Warning! This will be the first sexually explicit of my chapters. I've hopefully read enough smut to make it seem realistic while also capturing the emotions. Take care of yourselves now, and enjoy. I still own nothing.

Also, anyone remember that vine of the chicken with this song?

Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone wires above are sizzling like a snare
Honey, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere
Nothing scares me anymore~

Summertime Sadness: Lana Del Rey


The sun. She had faced monsters and evildoers since she was a child. Yet the giant star was the one enemy she feared. It would never be possible to pound that into submission. Was reverse seasonal depression a thing?

Blossom pondered this thought as she watched the sun finally sink below the horizon where it couldn't damage her fair skin anymore. The moment she could no longer feel the UV rays penetrating her DNA, she sighed with relief. Why did I have to be born with lily white skin? Not even the Chemical X in her body could prevent skin damage, so she often spent hours of her day preparing to step outside. SPF 70, wide brim hats, long sleeves, and sunglasses were often her best friends on hot summer days like this one.

She turned to look at the glassy ocean. It had still been a fun beach day despite the blazing sun above. Her sisters had all but dragged her out to enjoy one of the remaining days of freedom before school began again.

"Hey Bloss! We're getting ready to leave, come on!" Buttercup shouted at her from the steps leading back towards the beach parking lot.

Blossom stood up. She waved her arm furiously to signal to her family. "Go on without me! I want to go for a swim now that the sun has set. I'll catch up with you later!" The wind played with the long strands of her fiery hair.

She heard her sister scoff. Blossom could practically feel the eye roll as it happened. "Whatever, just be home before it gets too dark! I'm making pasta tonight!" Buttercup held out a towel. "Want this?"

"Sure! Hold on, could you take my clothes back too? I don't want them to get wet." She quickly stripped off multiple layers until she stood in nothing but her swimsuit. Blossom jogged over to deposit her things into the arms of her ravenette sister.

"You're such a weird girl, the water will be freezing by now. You should have gone swimming with us earlier." Buttercup handed off the clean towel to her sister as she dumped her protective clothing off for safekeeping.

Blossom huffed out an icy cloud in annoyance. "And risk getting skin cancer later in life? No thank you. Besides, I like the cold."

Buttercup rolled her eyes once again. "Fitting for the ice queen herself. Just don't get caught in a current and drown or anything, okay?"

Despite the cryptic warning, Blossom smiled. She knew her sister was looking out for her. Her way of showing affection was just...different.

"Save me a plate, okay?" She embraced her sister and jogged back to the shore. "Thanks again! Love ya!"

"Yeah yeah yeah." But Blossom knew her sister was smiling.

She sent one long gaze at her before she turned and practically leapt into the cool, evening ocean.


For being the fire breather he was, Brick sure did have a fascination with water. The bigger, the better, and what was bigger than the largest body of water on the planet?

He released a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding, and took in the salty sea air. Maybe it was the fact that fire couldn't exist in the same space as water for long periods of time. The thought that water was one of the few places he was powerless in that aspect excited him. Even burning ships had to sink sometime.

Brick walked along the shore barefoot. His toes dipped into the water as the tide ebbed to and fro. The coolness relaxed him. Lord knew he could be a hothead at times, and it was healthy for him to release some of that pressure sometimes.

A ways down, he spied a girly-looking pink towel spread out onto the sand. There weren't many people out by this point. The sun had already set and most normal people would have gone home to take a shower by now, so Brick was curious.

He looked out towards the water to see if he could identify the owner of said towel, but all he saw were the gentle waves. Alright then. He thought as he pulled out a pack of menthol cigarettes from his pocket. I can wait.

He snapped his fingers, and a tiny flame danced on the tip of his index finger. Lighting up, he took a slow drag, the cool yet toxic smoke filling his lungs.

He liked menthols. The chilly sensation gave him a rise that no other type of smoke could replace. Fire and ice baby.

As he smoked, a crown of hair the same color as fresh blood emerged from the dark sea. Brick would recognize that terrific color anywhere. It haunted his dreams. It was the color he saw whenever he shut his eyes. The same color as his own.

"Hot damn." He took another drag.


Blossom broke the surface of the water gasping. Her lungs greedily sucked in the precious air. She flung her hair back, creating an arc of water in the sky. I need a haircut soon.

Just then, something distracted her from the rest of the dark environment. Her eyes turned toward the shoreline where a figure stood, holding a small flicker of light that came and went on occasion. The light behind them prevented her from recognition, and she frowned. The redhead inhaled deeply. Smoke.

The spicy scent invaded her senses, and Blossom wondered who would have the audacity to smoke on a public beach. Polluting the environment and their body, someone's up to no good.

Blossom was filled with the righteousness that being a Powerpuff Girl had instilled in her. She was going to give this stranger a serious piece of her mind when she got out. It was her civic duty, even if she wasn't a superhero. No time like the present I guess.

Yet Blossom was reluctant to leave the cool safety of the ocean. It gave her peace. She could forget about the rest of the world for just a moment while she swam and soaked in the blood of the earth. No sisters to watch after, no evil monsters. And, at least right now, no sun to burn and blister her fair skin.

She rubbed her bubblegum-hued eyes and sighed as she swam back to land. She still couldn't make out a face on this person, but she did catch a glimpse of what appeared to be a red baseball cap.

A sinking feeling crept into her chest as she made her way towards the sand. Please tell me my eyes are playing tricks on me. Blossom left the water and peered at the figure now coming into focus and her worst fears were confirmed.

Brick of the Rowdyruff Boys stood before her, holding her towel while a disgusting cigarette smoldered between his fingers.

"Hey there, Pinky. This belong to you?" His gruff voice sent a chill through Blossom.

"Brick." She snatched the towel from him and covered herself from his bloody eyes. "What are you doing here?"

He scoffed and inhaled more smoke. "What, now it's a crime to want to go to the beach? C'mon, Blossy. I'm extending the olive branch here."

She looked at him warily, not at all convinced.

Brick rolled his eyes and released a puff of smoke. Whether it was from the cigarette, or his powers, she didn't know.

"You gotta believe me babe." He drew and 'x' on his chest, right where his heart would be. If he had one. "I cross my heart and all that."

"Hmph. Just make sure you dispose of that," she gestured to the smoking remains of his vice, "in the proper place. It's our duty to save the environment."

The boy held up his hand, "Scout's honor." He snickered and extinguished the cinders on the back of his arm. It didn't leave a mark.

Blossom scowled. His one-liners were really starting to aggravate her. She didn't say a word as she made her way towards the stairs to leave.

Brick had other ideas. Grabbing her wrist, he spun her back around. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Where d'you think you're goin', huh? Let's take a look at the Leader of the Powerpuff Girls now!" He pulled her in close to study her semi-naked body.

There were always girls. There would always be girls. Pretty girls. Not quite so pretty girls. Boring girls. Dumb girls. Brick himself had probably seen thousands of them walking around by now. But none of those girls could compare to Blossom, Brick noted with satisfaction.

Her skin was like sweet milk fresh from the source. Firm thighs and what Butch would describe as "an ass that won't quit" made up her lower half. The thought of those globes from behind as he thrust into her made its way into his mind. Her slender waist partially hidden by her long red hair led up to the pièce de résistance.

Brick licked his lips and beheld the glorious mounds that were Blossom Utonium's breasts. Like juicy fruit, ripe for picking, her chest heaved with the breaths she took. Brick could almost imagine what they would taste like in his mouth. He felt himself harden ever so slightly in anticipation.

And those eyes. Dear God, those eyes! Wide though they were with fear like an animal, those cotton candy orbs held his favorite color in the world. He wondered what it would be like to fuck a Powerpuff Girl and his own eyes widened with excitement.

Blossom wasn't wearing much to begin with, but under Brick's heavy red gaze she felt stark naked. She tried to pull out of his grasp and cover herself further with the towel, but his grip on her was iron. She wouldn't be getting away that easily.

Brick leaned in close. "Save the environment now too, huh? Save the world, save the people." He breathed in the scent from her neck. Salt from the sea mixed with something fruity. Strawberry? "But who's gonna save you, Leader Girl?" His hand found the delicious rise of her breast and squeezed.

As she opened her mouth to protest or fight back, Brick stuck the butt of his burnt out cigarette in her mouth and blew enough heat towards her face to reignite the small remainder of menthol left. Blossom sucked in a breath and choked as the smoke invaded her virgin lungs.

It burned. As if someone had lit a match and left it in her chest to fizzle out. Brick laughed as tears formed in her eyes, both from the smoke and his rough treatment of her body. She couldn't take much more of this.

Before she could spit out the fire in her lips along with a well-timed kick to the groin, Blossom suddenly found Brick completely overwhelming her senses. Those red eyes raked over her, stopping at her mouth. He pulled her face close to his and pulled the still lit cigarette from her with his lips.

A flame sparked between them, leaving the rest of the filter in ashes blown away by the breeze.

Blossom blinked in shock. "What did you just-"

She was cut off by Brick's ashy mouth pressing firmly against her own, sealing the two together in a kiss that tasted like an ashtray.

A sob rose up in her throat. Her first kiss. Stolen by the very one created to destroy her. The girl trembled at the small loss of innocence. She tried to use her ice powers to get him to back off, but he only sighed and enveloped her closer.

Brick sensed the frigid air she was putting out, and basked in it. His inner fire grew hotter at the challenge she presented him. Truly the only one to cool him down would be the pink one. Like fire and ice. He moaned low in his throat and moved his hand to grope her other breast.

Blossom began to panic. The crude violation of her body was sending her heart into overdrive. Fight back, Blossom. Fight back!

She knew she should've. She tried. She would swear that she did. But his lips on hers and the smoke she had inhaled left her in a dreamy daze. And unbeknownst to anyone else, at some point, Brick's fire melted the ice that Blossom had carefully crafted around her heart.

She cracked, and the fire raged inside.

Blossom closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the sensation. She wasn't sure why she was letting this happen, but she could chalk it up to momentary insanity if questioned later on.

His lips were rough and demanding at first. But as she let her defenses down, he dialed the intensity back. Slipping his mouth from hers, he trailed sloppy kisses down her throat, the chapped skin scratching her and lighting her nerves. Heat pooled in between her legs and a rush of liquid signaled her arousal. She had never felt so good. A small sound squeaked from her and went straight to Brick's cock.

Well ain't this just a son of a bitch? It was getting uncomfortable in his pants, yet Brick didn't want to let go of Blossom for anything. It was finally her who pushed him away.

"Brick, Brick! Wait, please stop." She sounded faraway, on another planet or underwater. He chose to ignore it. "I said stop!" She knocked his hat off in the struggle.

That woke him up out of his reverie. He looked at Blossom, with her flushed face and swollen lips. Several faint red marks decorated her otherwise unmarred skin. He had never seen anything more beautiful.

"Brick, we're...in public. We can't do this here." She looked down and bit her lip.

He blinked. "Oh...uh. Yeah." Brick scratched his head and noticed his hat was still on the sand. He swiped it and restored it to its rightful place atop his hair. "You wanna get outta here?"

Blossom didn't actually think he would want to continue. Say no Blossom, you have to say no! "Sure." She blurted out.

He blinked again. "Well alright. Let's go." He guided her up the steps to where he had parked his motorcycle. Once they arrived, Brick awkwardly scratched the back of his head. "Uhh...here." He pulled off his shirt and handed it to her. "I don't want you getting all cold on the way. Or anything." He looked down.

Blossom took the offered shirt. "Thanks." She said in a small voice. Never in her life did she think she would be thanking a Rowdyruff Boy for anything. Let alone Brick. She looked at him and studied the crisp lines of masculinity that made up his chest. A deep V that on more than one occasion Blossom had called "sexy man muscles" dipped below his belt and disappeared from view. Would I get to see the rest of those lines? Her face felt hot and she quickly slipped the soft fabric over her head. "So, how does this work?"

Brick laughed then. "You get on and hold on, Pinky." He threw a leg over the bike and patted the space behind him. "Jump on."

Trying not to let her anxiety show, Blossom hopped onto the back of the vehicle and loosely held onto Brick's bare waist. "What about helmets?"

She felt him grab her arms and pull her closer. "We got a built in helmet called Chemical X. And you'll fall right off with those noodles. Hold on tighter, I don't bite."

She was soon flush against his back, her breasts smooshed against his skin with only a few cloth barriers. She felt her nipples harden. Oh man, Blossom. What have you gotten yourself into?

Just then, a thought occurred to the red-haired beauty. "Brick, why do you have a motorcycle if you can fly? Why are we leaving like this if we can both fly?" She made to get off.

His hands prevented her escape and she felt the rumble of the ignition beneath her. "Because it's fun and loud. Now hold on." And the two went screaming off into the night.


Blossom Utonium had never felt her heart beat as hard as it did on the back of the motorcycle with Brick. Not only did she have no clue where they were going, but she was wearing nothing but a damp swimsuit and a t-shirt. How scandalous.

Not many where out in Townsville at this time of day, and Brick didn't stop for anyone.

Pushing her face into the bare skin of the redhead's back, she squeezed him tight. He smelt like spicy smoke and cinnamon. A uniquely masculine scent that added sweet delights on top of the the vibrations of the motor under her legs. Her core clenched. She didn't really want this, did she?

The night wind whipped their hair into knots and Blossom knew there would be hell to brush out later. But she didn't care. In that moment she felt more alive than she had ever felt in her life. It was like she was a carefree heroine in a movie where the bad boy came to shake up her world and whisk her off into the world of sin.

Maybe it was the thrill, maybe it was her being tired of being the responsible one all the time. All the same, she felt a smile creep onto her face.

A few exhilarating minutes later and the two pulled into the driveway of a dark building on the outskirts of town. Blossom didn't recognize the location, but she didn't feel scared anymore.

"Bienvenue ma chérie." Brick parked the motorcycle and swiftly dismounted. He offered a hand to Blossom for help.

She took it. "Thank you, Brick." She felt her heartbeat pick up and her face grew hot.

"Being nice are we?" He teased as he led her to the door. "What happened to the ice bitch persona?"

Blossom frowned in annoyance. "I was just thanking you for your help, if you don't want me to say anything at all I won't." She held her chin up in defiance.

"Cool the jets there, I'm just messing with you. I like it when you say my name, Blossom." He unlocked the door and invited her in.

The way her name fell from his lips excited her too, and she shivered. "This is where you live?"

Brick nodded and shut the door, locking it. "Me and the bros. Obviously they're not around right now."

"Where are they?" Blossom felt a bit better knowing she and Brick wouldn't be disturbed by his brothers. The last thing she needed was them knowing she had been here.

He shrugged and dumped the keys into a dish. "Beats me. I'm not their keeper. Besides," he spun around to face those enchanting eyes again. "I've got you."

The delicious scent of him was back, as was the heat that radiated off of him. "Yeah." She looked up. Badum badum. Did she want this?

Brick caught her face in his hands. "Blossom?" Badum badum badum. Did she REALLY want this?

He leaned closer.

Yes, I do.

Letting go of all inhibitions and grudges she had held towards him, Blossom reached up and closed the distance between their lips, trying her hardest to convey her consent to him. She moaned at the taste of him, wondering why she had been reluctant in the first place.

He was like kissing the sun, and for once in her life she didn't shy away from its rays. No one could convince her to hide any longer, she wanted to feel the heat.

Brick was caught off-guard at her urgency, and he took a moment before returning the passion. Those pink cherry blossom lips tasted like the sweetest fruit juice on a hot day. The icy coolness inside of her caused him to release some of his heat, and neither one of them noticed literal steam forming where they connected.

Taking her in his arms, Brick half stumbled half ran through the dark house until he found the room he was looking for. He carried her over the threshold of his bedroom and slammed the door behind him. They fell onto his bed together and resumed their furious kisses.

Blossom tugged his shirt over her head and threw it to the ground. She felt as though she was burning up, and the center of the heat was now prodding her legs apart.

He all but ripped off his pants, more comfortable now but his hard length still straining against some fabric. Why wasn't underwear better adapted to erections? It's not like the guys who made these didn't have dicks. He made to remove them himself, but Blossom stopped him.

Brick froze in place, refusing to move and break the spell she had cast. Her small, nimble fingers tugged the offending garment off, allowing his cock to spring free into the night air. He exhaled in relief, then immediately sucked in a breath as Blossom began to touch him.

Her hands traced the veins that ran the entire length of his skin, marveling at how something so foreign to her could feel so natural. His skin was soft and velvety, not unlike the tender folds she had often caressed in the dark. Her tongue poked out, and she curiously licked the length of him.

He hissed out his breath along with a few flames. "You're killin' me, Bloss." He made fists with his hands, trying to keep control.

She laughed as his shaft twitched in midair. Her hands circled the full thickness and began to pull and push on his skin, watching in fascination as it moved. "You know, I've never done this before." Her innocent pink eyes looked up sweetly into his own.

"R-Really? Could've fooled me..." Brick wasn't sure what he expected when he invited Blossom into his home, but this certainly wasn't it. Not that he was complaining.

His hands sought her out, wanting to give her the same ungodly feelings as him. He found her shoulder, and he slipped down lower to find those perfect twins again. But he hit her swimsuit instead, and he scowled.

"How about we even the playing field a bit, eh?" Brick removed her hands from his throbbing cock and wound his hands behind her back, untying the strings from her top.

As Brick removed the still-damp bikini from her skin, Blossom held her breath as her face began to feel hot again. What if he thinks I'm weird? Do I look weird? Self-doubt flashed in her eyes but Brick wasn't looking there.

Pink nipples the exact same shade as her lips peeked up from the soft flesh of her breasts. Holy smokes. If Blossom decided to kill him one day, he would plead and beg on his knees to do it with her chest. Just smother me and I'll already be in heaven.

"Brick?" Her soft voice snapped him out of his masochistic fantasy and he noticed she was picking at her fingers. She must've been nervous.

"What a babe." Was all Brick could say in that moment before he pulled her into his embrace.

His lips found her rosy peaks and he engulfed them into his mouth. She gasped and her hands settled into his hair. The darker side of him encouraged him to elicit more of those sounds from her, so he gave her a sharp nip with his teeth as he released the first of her breasts. He quickly switch to the other, his tongue circling before he began to suck.

Blossom's voice went up an octave and she pushed down a moan. Her legs clenched together, desperate for something to fill the suddenly overbearing void she felt. A throb rang through her body and she released the moan she desperately tried to hide.

Bricks lips released her breast with a wet pop. He trailed lower, leaving bites and other rough kisses on the way. Soon, he reached the valley between her legs, and he looked up at her.

Her breathing was ragged, her eyelids heavy. Like a wanton goddess or a siren come to drown him, he was under her influence. What would the media say about her now?

He gave her a wolfish smile before peeling away her bottoms. Her bare skin was still cool from the water she had previously swum in, a fact that he was sure he could fix in record time. Here goes nothin'.

"B-Brick!" Blossom almost shrieked as his mouth laved at her vulva. The air was thick with the scent of her, and Brick felt higher than he'd ever been. As he opened her folds for better access, her juices flowed into his lips, almost making him moan at the taste. There was nothing he could compare it to.

And there was nothing that would ever compare again. Not with her.

His agile tongue explored her wet folds making her cry out and fist her hands into his hair. Her own exploration of her body could not hold a candle to what Brick was making her feel. She felt dizzy and euphoric and every other good feeling she could think of. Please don't ever stop.

Brick murmured something against her slit and the feeling sent a shock through her body. "Where in the hell...ah, found it."

With all the tenderness a Rowdyruff Boy could afford, Brick gently began to rub a new spot on Blossom's dripping pussy that made her see stars. It wasn't rough at all, and he seemed rather experienced at this. Gee, I wonder why.

That thought annoyed Blossom somewhat, but she figured she was the one here with him now, and she was determined to never let him forget it. As much as it pained her, she tugged on his hair until he looked up at her.

"Do you mind? Trying to eat here." His deadpan delivery made Blossom laugh even as her cheeks burned hotter.

"I want to make you feel good too." She reached her hands down but he stopped her.

"Not tonight. This one is all about you, girl." His heavy gaze smoldered over her. She reached for him.

Their lips connected, and Blossom could still faintly taste her own juices on his lips. An unfamiliar familiar taste graced her tongue. She pulled him down with her and wrapped her arms and legs around the muscles of his body. Something brushed against her silky folds and her core tightened in anticipation. "Please."

Brick stopped his attack of her lips and looked into those haunting eyes. "Anything for you, Pinky."

He positioned the tip of his still hard erection against her and slowly moved the tip around, seeing as the moisture would help make this as pleasant as possible. He held his breath and felt his control slowly begin to snap.

With the last shred of self-respect he had, he thrust into her and almost came upon impact with her womb.

It wasn't anything like she expected, like she had read in her racy novels with Bubbles. She had expected pain, blood, a few tears, and tender kisses from her lover to ease the discomfort. But all Blossom felt was...good. Really good. She wanted him to do it again.

"Move." She commanded with the full authority of a Powerpuff Girl.

Brick huffed. "Yes, ma'am." He pulled out, almost completely, and then thrust back in once again. Oh, my, GOD.

Sure, Brick had already had sex before. It wasn't really that surprising. But those had been with those other girls. The humans. And it didn't feel anything like this.

This creature coming undone before his eyes was built explicitly for him, and him alone. The Chemical X in their blood pounding against each other as their bodies rocked. He picked up the pace, keeping in mind her inexperience with the physical act of love. He hated that word.

Yet in this moment Brick felt every bit in love with Blossom as could be. He would just never admit that to her, or himself. Must just be her body.

Blossom held on for dear life against Brick's back as his raging length connected inside of her body. Her fingers began to go numb, her toes curling into the bed sheets. She needed to take some deep breaths, but it was so hard to do when it felt like her body was on fire.

Mustering up some strength, she suddenly sat up and flipped them over, feeling his cock slip out of her juicy wetness. She lowered herself, following nothing but instinct as she sat down, completely engulfing him in her icy heat.

Brick's mind was reeling. He felt as though he would explode if he so much as took a breath of air. But he needed to keep going. For her sake. He would do it for her.

"Oh!" Blossom bounced up and down gracefully, as though she'd done this a million times. His hands found her breasts and grabbed hold of them, keeping them safe. Brick's eyes could have rolled into the back of his head at what she was doing to him. When did she get the time to learn how to do this?

Then, Brick felt her walls constrict around him and she climaxed with a vengeance. She panted and gasped, her chest rising and falling beneath his fingers. Brick felt his own release coming all too soon as well.

"Blossom, you've gotta get off me." He tried to put that in the gentlest manner he could without upsetting her too much.

Her eyes popped open. "What?" Too late. She sounded hurt.

Ah, shit. "No Blossom, I'm not gonna do that to you. You're too..you're too special for me to do that to you. Please, get off." It was getting harder to fight back the climax as it approached.

Suddenly realizing, Blossom removed herself and Brick's hand finished himself off. Sticky, white semen oozed out as Brick came down, somewhat embarrassed at having done that in front of her. Just in time though.

As he lay there, taking deep breaths at the mind blowing experience the two of them had just shared, Blossom looked at a clock in his room.

"Shit!" She screeched, ignoring his raised eyebrows, and looked around for her clothes. She snatched her bathing suit pieces off of the ground and wadded them into a ball. "Sorry, Brick. I've gotta go."

It was much later in the evening than she anticipated, and she was sure her sisters and the professor were out of their minds with worry. Where on earth could Blossom, the responsible one, be?

"Oh." Brick's heart sunk ever so slightly. He wasn't sure why. It's not like she could've spent the night or anything. Yeah, right.

"I hope you don't mind if I take this with me, I don't really have anything else." Blossom pulled on the shirt without waiting for his reply and opened the window in his room. She looked back at him with kind eyes. "Thank you, Brick." She blew a kiss and jetted off into the sky, hoping to God no one would look up as she flew by.

Brick barely had a chance to wave before she was gone. He blew out a breath. "Fuck, man." All he was left with was cum to clean up and feelings to sort out.