"Do you actually like her?" Blossom's face was bordering on an almost disgusted grimace.
"Well, she is my girlfriend." Brick said, in a flat, unconvincing tone. He didn't even try to make it sound like he was actually interested in her, which just annoyed her all the more.
"That's not an answer." She stated matter of factly.
Brick ignored her and double checked the answers he'd long since filled out on the assignment they'd all been given, even though he knew damn well that they were already correct.
Blossom let out a faint sigh and turned away from him, taking the not so subtle hint. Since her and Brick had started getting along better, she tried to pick her battles more carefully now.
Not twenty minutes before, she had yet again stumbled into one of Brick and Clara's heated arguments in front of Clara's locker. Once again, she cursed her AP Chem teacher for delegating any and all random errands to her and only her. If it wasn't delivering some papers to the office then it was picking up something he'd forgotten in the teacher's lounge. Being the top student in school as well as "everything nice" she could do little but dutifully oblige. On more than one occasion she had caught them in a heated private moment. By 'heated' she didn't mean a steamy make out session and well, they were in the middle of the hall so nobody should expect privacy, but that never stopped them.
Their arguments were usually just him staring back at her with a bored expression, while she ranted and raved about all the ways he was screwing up. For some ungodly reason, he never seemed to fight back, just took her crap silently and moved on. Why? Blossom couldn't begin to imagine. It was so, un-Brick.
Brick was not the type to be bossed around. Especially to allow some girl that he'd only been dating for a few weeks to lead him by a chain, while he followed behind happily. Well, happily was certainly not the right word. More like Unbothered? Content?
The worst part about the whole thing was that it didn't seem like Brick had ever actually done anything to warrant her random attacks. She'd once caught her scolding him for not texting her enough, but Brick had been in class, taking an important test. It was just so… Frustrating.
She was jolted out of her deep train of thought when Brick suddenly spoke again after minutes of silence. "Why do you care anyway?"
When she looked at him she felt her face flush and it took a moment for her to compose herself before answering. "I just think-"
"That's the problem." He replied, snarkily. "You should stop doing that." Ugh. Asshole.
Blossom scoffed, irritated that seconds ago she had been flustered by him. She turned to meet the coldness that was his crimson eyes, "How about instead of me not using my brain, you start using yours. I know you're smarter than your detrimental relationship would suggest." She spat, not backing down from his hard glare.
"What are you my fucking therapist?" He snapped back. His voice came out a little louder than he intended, eliciting a few curious looks from around the room. One catch of his intimidating eyes sent anyone who dared look, cowering. Always. Anyone but Blossom, that is. So much for picking her battles. She couldn't seem to help herself this time, she'd been holding back her opinion for too long. Honestly, was it even an opinion? Because really, it felt like she was giving him the hard truth.
"I wouldn't have pegged you for the type to let yourself be steamrolled by an overly demanding girlfriend. But it's none of my business."
"You're right, it's not." He said through grit teeth, eyes still flashing, dangerously clouded over.
This time it was Blossom who turned away from the conversation, she hadn't meant for it to get this heated, she was just curious about whether he actually liked Clara. And Blossom Utonium had never been able to deny her curiosity, even knowing that the cat usually wound up dead.
"Fucking steamrolled?!"
She whipped her head back in his direction, apparently he wasn't finished yet. Fine, two could play that game.
His irises were almost glowing now, "As if I would ever let anyone steamroll me. You obviously need to get your vision checked there Bloss."
She met his fiery gaze with the same ferocity, only in a shade of pink. "My eyesight is perfect. As I'm sure you're well aware." She smirked. "Kind of impossible to tell when every time I see you too, you're letting her talk down to you while you just stand there and take it." She glanced around the room to make sure they weren't being watched. They weren't. "You seem bored, unchallenged. I just can't figure out why you're still with her."
He clenched his jaw tightly, in order to prevent it from falling open. He certainly didn't expect her to go on such a tangent. "You're such a fucking know it all. But you're wrong, I'm not bored.. Have you ever considered that maybe she's such a good lay, that it's worth putting up with her shit?" His lip curled into a sinister smirk as he waited for her reaction.
Her reaction was not the offended blush that he was expecting. Instead, "No I hadn't considered that. Because I know that a girl can be good in bed and not be a total piece of shit girlfriend."
Brick raised an eyebrow. Very rarely did Blossom ever feel the need to curse. In fact, he'd only ever heard her a handful of times. And this being one of them, caught him very off guard. Also, how did she know?
"Aside from that, there's more passion in this conversation right now with me, than I've ever witnessed you have with her."
With that, the bell rang signalling the end of class. Brick sat there frozen, in a confused stupor, trying to gather his thoughts. Blossom leisurely stood up, pushed her hair behind her ear and collected her things to leave the room.
Passion?
It had been nearly a week since he and Blossom had gotten into it in it class and still the word hung over his head like a rain cloud, threatening to erupt at any moment. Why was that the word she chose to use? Why hadn't she said anger or fight or something.. Anything else? He hadn't been able to get the conversation out of his head for days. Who did she think she was anyway? What business was it of hers if he liked his girlfriend or not? Which by the way, he didn't. And he wasn't just in it for the sex either, because in fact, he hadn't slept with her. But no chance he was going to tell Blossom either of those things. Just like he wasn't going to tell her that the real reason he was dating anyone at all, was to try and keep his mind off of her..
He was still slightly annoyed about having let her get the last word.. But she went and said passion of all things, and curse his stupid teenage hormones… The word had practically gone straight to his dick. Then she just brushed her tantalizing copper hair back and left like it was nothing.
Why did she care so much? For a moment he let himself get swept up in the thought that maybe she actually liked him back, but that idea died down quicker than it had even sprouted. There was no way in hell that Blossom would ever have feelings for him. While she was undoubtedly gorgeous, brilliant and powerful. She was also high maintenance, uptight and above all else, a hero. A hero to all of Townsville… She would never be able to stand next to a former criminal, especially one who was literally created to be her enemy. At least, that's what he let himself believe. Better to never know the truth, than to be shot down, right?
That didn't change his feelings for her, however, which is how he came up with the idea to throw himself into a relationship.. That way the possibility of him doing something stupid and reckless, like asking her out.. Would never happen. Thus, he ended up with his current girlfriend, who he couldn't stand but refused to break up with. One that he had no passion for, whatsoever. Once again the accomplished mind that was Blossom Utonium, cracks the code.
At least his recent argument with her, gave him a chance to be pissed at her for a while, instead of longing for her. As much as he was enamored with her, he was also a stubborn jackass. Not to mention, stirring Blossom from her normal poise, also stirred something in him.
Her and Brick hadn't been on the best terms since last Friday and it was currently Friday again. She sighed as she slid out of her chair and headed for the door to leave school for the day. When she stepped out of the classroom, Brick was right in front of her. She felt a pang in her chest, thinking about how rocky things had been between them lately. She felt guilty about causing it and made a snap decision to try and fix things. Not wanting their rekindled hostility to carry into another week.
"Hey.. Brick!" She caught up to him before he could get further away, falling instep beside him.
Brick looked at her curiously, scrunching his eyebrow. "Uh, Blossom… What?" The last part sounded more harsh than he'd intended. Dammit. But like normal, she looked undeterred.
She looked down, fiddling with her binder as they walked. "I just.. Wanted to apologize. I shouldn't have said anything, I mean, it obviously wasn't my place."
"Don't worry about it." He said simply, taken aback that she would even care to apologize. Like himself, Blossom was headstrong. Nice enough to say sorry, even if just to smooth things over, peacemaker that she was. What surprised him was that she would bother to, for his sake. That was not a side of her that he'd ever known. To everyone else, yes, but faltering to him? That left him stunned. They were almost to his locker now.
"Things have been so much better between us lately and... I don't want that to change." She swallowed the lump in her throat and hoped she didn't sound too pathetic. But it was true, she couldn't stand things being this.. quiet between them. Not that they were friends or anything, but they finally weren't enemies anymore either, they'd even been kind of friendly over the past year. She wouldn't admit it to him, but… Their newfound relation meant something to her. He meant something to her.
They stopped in front of his locker, but before Brick could utter a reply Clara ran up, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
Blossom's face fell and feeling extremely awkward and intrusive she immediately turned and walked down the hall, leaving them to it.
When Brick realized what was even happening and pulled away from his tiresome girlfriend, his eyes darted back to the spot where Blossom had been. She wasn't there, instead, he watched her long ponytail swaying as she walked away from him. She had kind of let herself be vulnerable in front of him for a second, and he gave nothing in return. Not so much as a reply. There was a good chance that he'd never have the opportunity to see that side of her again. He felt like someone had stabbed him in the chest.
No wait. "What are you doing?" He snapped at Clara, swatting away the finger that had been poking into his chest.
"I said, why were you with Blossom Utonium?" She fake gagged.
He turned away from her, ignoring her question and her completely, as he opened his locker.
Having already finished her homework for the weekend, "way too enthusiastically" if you asked Buttercup, Blossom found herself at Malph's picking up some ingredients for dinner.
Each of the girls had two nights to make dinner, leaving one night for The Professor, who was a notoriously bad cook. After picking up a few seasonings and other dry ingredients, she headed over to the candle aisle. Her basket was draped over her arm and her face buried in her shopping list, admittedly, she hadn't been paying attention when she walked straight into someone.
"Sorry!" She immediately apologized, kneeling down to retrieve her fallen list. At the same time the incredibly rude guy standing in the middle of the aisle growled, "Watch where you're going."
When she stood back up and he turned around, her and Brick were face to face. Well more like face to chest, him being at least a foot taller than her.
Dammit. Brick silently kicked himself for having the worst luck imaginable, as the one person who he wouldn't have knowingly said that to stood before him. Because, of course she fucking did.
A light blush spread over Blossom's face, more than a little embarrassed to have bumped into him like that, especially after how things had been between them this past week. Plus her failed attempt to patch things up earlier that day.. "Brick. Right, sorry I'll watch where I'm going." She turned to leave the way she'd come from, all too eager to escape her shame. It would be him, of all people.
Brick caught her arm as she tried to leave. "Blossom, come on.. I wouldn't have said that if I knew it was you." He spun her back around to face him. She raised an eyebrow, noting his uncharacteristically sincere tone. "Besides, you obviously came down here for a reason." His eyes flickered to the pink paper she was clutching onto.
Regaining her composure, she turned her attention to the enormous selection of candles, folding her list and sliding it into her pocket. "It was kind of a rude thing to say to anyone." She scolded.
Brick rolled his eyes dramatically enough for her to notice. She rolled hers back and then started smelling candles. "Hey so, about earlier." He started. Still holding a plum-colored candle, she curiously met his gaze. "We uh, didn't get to finish our conversation.."
She bit her lip and then averted her gaze back to the shelf, busying herself with all the scents again. "Yeah well, you became a little.. Preoccupied."
Fucking Clara. Why did she have to have the worst timing possible? "That lasted about one second." He muttered, "But you were already gone."
"Didn't wanna stay for the show. Besides, your girlfriend doesn't like me."
No. No she doesn't. Brick watched as Blossom smelled just about every candle in the aisle, before choosing one that he knew she didn't smell, and placing it directly in her basket. Must be her favorite? "What makes you say that?"
Blossom put her hand on her hip and looked at him incredulously, "Oh come on. If I was an average girl I would probably burst into flames from all the heated glares she sends my way. Especially if I'm with you." She let out a little laugh.
No she definitely was not average. He gave her a once over while she was looking into her basket. Nothing about her was average. Not wanting to confirm or deny her accusation, he decided to take a more subtle approach. He glanced down at her basket, "Italian seasoning and candles, huh?"
"Yeah." She confirmed, smiling. And god could he get lost in that smile. "It's my night to cook dinner."
"You cook?"
She nodded. "We all do, The Professor is very busy.. Plus he only gets one night a week and it's still torture... Don't tell him I said that!"
He smirked, "If I ever meet your dad, I'll be sure to leave that bit out." Her smile widened, it was contagious and he couldn't help the grin that spread across his own face.
"So.." Blossom cleared her throat and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Will I see you at Jason's party?"
He thought the look in her eye was almost hopeful. "You're going?" He raised an eyebrow, a little shocked.
"Sure. I like to have fun."
"I think Clara was gonna drag me to it.. But maybe now I'll actually have a good time."
She bit back her smile now, why did it sound like he was kinda sorta flirting with her? Wait, no. He has a girlfriend. Don't go there. Still, she couldn't help the coquettish grin she accidentally sent his way. One that he definitely noticed, based on the intrigued if not slightly perplexed expression on his face.
A middle aged woman on a mission came skittering down the aisle like someone was going to get the last pack of apple cinnamon wax melts and just about plummeted an unsuspecting Blossom. Brick put his hand on the small of her back and pulled her out of the way and close to his chest, just as the entitled bitch went flying by with her full cart.
Blossom's breath hitched. She could hear someone, now to the left of her, but everything but her and Brick was quickly fading into the background. Her hand had instinctively gone out to steady herself and was now resting on Brick's torso, she could feel his very taut muscles through the thinness of his t-shirt. The aromatic smell of his body spray, combined with the strong hold of his hand, still lingering on her lower back.. Was threatening to send her lust into overdrive. All other smells and feelings escaped her and they were the two people left. She couldn't recall a time that they had been so close, without being in a fight. This felt different somehow, the pull she felt to stay near him was almost magnetic.
He hadn't really been thinking when he reached out to her, it was just a reflex. But as soon as he touched the bare skin that was peeking through between the hem of her shirt and the band of her jeans, he felt a spark, something urging him to keep holding her. And who was he to say no? She was close enough to smell, her head being right under his chin, the faint but alluring scent of strawberries overcame him. The hand that she had pressed against his abs was icy and cool, melting his heat, even through his shirt. How long had they been standing like that? Forever wouldn't be nearly long enough.
Her eyes flickered up to meet his, "My hero." She giggled lightly. Blossom.. Giggles? Finally another customer came to browse the shelf they were standing in front of, and they reluctantly pulled away from each other and took a few steps out of the way.
"I should.." She pointed her thumb over her shoulder, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow." She smiled coyly before turning on her heel and heading home.
"Looking forward to it." She was halfway down the aisle by the time he muttered it, but he knew she would hear. She looked back over her shoulder, granting him one last smile before she disappeared. He shook there, probably looking like a fucking idiot, until the other customer finally left. Then he went straight for the candle that Blossom had picked out, not even bothering with the one he'd originally came for. When he popped off the metal lid, the scent that filled the air around him, almost sent him stumbling back. Replacing the lid, he picked up two more and shoved them under his arm. Then he lowered the original one to read the name of the smell:
Strawberry Peppermint Freeze
"I'm so excited that you're coming tonight! Usually I have to beg you to make an appearance at a party!" Bubbles squealed, gripping onto Blossom's arm.
"Bubs you're gonna leave bruises." She laughed, glancing down at her arm.
"Oops sorry!"
"Anyway, Idunno.. I just thought it would be fun."
"Eek! I'm so happy!" Bubbles bounced over to her closet and pulled out a stockpile of dresses, throwing them onto Blossom's neatly made bed.
Buttercup floated in and landed on her own bed, rolling her eyes at the insane amount of clothes that Bubbles had scattered around the room. She had decided on wearing exactly what she already had on that day, a black band tee and a pair of forest green cargo pants. The only change she made to her appearance was adding a little eyeliner and tying her shirt in the front, to show off a trace amount of her well defined stomach. "Can't you just pick something Bubs? I wanna go." She complained.
"I wanna be fashionably late." Bubbles picked up a light blue flowy dress and held it up in front of her.
"We're already "fashionably late" and I wanna get drunk!"
Bubbles tried on the dress and twirled around in front of the full length mirror. "What do you think about this one?"
Blossom was also ready to get to the party, eager to see Brick and didn't want to waste any more time. Her and Buttercup exchanged a knowing look and in unison both girls began complimenting Bubbles and raving about that dress being the perfect one. Bubbles eyes went wide with happiness and it was decided. Blossom would have felt bad if she'd been lying, but Bubbles really did look great. They just needed the enthusiasm to speed things along.
As soon as they got to the party, Buttercup took off for her friends, jumping onto Butch's back and claiming the drink he'd been holding for herself.
Bubbles stayed with Blossom until they ran into Robin and then knowing her sister wasn't going to be left alone, she ventured off to find her own friends too.
"Bloss you look incredible!" Robin said, eyeing her best friend's outfit. "I love when you bring the girls out! I'm so jealous of your curves."
"Oh please! You have an amazing body Robin!" She complimented back, and meant it wholeheartedly.
"Come on, let's get a drink."
On their way to the kitchen, Blossom first saw Clara and then as she rounded the corner, there was Brick standing near her. He was already downing whatever drink was in his solo cup, when he spotted her. She smiled at him as she passed, headed for her own drink. Blossom wasn't much of a drinker, and she absolutely hated the taste. It took more alcohol to get super powered beings drunk, so it was kind of a hassle, but she did like that sweet spot right between being buzzed and drunk. It felt good to lose a little bit of control every now and again and it made her sociable and carefree. Plus if she wasn't drinking then the people that didn't know her, had a hard time, worrying that she was going to call the cops or something stupid.. Just because she was a Powerpuff girl. That idea made her roll her eyes every time. Just because she saved people for a living, didn't mean she had to be a killjoy.
"One Robin Special coming up!"
She watched as her friend began mixing a crazy concoction together, packed full of different liquors and juices. It was Robin's favorite thing to do and since she hated the taste of all alcohol equally, she always let her have her fun. This wasn't the kind of drink just anyone could handle, it had copious amounts of alcohol, not to mention mixing that many kinds would likely make a normal person sick to their stomach.
"That's some drink." Blossom turned around to find Brick standing behind them, a look of amusement dancing on his face, as he watched Robin do her thing.
Robin stirred the drink and handed it to Blossom, then smiled over her shoulder at the red ruff. "You want one?"
Blossom took a long swig of hers, keeping her eyes locked on Brick.
"Hmm, maybe." He turned his attention to Blossom, as she slowly lowered the drink from her mouth. "Is it any good?" He asked, eyes lingering on her lips for a while before finally reaching her gleaming pink eyes.
She gave him a maybe a little bit flirty smile and held her cup out to him. "You can taste mine." She offered, not realizing how sultry her voice came across. "Unless you don't want my germs." She raised an eyebrow. Robin gawked at them but neither noticed.
If he wouldn't have been so tempted by her once in a lifetime offer, he would've been frozen from the shock. Was it just him or was Blossom actually flirting with him? Because it really seemed like she was. Without any hesitation he took the drink from her hand, brushing up against her fingers with his own, purposely, on the way. He took a drink and then without taking eyes off Blossom, "Best drink I've ever had."
Robin practically jumped for joy as she started making another batch, for him this time. Blossom's face turned a deep shade of pink, not only from his words, which she knew were meant for her.. But from the very obvious lustful look he was giving her. She felt her insides heat up, in an unfamiliar way.
As soon as Robin handed him his concoction, Clara came up from behind and pulled him away, sending a spiteful look at Blossom as she did so.
"Oh my god, you love him!" Robin whisper yelled, as soon as he was out of sight." Blossom looked down, biting her inner cheek, to hide her smile.
A while later, Blossom was heading out of the bathroom when she heard Clara's familiar nasally voice in the distance and stopped in her tracks.
"-I totally hooked up with Kyle last week!" She squealed to her friends.
"Get out!"
"Wait why? Brick is ridiculously hot!"
"Ugh. Yeah he's the most bangable guy I've ever seen. But I think he's gay." She said.
"What?!" Both of the girls shouted at the same time. Blossom stayed put, careful to keep quiet as she listened.
"He has to be. I mean, we've been dating for a month and he hasn't fucked me! He hardly talks to me, never tries to make a move, he won't even hang out with me."
"What the hell, that's so weird! But idunno, I really don't get that vibe from him."
"I don't care anyway. I never actually liked him, I just wanted to be able to say I had him. Clearly that's not gonna happen. It's so over between us."
Blossom tuned out the rest of the conversation, trying to process. So did Brick actually not like her? No, that made no sense. Who in their right mind would stay with someone they didn't like? No less confused, she finally turned and walked down the stairs, in the opposite direction.
After her third drink, probably close to ten shots of various liquors, Blossom was right at the sweet spot and feeling incredible.
She felt like she was floating, even though she knew very well she wasn't. She was just headed to find her blonde sister, when she heard her name.
Turning around, she spotted Clara, who was all over someone who wasn't Brick. Kyle maybe? She and a few other girls were standing in a circle, in the dining room.
"Blossom Utonium. Barf. If he's actually interested in her I swear to god-" Clara fumed.
"I mean, she is really pretty."
Blossom walked over to the group, nonchalantly, "What about Blossom Utonium?" She asked, amusedly.
The rest of the girls as well as the guy, upon seeing her, averted their gazes. All but Clara, who stared back into her eyes, with a venomous glare.
"Oh look, there's the slut now."
She smiled, finding it kind of interesting that someone had the guts to say something straight to her face for once. Not that she was used to being called a slut, that was a new one. "That's a disgusting word, one that I won't be repeating, but what have I done to earn the title?" She folded her arms over her chest.
"You all but throw yourself at my boyfriend." Clara spat.
"The boyfriend that you don't even like?" Blossom's head cocked, as her eyes moved from Clara to the guy she was practically on top of. "He deserves better than you."
"You bitch! You know nothing about our relationship. It's a lot more intense than you realize." She took a step closer to Blossom.
She scoffed. "Please. You couldn't handle a quarter of Brick's intensity."
"That's it. I've had it with you, you homewrecker. I'm gonna kick your ass!"
Blossom broke out into a fit of hysterics now. "That would hardly be a fair fight. So sorry, I'm gonna have to decline."
That really upset Clara, who pulled back and threw a punch directly aiming for Blossom's face. She was annoyed to find that Blossom easily caught her hand before it landed and set it back at her side gently. A few more failed attempts and people were starting to gather and gossip exploded about a fight. Blossom turned her head and spotted Brick leaning against a wall, watching in amusement. Crap, how long had he been there? She was suddenly really aware that she had made some pretty bold comments and prayed that he hadn't heard. Clara finally noticed him too. "Brick! Are you really gonna let her treat me like this?" She pouted, walking over to him.
Brick passed Clara and walked over to Blossom. "I think we need to have a little chat outside." Clara shot a triumphant look at Blossom just before she wordlessly turned to follow him away from the crowded party.
Blossom followed Brick, floating up to the roof of the skyscraper apartment that Jason lived in.
Once they were up there, she stood near the concrete half wall, biting her lip. "Look Brick, I'm sure that I'm causing trouble in your relationship, what with the flirting and everything... But I don't like your girlfriend and I'm not gonna apologize this time." Was it the alcohol talking or was she finally tired of hiding her true feelings? As soon as the words escaped her lips, part of her wished she could've taken them back. If she had been wrong about the flirting, things would be horribly awkward and tense between them now. A bigger part of her, however, felt a weight lift from her shoulders. One little L word… And all the intense feelings that she'd had for him for so long now.. That's why she finally came out and said it.
He stared at her for a long moment. His eyes drifted from her bewitching pink irises, over her chest and down to her bare, fit legs. That little red, curve hugging dress she was wearing, made it very hard not to stare. "I don't like her either. Never did."
Blossom furrowed her brows. "Then why are you-"
Brick closed the distance that had been between them and her heart started pounding. "Blossom, are you drunk?"
"What? She asked, confused. "No, I feel really good act-"
Before she could finish her sentence her mind went blank and she let out a faint moan as his mesmeric lips pressed into hers. It was so electrifying, they both had to pull back after the initial contact.
"I find it very attractive that you made sure I was in a sound state of mind first." She bit her bottom lip.
"I thought you might like that." His voice was laced with a desire that sent her reeling. This time his hands were at her waist as he pushed her into the wall, and found her soft but firm lips again. She kissed back, deeper even, hungry to taste him. Her hands found the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, as their kissing intensified. When his tongue brushed along her bottom lip, she opened up for him, eagerly. Their tongues intertwined, and her hands tangled into his long fiery red hair, sending his backwards hat to the cold ground. If he noticed then he certainly didn't care. He pressed himself further into her, until she could feel his hard erection. Automatically her leg lifted, sliding up the side of his, until it was wrapped around him. He picked her up, guiding her other leg around him and slammed her back into the wall, leaving an indent. Her mouth broke away from his, as her head tilted back, letting out a moan that made his dick throb. "You're much better suited to handle my intensity." He smirked into her neck, before burying his lips into it.
She blushed, slightly embarrassed that he'd heard any of that conversation, but it quickly melted away as his hot lips and tongue slid over her cool skin.
They were both panting hard, as they finally separated from each other. Their lips were swollen and beginning to bruise from their intense make out. Her neck was covered in hickies, that she was thankful would fade before The Professor would have a chance to see them in the morning. He gazed at her like she was the most precious thing to ever walk this earth, causing her heart to skip a beat. She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the freezing night air tenfold, after being tangled in his hot embrace for so long.
"I would offer you my hoodie, but like an idiot, I didn't wear one."
"I don't think your girlfriend would like me wearing your hoodie.." She bit her lip nervously.
He threw his arms around her, drawing her close again. And brought his lips to her ear, "You're a really naughty girl Blossom." His warm, seductive breath sent a shiver down her spine and she leaned into him further. "If I still had a girlfriend.. I think us passionately making out would be a lot worse than you wearing my hoodie." He said smugly, before kissing her forehead.
She pulled back to look at his face. "She actually broke up with you?" She asked curiously.
He furrowed his brows, "What makes you think she was going to break up with me?"
"I overheard her talking to her friend's. She thinks you're gay apparently." She smirked. "Weird, I thought she was "such a good lay."
Brick rolled his eyes. "I never actually said I slept with her. Or that I liked her. For the record, I've had my eye on someone else for a while now." He pulled her closer and she rested her head against his chest.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she inhaled a deep whiff of his scent. "You smell so. Freaking. Good." She moaned, nuzzling herself into him more, for a long moment. "I need to head home." She sighed hesitantly, not ready to leave him just yet. She kissed him, slinking her arms around his neck again. While their lips were locked, she lifted her knee between his legs and carefully ran it along his cock. His eyes went wide and she broke away from their embrace. "And so do you, apparently." She winked, before floating off to join the other stars in the dark night sky.
He was already fully aware of his throbbing member and how badly he needed to take care of it. Ever the vixen, Blossom Utonium was determined to make things harder on him.
THE END (:
This was just a little one shot that popped into my head the other night. Reviews are appreciated! Let me know if I should write more short stories. If you've read my other works, you might realize how hard I simp for Blossick. But if you want to see more greens or blues, just say so! Anyway thanks for reading!