BACK FROM THE DEAD. Your reviews revived me, so pat yourselves on the back haha :) this one is for you babes, I was sitting in my jumpseat during takeoff and thinking about this song, boom. Here it is! Just sorry it took so long haha there's no excuse let's be honest.

Rated for explicit content because let's face it, abstinence only sex-ed doesn't work.

Love youuuu happy pie day y'all.

~I want a girl with lips like morphine

Knock me out every time they touch me

I want to feel a kiss just crush me

And break me down~

"Lips Like Morphine" -Kill Hannah

Was too much of a good thing, bad? Brick sure didn't know, Brick sure didn't know, not many good things came his way after all. Matter of fact, most things, good or bad, didn't stick around long enough to rouse him out of the numb void he felt constantly.

But Blossom, oh man. Couldn't get enough of that thing. Chick. Woman. Whatever.

He could see her every second of every minute of every hour of every day and still be greedy for more.

She was an actual drug. Some addicts shoot up to feel something, some to stop feeling. Brick spent time with Blossom for the perfect dose of both.

There was bliss in ignorance, and for the first time ever Brick envied those vacuous simpletons that his woman worked tirelessly to protect. They not only got to see her kicking ass on a semi-regular basis, and Brick knew better than anyone how hot that was, but they also got to skate through life without feeling the empty vacuum of pain like him.

Oh yeah, and there was the sensation of being as close to heaven as St. Pete would let him.

Blossom was made for him, of that he was quite certain. She could have been a succubus, draining him of his life force and virility each time they kissed but damn if he wasn't her enabler.

All she had to do was blink at him and he was uncomfortably hard. Seeing her rosebud lips form the shapes to his name was sexier than any strip club in any city in the world. If he could have crawled under her skin and swam in her blood for eternity he would have done it, on his knees, crying tears of joy.

And that fact scared him absolutely shitless. .

The fact that one bossy girl who once made him spontaneously combust after a kiss now occupied his every waking and sleeping thought meant he was getting way too close for comfort. Not good.

But he was always a sadomasochist at heart, and if something makes you happy, why the fuck not?

The aforementioned goddess was currently typing furiously on her laptop. She had told him what she was doing previously, something for finals or whatver. But unless she mentioned any part of her female anatomy in close proximity with his own, he tuned it out.

Tickticktickticktick

Her fingers flew over the keys with a speed that could beat any court recorder. The sound was mildly irritating, especially when Brick imagined those slender fingers doing much more interesting things with his own body. Much like what had happened just one night prior: the smooth, cool feel of her skin against the hot, needy flesh of his-

"Not now, Brick. I'm busy. Put that away."

She didn't even spare him a glance as he all but sulked in his agonizing arousal.

He sighed. That, as she had oh-so-kindly referred to it as, refused to be ignored and stood out far and tall against his sweatpants. "Misery loves company, eh?" He mumbled, knowing she could still hear him.

Brick fell back against the bed as he sighed. "Aren't you done yet? You've been click-clacking on that damn computer for an hour! I thought you came over here to see me and for some sookie sookie?" Truth be told, he was feeling left out, and jealous of a... computer.

Blossom did look over then. "You make it sound like our relationship is nothing more than a depraved frenzy of sexual activity. I'll have you know I put more value on... whatever this is that we have, Brick." She resumed typing. "Besides I'm almost done. I just have to finish my conclusion on the four humors, two minutes, time me."

Ooh. Not only did he love it when she said his name, but he loved it when she made him challenge her. Power couples didn't have shit on this pair. He grinned. "You got it babe," he looked at his watch, "and...GO!"

Blossom's fingers picked up more speed, her eyes darting back and forth, proofreading as she typed. Word after word spilled out of her mind onto the document. Tick tock, tick tock.

"Done!" She threw her hands into the air, panting from the thrill of beating the clock. She turned to him expectantly. "Well?"

Brick grinned wider and showed her his timer. "Tough luck babe, you were two seconds too slow. Guess that means I win." His fingers inched towards the top of her computer, itching to shut it and finally get down to real business.

Blossom started. "Wha-what? Two seconds? But I..." She furiously looked between her beloved paper and the evil numbers on Brick's wrist. "You don't win, I did all the work! Time won!" An angry frown slipped into her face at having lost.

He laughed and gently closed the computer. "Well then just call me Father Time, babe. And I'm about to make sure you lose track of that for a while..." His long fingers undid the ponytail she had neatly wrapped her hair into. Her long, beautiful hair flowed well past her shoulders and he began to massage the tension out of her scalp. "Take a deep breath, you need a little R and R every now and then Blossy, everyone does."

Brick had found he was adept at making the leader of the Powerpuff Girls forget who or where she was for a while. It was a skill he took great pride in perfecting, and practice makes perfect after all.

Releasing a happy sigh, Blossom began to relax and melt into his touch. "You're right, but I get so caught up in the research, I guess I get carried away." She leaned against his hands as he drifted down to her neck and shoulders. "But you knew that, that's why you let me come over, right?" She looked up into his eyes, so similar yet so different from her own.

He raised an eyebrow. "A gentleman never leaves a lady in need." A smirk danced on his lips as his hands went lower still, reaching her back.

Blossom scoffed. "Since when are you a gentleman, Brick?"

"Since you started saying my name like that, Blossom." His hands dropped to his sides and he swallowed. This chick, he swore to God, did things to him without thinking.

She turned to look at him then. The sudden hazy look in her eye signalled that she had begun to leave what Brick called her "lame brain" behind as she moved on from her schoolwork. "Oh, really? Then who was that last night that just couldn't wait for me to finish first while I-"

Cutting her off with his lips on hers, Brick pulled her to her feet so she was flush against him. She hummed in content and wound her arms around his neck, feeling the soft baby hairs at the nape.

"You need to learn to shut that beautiful mouth of yours sometimes, hon." His words were more felt than heard as they kissed slowly, savoring the moment of true bliss. "I can think of some things I'd rather have you doing, if you need suggestions..."

Blossom sighed. "Oh, really?" She broke their embrace and pushed him backwards onto the bed.

Brick hit the soft sheets with an oomph as the breath was knocked from his lungs. He swallowed thickly as she crept up his body like a panther. "Holy smokes." All blood immediately rushed south.

His head rolled back as he took a shuddering breath. "Take me Pinky, I'm all yours." Normally he would be the one making her beg for him to touch her, but this role reversal had him shaking.

They were nose to nose now. Her vision was hidden by her fiery hair, hiding her emotions from him. She blew out a puff of cold air that made his cheeks flush and his erection throb with need. Her chilly fingers slinked under his cotton t-shirt and up his chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

For the briefest of moments, Brick thought he was dying, that she had somehow reached into his chest with her icy hands and plucked out his heart like a ripe apple. He could feel himself drifting away, leaving his body behind...

Then she suddenly grasped his hard length and he was brought back to Earth with a fury.

He gasped in shock at the cold sensation and nearly came just on contact. Somehow, he managed to keep it together. For her perhaps.

Or maybe for him, the Rowdyruff Boys were villains after all.

But as she stroked him that notion left the building. It was all her, of course it was. His own hands could never make him have an out of body experience, and it took at least 5 minutes of self arousal to get a release.

"Fuck Blossom, you've been practicing without me or something?" Brick rasped as she pressed her fingers against the space between his balls and his ass. He had meant it as a joke but the thought of his woman being this intimate with anyone other than himself filled his veins with green envy.

She laughed, pure as a bell "Wouldn't you like to know, Mr. Jojo?" She smirked as she began to move her lips down his chest, kissing his freckles.

Brick barked out a laugh. "As if anyone could make you feel as good as I do, nice try Leader Girl. I know you want me as bad as I do. Face it, we're in this for the long haul at this point, heh." He stared at those cotton candy eyes that watched him as she inched closer and closer to the hem of his sweats. Never have I seen a more beautiful sight.

"Okay, if I admit it what will you do for me?" She was taunting him, slowly dragging the fabric past his hips.

All sense went out the window. "I-uh...anything." he whispered, half to himself.

"What was that?" His dick sprang free from his clothes, but she didn't go any further.

Snapping himself out of the daze somewhat, Brick repeated himself. "I would do...anything. For you, girl." His words sounded far away but his eyes locked onto her own and Blossom suddenly felt like someone was squeezing her heart.

She smiled at him. "I'm going to hold you to that one day, especially when tax season comes up. I know you're good at number crunching." A laugh full of mirth shook her frame.

Brick balked somewhat. "Only you would give me a fix in exchange for me doing your taxes." He would have laughed, but the pressure in his loins was getting uncomfortable, and he couldn't move without her trailing fire on his skin.

Shrugging, she stated, "I'm a girl with very specific goals, and I know how to get to them. Now," she tugged his sweatpants all the way off, "what were we doing just now?" Blossom resumed her ministrations on his aching member. "Oh yes..."

She gave him a few light kisses up and down the length of his penis, following the veins swollen with his blood.

"Bloss, Bloss, you gotta... I'm gonna!" Too late. Hot and sticky semen oozed onto her chest, staining the shirt she had borrowed from him the day prior.

She looked down at herself, then back at him with a raised eyebrow. "Wow Brick, who would've known that talking about my finances would be the trigger for the big O." She wiped her hands together, trying not to smear his fluids everywhere.

Brick sat up, somewhat mortified as that was exactly what happened. "Whoa, Blossom, that's not-I mean..." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "You just don't know what you do to me girl, I can't help it." Deciding that the truth was probably the best course of action with the girl before him, Brick felt his cheeks color.

Blossom was silent for a minute, then tackled him in a sticky, sweaty hug, laughing away. "Oh my God! That was just too funny! I'm never going to not laugh when I check my bank account!" She giggled relentlessly, making Brick frown in embarrassment.

"Yeah well, don't go spreading my accounting fetish around. Got a reputation or whatver." He grumbled, happy to have her close but upset at himself for letting go too soon. Have some self respect, dipshit. C'mon, get it together.

Pulling back from him, Blossom had a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Well we are both covered in your mess now, so you can make it up to me in the shower with those long legs of yours."

She stood up, and in one fluid motion removed the shirt and bared her breasts to the fresh air. Then she shimmied out of her flowy skirt and sauntered over to his bathroom. "I'll be in there then, try not to keep a girl waiting too long, Rowdyruff the gentleman."

As she shut the door, her silhouette burned an image in Brick's mind, and he could already feel himself getting hard again. Holy fuck.

If he could, Brick would have an IV drip full of the hot pink essence that was Blossom.

And then he wouldn't feel so achingly lonely when she left.