Blossom had stopped by her place the night before to grab a few essentials. Reluctantly, Brick had allowed her to go, only after she promised to come back. Really he wanted to go with her, but no way that was going to happen. She explained to him about everything with Buttercup and how she'd stayed at The Professor's, which apparently he already knew. The only reason he hadn't come to talk to her was because of that and that alone. He'd made that very clear.
The first thing she did was go to her desk and pull out the cell phone that she'd stuffed in there nearly a week prior. One of the first things he had asked her, was why she never texted back. He thought she just wasn't replying and had been surprised to learn that she actually ditched her phone completely. Not that she would've responded anyway… Unless she faltered during a moment of weakness.. Which actually, was more probable than not. Turning it on, she had to wait forever before it finally stopped vibrating with notifications that she'd missed. There were four missed calls from Brick, along with five texts. The messages were short, basically just telling her to come over and talk. A few texts from Robin as well, who she realized she had completely forgot to tell that she was gonna be away from her phone. Oops. She really needed to get in touch with her soon. And the rest was irrelevant.
Then as promised, and more so because her heart was crying out for him, she'd returned to Brick.
When Blossom woke up to an unexpected text from Buttercup:
Hey sis, I realize I may not have been the most supportive when we talked last. But I wanted to let you know that I'm really proud of you for staying strong. Since it's over now, I hope you don't mind that I told Bubs. Talk soon!
She felt the worst pang of guilt that she'd ever experienced in her life, she was literally lying next to Brick at that very moment… And now she was internally panicking. No way she could tell Buttercup about this, and now Bubbles knew too?! It was only a matter of time before they found out she was seeing him again. Buttercup had found out so fast last time, and Bubbles had already been suspicious of her seeing someone. They would definitely know something was up if her entire demeanor was different the next time they saw each other. She had even told her she was proud? Blossom had never heard her aloof sister say anything of the sort.. Which made the whole thing even worse.
She lay in bed, staring up at the off white ceiling, chewing the inside of her cheek raw as she went over her options.
She was smart, she could come up with an ideal solution. Although.. While one could say that she was nearly genius when it came to most things, Brick might not be one of them… She stole a glance at him, still sound asleep. He had said the night before that he hadn't gotten much sleep while she'd been gone, so he was probably gonna be out for a while.
She had planned on staying, she really did, but now she didn't know. Phone still in her hand, she reread Buttercup's message over and over again. Letting the words make her sick until she felt like she might throw up. Suddenly, she was really happy that she hadn't slept with Brick since she'd been reunited with him.
Then, without a second thought, she climbed out of bed and practically bolted out the front door. Quietly though, as not to wake him. That would only further complicate what she was about to do.
As soon as Blossom got home, she began packing a bag as quickly as possible, which for someone with super speed, was very quick. She packed an assortment of clothes, toiletries, books, etc. and then sent a text to Buttercup:
BC, I hope you girls don't mind.. I wanted to take a few days away at a hotel. Trying to get my mind off him as quickly as possible. Think you can handle things while I'm gone? If there's an emergency I'll be there in a flash! XX
Now she needed to get out of there, before Brick woke up and came looking for her. No doubt he would this time.
The flight out of Townsville could've easily been a few minute trip. But Blossom wanted to take her time. Flying helped her calm her mind and she could really use all the help she could get in that department. She had never been more unsure of a choice in all her life, which was only further adding to the complete unrest she felt as she flew from Townsville and from Brick.
She felt like the scum of the earth for two different reasons. One being that she told her sister that things between her and Brick were over and then not two days later she was back at his house.. And second, that when she got the text from Buttercup earlier that morning, she'd let herself be talked out of her happiness and was now running away.. again. After they'd had such a nice night together.. There's no way he would want to keep chasing her when she kept putting him through so much bullshit. She knew she wasn't worth the trouble she was causing him. But that was a good thing, right? If he put an end to this whole thing between them.. Then she wouldn't have to work so hard to make sure she didn't crack. If she couldn't crack, because Brick
had given up on her, then things would be so much easier. Easier and harder..
When Blossom got to the hotel she'd picked at random, she had hardly got inside and locked the door before she fell into herself and broke down in a fit of frustrated tears. She wanted to be with Brick, why was it so hard?
Suddenly she was furious. Furious with herself for ever getting involved with him in the first place. If she'd just been stronger, better.. Then she never would have fallen for him. But she was weak, mind and body and she fell for the supposed "bad guy." How cliché. Of course, after spending so much time with him she realized that he wasn't bad.. or at least he wasn't all bad. But still, she hadn't known that when she hooked up with him. So the point still stood.
Blossom picked herself up off the ground and went to the bathroom to start the shower. Showers always made her feel better, gave her clarity, and right now she needed it. She was feeling sorry for herself and feeling like shit for it at the same time. She removed her clothes, and turned the heat up nearly all the way.
Blossom stared at her reflection in the mirror as it, little by little, began to fog up. She hated the person staring back at her. The person who was hell-bent on getting in the way of her own happiness. Deep down, she knew all along that it was herself in the way. Everything else she told herself was just an excuse. Her sister's opinions, Brick being a "villain"... The real reason she had never been able to find even a shred of lasting happiness.. was because she always stopped herself before she got the chance. Maybe she didn't think she deserved it. Maybe that was bullshit too.
She was supposed to be strong, supposed to be a leader. But somewhere along the line, she had lost her confidence, her backbone, her spark.. and anything else that made her who she once was. She was weak. She allowed her own happiness to be put, indefinitely, on the back burner.
After years of fighting for everyone else, of keeping up the facade, she just didn't think she could do it anymore.
Admitting that to herself finally.. an intense mixture of emotions washed over her, from the inside, out. The truth didn't make her feel any better.. in fact, it made her even more upset.
What was wrong with her?
The mirror had almost completely fogged over, but it wasn't enough. She could still see herself. She was so pissed off, at the world, at herself.. She was shaking, white knuckled fists clenched at her side. Glaring so hard back into her own irritating, pink eyes, that her laser beams were beginning to glow with rage. Without thinking about the consequences for once, she cocked her angry fist back and punched the mirror, shattering her reflection into thousands of beautiful glass pieces across the bathroom floor.
"I love him."
Her fist bled, not from the mirror, but from her own strength. It didn't hurt though. She couldn't feel anything but the growing pain in her heart. That pain couldn't be ignored...
She stepped over the glass mess that she'd made and got in the water. She lowered herself to the bottom of the pristine white tub, suddenly feeling too weak to stand, and let the water soak her copper hair. Her head was clouded over and she felt like she might pass out. Her emotions were through the roof and maybe the water was too hot, but she didn't care. She was so numb, she could hardly feel it. The shower water rained down on her, it was loud, echoing off the walls, but not loud enough to drown out her screaming thoughts. Her mind was urging her to stop running away from Brick, to trade in her hero status and take the reins on her own life for once. But she ignored it, again and again.
When the weight of her own world was finally too heavy to carry on her own, she laid down in the bottom of the tub and let the water beat down on her body.
It was a gloomy day. One of those ones where it was dull and lifeless outside but still so bright that it hurt your eyes. The rain was falling so heavily. It was freezing, causing her to shiver uncomfortably. She needed to get out of it before she got sick but there was nowhere to go. Her limbs felt heavy. She couldn't fly or even run. When she tried to scream, sound refused to leave her throat. She held her arms, shivering as she tried to find shelter. But there was only emptiness. Emptiness and ice cold rain.
"Blossom!"
"Blossom!"
The rain stopped. And there was the sun. She could feel it's warm rays, breathing life back into her.
Her eyelids were heavy, but when she finally got them to open she saw Brick. She smiled, happy to see him.
"I missed you." Her teeth clattered as she reached up to caress his cheek. He was warm, like the sun and she wanted to keep touching him forever.
"If you missed me then why did you leave?" He looked sad, almost scared. His crimson eyes could be so intense at times, but right now they were.. different.
She frowned. "I didn't leave. I couldn't even fly. Besides, there wasn't anywhere to go." She laughed, like it was the most obvious thing in the world and he looked utterly confused, more concerned than before.
He touched her forehead and then her cheek, swiping away the loose strands of hair, she was freezing.
Blossom's whole body felt like ice when he pulled his hand away. Her teeth were still chattering together, harder and harder until she thought they might crack. She tried to move her hand to her jaw, to stop it, but she was too weak to lift it at the moment. She was disoriented, it was like her brain was frozen too, she couldn't gather her thoughts properly.
Brick covered her naked body with the comforter, but it didn't help, she didn't even notice it was on her. Her eyes were closed again, and she was shivering profusely. Shaking the whole bed, beneath her.
"I'm s-so c-c-cold." She tried to form a sentence but was having a hard time getting her teeth to shut up.
"I know." He cooed, rubbing the side of her face gently.
Brick took his shirt and pants off and slid into bed with her, underneath the thick blanket. About a minute after he pulled her body close to his, wrapping her in his unnatural heat, her teeth finally stopped clacking together. She stopped shivering completely after a couple more minutes and then she fell asleep curled up in his arms.
Blossom's mind woke up before her eyes opened. She was confused, not having remembered falling asleep. She opened her eyes while simultaneously trying to piece together the last of her memories.
Oh yeah. She was in the hotel. She couldn't remember exactly how she had gotten into bed, but she was still naked, so.. that was weird. She stood up, stretching and walked over to her duffle bag. After rummaging through it, she found some underwear, a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and quickly got dressed. Her hair was a knotted up, damp mess, from falling asleep on it wet and unbrushed. Had she even washed it? It felt gross and she didn't feel like dealing with it, she pulled into a messy ponytail and left it at that.
She felt a little better than she did before. Her mind was clearer and she guessed the shower must have been the right choice.
She felt more at ease now and she needed to find her phone.
When she walked into the bathroom, the sight of the shattered mirror left her frozen. She forgot about that. How was she going to explain that to the front desk? It would probably be very expensive.
She found her phone on the counter and grabbed it, checking her notifications. Three missed calls from him. Her heart pain was back. She hit the call button next to his name, ready to put an end to this whole thing once and for all. While the phone rang, she looked around for a broom, finding one in the hall closet. She knelt down on the bathroom floor, and began sweeping the glass mess, while holding her cell between her ear and her shoulder.
"Blossom?" He answered, sounding a little alarmed. That made sense, she had disappeared on him.. again.
"Brick.." Now that she was on the phone with him, her heart was going a mile a minute and she couldn't find her courage. "Uh.. Can we talk?" She finally managed.
"Yeah. Sure." He laughed and her heart melted.
"In person?" She clarified. She was a nervous wreck but it needed to be done.
The door of her hotel room opened and she dropped the dustpan full of broken shards that she had just swept, out of shock.
There was no knock, so it couldn't have been an employee. What unlucky son of a bitch had the misfortune of breaking into a room where a Powerpuff happened to be staying?
In a flash she was at the door, with her hand around the guy's neck. When she realized it was Brick, she let go, extremely confused.
"Hot. But I think we both know you're better off on the receiving end." His hand gently grasped the back of her neck, thumb outstretched to graze over the length of her throat. She swallowed thickly, staring up into his crimson irises and he gave her a devilish smirk, before he let go of her.
Why was she so weak when it came to him? Not a minute had passed and she could already feel the heat pooling in her core.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, trying to ignore how badly she wanted him to touch her again. She realized she was still holding onto her phone, at her side.
"You wanted to talk?" He asked casually, as if he hadn't just broken into her hotel room, multiple cities away from where they lived.
Her eyes flickered to his hand, he was holding a plastic bag and she wondered what was inside. He sat it on the table beside the door.
She furrowed her brows, "How did you find me?" She was planning on meeting him in Townsville. She glanced behind him, the lock on the door had been broken. Add one more damage charge onto the bill. That was the least of her concerns though, honestly.
"I'll always find you babe." He pulled his jacket off and tossed it over a chair, before kissing her cheek.
"What is that supposed to mean?" She asked in disbelief.
Brick guided her over to the bed and sat beside her. "The better question is, why did you leave this morning?"
"I don't know, I just.." She trailed off, not really making eye contact.
"Blossom." His voice was stern. He grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him.
"Fine. Buttercup texted me and I freaked out."
He let his hand linger for a moment before he dropped it. "Why do you let her have so much power over you?"
"I don't know." At least she was honest.
"I thought we talked about this last night?" He sighed, rubbing his temples.
Blossom bit her lip. She hated herself for putting him through this. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left. I didn't even want to." He raised an eyebrow, listening as she spoke. "She was so happy when I stopped seeing you and now Bubbles knows too.. You're a villain. They'll never accept you."
She looked away from him again, trying desperately to regain her composure. She realized she sounded pathetic..
"I don't give a fuck about your family's opinion of me, Blossom." He was on the verge of laughter.
He could tell that his revelation didn't make her feel any better, if anything it may have had the opposite effect.
"I know you don't."
"Is this what you wanted to talk about?" He asked, trying to refocus the conversation. "Because I think there's more important things we need to discuss."
Her curiosity piqued, "Like what?"
"What the fuck happened to the bathroom mirror and why were you passed out in the shower? I don't give a shit about your judgey sisters but I do care about you."
"What?" She was taken aback by the sharp turn that the conversation had taken. She didn't remember passing out but her memory had been hazy when she woke up. It would explain some things. "The mirror… broke. And I don't really remember the shower." She admitted. "You've been here before now??"
"Yeah?" He frowned. "When I got here you were laying in the shower, freezing. The water was ice cold. You don't remember anything?"
"I just felt.. lightheaded."
"When's the last time you ate?"
She bit the knuckle of her index finger, trying to remember. "Maybe-" She didn't want to tell him that she couldn't remember for sure, but she thought it had been about three days. "It's been a while." They hadn't eaten anything the previous night, too busy intertwined in each other. She couldn't exactly tell him how hard of a time she'd been having apart from him, and how she felt so sick, she couldn't stomach anything.
"Okay." He sighed loudly. "How did the mirror break?"
She stood up, crossing her arms over her chest. "Brick."
"Answer me."
She didn't want to, she wanted him to drop it. But the longer she didn't respond, the more dangerous the look in his eye was growing. She knew how bad his temper could be.
"I punched it." Her voice was low, she was ashamed that she kept letting her anger get the best of her. Until recently, it had never been a problem..
His jaw clenched for a moment and then he took a deep breath and relaxed.
None of this was going the way she planned. The whole conversation had really gotten away from her, although she knew it was all relevant.
"Brick?" She felt her throat closing up, and didn't know if she would be able to continue.
"Yeah?"
She felt so pathetic for asking, the embarrassment was excruciating and she felt close to tears before she had even started. She couldn't let herself cry in front of him, not like this. She walked over to her bag and pulled out a half empty bottle of red wine. She didn't care that it wasn't cold, or that she was drinking on an empty stomach. She needed some help calming her nerves. Brick watched her, partly intrigued and partly concerned, as she took a few big gulps from the bottle.
He held his arm out for her and she reluctantly took it, allowing herself to be pulled into his lap. Her back was pressed against his chest. Now that she couldn't see his face, his eyes, she thought it might be a little easier. "How do you feel about me?" She was grateful that she didn't stammer or struggle through it.
"Is that what this is about?" He asked voice steady, giving nothing away, as he pushed her ponytail out of the way so he could rest his chin on her shoulder.
She closed her eyes, partially to hold her tears in. "I hate to be.. that girl. Especially since this whole thing started from a one night stand-"
"That's never what this was going to be." He knew that from the moment she had accepted the invitation to his house. He even told her as much, that first night.
"I know you said you didn't sleep with that blonde girl from before, but are you.." Now her voice cracked, giving away just how vulnerable she was and she felt betrayed by herself, like usual. "Are you.. seeing anyone else?"
When he didn't answer or give any kind of response, she felt her heart shatter into a million more pieces than the bathroom mirror had. She lifted the bottle back to her trembling lips and drank it like it was medicine. Because right now, it kind of was. She didn't want to think about how she must look to him.. clinging to alcohol for relief from his underlying rejection.
Brick took the bottle away from her. "You really should eat something first."
She nodded slowly and pulled away from him, heading for the bathroom. She didn't look at him on her way out. No answer was the loudest answer he could've given her. Now she just wanted to be alone.
"Blossom."
She didn't respond. Before she could close the bathroom door, sealing herself in privacy, Brick pushed it back open.
"I'm not interested in seeing anyone." He said, stepping into the room with her.
Why did every word out of his mouth suddenly feel like a dagger straight through her heart? She wouldn't look at him, she couldn't. Instead she stared at the mess scattered over the tiled floor and tried to steady her breathing. "Okay."
Shit. That didn't come out right. "I mean, I'm not interested in seeing anyone else." He corrected, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her as close as possible.
Brick had gone his entire life only really being close to his two brothers. There had never been a woman who caught his attention enough to last more than a couple nights, that was, before her. Blossom was different, she had always been different. Even when he was a teenager, he had a certain interest in her.. Hell, she was part of the reason he left Townsville in the first place.
Her heart was pounding loudly in her chest. His warmth, the smell of his cologne, suddenly being wrapped in his strength.. She didn't quite understand, but she felt safe for the moment. It was strange how the person who hurt you was often the only person who could truly comfort you.
She held him back like a lifeline, fingers clenched tightly to his shirt. When she buried her head into his chest, her tears fell and she could do fuck all to stop them.
Brick hesitantly released some of his hold on her, pulling her chin up, so he could wipe her eyes. Those weren't the kinds of tears that he liked to see streaming down her beautiful face, but he couldn't help the satisfaction that he felt, knowing he had that effect on her. Honestly, he could probably stare into those wounded puppy dog eyes forever, cheeks stained with fallen tears that he had played a part in causing. There was something so.. alluring about it all.
When he kissed her, she felt like the sun had come back into her gloomy life. She pressed herself into him, wanting there to be not even a sliver of space between them. His hand was at the side of her neck and jaw, he pushed her back against the ledge of the counter and deepened their kiss.
The glass from the mirror began to lift from the countertop and floor, floating back up to reconnect on the wall behind them.
Blossom pulled away, sensing something strange and caught the ending, just as the last few pieces made the mirror whole again. "What the hell?" She looked back and forth from the floor to the mirror, completely shocked.
"He's such a show off." Brick rolled his eyes like it was nothing, because to him it was.
"What?" She asked, not understanding.
"HIM."
After Blossom had regained her composer from her meltdown, Brick insisted that she get some food in her and she agreed. Her stomach was no longer in knots from the past week. She wasn't about to try and force Brick into putting a label on their "relationship" but he had clarified that he wasn't sleeping with anyone else and he made it pretty clear that he wanted to keep seeing her. For now, that was more than enough to mend her broken heart. If she was going to keep seeing him, and risk her relationship with her family, she wouldn't do it for a simple hookup.
Being in a different city, hours away from the watchful eyes of her sister's and the rest of the citizens of Townsville, Blossom finally felt free. It was the first time that she had ever been out in public with Brick, aside from the few minutes they had spent at the coffee shop during their second encounter.
Once they had some dinner and walked around town for a while, they returned to Blossom's hotel room. She had already booked it for the next couple days, and was happier than ever to be away from home for a while.
Brick opened the door, which had also been repaired, along with the mirror, and led Blossom inside.
As soon as the door locked behind them, his mouth curled into a sinister smile. "What did I tell you about wearing jeans?"
No more jeans
She furrowed her eyebrows briefly and then scoffed, "Come on, I didn't even know you were here when I put them on."
"You remember agreeing to that right?"
"Yes but-"
He pushed her into the door, so her chest was pressed against it. She let out a loud gasp as he forced her legs open and ripped the seam from her ass to the front of her dark wash jeans.
"Brick, what the- Ahhh!"
She could feel his hard bulge through his pants when he leaned into her backside, to whisper in her ear. "Next time I suggest listening to what I say." His breath was fire against her icy skin, sending a wave of excitement through her body and straight to her core. He kissed her neck from behind, biting and nipping at her soft skin, while his left hand explored the massive hole that he had made in her forbidden jeans. He started at her tailbone, running his fingers down her slit. He slowly dipped below her thong, circling over the entrance of her ass with his middle finger.
Blossom was trapped in place, Brick was going to do whatever he wanted to her and she was going to let him. Her pussy was throbbing, it had been far too long.. If he wanted to shove his dick in her ass right then and there, she would have let him. She was desperate for him.
He moved back to the outside of her panties, running his fingers over the soaking wet fabric clinging to her lower lips. Blossom was moaning lightly beneath his touch, a sound that he had greatly missed over the last few days without her. He didn't bother moving her underwear out of the way, he just rubbed the material into her pussy drenching them in her fluids. She arched her back, pushing her ass into him more. Her grinding against his erection, causing him to groan at the sensation.
"Baby you're soaked.." He wanted to taste her juices. He dropped to his knees, and tore the thin fabric of her panties, throwing the wet scraps to the ground.
Blossom didn't care about her jeans or her panties, she wanted to feel Brick's tongue so bad she didn't care if she never owned another pair of underwear again.
He used both hands to spread her lips, her pink pussy was dripping with arousal and he couldn't help but smirk. He wanted to sink his hungry tongue into her, but she had been a very bad girl.. so she would have to wait.
Brick moved away from her and stood up, reveling in the sad whimpers she made in his absence.
"Brick?" She pouted, hands still pressed firmly against the door
"Something you want?" He teased, smugly.
"Yeah.. you." She normally didn't admit to things like that unless she had an entire bottle of wine or was under hypnosis, but things were changing.
"Show me how bad you want me." He stripped out of his clothes and sat in the cushiony chair, with his hard cock standing up straight.
Her eyes were lust filled, her mouth was already watering when she crawled between his legs.
She needily wrapped her hand around his base and stroked him, stopping only to taste him. Her mouth found his balls, and she sucked gently on them, before hungrily licking a stripe to his tip.
He hissed when her mouth sank around the head of his throbbing, precum stained erection. Her tongue circled over his slit, to taste where he was already leaking. His head relaxed against the back of the chair as she eased herself down his shaft. She used her skilled tongue to write loopy, cursive words as she slowly took his full length down her tight throat.
He allowed her saliva to build up first, but he had no intention of letting her off the hook with a nice, relaxing blowjob. She had put him through hell this last week, she needed to be thoroughly punished.
Both of his hands went to the back of her head, shoving her onto his cock as far as she could go, she gagged until he released her. As soon as she caught her breath she eagerly returned, swallowing his whole length again. "That's my good girl." The praise made her pussy drip. She had been called a good girl thousands of times in her life, but none of it mattered to her like it did when he said it.
He slammed her head down, thrusting his hips and sending his dick violently crashing into her throat over and over again. "I've had it with you leaving." He growled through the pleasure. He wanted her to suffer, he wanted to be the cause of her pain.. But even as he hammered into her, she moaned against him, digging her painted nails into his flesh.. Happy to take the brutal attack.
When he finally pulled her back off, by her hair, thick strings of saliva fell from her mouth. Her eyes were soaked with tears and she was gasping for breath. His cock twitched at the sight. "I'm serious, Blossom. I'm done with this shit." He yanked her hair back, until she was looking into his eyes.
She could tell he was waiting for some sort of an answer, but when she opened her mouth, he forced her back down to gag on his length again. He thrusted into her mouth, reveling in the lewd sounds that filled the room. The vibrations from her deep moans, sent him into a frenzy, causing him to buck his hips into her even harder. He was just throat fucking her at this point.
When he was close to his release, he pulled her back off and let her catch her breath again. "Promise me." He demanded, with a groan. "Fuck what your sisters think. Promise me you won't leave again."
She nodded her head in agreement, eyes glazed over with lust.. and something else. Something more. "I promise."
Blossom didn't wait for him to push her head back down, she engulfed his full dick again and slid up and down him mercilessly, with inhuman speed.
His hands went to the back of her head again, needing something to ground him to reality, as the bliss consumed him. With a final drawn out moan, he released himself into the back of her readied throat and allowed her to move again, to finally breathe. She gazed up at him happily, tears spilling from her soft pink eyes, from the force.
Fuck, she was perfect.
He deflated into the chair, satisfied and Blossom laid her head in his lap, thrumming in content.
After a couple minutes, the pain in her throat was already beginning to fade, her new favorite benefit of Chemical X.. Blossom lifted herself up and removed her tattered jeans, and shirt. Brick smirked, watching her strip. He was more than happy to let her do as she pleased now that he had given her a good throat fucking. She walked around his chair, leaning over the back and draping her arms around his neck. Her hands ran possessively down his bare chest and abs while she left hickies and kisses over his neck, collarbone and shoulders.
She giggled, eyes widening when his dick stood back up, ready for more.
End Ch 6 (:
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