blinked and then- oh darn it! "To… some women I'd imagine it's attractive again I don't really see the appeal of some... slimy worm with a piece of fancy jewelry slobbering all over you but some women probably find that…. acceptable I suppose."
He snorted. "The word you're looking for Babe is sexy- Tongue studs to some young ladies are sexy therefore why wouldn't I have done it?"
She bristled and leaned back- he was far too close with that clinking nightmare fuel. Ugh- at least his breath was somewhat tolerable-likely peppermint. No cheap overwhelmingly musky cologne either- no instead she smelled evergreen. Natural but pleasant.
… Clink. Clink.
Ugh! Vile! She scrunched her nose and avoided looking at the loathsome thing. He snickered and his head cocked to the side almost like an inquisitive puppy. "What's the matter Puff- my big bad tongue piercing upsetting you- daww- want a kiss to make it all bwetter?"
Her eyes widened and she shook her head quickly. "No! Keep that… that slimy thing with it's unnecessary probably unhealthy bling away from me!" She batted him away. He blinked, cocked his head head more- eyebrows furrowed in deep thought it seemed like before clearly some kind of lightbulb finally went off in that wasted brain of his because suddenly he snapped his fingers- as if having an "Eureka!" -moment.
"Ahhhh." He nodded sagely. " I get it." Brick then snickered. "Yeesh- I knew the guy was a lame ass on a good day but fuck man guess he's worse than even I thought- so what he stuck his tongue down your throat in the middle of your chaste little virginal goodnight smooch?" His mouth seemed to twitch for a moment and so did his eyebrow. Odd. "Don't worry Babe- it's inevitable that most guys aren't going to be a natural master at the art like yours truly here." Ugh. She rolled her eyes at his foolish arrogance. "I'm sure with…" He trailed and again… that eyebrow seemed to twitch. "Practice." And grit teeth. "It'll be much better."
"...I doubt that." She muttered. "And I truly hope there is no next time."
He blinked like a simpleton. "What?"
"I don't see the appeal of it." Blossom mumbled. "It's gross and slimy and… unpleasant."
Again he was looking at her oddly. "Because… he obviously sucks at it and it takes practice- what happ-?"
She folded her arms. "One minute I'm trying to get out of his car and the next I've got that… thing down my throat and he's slobbering all over me like some kind of foolish dog.' She shuddered. So…slimy.
He tensed. His eyes narrowed then. Strange he looked...slightly put out. "You didn't want him to-?" He said slowly. "So why did you-?"
"Well…he kept insisting." Twitch. "And… I mean he was… okay company I guess…" More twitching. "And… well he asked… but I took too long to answer so-." Now that twitching was rivaling his brother's slight problem with it… she frowned. "…Brick are you alright?" The twitching abruptly ceased and scowling he leaned against the wall.
"Peachy. So after he stuck his nasty ass tongue down your throat without your permission he expects a second date." He cracked his knuckles somewhat. She frowned.
"In his mind yes that apparently constitutes one- but I would very much prefer not to." Blossom sighed, and Brick again seemed rather put out. "Just like I'd prefer never to endure something like that again- now really Brick we need to return to-."
"It's really not that bad." He said quickly. She blinked. Was...he defending Dexter? "I mean some people are just naturally shitty at it and there's no helping them-and he's a douchebag anyway so you're better off but…" He trailed and then steepled his fingers. "You shouldn't give up on it just because some hack was your unfortunate first." He smirked.
"Thanks for the tip." She said dryly. "But as I said I've had enough… tongue for the rest of my-."
"Nah… you just need to find someone who knows what they're doing." His smirk seemed to increase. She frowned.
"Oh…like who?" She snorted.
He leaned back, "Dunno." He shrugged again.
Blossom folded her arms, "I doubt it highly- it was slimy and disgusting and he got drool on my favorite blouse- now answer my question-."
He rolled his eyes, and clicked his tongue. Clink. "This is stupid-." Clink. Clink.
That's it!
"How does that thing not rust up and infect your mouth or you don't end up swallowing it! Isn't that dangerous… didn't it hurt!?" She demanded and grabbed his shoulders and gave them a hearty shake.
"W-W-W-Well y-e-eeea-h-h." He said shakily before he grabbed her own shoulders and stilled her… arguable assault but really it was justified! "But it looks sexy and I like it so what's the problem?" He gave her an odd look. "And why the interest…?"
She blinked. "It's not an interest it's a scientific inquiry- clearly you don't know the answer so never mind- okay back to-."
"Final answer's forty-two. There happy- now answer my question." She bristled.
"I'm a naturally curious person. It's my nature. And see- you don't need my aid you're just lazy! So I think we're done for tod-."
Oh. That's a wall. And Brick was very tall.. Ah. So really another question what was the appeal then- bad boy with… unhealthy piercings - Blossom personally didn't see it. Those eyes were not nearly as err piercing (heh...p-pun?) as so many girls sighed over and… um… that hair… it… really wasn't he a bit old for the… ever...there hat...h-heh? .
"Answer. My. Question." She sucked in a quick breath.
"I did-." He was… very close. And breathing somewhat strangely.
"Bull. Shit." And his voice… seemed deeper than usual?
"I-." What...what had gotten into-?
Ring. Ring. Ring.
They both stiffened and she groaned. Stupid. Hotline!
The text alert was even more ominous- A class three which meant… ugggh she liked this shirt!
"Duty calls Brick." She shoved the book back in his hands. "I..I mean it. Perfect score." She wagged a finger. "You're too smart to fail out because of laziness."
He snorted, "Yeah- Yeah okay Puff go off and-." He paused and then… Blossom didn't like that look. It was too… conniving. "Soooo… what if… I did ace this retake… wasted my time actually trying and shit... ?"
She bristled. "It's hardly a waste of time." She put her hands on her hips. "It's your education and your future and-!"
"... but that's boring-." And he was suddenly in her face again in the air- nose to nose even! "So… give me a real reason to actually try. You know a reward." His smirk was growing. She glowered.
"Are you kidding me- you want a reward for actually doing your school work like a good little boy? A treat perhaps?" She rolled her eyes skyward. "Alright fine Brick- what do you want? A free pass for a robbery, a ten minute head start for your next getaway vehicle- a-?" A finger was pressed on her mouth silencing her and how dare-!
"I'll think about it Babe- you better go off now- attack that nasty slimy monster you know." She shuddered.
"Oh… shut up! Cretin." She muttered the last part and he only seemed to laugh harder. Ugh.
Reward- a reward? What was this grade school?!
What sort of possible reward could that idiot want?!
-o-
Friday had come far too quickly for Blossom's liking.
Buttercup was at soccer practice- Bubbles at the art society meeting- and most of her other friends were at their own extra currciculars or part time jobs- ugh even Brick's foolish brothers had gone lumbering off somewhere- not that she would have "hung out" with them or anything but they were familiar faces in what was now an otherwise deserted courtyard.
God… damn it.
Her teacher had just had to keep her that extra fifteen minutes- yes- yes she would think about AP classes for next year of course and the applications for that SAT prep course were due relatively soon- no she wasn't attending the Young Scientist Symposium this year… because reasons.
Of course she was alright Mr. DaFoe- why wouldn't she-?
"Blossom!"
...Oh no. Oh God- run. Run!
"Ah good I didn't miss you- when I saw Mr. DaFoe call you in his room I decided to wait for you. So…?"
She clutched her bag tighter as she walked "He was simply inquiring as to my studies and my decision regarding the Symposium this year-."
He grinned. "Ah yes, it should be a good one this year and you know…the faculty get pretty lax with chaperonage there."
She continued walking. She wasn't even… going to acknowledge that with a response. He thankfully seemed to get the message.
"So what movie did you want to see tonight?"
"I'm busy tonight." She said quickly- the soccer field was just ahead- she would rather watch Buttercup practice than-!
"Oh… perhaps tomorrow then?" She grimaced.
"Dexter- I've told you already-."
Once again Blossom suddenly found herself pinned against a wall this week but this time the scent of cheap cologne almost made her gag- this was not pleasant… evergreen! And oh...oh God he'd had the cheese burrito for lunch and eww he hadn't brushed his teeth or even popped a mint.
"D-Dexter. What do you think you're-!?"
Both his hands were on either side of her head and she was effectively trapped. Oh… not to sound too much like the cretin but oh fuck Blossom's life. Not again!
" Playing coy can be adorable at times Blossom but really we're much too mature for such childish nonsense- so I'll pick you up around six then your curfew isn't until nine right?"
She gulped. Curfew? What did he care about a curfew? And what was that thing about the "hotel"!?
And he now he was leaning towards her… and oh God she could smell the burrito from here and here comes the tongue-! Grossssss-!
"Hey." Clink.
Dexter bristled and turned around irritably but that big hand clamped on his shoulder more or less threw him aside.
Normally Blossom would be most disapproving of such unneeded violence but…
"Sup Teach- good to see ya. Oh hey Dorkster didn't see you there." Brick shrugged, "Listen scram I gotta talk to my favorite tutor for a sec-." And now that arm was over her shoulders.
Dexter frowned and scrambled up, "I think not! As if I would leave Blossom alone with a violent, stupid buffoon like you-!"
She frowned. "Dexter Brick is most certainly not-!"
"Right- right- sure-sure Dorkster-." He waved him and his insults away before he turned back to Blossom- and his grin… seemed awfully smug. "So Teach- I got a surprise for ya-."
"Excuse me are you listening to me! I said-!"
"Like...what?" Brick only smirked more and dug in his pocket, "Well- two technically." Another apple got tossed her way. She blushed and he winked- Dexter began sputtering behind them. "First a treat for my favorite teacher." Her cheeks warmed somewhat. " And two…. Ta-da!" Clink.
He held the test up proudly and… her eyes widened.
"A perfect score!" She gushed while Dexter sputtered. Brick raised an eyebrow.
"I told you to scram- and see Babe told you with the right motivation I guess it's not so lame." He shrugged.
"Motivation!? Blossom what is this fool talking about!? I demand answers at once-."
Brick's grin was almost borderline sadistic now as his arm suddenly wrapped around… her shoulders? Hm? Dexter was turning purple in the face- not a very good look on him.
"Well see Dex- you know I've had my eye on a certain pretty tutor of mine for a bit- you could call her… the "apple of my eye" even-."
She blushed. And looked down at the fruit again. Her cheeks grew even warmer.
"But hey I'm not a douche- I wasn't about to I dunno- force myself on the chick or anything- she made her choice you know- I'm a patient guy." He shrugged.
"That's right! Her choice is indeed made! Blossom come along this is-!"
"But." His voice had grown deeper… and angrier it seemed. "You know that doesn't mean I'm just gonna sit by and let some douchebag who can't keep his fucking hands to himself get away with shoving his fucking nasty ass lizard tongue down her fucking throat neither!" Each biting word was accentuated by a clink of his tongue. She gulped somewhat.
"Tch. Your jealousy is most unbecoming Mr. Jojo- Obviously a man of my higher intelligence is above this kind of nonsense however. Blossom, we really should get going-."
She was a Powerpuff Girl of course- she needn't fear anything but… she stepped closer to Brick anyway… if only so she could grab an enraged Rowdyruff Boy and keep him from attacking hapless fellow peers… no matter… their lizard tongues.
"I believe the lady gave you her answer now fuck off." He said the last two words in somewhat of a hiss. Oh dear… violence was not the best thing here.
And again… with the clinking…
"Boys- Boys please." She jumped in the middle. "Dexter I'm sorry really I am but… I won't be going on...another date with you- there was no spark you see." And your breath and car reek far too much of cheese.
He had the gall to look taken aback.
"You- What do you mean! We are perfect for each other!" His eyes narrowed then. "And you certainly didn't seem to have a problem with anything in the car-!"
"Oh yeah cause a guy jumping on a girl like some kind of randy nasty hound dog sticking his nasty ass tongue in places he don't belong just sounds so fucking romantic!" Brick snapped. "You're pushing your luck asshole- you either leave now and leave Blossom the fuck alone after this or I get Buttercup here." Now Dexter paled. Brick smirked. "Your choice."
He was sputtering and looking back and forth between her and….Brick.
Badum. Badum. Badum.
"Tick Tock Assholel!" Clink.
Dexter sneered and threw Blossom the most hateful look imaginable. She somewhat flinched.
Nevertheless… he turned on his heel and stormed off. This…. was going to make the Honors Society meetings rather awkward wasn't it. She clutched the apple.
Apple… of his eye?
Was he being facetious?
"Hey?" She tensed. "You okay?" Clink.
"...Yes. Of course. Um. I just wasn't expecting him to… get like that." She mumbled. Brick frowned and then shrugged,
"Wish I could agree with you Babe but I saw this coming a mile away. I should have chased the shit head off sooner but I didn't want to be a douche- I mean I am a douchebag but I'm not that kind you know?"
Her smile was wan, "I wouldn't call you… a douchebag." She murmured. "You're far too lazy for your own good but… you're… not particularly… unpleasant to be around."
Another nonchalant curling of lips, "Well I am pretty great let's face it."
"And arrogant." She sighed.
"More like more than aware of his own greatness babe." Her blush increased. "So before the Douche with glasses showed up what were your plans for this evening?"
Her grip on the apple grew tighter, "Um… likely relaxing...maybe reading a book with a cup of tea…?" He snorted.
"Yeah… see no. We had a deal Babe." He flashed the perfect test in her face again. "Perfect score- read it and weep- now the Rowdyruff wants his treat." He recited grandly.
"That was terrible." She said dryly.
"... Terribly genius you mean- so anyway. That new horror flick is coming out tonight and I already got us tickets sooo-."
She blinked, "... You got tickets…. before you did your test…when did I agree to this?"
He had the decency to look abashed. "Oh…. uh right. I mean uh… deal's a deal Babe and the test… was so easy a baby could do it so-."
"Then if it's so easy why did you fail it in the first place?"
He paused. "Err… because I was lazy and didn't…. try…. so I needed tutoring to…"
….Wait a minute.
"Did you fail that test on purpose!?"
He was like a deer caught in headlight and she saw him swallow hard.
"... No." He averted his gaze. "Course not. This is my future… you know I would never...throw a test… and need tutoring for a few weeks according to school policy and rules and shit- that would be dumb as fuck…" Now he shifted his feet and clicked his tongue and…
Clink.
"Brick."
He swept her forward, "C'mon babe- ancient history- all set and good now- perfect score- time for my reward- so you accompany me to this lovely gore fest eh - Deal's a deal."
"Brick answer me."
He paused.
"Oh yeah… speaking of answers." Clink. "It's treated metal. No infections or rust." he winked again. She blushed. "C'mon- the earlier we get there the better our seats...unless you wanna just sit in the back…"
She rolled her eyes, "Don't push your luck Brick."
-o-
The movie had been… interesting. The kills were somewhat...err...unique?
"That… was pretty bad." Brick said badly with a sigh.
"...Yes. I'd have to agree. The movie was... -."
"Shit." Another sigh.
She frowned but shrugged, "You said it not me."
"Yeah it was shit. This whole night was shit- damn it." he muttered. Her eyebrow rose.
"Well I wouldn't go that far."
They paused at her door. His hands were in his pockets and he cleared his throat. "So… not shit then?"
"Not at all. The movie was terrible but we were laughing weren't we?" He snorted.
"Much to the chagrin of the audience."
"The deaths were over the top."
"Not as much as the acting."
"True."
More laughter. He cleared his throat then and she shifted her feet somewhat- up. Down. Then brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Brick-."
"So… did you uh... was this date… ya know… better than acceptable?" She blinked. "... Couldthere maybe… be a seond one… maybe…?" He trailed. Her eyes widened.
"O-Oh." Badum. "I… I don't see why not… I mean… as long as you don't continue throwing your academia away-."
He laughed. "Yeah… Yeah that was dumb I know." He scratched the back of his neck. "It worked! But… yeah that was dumb." She rolled her eyes. "Just like the...apples were kind of dumb."
"...I do like apples though."
His hands were on her shoulders now. "I'm… not gonna be a dick like Dorkster but uh… just so you know… I wasn't kidding before- it really does take… practice unless you're a born natural like me of course but… it's kind of hard to know that unless… your partner knows what they're doing so…"
"Practice makes perfect you mean?" She murmured.
"... Arguably...yeah." Clink.
She stared at him. "No tongue." Barely a whisper.
"Absolutely! No tongue until you say so… So… can I?" Their brows touched.
"Go ahead." She puckered her lips- bracing herself for the slime but… at least this would be… nice smelling slime? And… strangely this slime… she felt she would be able to endure. She didn't know why… but she did nonetheless.
Her head was tilted up gently- and.-.
It was soft… and yet firm- and perfectly clean. Her mouth… seemingly by instinct began moving in sync with his- with Brick's lips melding and molding in sync with her's- almost naturally even. Blossom's fingers curled over his chest and it was strange indeed but… the oddest sensation seemed to overcome her then- an instinct almost arguably- her lips began to part- of their own will and inclination- no slimy worms diving in where they weren't wanted and… there was no slime here,
There was a...coldness though- the coolness of the metal- a slight tang to it- a bite even- she giggled somewhat- it kept clinking- it was somewhat loose anyway but really one curl of her own...tongue and she suddenly had a little bell and it was honestly….kind of fun.
Yes… rather…. fun indeed. Her movements were slow still… hesitant… awkward- his were smooth and effortless- every caress, and flick of her tongue was matched by one of his own. She hadn't even realized her arms had ended up around his neck until-.
She needed air. He seemed to agree with her and they broke apart… but it wasn't instant- no it was slow, lingering- with one more teasing flick of hot tongue mixed with the bite of cold metal.
They stared at one another. Brows touching.
"So… was that better?" He murmured. She nodded silently. He smirked. "Told you."
"Oh… oh hush and come here." His eyebrow skyrocketed but needless to say… he didn't argue either.
Nonetheless however… there really wasn't much need for any real conversation after that…
And Blossom did have to admit from that point on and beyond… for all their being slimy and gross….
Maybe certain things about… tongues weren't so bad after all.
Fin.
Ahhh and the muse is satisfied with some good old fashioned "Reds" fluff- does this mean Charlotte will cooperate with me in terms of Act 5's finale ... yet to be determined but here's hoping XD- thanks for reading my lovelies!
Cheers,
Carrie
