Waking up next to Brick had become a fairly regular thing, over the last two months she'd spent almost as much time at his house as she did at her own.

They hadn't put a label on anything, or even talked about them at all really.. She wasn't looking for anything serious anyway, let alone with Brick. Somehow that idea felt more strange to her than the idea of them just casually fucking. Still, she couldn't believe how quickly she'd become attached to him. She couldn't deny that she felt a connection with him, but she was pretty sure it was mostly a physical thing. The attraction she felt towards him was electrifying. Their bodies pulled together like magnets every time they were close, they couldn't seem to keep their hands off each other. He was still him, assertive and unrelenting at times. She, being the more timid one, often followed, instead of leading… Unless alcohol was involved, anyway. Ironic, since she was a natural born leader. That part had nothing to do with Brick, she had always followed the guy's lead in the bedroom, possibly due to having less experience. Being so sexually aroused, that she was willing to say or do almost anything he said… that was very new and had everything to do with it being specifically Brick. It was as foreign as it was thrilling.

Naturally they'd gotten to know each other better as the weeks carried on. He knew more about her, since she didn't dare ask about his line of work and he didn't offer anything about it. She couldn't bring herself to think about what kinds of horrible things he might do when she's not around.. When it crossed her mind she felt sick with guilt. But she didn't actually know that he was up to anything bad.. at least that's what she told herself so she could continue to see him. Truly though, she didn't believe he was up to anything too crazy, likely just petty crimes.

Until he had shown back up in her life, she hadn't realized how mundane everything had been.. How empty she truly was. It had felt like she'd been living the same day for years and years and it was a terribly unpleasant way to live. She felt bad for even thinking it. It wasn't something that anyone knew about her, and for years she had denied it even to herself. She'd thought about seeing a therapist, but ultimately decided against it, not trusting that confidential would actually mean confidential when it came to a Powerpuff. Instead, her journal was her confidant.. The only proof that she was suffering from undiagnosed depression. The few boyfriends she'd had over the years would bring on a temporary halt, keeping it at bay.. at least in the beginning.

She'd withdrawn even from her sisters more and more as time went on. She loved her family and Townsville and cared about all the citizens, she loved helping people.. She'd never give up being a hero, if she did her life would have no meaning whatsoever. At the same time.. It kind of felt like a curse. It weighed heavy on her heart, and she hated herself for feeling this way. But once she was old enough to really understand that this was her life forever… The hopelessness she felt at never having had a choice, was crushing.

She loved school and was currently enrolled in Townsville's community college, taking what classes she could, while maintaining her hero status. If she'd had the ability to choose her own future, she would've happily accepted one of her many ivy league offers and been a Chemist. But she was trapped, forever in Townsville, with no sense of self purpose. And again, even thinking these selfish thoughts made her all the more upset with herself. People needed her, she saved countless lives. How could she possibly only consider her own feelings?

Since she'd started sleeping with Brick, and spending so much time with him, things had gotten better for her. Actually, she felt happier than she had in so many years. It blew her mind that her main source of comfort was coming from someone who used to attack her every time he saw her. Well… She smiled. He still did that, just in a different way now.

The rough and sometimes degrading sex that she had with him made her feel more alive than she ever had. She was so fucked up that being roughed up by a villain was the only way to make her feel alive. Crazy. If anyone knew the real her, the her that only she knew… Everyone else would hate her too. There was no doubt in her mind about that.

Her semester of college had ended the previous week and she'd had a bit more spare time, which Brick demanded almost all of. Though he was only a temporary pain reliever, she was extremely thankful for him. Previously when she didn't have school to distract her, things had gotten worse mentally. She shook the thoughts from her mind, needing to get out of that headspace.

Brick had some work to do the day before, so she hadn't seen him at all. He had given her a key a couple weeks ago, so she could come over whenever, and she'd used it to let herself in last night. Brick was already asleep, so she'd just crawled in next to him.

Waking up that morning, Blossom was feeling particularly aroused.. It wasn't very often that they didn't have sex, let alone see each other for a whole day anymore. She still couldn't bring herself to admit that she wanted him... She knew, but letting him know was a whole different story. Even though she let him fuck her, usually multiple times a day, she was just too nervous to initiate very often. Holding onto her image was one of the only things holding her together at all. Sleeping with him was one thing.. But if he knew how dependent on him she had become, she felt like she'd have lost herself entirely.

She rolled over to glance at him, he looked really at peace when he slept. She smiled at him, and not thinking about it, reached out to touch his jaw. Before her hand made contact, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulling her over to him. She squealed in delight, suddenly being so close to him. Her heart was already racing and they hadn't even started the day yet. How could one person have this big of an effect on her?

"I hope you didn't sneak in here to take advantage of me in my sleep.." He deadpanned.

The smile on her lips widened, and she leaned down to kiss him. "I'm not that kind of girl."

"What kind of girl are you then?" He raised an eyebrow, suggestively.

She rolled her eyes and climbed on top of him, running her hands up his stomach and over his chest teasingly. "I don't know, you tell me."

"I think you're the type of girl who wakes up in the morning and wants it balls deep." He pulled her down by the back of the neck, until he was at her ear. "But won't fucking admit it for some unknown reason." He let her go.

"I don't know what you mean." She said in a fake innocent voice, shifting on top of him.

He smirked. "I bet you're really horny today… From getting nooo attention yesterday.." He watched her blush. "But you're out of luck, because I'm not gonna fuck you." She didn't even realize that her bottom lip had pouted out, but he noticed right away. "I want to.. but you haven't been a very good girl. And I don't think you deserve it..."

Blossom's chest tightened a little at his words. "How?"

"How.. what?" He asked.

She scoffed, and hesitated for a moment. "How haven't I?" Her voice was quiet.

His eyes turned a deeper shade of red, and a mischievous smile formed on his lips. "How haven't you.. What?" He enunciated the last word.

"Brick. Why are you doing this to me?" She complained. He stayed silent, waiting for her to ask again. She sighed. "How haven't I been… a good girl?" She almost choked on the last part.

He smiled, satisfied. "I know you want my dick Blossom. But you refuse to show me."

"What does that even-"

"It means.. If you want it then take it. I'm not initiating today." The look on his face was pure evil.

She swallowed. "Ugh. You know I…" she trailed off, averting his gaze. "Can't.."

He grabbed her chin and forced her to look him in the eye. "You have before."

"With the help of half a bottle of wine..." She got up and stood at the edge of the bed. "You want me to get drunk at 10am?"

Brick sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. "Nobody makes you do that. You could just stop being so shy when you have no reason to be."

She shook her head slightly, "I don't wanna be drunk, I hate not being able to remember what happened…" She thought for a second, maybe it was unfair of her.. Maybe he just wanted to feel wanted occasionally too. And she did want him. "Okay." She agreed, pulling away from him to head downstairs.

He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back over to him. "There's another way to get you to loosen up."

She narrowed her eyes, "I'm not taking ecstacy.. If that's what you're getting at."

He laughed, finding it funny that she would even have thought of that. "No drugs involved. You'll remember everything." He kissed her gently on the lips. "Maybe it'll help you realize that everything will be okay and you'll feel more comfortable on your own after a few.. sessions." Her face showed how confused she was, she had no idea what he was talking about.

"Do you trust me?"

"No." She didn't even have to think about it.

He smirked, but was undeterred. He pulled her onto his lap, moved her hair back and put his mouth to her neck, tasting her skin. She felt her body going weak already. He tilted her chin to look at him. "I'm not gonna hurt you." He whispered, with more sincerity than she'd ever heard from him. He kissed her cheek now. "And you'll remember everything."

Her heart was racing now, from what? She didn't know. "Okay. What do I do?"

"Relax." He whispered. "And kiss me."

She took a deep breath and then shifted on his lap so that she was completely facing him, straddling him, before she began to kiss him. It quickly grew more passionate. His words had affected her, and his tone.. She felt like there was something behind them and it made her trust him, even after she had just admitted she didn't.

After a few minutes, Brick pulled away from her lips and looked into her eyes. "Blossom." His voice was calm and alluring. He touched her lips and then gently moved his fingers down her neck. Her breathing slowed and she stared into his beautiful crimson eyes, mesmerized. "I want you to do something for me baby." She nodded. "Don't take your eyes off of mine." She nodded again. Slowly the color began to fade from his deep, red eyes, until they were pitch black. The only sign of life in them were the white spots where the light was reflecting. He began to stroke her hair, and she kept her eyes focused on his, unblinking. "Blossom. Today I want you to express your sexual desires. Act on impulse. Say and do whatever you want, sexually, without feeling inhibited. You will remember everything, aside from this conversation."

"Okay." She nodded. The color returned to his eyes and he continued to run his fingers through her hair. She Blinked a few times and scrunched her nose. "Well?.." She asked, confused. He smiled and her heart almost gave out. "That smile is deadly."

"Is it?"

She bit her lip, nodding. "I'm surprised you haven't killed me already." Her voice was already dripping with desire, pupils dilated. It was such a turn on, he felt himself get hard beneath her. She felt it too, and immediately pressed her lips into his. It was desperate, and hungry. She bit his lip, tugging at it with her teeth and then sucked on his tongue. "Mmm you taste good." She moved to his neck, licking and moaning into him. "You're so hot." She pushed him down, against the bed, "I just wanna lick you."

"Lick me." He smirked.

She slid her tongue down his chest and over his abs, leaving her lustful mark on him. That goddamn smirk never left his face. She listened as his heartbeat quickened. "You're so cocky, you know that?" Her hand rubbed over the top of his underwear, feeling his erection. "Sooo cocky."

"You love it." His voice was low and breathy.

She slid down to the ground, between his legs and pulled his boxers off. She took hold of him, stroking him a few times and then licked him from the base to the tip. "If you were anyone else I could never stand that smug attitude." She licked him again. "But it's sexy on you.. it makes me want you even more." She lowered her mouth now, taking him inside. Her ice cool breath, mixed with his fiery hot body, and caused a sensation that was unreal. She looked into his eyes, smiling with her own, gliding her mouth over him. Once he was slippery enough she took him down her throat almost all the way, gripping onto the space she couldn't fit with her fingers. She quickened her pace, not once thinking about all the lewd sounds that she was making. Normally those sounds would've deterred her, even though they were a big part of the experience for him.

"Oh fuuuuck." Brick moaned and his hand went to the back of her head, automatically. She felt him push her down slightly and she moaned into him. He removed his hand once he realized what he was doing, not knowing if she'd like it. When she immediately reached for it again, pulling him back, he almost lost it. This time he guided her head, pushing her down deeper, to take every throbbing inch of him. She was choking on his dick, but kept going. Jesus Christ she was amazing. "Blossom, I'm gonna cum." His husky voice was barely over a whisper, it was all he could manage in his pleasured state. He groaned, erupting deep in the walls of her throat. When she lifted off of him, tears were streaming from her eyes and she was smiling, happily.

He pulled her onto the bed and she laid down next to him, running her finger over his chest. "You taste sooo good." She moaned.

"You are so goddamn sexy." He growled into her hair.

She giggled and reached up to her neck. "You hurt my throat Brick, are you gonna kiss it?" He smiled at her in a way that she'd never seen before, it made her heart skip a beat.

"I'm sorry baby." He rolled over and gently kissed her up and down her neck. "Do you forgive me?"

"I'll forgive you if you promise to do it again." She winked before getting up and heading into the bathroom to brush her teeth. She knew Brick wouldn't kiss her until she did. He was a bit of a hypocrite.. he makes her kiss him no matter where his mouth has been, not that she minded anymore.

When she got back in bed he stared at her for a long time, bewitched by her. He rolled her over, and cuddled into her from behind, gently trailing his fingers along the curve of her hip and the dip of her waist, beneath her shirt. When he was like this.. affectionate, it was hard to even remember that he was a villain. That he had once gone for the jugular every time he'd seen her. At times like this, she could feel herself falling.. past the point of no return.

"Brick."

"Hmm?" He buried his face into the back of her neck, taking in the scent of her hair.

Her mind felt strange. "Did you drug me?" She let out a quiet laugh. "I feel like I'm floating.."

He furrowed his brow, "I hardly think I need to drug you. But you feel okay.. Right?"

"I feel.. free." She smiled into his arm. "Loose.. Reborn almost? Idunno, what the fuck is wrong with me."

"There's nothing wrong with you."

She sat up now, sweeping her hair into a high ponytail, to get it out of her face. "Why did you leave?"

He was confused at first. "What- You mean when I left here.. at 16?"

"Yeah."

"I just.. needed to get away. I fucking hate this place sometimes." He shrugged.

Biting her inner cheek, she nodded, understandingly. Which he found peculiar, but didn't get a chance to ask about. For some reason Blossom didn't feel embarrassed. "You know.. I think I used to have a little crush on you."

He sat up now too, staring at her in disbelief. "We fought every time we saw each other... for years."

"I know, I can't explain it." She rolled her eyes. "I don't know if you remember this, but… the last time we fought, you choked me and slammed me up against a wall…" He nodded, curiously. "I almost kissed you.." She added. His mouth fell open slightly, trying to process. "And then you were gone for seven years."


Brick finally took a shower, he had laid in bed naked, covered in Blossom's dried saliva for hours. When he got out he patted himself dry before walking into his bedroom fully naked, towel drying his hair.

Blossom was scrolling through her phone when he walked in, no matter how many times she saw and felt his body, she never got tired of it. She couldn't tear her eyes from him, he was the most attractive man she'd ever seen, in more ways than one. She threw her shirt on the floor and walked over to him, smiling. He smirked and let her pull him back to the bed.

"You know, I just took a shower.. to clean up the last mess you made on me."

She sat on his lap, rocking back and forth on him. "Are you refusing me? Because I'm sure that I could find somebody else." She teased.

Brick's eyes turned so dark, they were on the verge of black. Before she knew it, he had slammed her into the wall by her neck. Her eyes were wide. "Don't ever fucking say something like that to me again."

A surge of panic ran through her.. nope… not panic. Thrill? Her heart was hammering in her chest and she felt herself getting wet as he stole her breath. Only when she felt like she might pass out, did Blossom finally reach for the hand that was currently around her throat, trying to pull it off. "Bri- Brick." She finally managed through stifled breaths. Obviously if it got too out of hand, she could use her powers but that was a last resort, and not something she wanted to do. He seemed to be completely lost, not even seeing her, until she touched his face. He loosened his grip on her, setting her back on the floor, but still looked angrier than she'd seen him in a long time.

The air filled her lungs again. Brick was about to walk away but she grabbed him by the arm. "I'm sorry." She meant it. He looked like he wanted to kill someone, maybe her… He was tense like she'd never seen him before. He loomed over her, his eyes cut into her, sending a chill down her spine. The look in his eye was dangerous.. Intoxicating, and she wanted him more. "Brick.. Teach me a lesson." She swallowed, noticing how hard he'd gotten. She was yearning for him, more than she ever had before, unable to contain her growing lust.

He was high on adrenaline, furious and suddenly aroused. Not wanting to waste the time taking them off, he ripped the crotch of Blossom's panties and thrust into her, deep and unhinged. Luckily she was already dripping with desire, ready to take in his seed. He held her against the wall with one hand and the other was still pressing into her throat, but not as violently now. His movements were faster and harder than she'd ever felt, his superhuman strength being unleashed on her. Her moans became loud whimpers, she heard the wall crack behind her but couldn't focus her attention on that right now. There was only Brick. "Make me scream." She whispered. He let go of her throat and pulled her off of the wall.

He grasped onto her hips with all his might, holding her in the air like she was weightless. He rammed into her over and over. Reaching to depths that nobody ever had, letting out all his frustration on her. Her whimpering turned into loud wailing. When she was about to finish she gripped onto his back, "Brick!" She screamed as she dug her nails into his back, ripping up his skin. His breaths were becoming shorter, his thrusts more precise. "Oh god, Briiiiick!" She let out another pleasure induced scream, as she peaked. Her heart was beating uncontrollably and she was panting.

Brick slowed his speed and force down considerably, pushing himself into her with a few more strokes, before he filled her still pulsating hole. After, he gently pushed her back into the wall and buried his face in her neck. She wrapped her arms around him, her hands in the back of his still damp hair. "I'll never moan for anybody else."

When he released her, her legs gave out immediately and she fell into a heap, spilling out onto the floor, unable to walk.

Brick picked her up and carried her back to the bed, laying her down carefully. He sat beside her, breathing heavily, and pushed her hair out of the way of her neck. Dark purple bruises had already begun to form where he'd grabbed her. He touched them and she flinched slightly, he felt his chest clench. "Blossom…" He rubbed his face. "I'm sorry I snapped."

She sat up and tried to touch his arm, but he backed away from her, avoiding her gaze. "I shouldn't have said it.. I don't- I didn't mean it." She said in a small voice.

"I know." He stood up and walked over to the wall, inspecting the dent. "Look, I think maybe.. I just need some time." He wouldn't look at her.

After a long, deafening silence. She stood up, forcing her legs not to buckle. "Okay." She took her phone from the nightstand.

"I mean, you don't have to leave right this second. You can get around and… clean yourself up."

She looked down, her face burning with embarrassment and then gathered the rest of her things. Once she was in the foyer, she threw on some clothes and hurried to put her shoes on. She couldn't get out fast enough, she wanted to be home, in her own bed.. alone. Probably to cry.

Brick approached, leaning against the wall. "Blossom, it's just for today."

She couldn't face him, the level of sadness and shame that she felt was unbearable. "Don't do that." She said on her way out.

If not for his super hearing abilities, it would've been inaudible.


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"What the hell dude, you've been fucking Blossom?" Boomer asked, completely floored. "A fucking Powerpuff girl?!"

After two days of not seeing her, he decided to take a break from Townsville and visit his brothers. They fought a lot but they were brothers and best friends, and they told each other almost everything.

"Blossom Utonium…? She's the world's biggest prude. Why the fuck would you want to sleep with her?" Butch shook his head in disbelief. "Was it the most boring decision of your life?"

Boomer narrowed his eyes, "How did this even happen?"

Brick sighed, "I'm not gonna get into details. All you need to know is that I've been kind of seeing her and I fucked up, bad."

"What do you mean by 'seeing her' dude, I thought you just banged her?" Butch folded his arms.

"I don't know Butch. Fuck."

Butch rolled his eyes, "Fine, I at least have to know if she was good."

"She's fucking mind blowing, every time." The corners of his lips turned up, "And she's nothing like you guys think. Nothing like she was as a teenager."

"Okay, so what did you do to fuck it up?" Boomer asked, curiously. Brick explained what had happened during their last encounter.

"Let me get this straight… She forgave you with your hands around her throat... she apologized.. And suggested that you fuck the shit out of her. Even let you go in raw.. And you repaid this precious angel, by nutting in her and telling her to get the fuck out?" Butch was in utter shock. It took no time at all for him to completely change his opinion on the pink puff.

Boomer thought for a second. "Oh, shit. Is she ugly or something? Like you'll fuck her cause it's good, but you can't stand to look at her so you had to send her on her merry way?"

"She was always pretty hot from what I remember.." Butch chimed in. "She was a boring, moralist.. but still hot."

"No! She not fucking..." He trailed off, annoyed, before pulling out his phone and handing it to them. "Here."

Butch snatched his phone, eyeing the photo. His eyes went wide. "Jesus Christ bro."

Boomer looked over Butch's shoulder. "Yeah man, you're insane." They both shook their heads, disappointed. "I don't get it, why did you ask her to leave? You have pictures of her on your fucking phone, so you obviously don't mind her company.. which is fucking weird by the way!"

"I think I'm starting to get it. Total domination of any girl is hot, but.. that sweet Powerpuff pussy.." A sinister smile appeared over Butch's face. "They spent years fighting us at full force, to have one eagerly submit her body to you.." He trailed off. Boomer looked like he was finally getting it too. "But I still don't get why you kicked her out, sounds like she would've been down for seconds."

"I shouldn't have fucking told you two." Brick shook his head. "I just needed some time to get myself under control before I ended up freaking out on her again."

Butch scoffed. "She wanted it dude. What don't you get about that? Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?" He asked. "You slammed her against the wall and as soon as she could breathe.. her first thought was to fuck you."

Boomer agreed, laughing. "She obviously likes it rough. She's a goddamn hero sleeping with a killer. She wants the abuse.." He rolled his eyes. "You do remember that she has super strength, right? It's not like she couldn't have kicked your ass if she wanted to."

His brothers were making valid points, Blossom was clearly a very kinky girl, more than he'd originally realized.. but they didn't know how upset he'd gotten at her. All she'd done was make a joke, and he totally lost control. He was in a great mood seconds before that, what kind of fucked up anger issues did he have? Why was he so possessive over this girl? They didn't see the bruises on her neck. But most of all.. they didn't understand how badly he wanted to hurt her and take care of her all at once. "She won't even text me back."

"Go to her house, you fucking idiot." Butch face palmed. If you don't.. I would be MORE than happy to take her off your hands." Brick shot him a warning glance.

Boomer sighed. "You two know nothing about women. She's probably embarrassed. If she was only interested in the sex then she wouldn't have been offended by you asking her to leave afterwards.. So there's more to it than that."

Brick felt a mixture of emotions after talking to Boomer and Butch. More than anything he wished he hadn't asked her for space, because now that he was getting it, he realized how much he didn't want it. He wanted to talk to her, but like him, she was stubborn.


Blossom had spent the last two days wondering what on Earth had gone wrong. She knew she messed up by mentioning somebody else, even if she was joking. Nobody wanted to hear about the person they were hooking up with sleeping with someone else. She wasn't thinking. She sighed. That night had replayed over in her mind so many times.. She thought that the sex would calm him down, that he would release his frustrations into her.. It seemed like it worked at first, until he said he needed space. She was stupid for thinking that fucking would always be the solution to their problems. But that was all they had..

Brick had texted her twice. It made her feel sick each time. As much as she wanted to reply, she couldn't bring herself to. Part of her wanted to crawl into a hole and die, for letting herself be so vulnerable in front of him. And the other part wanted to go straight over to his house and fix things with him.. But that would never happen. The worst feeling of all was that, him fucking her so frantically and violent.. was the best feeling that she'd ever felt, she felt a spark between them. She felt like they had truly connected right then and shared something deep, that she knew she'd never feel with anyone else.. Like they understood one another.. And then he pushed her away… Did he feel it too? Maybe he didn't want her to be that close. She couldn't tell with him, his mood swings knocked her to the ground..

She had been writing in her journal when the floods of feelings and regrets began to fill her mind. She wrote down everything that had popped into her head, speed writing so nothing would be forgotten. Writing things down often made her feel better. She hadn't been in a very lively mood since their parting. Just the unknown was sending her over the edge. Were they going to move past this or was that it for them? If whatever they had so over.. It would definitely take some time to move on, to go back to life without him. Life with no sex.. until she had a boyfriend at least. And even then, she knew it would never be as good, not even in the same stratosphere.

Thinking about him was torture, she was a prisoner to her mind and she wanted to escape. She decided on cleaning. Organization was a form of stress relief for her, it made her feel relaxed and in control. Only one problem, her place was always clean. She was very tidy, always taking care of things right away. She texted Buttercup:

Need any help cleaning your place?

She hopped in the shower, tying her hair up in a messy bun, so it wouldn't get wet. She just wanted to feel the warmth against her skin. She swallowed. Everything reminded her of Brick now, even hot water? Ugh. It's not like they broke up or something, it was starting to get annoying. When she got out, there was a reply form her sister:

Why do you assume my apartment is messy?

Laughing, she responded:

Umm i shared a bedroom with you for years

Buttercup:

Yeah, whatever. come clean.

Blossom still had her towel on when there was a knock at the door. Shit. She quietly floated over to look out the peephole. She felt like her heart had stopped. It was Brick. Of course it was him.. She had no clothes on.. She thought about not answering but then someone would see him, a villain.. at her apartment. Dammit. She didn't have a choice.

She unlocked the door and he pushed it open right away, walking in.

"Brick, what are you doing here?" She asked, confused. She backed up to the couch and sat down, clutching the top of her towel closed. "What If someone would have seen you?" She scoffed.

"That's the risk you took by not responding to my damn texts." He said with a dark expression, "I only have so much patience Blossom." Once he shut the door behind him, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor.

Her eyes went wide, as he started undoing his belt. What the hell was he doing? Then his pants hit the floor too and he started walking towards her with an unrelenting look in his eye. Her mouth fell open and her chest was pounding loudly. "Brick I'm not just gonna-"

His arms wrapped around her and his lips pressed into hers. Feeling the color rush back into her black and white life, she forgot what she was saying, sinking back into the couch with him. She let her towel fall open and her legs spread open for him instinctively. Brick smirked, gripping onto her inner thighs and rubbing them with his thumbs. "Good girl." Why did those two little words make her feel the way they did? She felt instantly happy, soothed almost.. every time he called her that. Shouldn't she be pissed, wasn't that a demeaning thing to call a grown woman? But no.. She stared into his eyes hungrily, ready to please him.

He pulled down his underwear, letting his dick spring out. Her eyes flickered down, he was already hard as a rock and she was practically drooling. He grabbed her face and forced her eyes back up to his, before burying his cock into her. She let out a euphoric moan, and her eyes fluttered shut. Her hands moved all over his body, touching him anywhere she could grab.. wanting to feel him as much as possible after suffering without him the last few days.

He moved his hand to her cheek, holding onto her as he kissed her. Their tongues massaged against each other's, and Blossom felt every ounce of tension inside her dissipate. The things that had been eating at her just a while prior, seemed like distant memories now. He grabbed her and flipped their positions, so she was riding him. He held onto her waist, caressing her as she bounced around on him, taking control. He reached a hand up, for just long enough to rip her hair tie out, sending her long copper hair cascading down her back.

She had one hand wrapped around the back of his neck, and the other was at the top of the couch for support. When she was on the verge, her movements slowed, unable to keep her momentum. She nuzzled into his neck, moaning sweetly, near his ear. "Brick.. I missed you." She put her mouth to his neck and started sucking, sinking her teeth into him lightly as she finished.

Her cool mouth against his neck had sent goosebumps across his body. He lifted her off of him for a moment, bending her over the couch before sliding back into his place, inside her. That first tantalizing breath that escaped her lips every time he entered her, was arguably his favorite. Her moans were loud again, threatening to alert the neighbors.. she buried her face into a pillow, arching her back so much it sent him into a frenzy. He swept her hair into his tight fist and pulled, using it as a handle, while he slammed into her gushing pussy.

As soon as he pulled her hair, yanking her away from the pillow, her once muffled sounds were deafening again. She felt herself blush. She was worried about nosy neighbors but right now it didn't feel all that important. He was breathing life into her. Feeling him inside her was the only thing that mattered. Her somewhat spoiled crying voice echoed off the walls as she reached her peak again. Brick smirked, overly satisfied that things had gone exactly like he wanted.

His own thrusts started to slow. He wrapped his arm around her waist and brought his mouth to her ear from behind. "Tell me you're mine."

Oh fuck, her poor heart. Turning back, over her shoulder, she kissed him deeply. Again and again. "I'm yours Brick. I'm yours." Immediately she felt his warmth beginning to pool inside her, she fell onto the couch, moaning softly as her body trembled.

Brick picked her up and took her to the shower, and they both got in. She clung onto him hopelessly the whole time, not ready to be apart from him. She washed him, running her hands along his well defined torso, not bothering to rinse the soap off before she leaned against him. Feeling drained of all energy, she yawned into his chest.

"You tired baby?" Brick murmured into the top of her head. She nodded. He quickly washed her hair, as she washed her own body. And then he wrapped her in a towel and took her to bed.

Blossom pulled him in too, "Can you stay?" She asked meekly. She knew she was being clingy and didn't want him to be upset but she couldn't stop herself. She had a miserable last couple days and desperately wanted to be near him.

"I'm not going anywhere." He kissed her forehead. Knowing that he wasn't leaving, she relaxed. She fell asleep on his chest as he combed his fingers through her wet hair.

He had also spent the last few days in a horrible mood, irritated with himself and with her for not answering his messages. She was his. He wanted her when he wanted her.. Which for the most part was always. Her not responding to him pissed him off a great deal, which is why he finally said fuck it and came to her today. He realized that his brother's were right, she was obviously okay with how rough he was with her, or she wouldn't take his cock so willingly every time he saw her.

This was the first time he'd ever been to her place, she didn't want to risk him being seen there. He glanced around her room, still fingering her hair until finally he fell asleep beside her.

End Ch 3 (;Sorry this chapter was a lot of smut.