************************* WARNING small LEMON *************************

Blossom closed her eyes and let the sensations flow through her. One hand dragged across her skin and she felt goose bumps spread from the soft touch. Lying there almost fully exposed, she felt insecure, she felt vulnerable, she felt wonderful. She was always used to being in control, fighting the worst of the worst.

Yet this, soft emotions like this took away the hold she had. He kissed a trail down in-between her breasts and she looked at him. Reaching for his face, she took his glasses off and set them aside. He admitted his love for her, but he barely knew her. He had no idea that she was hiding behind a lie. Dexter smiled and kissed her nipple then grazed it with his tongue. Blossom resisted the urge to close her eyes; she wanted to watch but soon was overwhelmed when he drew in the pink nub and suckled.

Her body arched up to him as tingles spread across her body and a need for him started to flare. Could she truly trust him like he said? Was she ready to say those three words back to him? Not now, she would only hurt him in the end.

With his free hand Dexter cupped her other breast. Blossom squeezed her thighs together as he played and teased her. She clawed into his back wanting to pull him closer, wanting to touch. She gasped when her hand wandered down across the hardness in his pants. He nudged her hand away and tugged gently on the nub. Dexter moved his attention back to her mouth with a hunger she was willing to fulfill.

Blossom held him close and felt the bulge press against her stomach. She felt the burn of tears in her eyes but tried to resist. Feverishly he planted kisses all over her and trailed down her stomach. The muscles trembled as he kissed and grazed the soft skin. His hands curved over her rump, placing his thumbs under the fabric and he dragged them down her thighs. Blossom smoothed her hands over his shoulders, arms, and chest. He seemed unreal on how kind and genuine he seemed.

"You're so handsome." She said softly. Dexter snorted at the remark and pulled her panties off throwing them to the side.

"You are very naked." He replied with a laugh taking one of her legs, nuzzling the soft flesh of her calf. Blossom felt her face flush red from embarrassment and reached down to cover herself.

"Don't look." She squeaked. Dexter turned his head and kissed her calf.

"How else will I be able to see your perfect body and pleasure you?" She felt her heart flutter from the words then he placed a hand on hers. She thought for a moment but couldn't think of what to say to that. Dexter proceeded closer to her core despite her remark; the longer she took to answer the closer he got. What could she even say to that? Should she resist the temptation to keep herself from getting hurt again? Was she going to hurt him just how she was? So many questions swam through her mind but soon dispersed as he continued.

He kissed the inside of her knee to the inside of her thigh then moved to her other leg. She squirmed, becoming more aware of the need between her legs. He kissed the hands guarding her entrance. He moved them out of his way and she did not fight it.

"No answer, I see." Flashing his white teeth Dexter stepped off the bed and pulled her to the edge.

He lifted her legs and rested them on his shoulders. The blue of his eyes sent chills down her, the anticipation was killing her. The warmth of his breath caressed her skin and she laid back, helpless to his whims. His fingers brushed through the curls, she shuddered as he stroked her gently easing his way into the sensitive folds. Blossom moaned and wiggled.

The tension in her body started to coil with each stoke of his finger. He pressed and she pressed back. Using his thumb he massaged the sensitive bump making her moan more. Dexter stopped and she looked down to see what was wrong then gasped as he buried his face in between her legs. He stroked and nibbled on the sensitive flesh until she was panting and writing under his touch. Blossom dug her heels into Dexter's back and clutched the blankets. Her legs tensed. His tongue flitted. She cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over her once then again.

"Oh, Dexter." Blossom panted.

Dexter kissed her thigh and lay down next to her, "Yes, gorgeous?"

She stared into his eyes then her gaze moved down his lean body. She wanted and needed to feel more of him. Blossom rolled onto Dexter and straddled him. He drew in a deep breath as she pressed against his most sensitive region. She smiled knowing she was in back power now. He smirked and placed his hands on her hips.

"So what now, little missy?" He tapped her nose. Blossom giggled and touched his face. She couldn't hold herself back anymore.

"I want you." She said softly, letting her fingers wander on his smooth chest and shoulders. The smell of his warm skin and soap filled her senses.

"You have me." He said, taking her hand and kissing it. Blossom felt her face grow warm as she blushed.

She did have him.

He loved her, but she couldn't say it back. Until he knew everything about her she couldn't even think about saying it to him. She wanted to find a reason to not trust him; however there was nothing she could find. There were no blemishes on his record in her book. Speckling kisses down his shoulders she sighed. She couldn't hurt him like this but she wanted to feel his love.

"I need you." She bit him softly and he let out a soft moan.

"I need you, too." Dexter turned his head and kissed her cheek.

"Take me, then." She replied with a mischievous grin. Dexter shook his head and sat up with her in his lap.

"I don't have any protection and I would feel like I'm taking advantage of you." That would be me Blossom thought.

"I've got it covered," She said the teased his lips with hers for a moment. "You really won't be, I want this."

Blossom unbuttoned Dexter's pants when all of a sudden they heard a door slam. She looked at him panicked and covered herself. He lifted a finger to his lips to shush her and slipped her off of his lap. He motioned for her to get under the covers and she dipped herself in the cotton sheets.

Dexter searched the bed for his glasses and found them near the edge. Sliding them on he stepped out of the room to see who had come home. As he walked he replayed what had happened in his mind, the way she moved and responded to his touch. He truly loved her and he wanted to show her, but tonight was the wrong time. Giggles emanated from the living room and he knew it was Bubble's and Evee. Peeking around the corner he saw Bubble's carrying Evee on her shoulder. Man Bubble's must be strong he thought.

Dexter walked back to his room and shut the door gently. Looking over her saw Blossom had fallen asleep. He smiled and walked over to cover her up. He undressed himself leaving only his boxers and slipped under the covers. Kissing her cheek he laid down to sleep.

An echoed voice came from Dexter's left. He looked around and was surrounded by white. The voice sounded again and he looked around trying to find where it was coming from. It continued to get closer until he spun around to see a man standing there. His black hair was slicked back and wore a red pin striped suite. The man was looking down then turned his head up with a crooked smile.

"Hello there Dexter." His voice was more feminine and echoed. The man started to drift around him.

"Who are you?" Dexter asked keeping an eye on the mystery man as he floated.

"Who me? I am everything you want." Suddenly he morphed into Dee Dee and came up next to him.

"Your beloved sister." He batted his eyes then turned into smoke that slithered across the ground and reappeared in front of Dexter as Otto.

"Or you lost friend." The voice dropped in tone and a devious look came over his face. With a snap of his fingers this, thing, turned back into the original form and floated in the air.

"You can have all of that."

"Wait, what are you talking about?" Dexter asked confused, this was just a dream. Right?

The man held his palms out flat and the white slowly faded into black. He laid his palms out flat. They illuminated and on the left was Dee Dee and the other was Otto tied up. Dexter gasped and took a step forward.

"You can have both, if you really want." He explained. The hand that held Otto flipped over and he hung lifelessly like a marionette. The hand started to move and made Otto do a dance. Dexter ran at the figure and stumbled as the man disappeared. Hitting the ground Dexter heard the man laughing behind him.

"What do you want?" Dexter asked angrily, picking himself up.

"Just your help." Dexter heard a snap and a phone number etched into the black. "Call this number and you'll find your friend, and get a chance to bring back your sister."

The man disappeared and the world faded back to white then started to spin. Dexter tried to keep up with the movement but was engulfed and his vision blanked. He sat up swiftly with quick breaths. Dexter was back in the bedroom, looking over he saw Blossom asleep. Lying back down he stared at the ceiling. What was with that dream? He pulled the blankets up and adjusted himself when the crinkle of paper caught his attention. Gasping, Dexter found a strip of paper with the same number from the dream. That wasn't any ordinary dream.