For the next two days, things between them were just as bad. Only, this time it hurt more than he'd ever admit. Blossom had been coming over quite often over the last month, he'd spent a lot of time with her.. it had gotten intimate between them.
Now it was the last day of school, before a five day weekend, there was no time to resolve anything. He didn't even know if they would this time.. They were both too stubborn. He felt guilty but he couldn't figure out why.
He glanced up at her, why were things always so fucked up with them? "Things are kind of weird between us.." he said. It came so out of the blue that his voice made her jump a little. "If you're mad that I deleted your number-"
"Brick, I'm not mad that you didn't want my number." She laughed, "I'm not that conceited."
Why did he even say that? He was just digging himself further down. Blossom broke his train of thought. "Before we were.. 'nothing'... This is how things were between us." She looked down at the table. "Now that we're not- now things are just back to normal. We're just normal.. classmates."
Listening to her struggle to find the words to even describe them, was painful. But classmates… That cut fucking deep.
"It kind of feels like… we broke up." He replied, only a hint of a joke in his tone.
She looked at him now, and swallowed hard before turning away again, unable to keep eye contact with him. "Don't be silly. You can't break up something that was never there to begin with."
"Hi Boomie!" Bubbles exclaimed, jumping into his arms, and wrapping her legs around him. Not expecting it, he almost fell back.
He stared at her with a silly grin on his face. How had he gotten so lucky? "You're in a good mood." He laughed. "Boomie? That's a new one."
She planted a huge kiss on his lips and jumped down. "I'm always in a good mood when you're around." She batted her long lashes. "Now that you're mine.. I can call you whatever I want. Right?" Her finger trailed down his chest, causing him to back into the lockers slightly.
He swallowed, she'd been acting extra flirty all day and he'd barely been able to concentrate on anything school related. Not that he minded.. "You always could have, silly."
"Well, Boomie is what I call you in my head." She smiled.
"Really?" His eyes lit up, "I didn't know that."
Out of the corner of her eye she saw her sister and Robin approaching. "Hi Bloss! Robbin!" She beamed at the girls, before looking at her sister's friend, "Got any big plans for break?"
Robbin laughed. "Yeah right! Unless you count uncle Eddy coming to town, as plans.."
"We'll do something together." Blossom said, matter of factly. "I have a feeling it's going to be a pretty uneventful few days." She sighed.
Bubbles ran her hand through her sister's long hair. "I'm sure that's not true." She tried to cheer her up. "Gosh, your hair just keeps getting longer and longer."
"Isn't it inconvenient?" Boomer asked, curiously. He already thought his own hair got in the way sometimes.
Blossom laughed. "Yeah-" she spotted Brick walking by and turned, closing herself off from having to see him. "Maybe I'll chop it all off… feels like a good time for a change." She half joked.
"Don't you dare!" Bubbles cried. "I love your hair!" She braided the back for a second and then shook it out again.
Blossom laughed. "Anyway we were just headed out. I'll see you at home." The two girls left.
Bubbles turned back to Boomer, leaning closer to him. "Now where were we..." She pressed her lips lightly to his.
Boomer looked at his watch. "You're gonna be late for practice." He said smiling.
"Are you coming?" She asked, hopeful that her new boyfriend would be waiting for her in the bleachers.
"Now that you're my girlfriend.. I can take as many pictures of you as I want, right?" He raised his eyebrow, suggestively.
She giggled, "You always could have.." she winked. His eyes travelled down her body, she was already in her cheer uniform. He bit his lip.
Glancing around the hall, she didn't see anybody. So she twirled, facing away from him and popped her butt out, causing her skirt to flutter up and reveal the tiny built in underwear. Then she laughed, walking back over to him.
He was beaming at her, his mouth slightly open. "You're so hot." He said, enamored. "Wait.. can you do that again?"
She scrunched her eyebrows, smiling as she watched him pull his phone out. "Oh, you need more photos of me to shove in your magazine?" She joked. He blushed a little. She did the move again, this time, looking back at him over her shoulder. He actually took a video of her so he wouldn't miss the shot. A video was much better than a photo… plus, he could always take screenshots of it later. He slid his cell back into his pocket and went to her, wrapping his arms around her. They made out in the middle of the hall for a few minutes and then ran to practice before she was late.
"Ooh and these!" Buttercup said, throwing Butch a bag of Funyuns.
He caught the bag and added it to their growing shopping basket. "Nice choice." He nodded approvingly, tossing in a few candy bars.
"Okay, we probably got enough." She laughed, looking at their overflowing haul.
Just as they approached the counter, she saw something barreling towards the window. She took off in a flash of green through the front door, catching the projectile mid air, before it hit the corner store. She sent it hurdling back at the giant red monster.
The monster was picking up whatever large objects he could get his hands on and tossing them through the sky at random. Buttercup was flying through the air like crazy trying to catch them, before they hurt anyone. But with so many, she couldn't get to the creature to stop him. Why hadn't the hotline went off. She needed back up.
Butch was right behind her, having noticed what was happening. Buttercup stopped a massive chunk of concrete from smashing into a screaming family and flew back into the air. She was about to collide with a car, but Butch threw his shield over her and the car reflected off, shooting back in the direction it came from instead. He smiled, this outta be fun. He took off, shooting eye beams at the creature.
Finally she had a chance to call for help. She hit the emergency button, sending her location to her sisters. Where the fuck were they? She yelled, directing everyone nearby out of the area. And flew over to join Butch.
He seemed to be only going for them now, not bothering to throw things at random any longer. He swiped at Butch, leaving a bloody gash across his bicep. He laughed like a madman, flying head first into its stomach.
While he was focused on Butch, she flew up to it's face and shot her lasers into his three eyes. Blinding him while Butch let out a series of punches, ripping into it's stomach. Buttercup decided to try the same thing to it's head. She wasn't used to making decisions, and didn't know what the easiest way to take it down was. Blossom always led them to victory. But since she wasn't there, she thought the best option was to go for the head. If she stopped it's brain activity then it would die, right? She flew a little higher and started beating the living hell out of the beast's head.
The creature may not have been able to see anymore, but he could still feel which part of his body was being attacked. His hands stopped trying to swat at Butch and one went crashing into her, smacking her into the side of a building. Now she was getting pissed.
"Buttercup!" Blossom finally flew in, Bubbles was right behind her.
"Where the fuck have you two been?!" Buttercup yelled. When she whipped her head in their direction she could see that they had been in a fight. "What happened to you?" They'd have to catch up later, right now they had more pressing matters.
She nodded in the direction of the monster and took off for it's head again, with her sisters following. Now that the head was soft and dented in, she cut into it with her beams. Blossom and Bubbles looked at her curiously for a second and then joined her, firing their own beams in unison. His flesh quickly melted off, revealing his brain. They made quick work of destroying it. At the same time, Butch had ripped through it's stomach and was pulling out organs and tearing through it's insides. The creature went toppling down, but before it could crash land, causing considerable damage, the girls all made a mad dash for it's limbs. Butch realized what they were doing and grabbed a leg too. They flew over the ocean and dropped him in, sighing in relief.
When they landed back on the ground, they did a quick check for any injured civilians, but didn't find any. The police were there now anyway, and could handle it from there.
Bubbles sat on the ground, trying to catch her breath and the others stood around her, also panting.
"Sorry we took so long." Blossom started, between breaths. "There was an attack across town."
Buttercup's jaw fell open, "What the fuck… two attacks at once?!"
Bubbles and Blossom nodded. "Only a few minor injuries." Bubbles informed her, "No deaths, thank god." She turned her attention to Butch who was just standing there silently, next to Buttercup. "You playing hero today?" She giggled.
Butch grinned. "What can I say…" He flexed his arm, showing off his bulging muscles. "With guns like these, I couldn't exactly stand here and do nothing." He joked.
Buttercup noticed the huge gash on his arm and raised an eyebrow. "That's some fucking cut you got." She reached for his arm, watching the blood stream out.
"Butch, that's not, like, your favorite shirt or anything.. is it?" Bubbles asked.
He scrunched his nose in confusion. "Uh, no. It's just a random-"
Rrriiiiiip
Blossom tore the bottom of his shirt off, essentially leaving him wearing a crop top. It reached just under his pecks, completely exposing his very well defined abs. Bubbles stared at his torso, mouth slightly open.
"Eyes off." Buttercup said, walking up behind Butch and wrapping her arms around him.
Bubbles tore her gaze from him, laughing. "Not bad, Buttercup." She nodded approvingly.
Butch was still confused about why his shirt had been torn. He watched as Blossom breathed a layer of ice into the cloth, she folded it up and then tied it firmly around his bleeding wound. "Should stop bleeding in like 20." She said.
"Thanks." He said, a little awkward. It felt weird to be helped by her. He wasn't around Blossom very much. Obviously, he spent nearly everyday with Buttercup and saw Bubbles often enough around his house but he and Blossom had hardly had any interaction. He had definitely never been alone with the three of them.
"So do you have to do anything else?" He asked Buttercup. "Clean up or anything?"
She scoffed. Bubbles and Blossom both laughed. "Fuck no! I'm not cleaning this shit up." She crossed her arms. "They can at least handle that much." She nodded in the direction of the cops.
"Buttercup." Blossom tried to scold but it fell through, because she obviously didn't disagree. Instead she ended up smiling. "Shoot!" She said, suddenly noticing the time. "I gotta get home!" She waved, dashing into the sky.
Bubbles stood, "Wait! I'm coming too!" She said, starting to float. "See you guys!" She smiled, before taking off.
Buttercup sighed. The glanced at Butch, nudging his good arm, "You look hot in that shirt." She bit her lip, seductively.
"Do I?" He said, taking a step closer to her.
She nodded, looking him up and down. "Mhmm… all disheveled and.. roughed up." She practically moaned.
His hands were at her waist and in her hair, kissing her zealously. The world seemed to stop around them.
After some time, they pulled away from each other. "Let's get our snacks and take them to your room.." she said suggestively.
They flew back to the store. When they walked in the owner ran up to them, thanking them over and over. "Buttercup you're my hero!" He declared. "Well you're everyone's hero!" He laughed. "You saved my store from total destruction." He looked at Butch now, "And you, what's your name, son?"
He shoved his hands in his pockets, "Uh, Butch." He told the man.
"Butch! Thank you! Thank you both. You're wonderful!" He patted him on the back. "Are you a Powerpuff boy?"
Butch and Buttercup both started cracking up. "Something like that." He finally managed. He gestured to their basket still sitting on the counter. "We came back for our snacks."
The owner ran around the counter and started unpacking the basket, moving everything into plastic bags instead. "Here." He handed Butch the bags.
Butch scrunched his eyebrows, "Umm.. we haven't paid yet." He laughed, holding the bags back out.
"No no, take them! It's the least I could do!" He grabbed another bag and ran around the store throwing random snacks in until it was full, then handed it to Buttercup. "Take them!" He smiled, "Is there anything else you want?"
"No!" Buttercup laughed. "This is more than enough, really." She thanked him.
They had barely even made it to Butch's front door when they dropped the bags and started making out, still outside. He had her pushed up against the door, his arms out on either side of her as they kissed. Her arms were wrapped around his neck.
Brick opened the door suddenly and they both fell back, into the house, Butch landed on top of her. "What the hell are you guys doing?" He scoffed, backing out of the way as they fell.
Butch stood up and pulled Buttercup to her feet. "Why the fuck did you open the door?"
Brick rolled his eyes, "That's what doors are for. Dumbass." Buttercup laughed. "Did you guys get in a fight or something?" He asked, noticing their appearances.
"Yeah, actually. There was a monster attack while we were getting snacks." Butch took the three bags to the island.
Brick raised his eyebrow, "Jesus. Did you buy the whole fucking store?"
"We didn't buy anything, actually." Butch grinned stupidly, eliciting a look of confusion from Brick. "Buttercup stopped the store from being destroyed and the owner gave us all this stuff for free." He explained.
Brick looked a little shocked, "Really?"
"Happens all the time." Buttercup laughed, rolling her eyes. "Blossom wore a diamond necklace the other day, that was a gift from saving the jewellery shop." She shrugged.
"Damn dude." Butch nudged his brother. "We were in the wrong line of work, huh?"
Brick laughed, "Yeah. Apparently." He started rummaging around the bags, looking for something sweet.
Buttercup directed her attention back to Butch, and started pulling him toward the bedroom. "Let's gooo." She whispered. Butch's stupid grin returned as he let himself be pulled away by his eager girlfriend. They shut the door when they got to the bedroom. A few seconds later Buttercup ran back to the kitchen, Brick stared at her confused. She emptied all the bags into the counter, picked out a couple small bags of candy and ran back to the bedroom without a word.
Brick rolled his eyes. "Try to keep it down Buttercup."
She peeked out, "I'll try my very best." She said in a fake sweet voice, before closing and locking the door.
It was finally Thanksgiving. Blossom had been up all night making pies from scratch. She made a few for her own family, as well as two for the boys. Although she wasn't on the best terms with Brick, she didn't know if they were doing anything for the holiday and wanted them to at least have some pie. She knew that at the very least, Butch would appreciate them. The rest of the 12 pies were for the homeless shelter. She had been volunteering there for years, and for the last few her family always delivered a few store bought ones. Now that she had gotten into baking she really wanted to make them herself, with love.
She turned off the oven and headed to bed at 3:00am. She was completely exhausted and was kicking herself for not starting them sooner than she did. Next year she would be more prepared. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.
She woke up to Bubbles lying in bed with her, stroking her hair gently.
"Good morning Bloss."
She rolled over, facing her sister and looked at her watch, yawning. She had been asleep for only five hours, and was definitely feeling exhausted.
"I'm sorry I didn't help you bake last night, I would've stayed home if I knew you were making so many!" Bubbles apologized. "When you said you were making pies for the shelter, I thought you meant like two or three…"
Blossom smiled, getting out of bed. "That's okay Bubs, it was my idea. It's my own fault for not getting a better head start."
Bubbles forced a half smile, feeling guilty. "Well the Professor is waiting for you downstairs." She said.
"Thanks for waking me up. I'm thankful for you." Blossom winked.
Bubbles giggled, and threw her arms around her. "You're an angel." She kissed her cheek.
When Blossom got to the kitchen, she and the Professor loaded the dozen pies into the car and drove them downtown. It was just after 8:00am. She yawned the whole way there.
"Sweetheart you really didn't have to make that many." He smiled, empathetically. "You're a good girl." When she didn't respond he realized she was sleeping, only waking up again once he opened the car door.
The boys walked up to the front door of their family home, their family home being Mojo's house. Before Brick could open the door, it was swung open from the inside, slamming into the stone wall. "My boys!" Mojo gathered them all into a hug. He let go, guiding them into the house.
"Home sweet home." Boomer said, smiling.
Mojo was in the kitchen preparing breakfast, in his slippers. Breakfast had always been their favorite family meal, so when Mojo suggested that they come over for a Thanksgiving breakfast, nobody complained. Although, at Boomer's suggestion they decided to meet up in the late afternoon, so they could still sleep in.
Boomer, Butch and Brick took their old places at the dining room table, while Mojo rummaged around in the fridge for the ingredients, pulling out the eggs, bacon, butter, and a jug of orange juice.
"You want any help pops?" Boomer asked?
Mojo glanced over his shoulder at the boys. "No, I won't be requiring any help. For it is I who will be preparing the breakfast of thanks on this day, which is of course, the day of thanks, which is to say that it is Thanksgiving." He turned back to the now heated pans and placed an entire package of bacon split into two pans.
The boys looked at each other and laughed. It had been a long time since they'd heard Mojo speak. He spoke in a way that was unforgettable but hearing it for the first time in a few months, was a little funnier than they remembered.
"What is so funny?" Mojo asked, eyeing them.
They changed the subject. "What's been going on around here lately?" Butch asked, knowing he would have a lot to say.
Mojo scoffed. "Don't even get me started on the neighborhood, this used to be a good neighborhood as you know. And as you know, we used to have good neighbors. Without good neighbors you cannot have a good neighborhood and without a good neighborhood what is the point? He ranted. He went on for a while, the boys were all paying attention to their phones, only catching random phrases here and there.
"I told you not to get me started and what do you do? You get me started. It was I who was started, and it was you who started me."
Boomer glanced at his watch, 2:00pm. He texted Bubbles:
Have I mentioned how thankful I am to have you as my girlfriend?"
While he waited for her reply, he hopped on instajam, scrolling through the dozens of Thanksgiving posts. There were two new photos from Bubbles, the first one was of the three girls and the Professor and the second one was just the three girls. Bubbles was in the middle, with her arms around both of her sisters shoulders, holding up a peace sign. Blossom and Buttercup looked like they didn't know what was going on. He zoomed into Buttercup's face and passed his phone to Butch. Butch grinned, pulling out his own phone and went to the post on Bubbles profile, taking a screenshot of Buttercup. He set it as his background.
"She's gonna love that." Brick said sarcastically, to Butch.
Butch laughed. And zoomed out of Bubbles' photo, looking at the rest of the picture. Brick saw Blossom in the photo for only a brief second and his heart ached. She looked gorgeous. She was wearing an oversized knitted burgundy sweater and a short black skirt, with sheer black pantyhose. It was a simple but effective outfit. But she looked good, no matter what she wore. He noticed immediately that her hair was still long, he'd heard her talking about possibly getting it cut and selfishly, he didn't want her to. Her hair was his favorite feature, aside from her unmistakable pink eyes. It was the most beautiful hair he's ever laid eyes on. He swallowed.
Brick must've been lost in his thoughts for longer than he thought because all of the sudden Mojo started setting plates on the table, in front of them. Each plate had two sunny side up eggs, two pieces of buttered toast and four strips of bacon. There was extra bacon on a plate in the middle of the table, as well as a bowl of scrambled eggs, and a bunch of bananas. Mojo poured each of them a tall glass of orange juice and joined them at the table. All of the boys, and Mojo, covered their eggs in salt and pepper. It had been months since they'd eaten a breakfast like this. To most people this was an average breakfast, probably eaten pretty often but Brick was suddenly very excited and Boomer and Butch didn't look any less than thrilled either. They all dug in, happily.
"So, how are the Powerpuff girls?" Mojo finally asked.
The boys all looked up from their plates and looked around the table at each other. Having to explain their new relationship to the girls, somehow, hadn't crossed any of their minds. It was sort of a last minute plan to come by, so they hadn't thought much about it.
"Well…" Boomer started. "They're.. the same old Powerpuff girls." He stuffed a bacon strip into his mouth, to avoid having to say anymore.
"I, Mojo Jojo, saw something veeeery interesting this morning. And this morning when I saw this veeery interesting thing, I saved it, so that I, Mojo Jojo could show it to you." The boys' eyes darted to each other again, confused, as Mojo got up from the table and disappeared into the living room for a moment. When he returned he was carrying a newspaper. The Townsville Tribune.
"Why do you have a Townsville paper?" Brick asked, curiously. "How did you even-"
Mojo tossed the newspaper to the middle of the table and watched their jaws drop. On the front page of the paper there was a huge photo of Butch and Buttercup sharing a passionate kiss in front of an upside down car. The headline read:
ROWDYRUFF GONE GOOD?
"What the hell..." Butch stared down at his photo, dumbfounded. And then pulled out his cells and snapped a picture. Texting it to Buttercup. He knew that she didn't know about it or she would've messaged him.
"Texting your giiiiirlfriend?" Mojo teased. "You a Rowdyruff, together with a Powerpuff, who is at the same time, together with you. He laughed.
"Guess the cats outta the bag." Butch said. He glanced at his blonde brother and smiled, deviously. "Boomers dating Bubbles!" He folded his arms. If he was caught then he'd happily drag Boomer down with him.
Boomer furrowed his eyebrows at his blabbermouth brother and then looked at Mojo. "Yeah. It's true." He smiled.
Mojo looked at Brick next, waiting expectantly, for him to come clean too.
"Hey don't look at me." Brick threw up his hands, laughing quietly.
"You boys.." Mojo said, laughing too. "The proper thing to do during a meal is to eat said meal. And eat we shall. For I have prepared this meal especially for you and wish to share it with you on this day." He took his seat and they all finished their meal in silence. When they finished, Mojo cleared the table. "I created you for evil and to destroy the Powerpuff girls and as it turns out, you are not evil and do not want to destroy them, for whom you were made to do exactly that. In my old age, being the age that I am, which is old, I have also grown soft. I no longer wish for you to be evil but instead it is my wish for you to be happy, and if being evil does not make you happy then that is not my wish for you. And it has not been for some time."
The boys relaxed now, Mojo's approval wouldn't have made a difference to them, they were gonna do what they wanted either way, but it still felt good to have it.
Brick grabbed the paper from the table and looked at it again, laughing. HIM, I know this was you, he thought. He heard HIM's familiar laugh fill his head.
WHO MEEEE?
Then he was gone. Brick smirked.
"Hope you like it." Butch said, snatching the paper from his brother hands. "Cause it's going up on our fridge."
The girls were sitting in the living room, catching up with their family, having just eaten. Buttercup felt her phone vibrate, she pulled it from her pocket and after a second her hand went to her mouth and her eyes widened. Blossom and Bubbles noticed right away, giving her confused looks.
"What is it?" Blossom whispered from across the room, Bubbles waited, listening.
Buttercup stood up and nodded for them to follow her. They went up to their room and closed the door. She immediately showed them her phone. The photo of her and Butch was plastered to her screen.
"This is so embarrassing!" She said, pacing around the room. "I mean.. I really like the photo..." She smiled, trailing off. "And I really like Butch. It's no secret that we're together… but still! The whole town has seen this by now!" She complained.
Blossom and Bubbles started cracking up, practically rolling on the floor. "No way! " Blossom said, wiping a year from her eye. "This is too good!"
"You bitch!" Buttercup said, laughing too now. She took her phone back and stared at the photo again. It really was a cool photo. But when was there ever a photographer anywhere near them? She wondered.
Bubbles finally gained her composure, and stood up straight, still holding her stomach from laughing. "Wait.. you don't think the Prof-"
"Oh shit!" She said, there was a knock on the door and they all froze.
"It's me."
They heard their cousin Emmott's voice and sighed in relief. Buttercup opened the door.
They had a very small family, it was them and the Professor, their grandparents, their uncle Eugene and their cousin Emmott. None of them saw each other that much, only at major holidays. Eugene had lived in Guam for a long time. The girls never even met him until they were around 8, he'd returned to the United States and reunited with the Professor after finding out that he had a son. His mom had died in a tragic accident and that's how Eugene had found out about him. Emmott was only a year younger than them, he had red hair to match his father's and was already quite tall, with a muscular build. He was their only cousin, and they all got along really well. But the closest to him had always been Blossom. They didn't live in Townsville so they couldn't hang out as much as they'd like, but Blossom still considered him to be one of her best friends and favorite people.
Emmott walked in the room and stood next to Blossom. "What's the gossip?" He asked, "I know something's up, spill."
Blossom smiled at him, snatching Buttercup's cell and handing it to him. Buttercup scoffed, in turn.
"Oh my god!" He said, excited. "BC... your boyfriend is hot."
Buttercup bit back her smile and took her phone. "I need to see if the paper is still outside." She headed for the door. The rest of them went back downstairs. Bubbles typed away on her phone, chatting with Boomer. And Blossom and Emmott chatted with the professor.
When Buttercup got to the front yard, there was no sign of the newspaper. She sighed. Walking back inside. One look and the others knew she didn't find it.. meaning the Professor had likely already seen it. She wasn't trying to hide it, she just wished she had been able to tell him before it shocked him.
"Come on, you kids, we're all going out to the backyard to take some family photos." Grandma Utonium announced, gesturing to the back door.
Everyone followed her outside and began arranging themselves in a group.
"Can you do that thing with the camera dear?" She asked Blossom.
She laughed, rolling her eyes. "Yes grandma." She walked over to the tripod and hit the self timer on the camera. "Let me know when you're all ready." When she got the thumbs up, she hit the button, "10 seconds." She said, dashing over and squeezing in next to Emmott. The next few minutes was a bunch of the same, changing positions and waiting on the timer. Afterwards, Bubbles walked around and snapped random photos, with Grandma's camera and others with her own cell. Blossom took some shots of Bubbles so she could send them to Boomer. And Buttercup went off to talk to the Professor, alone.
"So.. did you happen to see the paper today?" Buttercup asked, sheepishly, averting his gaze. He hadn't shown any sign of having seen it, but he would eventually.. there was no getting around that. So she might as well come clean.
The Professor raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Yes I did, I saw it just a little while ago, in fact."
She swallowed, "Yeah I just saw it too, Butch texted me a photo." She met his eyes now, "I hope you're not upset.."
"Why would I be upset?" He asked, "Because you kissed your boyfriend? You're 17, almost a legal adult. Although, we both know you girls are mature far beyond your age." He said. "You're obviously not slacking off on your duties, and Butch was even there helping fight that monster."
Buttercup scrunched her nose, confused. This wasn't how she'd expected the conversation to go. She smiled. "Oh.."
"Buttercup, I'm proud of you." He smiled, touching her cheek. "Just a couple years ago, if this had happened, you'd have done anything to hide it. Today, you didn't even wait for me to say something. You came and talked to me about it. I have absolutely no reason to be anything but proud." He hugged her now, and she smiled secretly into his chest.
"Ooh, me too!" Bubbles said, bouncing over to join their hug. The Professor held out one of his arms, waiting until Blossom joined too. Emmott snapped a photo of them.
Bubbles glanced at the clock, it was nearly 7:30pm. She and Buttercup each grabbed a pie and were about to head out the door.
"Oh girls!" The Professor called out, walking quickly into the kitchen, "If it's not too much trouble.." he opened the fridge and pulled out three covered plates. "I made some plates for the boys."
"Of course not!" Bubbles smiled, pulling a reusable bag from the cupboard and piling in the plates, carefully. "That was so nice of you! And I guarantee they won't go to waste!" The girls went to the door.
"Oh and Bubbles." The Professor said, "I want to meet Boomer at some point."
Bubbles giggled, "You will!"
When they got to the boys, Boomer let them in. First kissing Bubbles and then noticing the things they were holding. The girls set the containers on the island and Buttercup went to find Butch.
Bubbles opened the fridge, taking note of how empty it was and set the plates inside. Boomer watched her, curiously, but didn't ask any questions. And then followed her to the living room to join the others.
Brick was sitting on one sofa and Buttercup had already been pulled into Butch's lap on the other one. Bubbles sat next to Brick and Boomer went to her other side. They didn't seem to be paying attention to what they were watching. "Did you guys have a good time at Mojo's?" Bubbles asked.
"Sure." Boomer replied. "We ate breakfast for lunch." He nudged her, knowing she would get a kick out of that. She giggled. "Then he shocked all of us by pulling out the Townsville Tribune… which we didn't even know about."
Bubbles bit back her laughter and glanced at Buttercup and Butch, who were rolling their eyes. "Was.. he upset?" She asked, nervously.
"No actually." Boomer told her, laughing. "The only thing he cares about anymore is the hierarchy of his precious neighborhood." Bubbles made a mental note to ask him more on that later.
"How'd the Professor take it?" Butch asked Buttercup. "I bet he really hates me now." All eyes were on Buttercup, waiting for her answer. Even Bubbles, who also didn't know exactly how things had gone.
She shook her head, incredulously. "He told me he was proud of me." She said, receiving curious looks. "And.. I think he actually fucking likes you." She laughed.
Butch scrunched his nose, in disbelief. "Why?"
"Beats the fuck out of me." She teased.
"So." Boomer looked around the room, his eyes fell on Brick for a moment. "Blossom didn't come?" Brick tensed up a little hearing her name, unexpectedly.
Bubble pouted, poking her bottom lip out. "No.. Actually she's sleeping already." Everyone scrunched their noses in unison, taken aback.
Butch looked at his watch. "It's a little early isn't it…Even for her?"
"She barely got any sleep last night…" Buttercup answered.
Brick was suddenly more interested in the conversation, shifting in his seat. "Why?"
"She was up until 3:00am." Bubbles said. "Making pie."
Butch and Boomer laughed and Brick cracked a smile.
"For 10 fucking hours." Buttercup added.
Now the boys were really confused. A series of scrunches and eyebrow raises went around the room. "What?" Brick asked, in an almost irritated tone. "Why the fuck was she baking for 10 hours?"
Bubbles gave a guilty smile, still feeling horrible for not helping her poor sister out. "Because she's an actual angel." She explained, truly meaning what she said. "She made 16 pies from scratch last night."
"Jesus Christ." Butch's jaw dropped. Brick was still processing it. 16?
"She made two for our Thanksgiving at home, 12 for the people at the homeless shelter and two for you guys, which are on the counter." She gestured to the kitchen.
Butch perked up even more than he already was. "There's pie?" He grinned. Boomer also looked really happy to hear it, wetting his lips.
"Oh yeah, and the Professor made you some plates too. They're in the fridge, if you guys get hungry." She told them. She had hardly finished her sentence, and the three of them were already racing for the fridge. Buttercup sprawled out on the couch, making herself comfortable and Bubbles joined the boys in the other room.
"Damn! This looks great!" Boomer said, excited, heading for the microwave. Butch pushed him out of the way and stuck his own plate in there first, receiving a punch in the arm from his blonde brother. Brick was staring at the two wrapped pies on the island.
"Butch!" Bubbles ran over to him, throwing the door open, eliciting looks of confusion from them all. She pulled the plate out. "You can't put tin foil in the microwave!" She scolded him, tearing it off and putting the plate back inside. "Do you wanna start a fire?"
Butch smiled, and scruffed up her hair. "Sorry Blondie." She scoffed, entering the appropriate time and temperature for the food to reheat properly.
Boomer laughed. "You fucking idiot."
Brick lifted a flap of foil from one of the pies and peeked at it. It looked professionally made, like something you'd find at a high end bakery. He sealed it back up. Bubbles watched him, noticing he looked kind of down. "The other one is pumpkin." She said, stepping closer to him. He nodded, silently. "This is the only one she's ever made.. I think she was nervous about it." She explained. "So you'll have to let her know how it turned out.. If you like pumpkin pie, anyway." She smiled, warmly and then walked over to Boomer.
"I wish you weren't leaving so soon.." Blossom pouted, throwing her arms around Emmott.
He wrapped his arms around her neck, burying her face into him. "You know, you could visit me anytime." He raised an eyebrow. "It would only take you what, like 30 seconds to get there?" He chuckled.
"You two are the cutest." Robin said, taking a sip of her latte, smiling enviously at them. "I mean, she's my best friend.. you totally can't have her, but.." she trailed off.
Blossom rolled her eyes, gathering her things. Emmott was half way out of the coffee shop when Blossom jumped on his back. He stumbled for a second, laughing and then re-adjusted her so she wouldn't slip. "You're the one with super strength. Shouldn't you be the one carrying me?"
Blossom smiled, leaning into him. "You smell like cotton candy." She giggled. Robin took her phone out and snapped a couple photos of them. "Wait, how's my hair?" He asked, suddenly concerned with his appearance.
Blossom tousled his red hair, with her fingers, rearranging it a bit. "Perfect." Robin took a couple more, having fun playing photographer.
"Send me those!" He said, excitedly.
Just as Blossom was about to hop down, she tilted her head and spotted Brick. He was walking into a bookstore, a couple buildings down. She made eye contact with him for a brief second, before he disappeared.
Emmott and Robin had noticed him too. He whistled, "Who was that?" He asked, as Blossom slid off him.
"That's Brick." She said, "He's.. a classmate." She cleared her throat.
Robbin scoffed. "A classmate that gives her hickies." She told Emmott, matter of factly.
Blossom shot her a look. "That's not.. we're not-" she couldn't figure out what she was even trying to say. She looked down at her watch, checking the time. "We'd better head back." She said sadly. Emmott and Uncle Eugene had a flight out of Townsville in a few hours.
Emmott sighed and Robin could tell that Blossom didn't want to talk about Brick so she decided to drop it. They headed back to her car. Robin and Emmott talked about this and that while Blossom's own mind was on Brick now.
For a moment while she had been with Emmott, she'd forgotten about him, if even for only a few hours. Seeing him again sent a wave of sadness over her. Why did she have to ruin what they had? It may not have been much, but anything was better than this. It's not like she even wanted to be in a relationship with him or anything. Of course not! She just wished he wasn't so stubborn.. she likes when they got along..
Now for the first time, she realized that she was just as stubborn.. and on top of that she had been the one to cause their rift in the first place, trying to push him into something he didn't mean. That didn't even matter anyway. It was so pointless. What was wrong with her? She sunk down in the backseat a little further, suddenly feeling really guilty and embarrassed. All this because he wouldn't admit that her 'visiting' him, had an effect on him? Because he wouldn't cave and text her, admitting that he wanted her to come over? Why should he care? He'd more than likely done stuff like that with other girls, maybe he still saw other girls.. she truly didn't know.
She went into this.. this.. whatever they had… knowing that it was just between them, in the bedroom. And then she basically threw it in his face and challenged him to delete her number. More than anything she had hoped that he wouldn't.. But that was Brick. Of course he was gonna accept her challenge. What was she trying to gain out of this whole thing? It really spiraled out of control more than she ever meant. Now things were all wrong between them.
She must've been lost in thought for longer than she realized because the next thing she knew, Robin was pulling up to her house. She sighed, stepping out of the car.
"Bye!" Robin called out, "Nice to meet you Emmott."
"Send Blossom those pictures!" He called back. "Byeeee."
Emmott had left, and her sisters were out with their friends, leaving her alone at the house. This isn't how she wanted to spend the last few days of break. It was only 2:00pm. And there were three days left of the long weekend. No, she wasn't doing this, she knew she would regret wasting it once it was over. Brick said that if she texted him, he'd be 'forgiving'.. She'd deleted his number, but… She bit her lip. Should she? Shoot. Not like things could really get any worse. She reached for her cell, and texted Bubbles:
What's brick's phone number?
She hesitated for a long while and then finally, her finger hit the send button, before her brain could stop her. She threw her phone back on her bed like it was poisonous and started pacing the room. What if he changed his mind about continuing things with her? She had been a pretty big hassle.. and had realized it weeks too late.
Time for a pep talk. She walked into the bathroom to give herself some space from her phone. "Blossom." She took a deep breath, slowly exhaling. "Brick doesn't owe you anything." She looked down. Maybe that wasn't a positive message to give herself? She didn't know. She started over. "You can do this. It's only a message. If he doesn't want to meet up then that's fine. It's not the end of the world." She stared at herself in the mirror for a second. And then thinking of Brick, she decided to write herself a note:
You'll never know until you try.
She stuck it to the bathroom mirror. Then she heard her phone go off in the bedroom and froze for a second, hoping that Bubbles wouldn't ask any questions. She scoffed to herself, fat chance of that.
She picked up her phone, and read the message on the screen, without even unlocking it. It wasn't from Bubbles..
Her fingers went automatically to her lips, as a smile began to spread over her face.
I was wrong.. *Cave emoji*
There was nobody else it could be, besides him. It was Brick. He texted her. She was filled with a flood of excitement that she was almost scared by, her emotions were all over the place when it came to him. She was so anxious, she felt like she might throw up.
Okay, things could be fixed. They would be. She had let things get off track but he was trying to fix them and she would too. She took a seat at their vanity and applied some eye makeup. She didn't think she looked bad without makeup but a little definitely didn't hurt. It helped her feel more confident, accentuating her natural beauty. Her hair was straight and silky already, but she wanted to make sure she smelled extra good, so she sprayed in a bit of strawberry scented hair mist. Ooh, and lip gloss, of course.
She didn't message him back, she didn't have the energy to think of the perfect reply right now. She was just going to show up at his house. And not let herself back out. He made a move, it was her turn.
"Wear something warm." Was all he'd said. That's the only hint he would give her, as to where they were going. But still she couldn't come up with any ideas. Not that it mattered, she would've gone anywhere with him. His perfect smile and dazzling Cobalt blue eyes were truly her biggest weakness. He covered her eyes until she was in the building. As he removed his hands, she was giddy with excitement.
"Ta da!" He said, throwing his arms in the air, gesturing to their location.
Bubbles bit her lip and looked around, her chest tightening. "Oh Boomer!" She glanced around the massive room, walking closer. They were the only two people in the building, it seemed. The beautiful ice floor was completely empty of people, a sight that she had never seen. The lights were dim and music played softly in the background.
She turned to face him, looking at him with loving eyes. "How did you.. where is everyone?"
He reached for her hand, and started pulling her towards the ice rink. "I called in a favor." He said, smiling. She scrunched her nose, wondering what exactly he meant, but didn't ask. There was a bench near the entrance, two pairs of ice skates and a matching set of blue gloves and earmuffs sat there waiting for them. "We have the place to ourselves for the next two hours." He picked up the earmuffs and slid them onto her, before kissing her cheek.
Bubbles sat down to put her skates on and Boomer started walking to what looked like an office. "I'll be right back!" After a few moments she heard the music change from elevator to pop, and the volume grew, as a familiar Nsync song began playing over the speaker. She grinned stupidly. 90s pop.. well 90s and early 2000s everything really, was her absolute favorite music.
Boomer returned, sitting next to her to put his skates on too. "Boomer, you're so cute! I don't deserve you." She squealed.
When they got onto the ice Bubbles was excited, she loved to skate. When she was little Blossom used to make ice skating rinks a lot, to practice her new power. Bubbles had spent so many years on the ice that at one time she even wanted to become a professional. As she got older she realized something like that would never work, if she was going to continue to be a superhero, and that wasn't even a question in her mind. "Boomer.. you know how to skate, right?" She laughed. He was still holding onto the edge of the wall.
He smiled, sheepishly. "Well, I've never tried it..."
Her jaw fell open and she looked from him, to around the room. "It's a good thing we have the place to ourselves then." She smiled, reaching her hand out for him to take.
He raised an eyebrow, curiously. "Why?"
"It'll be less embarrassing, when you fall." She laughed.
He let go of the wall, moving slowly towards her. "What makes you think I'm gonna-"
Craaash
His skates slipped from underneath his feet and he fell backwards, landing on his butt, and pulled her down with him. They both started dying laughing. She leaned over and kissed him. "Better get used to this." She giggled.
Brick started tidying up his room, trying to take his mind off of Blossom and the fact that it had been 30 minutes and she hadn't replied to his text. A half hour wasn't even that long.. he knew that. But normally she replied a little quicker, and with them not being on the best terms.. he suddenly felt nervous.
He hadn't planned on texting her in the first place, never one to back down from a challenge. But was he really winning, if it felt like he was losing? He missed her terribly. He'd already been willing to cave the night before, after the girls brought her homemade pies by. The fact that Blossom had worked so hard and lost so much sleep, making over a dozen pies.. but still chose to include them, further adding to her workload, had not fallen short on him. He had wanted to message her so badly, not for her to come over but just to thank her or talk to her, something.. But knowing she was already in bed, it would've been more inconsiderate than anything.
Seeing her with that guy earlier… now that had really sent him over the edge. Had she already moved on? Not that there was anything to move on from. She'd said herself that there was never anything between them. That they were 'nothing' and he guessed technically they were… but he didn't like the way that felt or how it had sounded coming out of her mouth. It was certainly not how he felt.
There really wasn't anything to clean in his room, unlike his brothers, his own area was kept pretty spotless. Aside from the occasional stack of books or school stuff on his desk, and maybe a shirt or two on his bathroom floor. He sighed, walking over to the fridge and taking out the apple pie. He cut a slice, placed it onto a small plate and stabbed into it with a fork. It tasted amazing whether it was warmed or not, so he didn't bother to microwave it. He lifted a bite of perfection to his lips, and basked in it.
Knock knock
He was startled, not expecting anyone. Still holding his fork, he opened the door.
"Blossom?" He asked, surprised to see her standing there... Standing there looking god damn gorgeous. He opened the door wider to let her through.
She stepped inside, "I got your text.." she said, trying to sound casual.
"Really? Because you didn't reply.." Fuck. He didn't mean to say that out loud.
She met his gaze, "I just thought I'd stop by." She explained. He furrowed his brows and an instance of regret ran through her. "Unless.. It's a bad time." She glanced at the door. "I just assumed.. since you messaged-" She let out a nervous laugh, "I shouldn't have-"
He sat his fork on the counter and enveloped her in his arms. The second that she felt his warm skin against her own, her nerves were gone. His familiar scent and touch made her feel completely at ease. She sank into him, her mind going blank for the moment, her arms tightened around him all on their own.
He held her out of fear that she'd been about to change her mind and leave. He didn't want her to go. He couldn't bear it if she left so soon.. He had done nothing but think about her constantly for the last two weeks. The last two days had felt like actual torture, not being able to see her at all, after their last conversation.. He drew her in even closer, at the thought.
Neither of them knew how long they'd been standing in the kitchen silently embracing, it's possible that neither would've ever tried to pull away.. But a sound outside the door, forced them apart. They both looked in it's direction, curiously as Butch came floating in.
He did a double take, "Uh, hey Blossom." He smiled, closing the door.
"Hi." She smiled politely back. Blossom stole a glance at Brick, who looked a little irritated now. She bit the inside of her cheek, nervously. All of the stress that flooded away when he held her, came rushing back. Why did she feel this way? It felt horrible. She looked at the door again, wondering if she should really go now.
Brick noticed how nervous Blossom suddenly looked, and now she was eyeing the door. She was definitely gonna leave if he didn't do something.
"Eating some pie, I see." Butch raised his eyebrow in the direction of the dessert, still sitting on the island. Brick and Blossom both followed his gaze. "I know your girlfriend made them." He looked at Blossom. "But try saving some for the rest of us." He laughed.
Girlfriend? Blossom waited for Brick to scoff, or laugh or protest, but he didn't.
"She's a hell of a baker." Brick smiled at Blossom and then turned back to Butch. "So.. can't guarantee anything." He picked his fork back up and walked over to his plate, taking another bite.
Blossom tried to hide the light pink blush that crept over her face. Why was she blushing? Brick's smile? His compliment? The fact that he didn't seem to be upset at the idea of someone calling her his girlfriend?... She had thought when Butch came in, that Brick was going to send her away, they wouldn't exactly be a secret if he knew about them..
"Anytime you wanna try out a new recipe.." Butch said to Blossom, "My mouth is always open." He laughed, heading into his bedroom.
When he was shut behind his bedroom door Blossom took a couple steps closer to Brick, leaning against the counter. "Did you.. try the other one?" She chewed at the inside of her cheek again.
He nodded his head in the direction of the trash, still chewing.
Her face fell slightly, but she knew that it might not turn out. She felt bad that she'd given them a pie that she hadn't even bothered testing out first. What a terrible mistake to make.. during the holidays no less. She shook it off and smiled. "I guess I better tweak that one then, huh?" She stared at the trash can for a moment. "The apple pie wasn't great the first time either.. I really shouldn't be have sent it out-"
"Blossom. No. That's not.." He furrowed his eyebrows at her for a second and then laughed. "I meant that we already finished it. The empty pan is in the trash."
Blossom blushed, and looked away, to avoid his eye. "Oh." She laughed. Well that was embarrassing..
"Both of them taste as good as any bakery that I've ever had." He offered. "None of us had ever tried pumpkin pie before.. So I don't really have anything to compare that one to, but it was amazing."
She smiled now, watching him put the rest of the pie away. He grabbed her hand and pulled her towards his bedroom. "You really shouldn't be so hard on yourself." He muttered, under his breath.
Having been not only invited, but pulled into his room, Blossom felt herself relax. She was never this on edge around him. This time it was just different, because of their feud.. No, that wasn't the right word. But she didn't have time to think of one. Brick lifted her up, her legs instantly wrapping around him, and pushed her up against the door. When he pressed his lips to hers, she felt it all the way down to her toes, a sensation that she couldn't even begin to describe, like nothing she'd ever felt before. "Brick.." She let out a breath, unsure of what she even planned to say.
He pulled away from her slightly, moving his mouth closer to her ear. "I'm closer to wanting you to never leave than I am to wanting you to never come back." He kissed her neck, eliciting a sweet moan. Butterflies shot through her stomach in a way that she didn't even know was possible. "And I only deleted your number because I knew I still had it written down here." He kissed her again. He desperately regretted ever letting things get this way between them, but hearing her heart beating more wildly than he'd ever heard it was no small consolation.
One of his hands left it's place, at her outer thigh; he could hold her up with one arm easily. He slipped his hand gently up the bottom of her shirt, stopping for a second when he got to her stomach. He trailed kisses up her neck until he got to her ear, he very delicately nibbled at her earlobe and then moved his mouth until it was directly in her ear, then whispered as quietly as possible. "I can't stop thinking about you." His voice was so enticing and his breath was like fire, sending goosebumps across her entire body. His hand moved from her stomach, slowly travelling up the middle of her chest, landing on her heart. He wanted to feel it beating rapidly for him.
"Ah. Brick..." She swallowed, unable to even think clearly. "What are you doing to me?..." She wasn't referring to anything he was physically doing, and he understood that by her tone. She wasn't even really talking to him.. her thoughts were just spewing out.
"Good things, I hope." He carried her over to the bed now, lying her down gently, leaning in to kiss her tenderly. She let him pull her top off, and then her bra, before she reached up to help him out of his own shirt. He turned the light off, rays of sun shined through the space in the curtain, letting a decent amount of light in still.
She didn't know if he had just been whispering sweet nothings into her ear, but she was dreadfully hopeful that he meant them. More than anything they'd done so far, those few sentences had shook her to her very core. To her it was easily their most intimate moment to date. Stirring emotions in her that she truly hadn't realized were there, now she couldn't escape them. She, without a doubt, had feelings for him. His words had forced her to feel things, clawing their way into her heart. Being with him here, like this, was all she wanted right now. She needed him.
He was leaning over her, kissing her in the most passionate way she'd ever felt. Normally when the naughty ideas popped into her head, she was quick to shut them down immediately, forcing them from her mind. Today was different, physically they had done nothing but kiss, but at the first thought.. her hands went automatically to the waistband of her pants, pulling them off.
Brick pulled away from her, watching as she undressed herself, with wide eyes. The many times that she had come over, she had never taken off her bottoms. He had never seen that part of her, and he couldn't tear his eyes away.
She dropped them on the floor, showing off her curvy figure, adorned in a tiny red thong. Though she hadn't known this was going to happen before she came, she always wore cute panties to his house, just in case. She was suddenly very thankful that she'd chosen red ones today. Red demanded his attention, and she could see already that it was doing just that.
His fingers moved over her hip lightly, and continued up the rest of her body, until they were tangled in her hair. His mouth moved back to her neck, no longer able to contain himself, he started licking and suckling. The familiar sensation of his mouth on her neck, marking her as his, made her moan in delight. God, how he'd missed that sound. Her beautiful fucking voice, did something to him every time..
"I can't control myself.. when I'm with you." She said in a breathy, lustful tone, staring up at him with her big, pink, bedroom eyes.
He bit his bottom lip, in the sexiest way she'd ever seen, sending a shockwave throughout her body. "Good." He said, looking her up and down. His hand began trailing along, up her thighs, and over her underwear. She wet her lips, her eyes begged for more. His finger looped through the band of her panties, tugging at them playfully. "Then let me be in control." He said, just above a whisper. She stared into his eyes, nodding in agreement.
He smiled, pleased with her decision.
His lips found hers again, along with his tongue this time. When he moved away, both of his hands went to her hips, pulling off her underwear. His eyes lingered on her naked body, once they were off. She didn't feel embarrassed like she always thought she would, it was impossible the way he was looking at her.. like she was everything.
His fingers travelled over her inner thigh, parting her legs a little wider. Each movement sent her into a new frenzy, the anticipation was deadly.
"Tell me you want it..." He demanded deviously, teasing between her thighs. He knew she was in no position to refuse, not with that eager look in her eye.
He was playing dirty now, but she smiled, ready to give in to him. 'I'm closer to wanting you to never leave.' repeated in her head. All she could think about was how she felt about him and how recently she'd come to realize it. This was how a good girl turned into a sinner…
He was staring down at her, waiting expectantly.
Blossom gestured for him to come closer, with her finger, in a very seductive manner. Keeping his hand in between her legs, he moved his face towards hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. She moved his hair away from his ear and leaned in closer, "Brick.." She said softly, her voice drawing him in. "Touch me."
"Ahhh-" she moaned loudly. She'd hardly finished saying it and already he was pushing his fingers into her. Her right hand grasped Brick's free bicep and her left hand reached behind her, catching herself from slamming into the wall.
He watched happily as her innocent face went flush, a deep red blush appearing over her cheeks. It was exactly how he'd imagined it. He was hard from watching her, and touching her.
Brick's fingers continued to slide back and forth, but now his thumb moved to her most sensitive spot, rubbing gently. She let go of Brick's arm, and grasped at the sheets instead. Her eyes snapped shut, and her moans were the sweetest things he'd ever heard.
He reached into his pants and touched himself while he touched her. She could tell with her eyes closed, what was happening and feeling so unfathomably good herself, she wanted that for him too. Her eyes fluttered open and she met his gaze with a tempting smile. The hand that had been gripping the bed, moved up his leg, causing his eyes to go a little wider. Her hand replaced his own, taking hold of him. It was instant euphoria as soon as she touched him. Her cool touch, paired with his own hot body temperature was a sensation better than anything he'd ever dreamed of. He never expected her to be this… willing, so early on, which only further aroused him.
Gripping him, she began to slide her hand along the length of him. Having never done this before, she hoped she was doing okay. When she saw the blissful expression on his face, she quickly became more confident in her technique. He definitely looked like it felt good.. The more pleasure he felt, the more he gave, instinctively and vice versa.
She felt like something was definitely happening. Her expression changed and she threw her free hand over her mouth to silence her moans. Realizing that she was about to climax, he quickly yanked her hand away from her mouth, wanting to hear her. "Nobody's home."
He watched her intently as she tilted her head back and let out a series of glorious sounds that he hoped would replay in his mind forever. Her hand movement stopped but her grip on him tightened slightly, as her muscles started spasming. It was all too much for him... causing him to finish as well.
He removed his hand from her, and she did the same. She lay there breathing heavily, paralyzed from pleasure, for a long moment. He looked at her, waiting for her to say something. When she felt like her mind and body were finally able, she sat up, leaned into him and kissed him and kept kissing him until her lips were sore.
End Ch. (: