Her skin was still raw, like she had sat in a tanning bed for far too long. It still had a bit more healing to do.

She pricked her finger with a needle on her desk and watched a single drop forming before the wound healed.

'I really take this for granted sometimes. But how can you not when it's everything you've ever known?'Blossom was waiting, she suspected she'd hear the three familiar taps tonight.

'I don't think he can help himself after the Buttercup incident.'From what she had gathered, BC managed to steal Butch's phone and test Brick to meet 'him' at an abandoned warehouse. The encounter quickly grew larger than that and enveloped a big part of that neighborhood.

'At this rate the whole Townsville is getting destroyed. They're so much stronger than us, as well. They've probably spent all these years honing their skills.'

'What was Buttercup thinking? We barely managed to subdue Butch together..'

She remembered how he dodged BC's attacks and unwillingly felt some sense of admiration. His movements were fluid, unstrained.

He seemed to put little effort in pinning her on the wall as well, her wrists felt delicate in his grip. Blossom touched them, feeling the phantom of his grasp as a blush creeped on her face.

She was right, three taps were heard on her window, and Blossom hurried to open it.

He looked disheveled, unlike his usual self, his mane was unruly, resting on his back. He didn't have a shirt on tonight, and the moon illuminated the contours of his torso. It's how she expected him to look, lean, wiry, lacking the buff aesthetic of his green brother. Brick made his way in, getting closer to her.

'Hasty, are we? I think you were expecting me tonight. '

The pool of hair was distracting, no more than the muscles coiling beneath it. Before she realised, Blossom had her back to the wall, and the curtain of his hair covered them both as he leaned in.

'What was your sister saying? That I 'ruined your dignity'? What exactly did she mean by that? What exactly did you tell her?'

In spite of his proximity, Blossom felt her cheeks blush not with embarassment, but anger.

'What did *I* tell her?? More like, what did your retarded brother tell her. Or more exactly, what did YOU tell him.'

His brow furrowed, he seemed genuinely bewildered.

Blossom could feel anger bubbling:

'Can you cut the crap, please? I usually appreciate honesty. You can keep the 'we're meant to be' mantra for stupider women and just be straightforward about what you really want. Could save us some time and resources and MAYBE the whole city wouldn't get trashed!'

Brick narrowed his eyes and with his right hand raised her chin ever so softly.

'What are you saying? Do you think I'd go though all this trouble for a lay?'

Blossom's anger turned to fear as she met his darkened gaze.

He closed in the space between them, Brick's kiss was rough, she resisted at first but then his tongue made his way past her lips as their teeth clashed. Blossom tasted sweat that mixed with her blood as he bit into her lip.

The thin pyjamas she had on top felt flimsy as his body nailed hers on the wall, so he hasitly took her top off. He grabbed her arms and pined them above her head once again.

'Fuck, Blossom, you should see yourself.'

Her chest was heaving, her breasts moving in the rhytm of her breath and the excitement made her nipples perk up.

His hand grabbed one of them and starting playing with it.

Brick got even closer and looked into her eyes.

'Do you feel that, down there?' he motioned down.

She nodded and swallowed nervously. His bulge was huge, she could feel it on her stomach.

'Im going insane right now. I could have you right here and now...but I won't.'

He let her go and turned his back on her as he remained stuck on the wall, shell-shocked. Brick glanced back, half-smiling.

'To prove you wrong, of course.'

Blossom's eyes widened in realisation, quickly grabbed her top from the floor as she felt exposed. She was ready to shout at him when she realised the place and time. She motioned towards the window, trying to keep her anger in check.

'Let's take this outside.'

A flicker of amusement lit in his eyes. ''As you wish, pink.'

When they were a safe way from home, miles above the city, Blossom turned around and punched him in his cheek.

'You fucking ASSHOLE! Stop toying with me, I'm sick of your stupid games.'

Bricked laughed, wiping the blood off.

'You brought this upon yourself, since you entertained the opinion of idiots.'

'While we're here, wanna learn a trick?' he quickly added.

'A trick?'

'Yea, a trick. You've probably noticed we're better and stronger than you. Why do you think that is?'

Blossom sighed. 'Unlike us, you've probably spent the last years training.'

'That, but we also tapped into chemical X in ways you wouldn't suspect. You have no idea, pinkie.'

'Want me to show you how to do what I did yesterday to lose your track?'

Blossom's jaw dropped, she wasn't expecting for him to share his techniques.

'Don't worry, I've got other tricks, too, that I'll keep for myself. Can't afford you becoming too overpowering.'

'Um, yeah, thanks... sure.'

He came closer and stuck himself to her back, mirroring her position. His hands grabbed hers, and she could feel his skin getting progressively hotter.

'Is this necessary? You being this close?'

'Yes.'

'No, it's not.'

'He smells of grass, dirt and sweat..He's probably been training all day. '

'Do you feel that? It's chemical X boiling up. You have to focus, it takes a while at first. The trickiest part is willing it into it, and then maybe controlling the explosion to be as big as you wish it.

Blossom nodded.'Close your eyes,concentrate, feel it flowing through your veins.'

He interlocked their fingers and stuck them both in an embrace. Blossom shuddered, she had never been this intimate with a man. Alex's embraces were childish, tentative.

'You're thinking about something else.' she could feel his smirk with her eyes closed. 'Focus on the power inside you, it's in your reach, concentrate.'

'I've never thought about my powers like this before, I just used them.

'That's why you're weak. If you learn to consciously control it, you'll start seeing endless possibilities.'

Blossom could feel a flicker inside of her, steadily growing. She felt her skin getting warmer, but panicked and stopped.

'You were doing well. You need to stop panicking, it can't hurt you.' he nibbled at her ear, then moved down to her neck.

Blossom moaned, his touch had hit a nerve, she could feel warmth pooling up in her sex.

'We're done for today, you can practice alone some other time.' He broke the embrace. ''I'll see you around.'

Once again, Blossom found herself alone and confused midair.

'Why bother fighting it at this point, Blossom? His grip is tight on you.'