Corrupted: Blossom's Story

Chapter 5: Sinful Angels, Virtuous Demons

Blossom woke up, rubbing her eyes tiredly. The scorching heat of Brick rested by her side, his breathing slow and even. The tempting prospect of sleep called her back into bed, but she resisted. She had to shower. As she slipped out of bed, a warm hand caught her wrist.

"Where are you off to?" His voice was rough with sleep, sent a tingle of pleasure up and down her body.

"The shower," Blossom told him innocently, but his hand held fast.

"I'm coming with you," Brick said darkly. Her face flushed, and a much warmer tingle crawled up and down her body. "I don't want you freaking out at the sight of the injuries again." He pulled her up, and ignoring her soft, stammered protests, he got them both a change of clothes. After bathing her, Brick rewrapped the cuts. "What do you want to do today?" Brick purred, as he dressed her, slowly. All thoughts about going and doing her typical Sunday morning Mass flew out the window. She forgot about it the instant she went to speak to him. The look in his eyes was so lustful she felt her knees go weak.

"Um, y- you pi-pick," Blossom stammered, her thoughts on dragging him back to bed. He gave her such a look as to make her tremble.

"Hmm, what should I do?" Brick mused, letting his eyes drag slowly to the bed. "As appealing as going to bed sounds - and as delicious- I think we should eat." Blossom nodded, her skin tingling where he touched her. His fingertips stroked her face, sliding down to her collarbone. A surge of fire swarmed, collecting where his fingers lingered for any period of time. His fingers traveled over her chest, before stopping at her waist. Her hand caught his, and held it, waiting for the fire to subside. He led her into the icy-cool hall, the fire quenching instantaneously. He led her out front. Brick grabbed a basket, and handed Blossom a burlap sack. She stared at it before busting into giggles.

"Are we kidnapping someone?" she asked, between snickers. "Because this is at least twenty years outdated," Blossom added, failing to quench her laughter. She busted out into full-blown hilarity, with Brick trying – and failing- to keep a straight face. Brick wanted to laugh just as bad, but he had fragile items in the basket. After a time, her snickers faded, and she managed to stand up.

"Better?" Brick asked with a grin on his gorgeous features. She nodded, biting her lip to keep the amusement in. "Actually, I thought that we could get a few fruits while we were here. I know that the plums should be ripe by now." Brick said, handing her the basket, and taking the bag. "Come on," he said optimistically, weaving his way through the trees.

"Oh!" Blossom recalled something, and asked him smiling, "What's with the tomatoes being in both the fruit and veggie sections?" She smiled sweetly at him.

"The maids argued over it," Brick said simply, as the pair walked past rows of grapevines, the fruits almost bursting at the seams. "They kept moving the plant, so I suggested they place it in both sections. That took care of the problem."

"Oh, is that all? And here I assumed that you had a twisted sense of humor." She kept her voice light and teasing, bumping his hand with her own. She did so again, and he took it. Blossom stopped, staring at the golden plums that hung above her. "W-w-w-wait, they're- g-g-gold?" Blossom looked bowled over with awe. Brick smiled, lifting the basket out of her hands, and set up the picnic. The ring of glasses reached her sensitive ears, and she turned to see him setting up a decadent breakfast.

There was pasta, chicken, chocolate-dipped strawberries, and wine. Brick floated upwards, picking a select amount of bursting plums. He sliced them, dipped them in the chocolate, and set them on a plate to dry. Taking her hand once more, he tugs her next to him. The two ate, slowly relishing in the simple, yet rich meal before them. Blossom took a quick glance at Brick.

His copper-gold hair shimmered and flashed, tempting her to kiss him. The color of his eyes was more vermillion than red today, and sent a soft tingle of pleasure coursing over her skin. Oh he was as debonair as ever. As she examined his figure, she had a sudden flash of inspiration. She took a chocolate-covered strawberry, and pressed it to his lips. Bricks' eyes went wide, but he obediently parted his warm lips to eat the offered treat. As his mouth closed his tongue brushed her fingers teasingly, eliciting a gasp from his female counterpart. A blush worked its' way onto her face, her cheeks reddening when he pressed on to her lips. The two fed each other, forgetting the time and place. The birdsong that suddenly swelled made them jump, and Brick glanced up, checking the time.

"Hn," Brick murmured, as he took a sip of his wine. Blossom followed suit, forgetting she was underage, and all else that normally did not allow her to imbibe alcohol or spirits. "We should head back soon," he told her, softly. She nodded, finishing her glass. She tilted it lightly in the direction of the wine bottle, and he refilled it for both of them. Blossom sipped at the wine slowly. She was slightly drunk, which surprised her, since she had a higher tolerance for alcohol than the average human. She felt Brick's warmth by her side, and she gave him a sidelong glance through her lashes, seductively. She leaned forward, slightly, letting her fingers brush his neck. He gave her a surprised look, but took her hand and cupped it to his face. She scooted over, leaning against him. Inside she was screaming, begging not to do what she was planning. But her mind was completely shut down, her body in control now. And she did what her body wanted. Blossom touched her lips to his, oh so briefly, before pulling away.

"Mmm," she purred, inching closer. Brick blinked hazily, and pressed his lips to hers once more. The heat from their lips damn near vaporized the two, as the world around them blurred, and went black. A gasp parted their lips and the delved into the others mouth with a fury untamable; like lust, or the wind, it really had no words. They no longer made the distinction between each other, as whole and as one as if they had constantly been that way. The two only parted when the treacherous air leeched itself from their lungs, leaving them ravenous, not near finished in any sense of the word, but if they hadn't, they would have destroyed themselves utterly. They took a breath, glanced at the other, and smiled.

A sharp gasp came from the two as they let go of the breath they held, their faces flushed with an insane pleasure. It was so primitive, so perverted, yet they desired more.

They needed more.

Time passed, the seconds like minutes. Finally, Brick managed to utter one word, just one word to set her on fire.

"Blossom," Brick breathed, his hands brushing her body. He sounded like sultry summer nights, rich and heavy with rain, combined with the saccharine taste of honey. They knew that they should stop, but they couldn't, not until they had one more kiss. And kiss they did, letting the world around them cease to exist.

All in the forest, the animals fled the area where the two resided, panic issuing itself through the creatures. They were not natural, inhumane. The raw power that expounded from them set the plants into overdrive, bearing fruit several times bigger than naturally possible. Cherries were baseball-sized, plums bearing the shape and similitude of a large basketball. The plants grew larger, to accommodate the change in their fruits or veggies. The grapes swelled, now the size of a child's fist. Apples hung, as big as one's head. Creatures morphed and changed, becoming more like their angelic/demonic roots, as cats became similar to tigers, dogs becoming wolves, mockingbirds changing into a bright sweet creature that could sing akin to a regular human. Everywhere, the animals and plants went beyond rationale to become what only the angels and demons had previously enjoyed. The power that was released even startled the great Him, rousing him from his plans to destroy the girls. The world the two had created was heavenly and hellish at the same time.

They were startled, to say the least. They had not been aware that they had created such a world, not until they had parted. Brick was euphoric inside. She would no longer be able to be his enemy, if a simple kiss alone could distort the world they lived in this greatly. He could now love her and not fear that she would leave him. Blossom was in awe, that what had been a craving to let loose, and truly love had done this to the lovely garden. Brick packed up, letting her admire the engorged fruit. A silver tiger stalked toward them, then past them, stopping only to lick the couple's hands. As they walked back to the mansion, they received another surprise. All the animals had changed, some angelic, some not (Brick claimed to see a dragon, though Blossom wasn't sure if he was jesting or not.) Blossom froze, staring at the manor in awe. The manor had changed as well. The granite had turned to marble, the stainless steel to silver, and the simple tiles to precious gemstones. Nothing, not even the clothing had survived the change. The animals from the aquariums had been set free, drifting near the ceiling, and had also changed to its' original roots. The plants, even the demon flower, had placed themselves in spots to complement the changed surroundings

"Well well," A dark voice said, causing the pair to jump. "What an interesting surprise."

Yikes! who might that be? I have my chapters planned out here, and weird things happen.

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I was up all night making the next couple of chapters, so I'm just commenting. I might change it later.

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