A/N: I would like to thank my first three reviewers, Marisa Lee, SatoriAtParis, and Still-Me. Thank you for reviewing. I would like to point out that I do not need any PM's from giddy twelve year olds that try and insult me for putting such a 'dirty' fic on FF. I have been on way before you were born. This is a romance story but with suggestive themes. If you are either not old enough or mature enough to handle suitable content, I suggest you look elsewhere. Again, thank you to those who reviewed and favorite-d my story. Enjoy my twisted, dark fantasies.

Chapter theme song: "Chocolate" by: Kylie Minogue

Brick

"And you do what again?" I breathed, trying my best to hide my loss of interest. I glanced at my watch for the sixth time tonight and saw it was a quarter to eleven. It was time to end this.

"I dissect bugs and I put them in rice!" she exclaimed happily, smiling through the thick metal wires of her wrap around braces. I wanted to pull my hair out then. "If you like…I can make us a dish sometime."

I fake smiled. "Oh…uhm…"

"How about a drink and some chocolate covered ant rectum?"

I nearly choked on my wine. She just offered me…ant rectum. "Stacy…"

"Stella." She corrected punctually. She began fiddling between her braces to get a piece of her lettuce wrap she had stuck in between her two front teeth. I cringed at the sight of her gums beginning to bleed from her poking and prodding at them with the metal twines. I signaled our waiter for the bill and gave him a look of desperation to make sure he noticed to bring it with haste.

"Right…I…uhm..have class tomorrow morning and as much as I would love chocolate rectum, I can't. love to, but can't."

She did not bother hiding the disappointment. "But you can't be a little late to class? You are in college; not like they are going to call your mommy or something." She gruffed.

The waiter came quickly and placed the bill on the table. I had my credit card ready to hand him and slipped him a small note within the crevice of the bill and my card that instructed for him to be quick about it. This had to be the worst date thus far. I was getting incredibly tired of being one of those idiots that had to resort to online dating to find a decent girlfriend. Needless to say that all of the women I have met from the dating site I frequent either post outdated pictures of themselves from high-school or completely fabricated everything on their profiles. I was running out of patience and money for these dead-end dates.

"See, doll, I have midterms tomorrow and I can't be late, ya' know?"

"I guess." She huffed, folding her arms over her flat chest. She wore a pushup bra earlier that evening filled to the brim with tissues. I immediately lost all interest just as quickly as I got excited when she took out a handful of the tissues from her left breasts to blow her runny nose with…at the dinner table. I lost my appetite then and there. "Well…come in for one drink?"

I let out a nervous laugh, trying to figure out some lie to get me out of here faster. She was clearly interested-obviously more interested than I was- and was dropping mad signals for me to screw her. The Brick three years ago would have not given it a second thought and smashed her only to tip-toe out hours later before she could even notice I was gone, but since then I have matured and began a new chapter in my life. I was no longer 'smash-and-pass' Brick. I wanted to a steady relationship, someone to call my own and possibly begin a life with for the long haul. Sex got so easy to find that a real, genuine connection with someone was as rare as an albino rhino. I had no idea what I was doing but clearly online dating was not it. I been on eight dates this month and they all ended up failing. The first three were decent but they were god awful in personality, the fourth weighed about a good metric ton, then the next three were still stuck on their ex boyfriends that they started bawling their eyes out anytime I asked them a damn question, and now I was faced with a brace faced lunatic that munched on ant butt in her spare time. I sure knew how to pick them.

"Sorry, Stella, homework." I lied. I took out my phone to read the text Blossom had sent me earlier this evening. I did not answer it out of respect and decency for my date but it was clear I was never planning on seeing this chick again. To hell with chivalry. Blossom had asked me how my date was going and if she had to call me as an excuse to get away from the crazy broad. I chuckled at the thought because I actually did consider asking her to do that for a brief second when we first began eating; but I did not want to burden her. I figured she probably be on her own little date with some pathetic loser she met on the dating site. Although Blossom and I are technically 'exes', she is still one of my best-friends. If there was any of my previous girlfriends that I would ever consider dating again it would be Blossom Utonium. She and I broke up on mutual understanding that we were better off as friends, but she wanted it more so than I did. She had her heart set on some guy that went to her school then, Maxwell, and took it upon herself to declare that she wanted to explore her options before she settled down and grew into a monogamous relationship. I did not want to break up, I actually- to this day- regret we ever did, but she insisted and decided we were better off as friends. Part of me knows Blossom still has feelings for me but the other part of me wants to pretend she doesn't see I still have feelings for her- a lot of feelings. Butch and Boomer thought me trying online dating would help get that cutesy redhead out of my system but it only engraved her image much more. These worthless dates were only good for one thing: sex. Seeing as how I get that from Blossom on the regular basis, they were practically useless.

The waiter came back with my receipt much to my pleasure. I left a handsome tip before I grabbed the remainder of my leftovers, standing to leave. Stella followed dottily, occasionally rubbing her manicured hands along my shirt to massage the crevice of my back. I flinched a little at the unwelcomed attention before I told her to quit it. Apparently she took that to be very flirtatious and it only made her do it more, this time rubbing her fingers along my spine towards my butt to give it a nice squeeze. I had to restrain myself from hitting the poor girl. I was already genetically stronger than her and with the added bonus of my supernatural strength I would surely send her either to the emergency room or straight to the morgue.

The entire ride to her place was horrible. If she was not pulling up her already ridiculously short dress to show me that was not wearing any underwear or attempting to reach into my lap to give me a handjob, she was toying around with the knobs of my stereo or singing the lyrics to a horrible fake love song. I would occasionally groan, stopping at red lights intentionally just to get a quick breath and clear my head. I couldn't get to her house soon enough. She gave one last attempt to get me inside once we arrive outside her home by stripping down to her bra, much to my semi-pleasure, and hopping into my lap to give me a wet, sloppy kiss. The hormone-driven man inside of me wanted to just bang her right there, braces and all, but the gentleman that had recently evolved over the years of my promiscuity declined her offer and refused her for the last time. She didn't take rejection very well; stomping out of my car once she got dressed, throwing a rock at my windshield before she flipped me the bird. I called her all sorts of names before I decided to be the bigger person and just drive off before I got really upset. I just recently got my car out of the mechanic shop because I got into a pretty bad accident in a street race. Butch, Boomer and I were racing down I-98 when a couple of hotshots thought it would be a good idea to race their Chevy Caviler against my Charger. Though I did win the race, and score a couple hundred bucks in the process, I dinged up the body of my beloved 'Cynthia' and it cost me a lot more than what I won. Once again, my pride and ego got in the way.

"Hello?" her voice rang through my ears like an angelic symphony. I smiled.

"Sup, little miss perfect; you awake?"

She giggled. "Yeah, I am. How did your date go?"

I sighed, not really wanting to discuss it. She was definitely someone I wanted to forget. "Terrible to say the least. She had metal braces that wrapped around her head and likes to eat chocolate covered ants."

"Ew." She laughed. "Was she at least attractive?"

"Yeah, I guess. She tried to sleep with me but I turned her down."

"Oh la la." She sing-songed, blowing kisses into the phone. "Did she try and get a little frisky in the restaurant?"

"No, but in my car she damn near got naked for me and tried to give me a hand job."

I heard Blossom choke slightly, stifling a small giggle before she took a small swig of water. "Wow, she was very foreword I see." I nodded in agreement. There was a small pause. "So, where are you headed now?"

I shrugged, being caught at a red light. I took my phone off speaker, placing it to my right ear. I glanced at my watch. It was just about midnight. "I guess home. It's about midnight and I have class in the morning."

"I thought you don't have class until one on Thursdays?"

"I don't." I acknowledged, persistently watching the light. I took a moment to glance around me and saw that I was alone in the intersection. Townsville became very desolate in the wee hours of the night during the weekdays. "I just have to study for a few exams coming up."

"Need any help?" she offered, lust clinging to her voice. I smirked.

"Not any of the kind you're offering." I quipped back.

She let out a low rumble of laughter before a soft moan escaped her precious lips. "I am alone, you know."

"I bet."

"The professor is still at one of his conferences while Bubbles and Buttercup are out with your brothers on their respective dates…" she paused, letting her voice trail off. I could feel myself stiffen, my heart rate increasing with every syllable she spoke. Her sultry tone igniting a forbidden flame that ignited a passion I deeply oppressed. "It would just be you and me."

"Didn't I just see you the other day?"

"Yeah, but you know you miss me." I felt her smile on the other line. She wasn't lying either. "So how about it? You rather go home to a cold…empty bed, or cuddle with yours truly?"

I watched as the light turned green, standing still as I debated with myself on what to do next. I was only five minutes away from Blossom's house if I kept going straight, but if I turned left like I originally planned on doing, I would be home in less than twenty. As much as I knew I needed to study, I knew I could ace those exams in my sleep. Physics and Chemistry being my strongest subjects since high school; giving me the realization that I wanted to pursue biochemical engineering as my major instead of literature as I originally declared. I wanted to see Blossom, my body yearned to connect with her more than it craved to sleep; but I did not want to get too caught up in feelings. Blossom made it clear on various occasions we were strictly friends with benefits and that I needed to stop emotionally clinging onto her. That was easier said than done. You cannot fall out of love just as quickly as you dived right in. I never told Blossom that I loved her; I always kept it to myself in fear of sounding like some emotional pussy. She told me she loved me, but the day she did I just remained silent and kept watching her go down on me. I kept looking at the green light, unconsciously pressing against the gas pedal towards the direction my heart wanted me to go towards.

I arrived at Blossom's house in three minutes flat, unknowingly realizing the decision I had made and that I was speed walking to the front door of the house. Before I could press the door bell, Blossom had swung it open; revealing herself in a black, lace negligee with garters, sheer thigh high stockings, and red six-inch heels. I didn't have a chance to properly react before she grabbed my tie and pulled me into the house. There was a small picnic laid out for us on the living room floor, a checkered blanket covered with mounds of pillows, chocolate covered strawberries, and whip cream with candles surrounding the edges along the fireplace. Blossom graced a mischievous smirk before she escorted me towards my spot, pushing me down into a vast array of pillows before she untied her signature pink bow in her hair. I keenly watched as her thick, auburn tendrils draped down her back and over her pert mounds, drinking in her divine beauty like a hypnotic drug. I tried to touch the baby soft flesh of her thigh but she swatted my hand away, wagging her finger with a small smile.

To a rhythm only she knew, her hips began to slowly sway back and forth. She would slowly grind her hips, sensually pulling at the fabric of her lingerie. My mouth remained parted, me roughly biting my lower lip every time she would sashay seductively over towards me. Whenever I tried to touch her, she would only pull away; making the experience much more exciting. With a light grin, she finally put an end to my misery and placed herself atop of my lap, caressing my erected length against her backside as she leaned in for a kiss. She picked up a chocolate covered strawberry, feeding it to me. She pushed back my red baseball cap, throwing it somewhere in the kitchen before she began to undress me. I went in for a kiss, lips locking as our tongues began an intimate dance that only they were accustomed to. My head screamed for me to finally tell her, but all I could think of was dripping the melted chocolate off one of the strawberries she had fed to me onto her taut stomach only for me to lick off.

Chocolate…