Of Jealousies, Quarrels and Sleepless Nights
1. Of Green-Eyed Monsters and Showers
"Mmhh…" Buttercup grumbled, rolling herself on the bed. She wrinkled her nose: her sheets smelt differently. Not the usual smell of softener and candies of her bed, but a stronger scent of wild, maybe sweat, something strong, something familiar… something she really, really liked… something…
She jerked up from the covers, wide-eyed.
The black-haired girl looked around the room slowly: the familiar, messy room with its black furniture, big TV screen still showing the opening credits of the videogame they'd been playing the night before, the mess of empty bottles and ashes and joint butts and… she immediately looked down at herself, touching her breasts and her abdomen to see if her clothes were still on: her baggy t-shirt and her shorts were still on, everything seemed fine, apart from a long, muscular arm closed around her waist. Buttercup shot a death glare at Butch, lying by her side, embracing her in his sleep. A trickle of drool was running from his mouth. The girl grimaced and then smacked him hard on the arm, making him moan, and she threw his arm away from her.
Buttercup zipped out from the bed, looking around in confusion: she frowned, massaging her temples. The night before they'd really gone all out. She looked at the time on her phone.
"Fuck!" she hissed, turning towards Butch, who just kept on sleeping, lying on his belly. "Wake up, asshole, we need to get going! It's fucking 9 a.m.!"
Buttercup flew towards the mirror, which she and Butch had covered in stupid writings and drawings using her eye-liner some time before; it made her smile immediately. She quickly combed her hair with her fingers, whistling aloud to catch Butch's attention. He immediately got up from bed, looking around, confused.
"Good morning, shining star!" she smirked, crossing her arms.
"Did we fuck?" he asked confused, looking at himself with only his pants on.
"You wish, you dork" Buttercup smiled, taking a new t-shirt from his drawer and launching it towards the boy. "We've got the tests today. Or at least, we had them, something like an hour ago."
"Then why bother? Let's just stay in bed!" he moaned, but nonetheless he started putting his t-shirt on.
Blossom walked quickly through the empty corridors of the school. Everybody was taking their exams, but she had finished early and, while looking outside the window, a teacher had come in asking for her to go to the Principal.
"Is it about the organisation of the next school event?" she'd asked, smiling friendly.
"No. Your sister." The teacher had replied, with a serious expression. No need to specify which sister.
So she'd started stalking towards Keane's office, her expression clouded, the heels of her red shoes echoing through the corridors. It was a gloomy, rainy day, and she was already out of the sorts. Blossom slowed down to give a longing look at her phone and sighed sadly when she saw no new messages.
Two weeks and three days, she counted, right before stopping front of the Principal's office. Not a call, nor a message. Two weeks and three days of utter and complete silence.
Blossom flung the door open, without knocking, which startled all the bystanders. Buttercup and Butch were sitting in front of the desk and turned towards the girl, their eyes wide open. Principal Keane was standing with her arms crossed. "Hello, Blossom. Sorry to interrupt your exam."
"I've just finished it."
"Nice, because apparently there's someone who hasn't even started them yet."
Blossom glanced at her sister and Butch, who both turned their eyes somewhere else.
"They've arrived late because they overslept due to the crime fighting of the previous night" Keane explained, a hint of suspect in her voice. "Right, Buttercup?"
"Yes, ma'am" she replied, crossing her arms, avoiding any direct look.
"Crime fighting, uh?" Blossom replied, her mouth a straight line.
"We've got no notice from police, though" Keane added, looking suspiciously at the two of them.
"Small fish, nothing serious" Butch smirked, crossing his hand behind his head and leaning comfortably against the chair, legs open.
"Yeah, just… a few car thieves, nothing… really worth calling the police…" Buttercup added, picking at her nails.
Blossom closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, immediately regretting it because she could detect that annoying smell of weed coming from both of them. Again. And maybe alcohol? And… the girl shook her head, trying to suppress her anger, letting out a deep sigh.
"You're going to take the test now, but this is the last time this is happening. This is the third and the last time I want to see you in my office, at least until Christmas holidays."
"Woah. Christmas holidays are… very, very far…" Butch whistled, impressed.
"Sure they are, Mr. Jojo. But I'm sure you really want to pass this school year, so I'm counting on you two to behave well, have I been clear?" Principal Keane asked, a disturbingly threatening smile on her lips.
"Yes, ma'am!" Blossom saw Buttercup jumping off the chair, ready to leave, but she heard the usual smack of the tongue Butch used to do before saying something nasty, and she saw her sister freezing.
"How come Brick has practically never been at school, but he's got no problem whatsoever?" Butch retorted, bitterly.
Blossom widened her eyes and she clenched her fists, Buttercup bit her lower lip and throw her head back, slapping her forehead with a silent curse.
"Brick has very important reasons to be away from school, and he's justified" Principal Keane replied, unperturbed.
"Like, really? Maths Olympics, Science Fairs? All of a sudden? He's never given a fuck about that shit!" Butch growled
"BUTCH!" all three women reprimanded.
He pushed his chair back, got up and rushed outside without saying anything.
"Um… thanks Principal Keane. See you after Christmas." Buttercup smiled nervously, zipping out of the office.
Keane was about to tell Blossom something – probably to calm down – but the girl zipped out of the door, took Buttercup and Butch along the way and forced them towards the end of the corridor, away from the rooms where students were having their exams.
"YOU" she hissed towards Butch, her pink eyes glowing in anger.
"I'm sorry I've offended your boyfriend" he chirped and immediately felt her hand on the collar of his shirt.
"He's not my…" Blossom growled, but immediately she felt her arm in Buttercup's hand, who moved her sister away from Butch.
"Calm down, oh Smart One! We're sorry, okay?" Buttercup replied, rolling her eyes.
"No, you're not sorry, I know you're not, otherwise you won't be acting like this again and again!" Blossom replied, her voice nervous and shaking "I'm tired of your lies and of your recklessness!"
"Yeah, our lies suck, but what about Brick's?" Butch retorted, smirking mischievously.
"At least, when he comes at school, he passes all of his exams with incredible votes. Something you don't do."
"Uuuuh… getting touchy about Brick…"
"I'm not!"
"Um, you guys…" Buttercup butted in, annoyed by all that ruckus "Blossom calm down! We've fucked up, but it won't happen again, I promise, okay?"
"You better keep your promise" Blossom replied, taking a few steps back.
"Or what? You're not my mother, nor Butters'."
"Butch, for God's sake, will you just shut the fuck up?" Buttercup hissed, shoving him against the wall.
"No, I won't, she's just full of shit, like Brick, and the Principal!" Butch growled and for a moment his eyes flickered with dark green light. "Where the fuck is my brother?!" he closed his fists, but he felt Buttercup's hand closing around his right wrist, as she whispered his name trying to calm him down.
"I. Don't. Know." Blossom hissed back, her expression serious and composed. "You're right, I'm not your mother, Butch. Brick has asked me to keep an eye on you while he's away, but you're free of doing what you want, it's your own business whether you want to spend another extra year in high school or not. Now, if you'll excuse me." Blossom turned on her heels and went away, breathing out slowly as she took out her phone. Her fingers glided quickly on the screen: "Come back soon or you'll only have one brother left". She stopped, looking at the last message she had sent to Brick. Two weeks and three days before. No reply.
Blossom felt her lower lip tremble and she bit hard, feeling her eyes sting. She suppressed a sob and whispered to herself. "Don't cry, Blossom. Don't cry. You're the commander and leader, you're strong, you're not crying over this." She stomped her heels and took a deep breath. She went back to her classroom, a serene, fake smile stamped on her lips.
Butch slammed his locker closed, glaring at Buttercup, who was leaning against the closets by his side. In front of them, the most beloved couple of Townsville stood, hand in hand, emanating their usual aura of love and happiness.
"So, how did the exams go?" Bubbles chirped, clutching Boomer's arm.
"Fuck… if we'd just cut class today, I would have got a better mark." Buttercup grumbled.
"Don't know Butterbabe, probably your Puff Leader would have come to get us and made us do the test using our blood." Butch sneered.
"I'm sorry" she moaned, scratching her scruff "Sometimes Blossom can be a bitch".
"Sometimes" he mocked her, giving Buttercup one of his best smirks. She felt her heart skip a heartbeat and looked away. That damn smirk, those deep, green eyes, and his hair… oh, his spiky hair… how much did she wanted to…
"What happened with Blossom?" Boomer asked, looking suspiciously at his brother.
"Nothing. She just needs to get laid pretty soon" Butch snapped.
"Hey! Don't talk like that! Poor Blossy!" Bubbles complained, pouting.
"What? She really needs to get a good fuck. Possibly with Brick, so they both would chill the fuck out" he added.
Buttercup sneered, letting herself slide along the locker towards Butch arm. The slight touch sent some delightful shivers along her arm, down along her spine.
"Oh. My. God. Butch!" a sweet, unknown voice suddenly called from behind Butch's back, making everyone startle.
Butch opened his eyes wide, turning around. "Oh…"
Buttercup shot out her head from behind Butch's back, looking at the quite tall girl with a high blond wavy ponytail, a lovely smile and big, hazel eyes.
"Oh… hi!" Butch smiled suddenly, scratching his head slightly embarrassed. "…um…"
"Peyton! It's Peyton." she chirped, chuckling lightly. "It's been quite a lot of time!"
"It sure has" Butch replied, smiling. Buttercup shot him an incredulous look: who was this kind and well-behaved little lord? "So, what are you doing here, Peyton? Thought you went to that fancy, posh private school in Citysville?"
The new girl smiled sheepishly. "Got kicked out".
"Way to go, young lady!" he gave her a fist pump and she smiled back.
"Not really, my parents were sooo mad. I was a little shaken, you know, starting off in a new school during the third year… I'm glad to see a familiar face." Peyton went on, then she turned towards the two Powerpuff Girls. "Celebrities aside, obviously. Nice to meet you, Buttercup, Bubbles!" she smiled, taking each one's hand and shaking them.
As Butch introduced Boomer to Peyton, Buttercup couldn't stop shifting her gaze between the girl and Butch: who the hell was this chick?! And why was he treating her like… like… like a real friend and not just like any other hot girl he happened to meet around school? Something inside her was stirring and she felt some kind of nausea forming inside her stomach.
"So… how's… mhhh… your…?" Butch tried to remember, scratching his temples.
"Riley?" Peyton suggested, her lovely smile dying on her lips.
"Yep! That's right, Riley!"
"…we broke up." The blonde girl replied, lowering her gaze. "You know… different families… different ways of seeing our relationship… sometimes love just… isn't enough, you know?"
"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry, really. You two seemed to be… just so right… this sucks." Butch replied in a sincerely sorry tone, putting a hand on her shoulder. Buttercup looked at his hand squeezing Peyton's shoulder and had to force herself not to let her jaw fall open. Was that jerk really flirting with Peyton in front of her?! Really?!
"I'm so sorry for you, Peyton." Bubbles murmured, a sad expression on her face. "It must have been a very tough period for you. But you can count on us, we'll help you settle in our school!"
Buttercup shot a death glare at her sister, who didn't notice at all.
"Hey, come, I'll show you around!" Butch offered, walking by Peyton's side. "Are you coming?" he asked, looking at Buttercup.
"Nope. Have fun." She retorted, sauntering off without saying anything more.
Buttercup plunged her hands in the pockets of her hoodie. She could only feel her heartbeat drumming in her chest and her teeth gritting furiously. As soon as she had turned the corner, Buttercup zipped off towards the boxing club: she really needed to punch something right away, even though that was supposed to be her Algebra lesson. Way to break her promise to Blossom not even two hours later.
"Blossom, be sure to close the door when you leave" Principal Keane smiled at the girl as she closed the door of the school library. The Powerpuff Girl had a copy of the keys of the library since sometimes she would stay there until late to study. She could concentrate better there, alone, rather than at home with her sisters screaming around.
The clock marked half past seven. The rain didn't really want to stop that day. Blossom heaved a sigh, leaning her head against her hand. Her mobile phone in front of her book, opened on the same page for about two hours. She couldn't stop thinking about Brick and the more she tried, the more she found herself thinking about him. Has there ever been a moment in her life in which she had felt so lost and suffering? She couldn't really remember. Blossom bit her lower lip: he was right. He'd always been right. Her life was perfect. She was a superhero, the whole city loved her, she had a lovely family, she was smart and beautiful. And yet all of those things didn't mean anything if he wasn't there by her side. And yet he wasn't there because of her. Because of who she was.
Blossom still remembered very well the day everything had begun. The day they had offered Brick that job. She hated them. They had simply bought Brick by using his weaknesses. Weren't they supposed to be the Good Ones?
You only see things in black and white.
Brick was right, she'd always been that way. Seeing things in black and white. When they had met, it'd been crystal clear to her: he was black and she was white. But Brick had turned out to be a wonderful shade of grey and she had fallen so hard for him, for his dark side, for his good side, for his smile, for his anger, for his intelligence, for his arrogance, for all those things she shouldn't have fallen for, but instead she did.
She threw her head on the desk, sinking in her crossed arms. FBI. They'd never been in Townsville not even once, as far as she knew, at least.
A clear criminal record for him and his brothers. Paid university. Even a job as a special agent. They'd offered Brick a way out of his criminal past, a new starting point for him and his brothers. All he had to do was help them in solving a thorny situation for which the help of a smart and powerful boy with superpowers could come in handy. A boy with no family ties and nothing to lose. Brick had accepted even though Blossom was worried as hell: he didn't know anything about this mission and he wouldn't have been able to communicate with anybody. How was she supposed to keep her cool when she wasn't able to know anything about him? When he would leave suddenly during the night without knowing when he would be back?
She knew that—
Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by a short vibration of her mobile phone.
A message flashed on it:
Brick: Where r u?
Blossom jumped forward, hastily grabbing her phone, looking incredulously at the screen.
Brick: Btw didn't need 2 brothers. U can kill Butch. Just hide the corpse
She smiled sweetly, seeing how he had replied to her morning message. She sighed in relief, pressing the phone to her chest.
Blossom: Brick! Are you okay? Are you back home? Everything's fine?
She wanted to ask him so many questions that she didn't know where to start.
Brick: Where r u?
Blossom rolled her eyes. She hated when he avoided her questions.
Blossom: School library.
Blossom: Had a fight with BC and didn't want to meet her at home. Where are you?
Blossom had started to quickly pack her school bag. Maybe Brick was going to be back soon and she wanted to be ready to meet him as soon as she could. Maybe tomorrow already? She felt her heartbeat going crazy. He was alive. Everything's was fine. She could start to breathe normally again, the weight on her chest finally gone.
She smiled as she put her bag on her shoulders, taking the keys ready to leave, when she heard a tap on the glass door of the library.
She turned around. Her bag and the keys fell to floor.
Brick was on the other side of the glass, his usual, alluring smirk on the lips.
Blossom zipped out of the library as fast as she could, throwing herself against the boy, who didn't budge. Brick closed his arms around Blossom's waist, keeping her up as she sank her face against his neck, her arms clutched around his shoulders.
"You're back…" she whispered, feeling his hands caressing her back and her hair.
"Did you miss me, commander and leader?" he murmured, his hot breath against her ear.
She shivered slightly, putting her lips against his ear. "Maybe".
A little, purple, horrid monster went flying at an incredible speed against the wall of the skyscraper. Then another one. And again.
Bubbles hid behind the window of the simulator, afraid that Buttercup might crush even the unbreakable glass dividing the console from the fighting area.
Inside the simulation, Buttercup grabbed the tail of a giant dinosaur, making it swirl at high speed until she crashed it against another building.
"Oh Peyton, come this way, I'll show you THE FUCKING WAY OUT THIS SCHOOL" she growled, furiously, before taking another monster. "Oh Peyton, I'm so sorry you broke up with your boyfriend, LET ME HELP YOU OUT OF YOUR MISERY!" Buttercup threw the monster against the window, making Bubbles jump again.
"Um… hey, Buttercup…" the blonde girl whispered shakingly at the microphone.
"WHAT?!" her black-haired sister snapped, angrily, kicking violently a big mutant bear in front of her.
"Um… it looks like… you're a bit…"
"A BIT WHAT?"
"…Je…"
"JE?"
Bubbles gulped nervously. "…jealous?"
"OF WHAT?!" And so went a jelly monster, splashed on the ground.
"Um. Of Butch and Peyton?"
The sound of those names made something crack inside Buttercup's mind. Her eyes blazed a light, fluorescent green, and she shot a powerful beam from her eyes, which destroyed all the monsters and the buildings inside the fighting simulation. She screamed before exiting the door of the training room.
Bubbles was looking at her, a perplexed look on her face.
"You. Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Buttercup heaved, out of breath.
She remained still under the cold water of the shower for almost half an hour, her eyes closed, absorbed in a kind of meditation. Trying not to think about anything but her heartbeat.
As she was drying her hair with her towel, Buttercup felt her phone vibrating and looked at the screen.
Butch: Wna come over? Videogames & sleep over?
Buttercup: U wish u jerk
Butch: The fuck?!
Buttercup: Ask ur new bestie
*BUTCH IS CALLING*
Buttercup snorted and kept on drying her hair.
Butch: can u answer
Butch: come on
Butch: who s ma bestie?
Buttercup chewed her inner cheek, then grabbed the phone.
Buttercup: thought u weren't into blondies
*BUTCH IS CALLING*
Buttercup turned on the hair dryer, whistling a song and ignoring the call.
Butch: PICK UP BITCH
*BUTCH IS CALLING*
*BUTCH IS CALLING*
*BUTCH IS CALLING*
Butch: if u don't pick up I'ma coming to ur house
Buttercup put on her pyjamas and went to the living room. That night was Bubbles' turn to cook dinner.
"Where's Blossom?" Buttercup asked, turning on the TV as she floated over the sofa.
"She's not home yet." Bubbles chirped. Suddenly, that annoying happy and loving song that was Bubbles' ringtone started to play from the kitchen table. "Hellooo?"
Buttercup grumbled: she hoped she would hang up soon, she was hungry. And her phone calls with Boomer could go on for hours. She smiled as soon as she found a basketball match on TV.
"Mhhh, yes, hang on a sec!" Bubbles was in front of Buttercup, the name Butch on her phone "It's Butch for you".
"What the fu— I don't wanna talk to him!" Buttercup snapped back, jumping on the sofa.
"Mhhh… she doesn't want to talk to you" Bubbles replied, looking confusingly at her sister. "He's asking why."
"…'cause I just don't wanna. He's to clingy, for God's sake!" Buttercup burst out, trying to snatch her sister's phone.
"He's asking who's his new bestie!"
"JUST HANG UP, BUBBLES!"
"Uuuuh! Now I get it!" a mischievous smile appeared on Bubbles lips "I think Buttercup is jealous of Pey—"
Buttercup managed to grab Bubbles phone and to throw it outside the window.
"OH NO!" Bubbles screamed and she zipped towards the device, while a stewing Buttercup went to catch her phone, ready to write a long message of insults to Butch. But he was faster.
Butch: soooo… ur jealous of me, mhh?
Buttercup cussed silently, looking at ceiling in despair.
Buttercup: I ain't. bye.
Butch: don't be jealous, ur my only 1 3
Buttercup: GOODNIGHT BUTCH
Butch: c u in my dreams 3
That fucker. As soon as Bubbles came back, Buttercup shot her a death glare.
"Are you happy now? Now that fucker will just get on my fucking nerves! For like FOREVER!" Buttercup snapped at her sister. "Why can't you just mind your own business?!"
"Well, you should've answered his phone calls! But obviously you didn't, because you've been stewing all day on Peyton and Butch just because YOU'RE JEALOUS!"
"I'M NOT JEALOUS OF THAT STUPID CHICK WITH A STUPID FAKE SMILE!"
"SHE'S A NICE GIRL! NICER THAN YOU, REALLY!"
"OF COURSE SHE IS. EVERYBODY'S NICER THAN ME!" Buttercup retorted and, with a low growl, she zipped off to her room.
Buttercup threw her phone on Blossom's bed and let herself fall on her own. She hugged her green blanket and sighed heavily. What the fuck was she thinking? Why hadn't he told her about this Peyton? How had he met her? When? Had they been friends for a long time? Had they been something more? No, apparently, she'd had a boyfriend, that Riley, and Butch seemed to know him as well. Why was she feeling so upset? She bit her lower lip and buried her head in her pillow. Buttercup felt the answer twinging, deep down inside, but she didn't want to hear it. So, she just shut her eyes, inhaled deeply and put on her headphones, face lying down on the cushion.
The library was enveloped in darkness: it was now late evening and the rain hadn't stopped falling on the city of Townsville.
Blossom bit her lower lip, suppressing the trembling moan that was about to escape her lips. In the centre of the library, two figures were hugging, pressed together, a unique shadow moving slowly in unison.
Brick was sitting on a chair and Blossom sat astride on his lap, their bodies brushing against each other, her hands lost through his hair, his naked chest hot against hers. His shirt and cap lay on the ground while Blossom's blouse was unbuttoned and had slipped down her shoulders, now bare, her laced pink bra exposed to Brick's hot kisses. He bit lightly the small nipple that was perking up through the fabric, playing it with his tongue. It then travelled slowly along the cleavage of her breasts, and then up to her collarbone, her slender neck, the back of her ear. His fingers had slipped under her pink tartan skirt and were now drawing light circles on her thighs, sending shivers all over her legs and especially up to her most hidden place.
"Brick…" Blossom moaned breathlessly against his neck, digging her nails in his bare shoulder, her body trembling against his.
She was totally out of control; Blossom knew that whenever she was alone with Brick, she wasn't able to resist him. There had always been this kind of magnetic attraction between them that would draw them together, even if they were arguing about something, or even when they had been enemies. Blossom thought it had to be just a teenage infatuation, but had soon come to terms with the fact that it wasn't something stupid or superficial; it was a feeling of which she couldn't get rid of, and instead of going away, it just kept growing stronger and stronger, to the point that trying to ignore it hurt so damn much. In the end, they both had to give in to the feeling and everyday had suddenly started to feel so amazing, so full, so complete. Blossom and Brick completed each other and she couldn't think of anything else now that she was finally back in his arms. Her shyness and her control would thaw away, melted by the heat of Brick's presence; she'd also learned a new, sensual side of her own personality, something she wouldn't have thought to possess; at the same way, with Blossom by his side, he had started to behave better and had learned to be less rough and unfriendly.
Blossom felt Brick loosening his embrace, trying to put a distance to look at her face, but she wasn't ready to let go just yet, so she hugged him closer so that she could bite his neck slightly. As soon as she did, she felt Brick's body trembled and a sensual, low groan escaped his lips. His hands slipped up her thighs, up to her rear, and she pressed herself more against Brick's hard groin. The boy threw his head backwards, biting his lip hard, and he huffed hard, his eyes closed.
"Blossom… you're really…" he grumbled, suffering.
The girl smiled mischievously, lowering herself on him once again, her arms around his neck, her forehead against his, nose to nose.
"This is your punishment for being a bad boy who hasn't written for two weeks" she chirped subtly, letting her fingers slide along his bare chest. She stopped at a long, horizontal scar which was still healing despite the Chemical X running through Brick's veins.
"Mh… you know I… couldn't…" he gulped, as he felt Blossom's hand reaching for the buckle of his belt, her fingers ready to unbuckle it.
"Then I'd be a bad girl for revenge" she whispered against his ear, sending out a light ice breath against his neck which made him tremble.
As soon as Blossom had unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, Brick picked her up from the rear and she laughed merrily, clutching hard around his neck. He laid her down on the table of the library, kissing her deeply as he let his hands slide along her thighs, reaching the elastic band of her panties to take them off…
Suddenly, they quickly stood up, looking towards the glass door. Thanks to their superhearing, they had both heard some strange noises coming from some corridors away.
"Apparently the security guard has heard your supermoans" Brick smirked, as he quickly picked up his shirt and cap from the floor.
"I can't believe this guy… he usually just sleeps in his office!" Blossom pouted as her hands buttoned her shirt as fast as they could.
They had already zipped out of the library when the security guard arrived.
Blossom and Brick flew to his car and entered it as they kept on laughing, all wet because of the pouring rain.
"I can't believe we've almost got caught!" she breathed, dumbfounded.
"Nah, we were too fast… even though I can picture the titles of the newspapers… Powerpuff Leader caught making out with ex-criminal in the school library. That's a real shocker" Brick smirked, his crimson eyes glowing briefly in the darkness of the inside of the car.
Blossom shot him an annoyed look while she did her hair.
"I'm sure the Professor would gladly buy a copy of the paper" she replied.
"Yeah, even frame it and put it in the corridor."
"I can already picture it" Blossom laughed, lightly.
"Me too. Or even better, directly on my tomb. Here lies the courageous, fool boy who tried to steal away my perfect daughter. And happily died for it. I've always wanted an epic death." Brick sneered, but saw a serious expression on Blossom's face. "Oh com'on, I was just joking."
"Yeah, well… not the kind of joke I like in this moment" she huffed, crossing her arms with an upset expression.
Brick rolled his eyes and plumped against the seatback.
"Blossom, baby… we've already talked about this…" he sighed, pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose.
"I know, I know. I don't want to argue about this. It's just that… that wound on your chest and all those bruises… even with your X, they seem… pretty bad." Blossom bit her lip and lowered her eyes, her hands writhing.
Brick looked at her hands for a second, before moving his eyes to the outside dark and rainy world.
"You know… there are things out there that… are far beyond our capacities." He breathed, softly, his expression hard "At least I'm learning to be humble, that's a positive of this situation."
"I just hope your mission will be over soon" Blossom's voice came out a bit strangled and she hated herself for that.
"It is over" he replied, looking down at his knees.
"Really?!" her eyes brightened and she took Brick's hand, which didn't return her grasp. Blossom looked at him suspiciously. "But… there's a but, right?"
Brick didn't reply. He took his hand back and put it against the wheel, clutching it hard, his knuckles going white.
"I was… considering… I mean… they offered me—"
"No."
"Blossom."
"NO. I don't care, whatever it is they've offered you, I don't care. These FBI agents arrived with their offers and their promises and they've swept you away from us, from your family, from your school, from me, from everything to… to… and you've always come back hurt and scarred and… and I don't want this. Not anymore."
"Blossom… I need a work to…"
"Well, you can have all the jobs you want after this. They've cleared your criminal record, right? You can go to all the universities you want, you can become the best in everything you'll decide to do! There's no need for you to go out and risk your life and—" Blossom paused, feeling Brick's annoyed eyes on her.
"Really? Are you really giving me this lecture? You, Miss Save The Day Before Bedtime? Oh, please." He growled.
"Well, that's why I am, what I've always been. But when I asked you if you wanted to become a superhero, you refused! So why now? FBI agent, yes, Townsville Superhero, no?!" she burst out.
"Somebody prefers keeping low profiles, you know." He retorted in a sarcastic tone.
"Oh Brick, please, please…" Blossom rubbed her temples, a suffering expression on her face.
"Okay, okay. Let's just stop for tonight, okay?" he put his hands up, glaring at her with those deep, fiery eyes.
"Okay." She whispered slowly, lowering her eyes. At least, they've learnt when to stop a fight. Sometimes, in the past, they would go on for hours and hours.
Blossom felt her chest heavy again. Why did they have to fight after not even an hour from his return? Oh, she hated that situation. She really did.
"Do you wanna come home with me?" he asked then, calmly, as he started the car.
"No, I'd rather go home. The Professor is away, but my sisters are waiting and I'm already very late."
The trip home was silent. Blossom recognised Brick's trouble expression: he didn't seem to be upset, but he looked deep in thought. She just wanted to spend a few happy and carefree days with him, but apparently things weren't going the way she wanted them to. They never really did.
The car stopped in front of her house. The rain had stopped.
Blossom turned to say goodbye and Brick gave her a little peck on the lips.
"If you change your mind, I'll leave the window open. In any case, I'll see you tomorrow." He whispered, his voice low and husky.
Oh well. If you ask with that sexy voice of yours…
Blossom sighed. Damned sexy Brick.
"Okay" she replied and took the collar of his shirt to bring him closer for a goodnight kiss. A very long and intense one.
Buttercup threw her head back, her black hair still damp after the shower. The girls of her team had been fast to shower and get changed and the locker room was empty. Even though she was usually the fastest one, that time she'd decided to take it slowly. She had put on her shorts and had just finished lacing her black bra when she heard the sound of a shower turn off. She hadn't realised someone was still showering. She shrugged and took out her duffel bag from the locker, searching for her tank top, when she saw a tall shadow leaning against the entrance to the showers.
Buttercup turned around and flinched once she realised Butch was standing there, half naked, wearing only a white towel around his waist. He was still wet from the shower, his black hair shining with droplets through his short locks. His silver necklace hung around his neck and against his well-built, damp chest.
Buttercup wanted to say something, but she stood there, stunned, as the only thing she could think was OH. MY. GOD. BLOODY. HELL. AY. CARAMBA.
Basically, she just stood and stared at his six-pack and his large shoulders.
He smirked, a satisfied grin on his lips.
Mercy on me.
"B…" she started to say, but her voice came out croaked. She coughed slightly. "Butch Jojo. What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing. Here."
He didn't reply and only leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, that sexy sneer on his lips.
"Okay, okay, I get it, play dumb." Buttercup added quickly, her voice more trembling than she wanted it to be. She turned nonchalantly towards her locker to close it. "Just FYI if they catch you in the girls' changing room, you'll get a good punishment. What if there's somebody naked around… plus, I'M half naked, so if you could just stop look—" but her words died on her lips as soon as she realised Butch was now standing there, right behind her back, his hot breath against her neck. That stealthy bastard.
Buttercup was about to complain, but she felt his hand on her hips and she winced; suddenly, she felt incredibly self-aware of that intense and hot feeling boiling inside of her. Her breath became rough and laboured and she didn't protest when Butch's hands travelled up along her well-defined sides, her worked-out abs, up to her breasts where a hand stopped to fondle her while the other one travelled along her neck, up to her jaw. A finger caressed her lower lip and she bit it slowly, letting out a brief sigh, as Butch took her chin and roughly turned her face against his own. Buttercup didn't wait any longer and plunged herself towards his lips. She practically bit his lower lip and he responded by sliding his tongue through her mouth, already open on his. The kiss was frantic, wild, rough, almost painful at the beginning; but his tongue… oh, his tongue. It was moving against her own so slowly, but with such intensity that she felt her brain shut down completely.
Butch shoved her against the locker, his hands sliding down towards her shorts: one hand grabbed her butt cheek and the other one slid to the front, underneath her panties, caressing her already drenched inner spot.
"Butch" she sighed, out of breath, as she felt his long, callous finger caressing her clit and her most inner, soft part. "Oh… boy…" she shuddered.
Buttercup opened a little more her legs and rested her forehead against his bare chest, which she licked and then bit hard, as soon as she felt his fingers reaching for her insides. She moaned deeply and suddenly distanced herself, his hand leaving her shorts.
"Butch" she groaned again, reaching for his towel and untying it. Buttercup took her shorts and panties off, off went her bra as well, and pushed Butch down on the bench; she sat astride on him and readied herself to welcome his hard dick in her, as she brushed against him again and again. He embraced her hard against him, crushing her face against his in another set of rough and wild kisses.
Suddenly, she felt something big entering her and a shocking wave of pleasure ran through all her being.
"BUTCH!" she moaned out loud, clutching hard his shoulders and burying her head against his collarbone.
BUTTERCUP!
"BUTCH!". She felt him thrusting deeper inside her, her brain completely shuttered.
BUTTERCUP!
BUTTERCUP!
Buttercup jumped up on her bed with a deep sigh. She turned slowly to her side, just to find Blossom sitting there, on her bed, a perplexed and inquiring expression on her face.
"Rise and shine, Buttercup" she chirped, ironically.
"Oh. Um. Hi Blossom. What the… um… what time…?"
"Almost midnight, I guess. I was coming to bed and heard your… mh… moans? Screams? What were you dreaming exactly, Buttercup?" Blossom smirked, an amused expression on her face.
Buttercup bit her lower lip, hard.
"Nothing. Really. Just… um… you know… nightmares." She replied quickly, bringing her knees to her chest to cover her hardened nipples. She also felt drenched between her legs.
"Nightmares involving Butch, I guess?" Blossom laughed lightly as she got up from her bed.
"Yeah. Every dream starring Butch is basically a nightmare."
"It seemed to be a very intense nightmare." Blossom eyed her, sceptically.
"Very, very intense. Yes. Intense. That's the word." Buttercup replied, looking blankly at the wall in front of her, where some photos of the girls with their friends hang. She looked at the picture where she was hugging Butch after they'd won a volleyball match against Blossom and Brick at the beach. Bubbles loved that picture. And so did she, but she would have never admitted it.
"Well then… I'll see if all the doors are safely locked and if everything's in order in the lab before going to bed." Blossom said as she wrote something on her phone and headed distractedly towards the door. "You're lucky that Bubbles sleeps like a log" she sneered again, closing the door to avoid the pillow Buttercup had thrown her.
"Oh, fuck you!" Buttercup hissed, before throwing her blanket over her head. She resisted the urge to use her fingers to finish what her dream had started. She cussed instead and put her headphones on again, hoping to get some sound and dreamless sleep.
Blossom closed the front door silently and took off, careful to low-fly in order not be seen around the city, even though it was already past midnight.
She carefully landed by Brick's window, which was fully opened – he and his constant boiling body temperature, she smiled as she gracefully jumped inside his room.
Brick was lying on his bed, wearing an undershirt and underwear shorts (and his cap), reading a book. He looked up at her and smirked. "I didn't think you would come".
"I'm a girl full of surprises" she smiled as she took off her jacket and closed the window.
"Hey, I'm boiling" he complained in a low voice, careful not be heard by his brothers.
Blossom zipped to his bed, directly onto his lap and into his arms. "Well, I'm freezing."
"Time to warm you up, then." He sneered and took her down on the bed, kissing her deeply.
Blossom sighed and hugged him tightly.
Brick was finally back.
Nothing else mattered.
[to be continued...]
Notes:
Hey there! Lately I've come back to this fandom, also thanks to some wonderful fanarts I've found online which got me really inspired.
Not a very original story, I just needed to write down some smut between the Greens and the Reds because omg they're always so hot. Best ships ever.
Btw I'm not an English native-speaker, so I write to practice (and no beta ). Any suggestions are always gladly accepted!
Thank you for reading. 3