Your mouth is poison/Your mouth is wine
Blossom clamped a hand down on the alarm clock by her bedside. 8.30am, she had half an hour to get ready for work.
"Urghhh, what time is it?"
Blossom jumped at the gruff voice, turning to see Butch lying splayed out on her bed beside her.
"You're still here? I thought I heard you leave last night." Blossom asked, getting to her feet and heading to the bathroom to shower.
Butch enjoyed the view of her nude body as she skipped into her en suite. "Just went for a whizz. I wouldn't leave for the world." He muttered dryly, stretching lazily.
"Don't you have a job to go to?" She called out as she stepped into the shower.
"Day off." He replied simply, beginning to doze off again.
Blossom towel dried her hair a bit after jumping out of the shower. She caught her reflection in the mirror as she began to pull her towel around her.
"Jesus Butch, you have got to stop giving me hickeys! We're nearly 30 years old, not teenagers." She said, softly stroking the bruised skin on her hip before wrapping the towel around her body tightly.
"I like to leave my mark." She heard him answer, his voice deadpan.
She rolled her eyes. "Well don't. I'm not a thing to mark. And we're supposed to be low key, remember?" She emerged from the en suite, crossing her arms over her chest.
He sat up in bed. "Yeah yeah, I know."
"You can't be here when I get back, okay? Help yourself to some breakfast or whatever, but do make sure that you leave." She told him strictly, the playfulness of the night before gone from her voice.
Butch knew how to make her voice go back to how it had been the night before. He grabbed onto the towel, pulling it towards him, and Blossom landed on top of him in a heap. "What are you doing?!" She complained, trying to grab at her towel.
"Stop moaning and enjoy my company." He told her, hugging her tightly. "And what's the point in the towel? I've seen it all already."
Blossom couldn't help but smile, even though she didn't want to. But then she felt Butch's hand creeping along the inside of her thigh, his lips beginning to nibble at her neck. "I don't have time for that Butch, I have work. Stop!" She snapped, firmer. "I'll see you around." She said, getting up and grabbing some fresh scrubs from her drawer.
"Fine." He huffed. "Boring. See you around Bloss." He cried, laying back onto the bed as she threw her towel dried hair up into a bun.
Blossom narrowed her eyes at him as she slipped her shoes on. "Remember to leave."
"What about this one? Could you see me in this?" Bubbles asked, holding up a floral sheer kimono.
"For your wedding? No, not really. You're getting married in a hotel, not at a Luau." Buttercup replied, looking through all the swimwear racks. "Why are we looking through swimwear anyway?"
"Because we are shopping for my honeymoon, not my wedding, maid of honour! I want lots of lovely clothes for when we're laying out on the white sands of Barbados." Bubbles cried, her head taking her to her and Boomer's honeymoon destination.
"I thought you said I was here shopping with you for wedding stuff? Maid of honour duties, all that crap?" Buttercup said, folding her arms and watching Bubbles pick up tiny little bikini sets.
"Well, my honeymoon is to do with the wedding. I just need a second opinion." The blue puff reasoned.
"Isn't shopping more Blossom's forté?" Buttercup asked as Bubbles began to pile kimonos and cover ups into Buttercup's unprepared arms.
The blonde froze, giving Buttercup a skeptical look. "Blossom is - how do I put this? She can be a bit.. challenged when it comes to - she is pretty useless, actually, when it comes to fashion."
Buttercup shrugged. "She looked good last night."
"Yes, she did, because I gave her a shortlist of dresses to buy, and she took my advice. She has no idea what's in style or the latest trends. She wears the same thing every day basically."
"Bubbles it's called a uniform - she's a doctor! She's not that bad. Maybe next time call her, she'd be more help than me." Buttercup grumbled.
"Yeah, Blossom is a doctor, so she's super busy all the time." Bubbles said, her brow furrowing as she placed three bikini sets into Buttercup's arms. "It's difficult to meet up with her for a five minute catch up let alone a whole shopping trip."
"Whereas, what, I don't work so I can come shopping all the time? I have shit to do too you know - Jay keeps me busy enough. Plus I teach my evening self defence classes. I'm busy too. You wait till you have kids, then you'll know busy..."
"Well, you're also my maid of honour so, shop with me, please!" She commanded, and the green puff rolled her eyes, relenting. "Blossom's always busy. And she's always at work, that's the difference. Her work is pretty much her life. It worries me." Bubbles said, frowning deeper.
"She wanted to be a doctor, and now she is." Buttercup shrugged, not getting it. "She knew it'd take up a lot of her time when she started doing it."
"But, I just don't think she's happy. She never stops, and I think when she finally does stop she looks around her and she feels a bit, I dunno, empty." Bubbles murmured sadly.
Buttercup frowned now too. "Her perhaps not being happy has nothing to do with her work. It's to do with a certain redheaded brother in law to be." Her eyes narrowed in disgust.
"Hmm." Bubbles agreed at the touchy subject. "His speech last night was odd, wasn't it?"
"He's just trying to creep still." Buttercup said. "Slipping little cryptic apologies in when he can."
"Maybe he's still racked with guilt." Bubbles squeaked.
"Well so he should be. Doesn't mean he should use your rehearsal dinner as a tool to show it." Buttercup replied firmly. She had absolutely no sympathy for Brick. As far as she was aware he'd made his bed and now he had to lie in it. Bubbles was obviously angry that he hurt her sister like he did, but he was her husband-to-be's brother. The last thing she wanted was bad blood. And sometimes she really did feel for him. He wasn't a very happy person at all. She knew it caused Boomer a lot of worry.
So she was as nice to him as she could be when she did see him. Even Blossom would be civil to Brick when she had to be, regardless of the hurt concealed in her eyes whenever she was around him that you'd only notice if you really knew her.
But Buttercup, being stubborn as a mule Buttercup, would not give Brick even 2 seconds of her time. To her, he had blown it - it was that simple.
"I think he was just trying to tell her he's still sorry." Bubbles thought it was kind of sweet, in an awkward way.
"Blossom doesn't want to hear that. She doesn't care anymore. She's made of harder stuff, our sister." Buttercup said, turning and heading towards the fitting rooms, getting fed up with holding all of Bubbles' clothes.
"Then why do you think she left so soon after the dinner?" Bubbles said, stopping Buttercup in her tracks. "Of course she still cares, Buttercup. They were together for 10 years. You've been with Mitch 7 years now. How would you feel right now, if you found him in the compromising position that Blossom did?"
Buttercup looked thoughtful for a second, but didn't reply. Instead she handed Bubbles the pile of clothes. "Take these, try them on, then let's go get something to eat." She changed the subject instead.
Bubbles frowned beneath the mountain of clothes but didn't argue. "Let's go down to the hospital cafeteria and meet Blossom for lunch." She suggested as she disappeared into a empty fitting room.
"Cafeteria food for lunch, joy." Buttercup replied sarcastically.
"Well, this was a nice surprise." Blossom said, genuinely happy to see her sisters at her place of work. She put her tray down on the table they sat at, two plates of fries and her chicken Caesar salad balanced on it, as well as three sodas. They took their share and began to nibble.
"We thought we'd come see you. You barely ever get to come out shopping or do anything with us anymore cos you're always here so, we thought we'd come to you." Bubbles grinned.
"Yeah, you miss out on so much shopping, you poor thing! You poor, lucky thing." Buttercup added dryly.
Blossom smiled at her sisters, watching Bubbles roll her eyes in Buttercups direction. "You love it really."
"Oh yes, I love it." Buttercup responded impassively.
"So Blossom, have you decided what you're going to do with your plus one to my wedding?" Bubbles said, watching her redheaded sister's face drop at the question.
"Err yes, I have. I'm going to do nothing, because I have no one to bring." She replied simply, popping a piece of chicken into her mouth.
"Well, that's not necessarily true, is it?" Bubbles said, sipping her cherry pop. "You could bring Jeremy?"
Blossom put her fork down with a thud. "I'm not taking Jeremy, as I'm not dating him. In fact, I don't think you can even say we actually dated."
"I thought you were seeing him for like a month?" Bubbles questioned and the redhead shook her head.
"No. It was a handful of dates over the span of like, 3 weeks. We weren't dating. I didn't like him. I'm not or never was with him so why would I bring him to your wedding? It would be weird - we just didn't gel, he wasn't my type." She said decidedly. "And that's the end of it."
She'd spent way more time with Butch throughout that 3 week period as it was, not that she was going to disclose that to her sisters, or anyone.
"I think it'd be good if you took a date with you." Buttercup said, snapping Blossom from her thoughts of Butch Jojo - she'd been idly hoping he'd left her apartment. Blossom pulled a face in reply.
"I do too. You deserve some company for the night." Bubbles agreed.
"I'm going to be surrounded by family and friends. I won't be low on company." Blossom said.
"You should take someone, not Jeremy if you're not into him - maybe someone else. There's gotta be at least one hot, single doctor in this hospital you could ask along?" Buttercup proposed.
"You would think so wouldn't you?" Blossom replied listlessly. "I don't like dating doctors. I mean, it would be easier, given how much time I'm here but - male ones are so full of themselves and just constantly need their little egos stroking."
Buttercup cocked her eyebrow. "Funny, sounds exactly like someone you almost married."
Blossom opened her mouth to dispute that but didn't - she was pretty right. "Hmm."
"Speaking of him, if you brought someone with you it'd show Brick you've moved on." Buttercup said, stuffing some fries into her mouth.
Blossom swallowed hard once more, well aware she hadn't moved on at all. She felt like her sisters knew that too. "I don't know why you both always nag me about being alone, even though I'm perfectly happy not having a partner. Butch and Brick are both single, I don't hear you nagging at them to bring dates." Blossom defended herself.
"Butch normally hooks up with whatever the hell he manages to lure into his clutches when he's at these sort of things though. At Bubbles' wedding, I'm going to make an educated guess that it's one of her skinny-minny dancer friends. And quite frankly I don't care about Butch or Brick being single. I care about you." Buttercup said.
Blossom considered her sister's prediction, knowing this time there was a possibility she'd be wrong.
"Boomer's told Brick to bring someone." Bubbles said casually, a little silence overtaking the table.
"Who cares? I couldn't care less if he brings a dog along with him." Buttercup said bitterly.
Bubbles frowned at her sister and shook her head, but this didn't really deter her opinion.
"It has been three years... If you can't be happy together, you deserve to be happy with others, I suppose..." The blue puff mumbled quietly.
Blossom poked her salad about, not exactly hungry anymore. "No, you're right Bubbles. If he brings someone, then good for him. He does deserve happiness with someone if he - I mean I want him to be happy - I'm working on it." She eventually relented, Bubbles offering her a mirthless smile. "Honestly though - I'm in the wrong place for a relationship right now. I got work, and stuff." Butch being the 'stuff'.
"But you're always working, when will be the right time? You deserve to be happy Blossom." Bubbles said, emotion in her voice.
"I am happy." Blossom insisted, but she'd never sounded more pathetic. "I'm not ready for a relationship. I'm really not. I don't know if I ever will be after… you know. I have trust issues and - But, I'm fine, trust me, okay?" Blossom said, answering honestly.
When Blossom got home that evening, she was expecting to come home to an empty apartment, but she spotted the muss of black hair lying against the sofa, and a part of her was agitated he was still here. Only a part of her. The other part was kind of glad. She'd have probably ended up calling him anyway.
"So you forgot to leave?" She asked, hanging up her purse and cardigan.
"Yeah, sorry about that." Butch replied nonchalantly, flicking through the channels on her TV.
"I can't even be bothered to be mad at you." She said, slumping down on the sofa beside him.
"Rough day?" He asked.
She shrugged. "Meh. I've had worse." She muttered. "Won't Brick wonder where you've been since the rehearsal dinner last night?"
"I'll say I've been at a lady friends' place. Enjoying two nights of unadulterated passion. He doesn't have to know you were the lady friend. That way, we get a round two." He said, raising a suggestive eyebrow.
"Two nights in a row huh, lucky me." She replied sarcastically. He only grinned in reply. "You hungry?"
"I could eat." He answered, sitting upright on the sofa.
"I'll order Chinese takeout. So I assume you're staying again?"
"If you're getting takeout, definitely." Butch replied.
"I am officially, stuffed!" Blossom cried, chucking the empty Chinese carton on top of the coffee table.
"I don't think I've seen you shove so many spring rolls down your neck before." Butch commented, before slinging an arm around her.
"We ordered far too much." She justified.
Butch leaned forward and kissed her. "Better get to working it off."
"Urgh Butch we've just eaten I'm so full." She complained but he'd already began to hungrily nibble and bite at her neck.
"Still hungry." He responded in a voice that was almost carnal.
Blossom relented. He kissed ferociously, demandingly. She'd become accustomed to it now, but the first few times, she'd found him a little overwhelming. He was strong, and he was desirous, powerful and dominant. She'd never had sex quite like it - at times he made her feel like she was being completely overtaken and controlled by him.
And yet she came back for more, she let him do it again and again.
One thing she was vitally aware of when she was with him though, there was absolutely zero love in their coition. But she was very grateful for that. It helped keep the divide strong, the divide between this being a relationship and just sex. Because being with Butch made her feel sick a lot of the time. Sick with guilt. Sick at the wrongness of it, how dangerous it was, like playing with fire.
He was Brick's brother. Buttercup's ex, though that was all a long time ago, it had still happened. Buttercup and him had still loved each other once upon a time. Yet here she was, moving to allow him to slip her top off over her head and unclip her bra, before bringing his mouth to one of her breasts and carefully biting it.
She gasped, whacking him on the back lightly. "Gently." She scolded.
His reply came in his lips finding hers once more, one of his hands reaching down to fully remove her scrubs pants from her legs; she hadn't even realised he'd managed to get them and his own pants and underwear off.
His hands traced along the inside of her open legs, tickling gently, as his fingers hooked around the hem of her panties.
He leant down, and spoke against the side of her neck in a lecherous voice. "I told you, I'm still hungry."
She couldn't reply, as he positioned himself on top of her, and overwhelmed her once more.
"These dresses are just ridiculous." Blossom hissed, trying to pull the dress she wore down a bit.
The bridesmaid dresses her and Buttercup donned were baby blue, naturally, and exceedingly short, ending just halfway up their thighs. They were sleeveless, with tiny little straps, slightly slanting v necks and were made of silk.
"It's a negligée, not a bridesmaid dress!" Blossom grumbled, looking down at the small white heels she also had on.
Butch was grinning, finding how uncomfortable both Blossom and Buttercup felt in Bubbles' choice of bridesmaid wear hilarious; but also enjoying how much flesh was on show. He laughed, leaning down to Blossom's ear. "It reminds me of that white nightie of yours."
She slapped his arm, looking round to see if Buttercup or Brick had heard. They hadn't appeared to have. "Be quiet."
"I like them." He said, louder this time, so Buttercup and Brick could hear. They were gathered in the hallway near the hotel rooms Bubbles and Boomer were using for people involved in the ceremony to get ready in. "Especially on you two." He added, drinking them both in for a second and mentally revelling in the fact he'd had sex with them both in his lifetime.
Buttercup folded her arms across her chest, giving Butch a mildly irritated glance. "Why doesn't that surprise me?" She asked, and he grinned at her. He watched her retreating back with great pleasure as she turned and entered the room Bubbles was in, not wanting to be around him any longer, especially when he had that flirty glint in his eye.
Brick, who was leaning on the wall directly outside Boomer's room, watched her go, before looking around at Blossom again and regretting it. She looked really pretty, and it made his chest hurt.
"Well I don't like them." Blossom responded firmly. "I feel on show."
"Again, I like it. Just what a wedding needs, a bit of skin." Butch said, sniggering. Brick rolled his eyes and Blossom glared, telling him to shut up. He only continued to laugh.
"Butch, we better go. Boomer probably needs help putting his tie on." Brick said sarcastically, no evidence of a smile gracing his features.
Butch turned to Blossom. "See you at the ceremony."
She nodded in reply, standing up from leaning on the wall outside of Bubbles' room. The pink puff approached Bubbles door, freezing as she heard them chattering inside.
"I just think it's unfair. Why should she have to walk down the aisle with her ex?" That was Buttercup's voice, sounding angry. "It's like rubbing it in her face!"
"But I don't know how else to arrange it! I mean, neither of them brought dates, Butch didn't either, so I've had to work around that. The tables are sorted and everything now!" Bubbles cried. "Plus, you're around your ex all the time and you cope..."
"Butch and I weren't engaged! This is a wedding, Bubbles! Can't she just walk down the aisle with Jay?" Buttercup suggested.
"He's carrying the train of my dress, you said you were happy with him doing that. Plus, I want him to do that, it'll be so cute." Bubbles defended. "And you're walking down with Mitch, which you also said you were happy with. Unless you wanna swap with Blossom? And you walk down with Brick. She walks down with Mitch."
Blossom heard her sister pause, imagining her face freezing with anger. "You know I can't do that, I fucking hate him."
"I do know that, yes. I also know that Blossom actually doesn't hate him. Not really. She'll be fine, she said it was fine."
"She should fucking hate him. I don't know, it just feels unsisterly, asking her to do this." Buttercup muttered. Blossom took that moment to enter the room, making both of them turn to look her way.
"Hey Blossom. We were just talking about you." Bubbles said a little nervously.
"I know," Blossom said, taking a seat on the bed. "And I'm fine with walking down the aisle with Brick. It's not a problem. I just want you to enjoy your day Bubbles. It'll be over before I know it anyway, I think I'll survive." She smiled.
"You're sure Blossom?" Bubbles asked, smiling apologetically.
"I'm sure."
Bubbles grinned. "Ohh I have the best sisters! Okay, okay, let's get me into my dress!"
Bubbles looked radiant, as she waited in the lobby by the ceremony room. The Professor stood by her side, tears threatening to spill down his face as he prepared himself to give one of his precious daughters away.
"Oh Professor you look so handsome in your suit." She smiled, cuddling close to him.
"Thank you Bubbles, I can't even begin to describe how wonderful you look. There are no words." He replied, sighing. His daughters were all so beautiful.
"Jesus Christ I'm cold." Buttercup muttered, rubbing the sides of her arms.
"Tell me about it..." Blossom murmured back.
"Can we get this show on the road?" Buttercup asked. "Freezing my tits off over here."
"And we don't want that." Mitch said with a wink, linking arms with his girlfriend, who smirked.
Bubbles exhaled steadily. "Okay, I think I'm ready. Buttercup, Mitch, you two walk first. Then Blossom and Brick, then Jay, if you could take the end of my dress carefully-"
"And no lifting it Jay! I know what you're thinking…" Buttercup warned; Jay only snickered in reply.
"Professor," Bubbles continued. "If you could go let the band know we're making our way down."
He nodded, skipping off quickly.
Butch and Boomer were at the altar, waiting for the rest to make their way down.
"Good luck Bubbles, you look just breathtaking. I love you." Blossom said, pecking her cheek.
"Yeah good luck sis." Buttercup said, also leaning forward to kiss her blonde sister on the cheek. "Love you and all that."
Bubbles looked down at her dress. The only way to describe it would be the type of dress you'd expect a princess to wear down the aisle. Big, sparkly and white, with a long veil over her head. "Thank you. Oh I love you both too. Okay, let's do this!"
The soft music began, and Bubbles nodded in Mitch and Buttercups direction, and they began to walk slowly down the aisle.
As they were half way down, Blossom noticed Brick by her side, uncomfortably close.
"Ready?" he asked, almost sighing afterwards.
She nodded in reply, allowing him to link arms with her gingerly. She found herself flinching at the contact. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this close to him.
They began to make their way down the aisle, and Blossom thought she heard him chuckle softly. She glanced to catch a look at him, and he was smiling a mirthless smile.
"What's so funny?" She asked under her breath.
"It's just ironic. We got down the aisle together eventually." He smirked.
She furrowed her brow. "That's not really funny, Brick."
He sighed. "I know, I know it's not."
They went their separate ways at the end of the aisle, smiling at a nervous looking Boomer. Butch waggled his eyebrows at Blossom, who frowned at him.
The wedding march suddenly began then, as Bubbles, The Professor and Jay began to walk down the middle of the room, the audience standing as she approached.
The Professor handed Bubbles' hand into Boomers', bleary eyed. "Look after her." He croaked, smiling.
"Why did I pick you as best man, why didn't I pick Brick, why?" Boomer yelped, as Butch grinned cockily.
"I did warn you the best man's speech is traditionally pretty embarrassing… You knew Butch was going to do his best to ensure that tradition was kept." Bubbles said, stroking Boomer's hand.
"I think I did you proud, bro." Butch said, stretching in his seat.
"You won't ever be my best man." Brick muttered, making Butch laugh.
It was the after party, on the lower ground floor of the grand hotel they had wed in. Bubbles was officially Bubbles Jojo, and she couldn't be happier.
The speeches had just finished, and now everyone was seated to eat. On the bride and groom's round table, sat Bubbles and Boomer, with Buttercup, Mitch and Jay next to Bubbles, the Professor and Kelly next to Jay. Boomer had Butch beside him, Blossom next to him, then Brick in between Blossom and Kelly Utonium.
No, Blossom thought, you picked Boomer as your best man.
As everyone sipped at their drinks and chatted amongst themselves, Blossom felt a hand grip at her thigh. It gently pushed up, knocking the short dress away, and caressing her soft skin.
She followed the hand from wrist to arm to discover it was of course Butch, a casual expression on his face as if he was the most innocent man alive, not doing anything wholly inappropriate.
She pushed his hand away, glancing around at Brick to make sure he hadn't noticed. The redhead nudged Butch gently, but he ignored her.
The starters landed on the table, and glasses of champagne were topped up.
As Blossom picked up her knife and fork to tuck in, she felt that hand again, this time squeezing.
She slapped it away and hissed at him. "Will you stop that?"
"What, what?" He asked innocently. She glared at him. This was going to be a long evening.
As soon as the meal was over and people began to leave the table to dance, drink, mingle and be merry, Blossom grabbed Butch by the wrist and dragged him over to the bar.
"Whoa, you tryna get me drunk or something?" Butch asked, propping himself onto a bar stool as she glowered at him. "Or can you just no longer resist me?"
"Do I look like I'm here to joke around Butch? What do you think you're doing?!" She snapped.
"What are you talking about?" Butch asked, as he ordered a beer.
"Just stop it! You know what I'm talking about. People are going to start asking questions!"
He shrugged. "Let them ask, doesn't mean we'll tell em' the truth."
"It's really not that simple. I mean, you may as well just go up to Brick and say 'Hey man, I've been sleeping with your ex-fiancé for the past year, hope that's okay?' You're being really blatant!" She cried.
"Blossom, chill out, grab a drink, get a little loose." Butch said, ordering her a glass of wine and turning to smack her on the bottom.
She flinched and whacked his arm away rigidly, before checking that no one had noticed his bold gesture.
"Butch, you're not listening to me. That is the exact sort of behaviour you need to stop! Do you want Brick, or anyone else to know?"
"Not really, no." He replied carelessly, swigging his beer.
"Well I really, really do not want anyone to know! Look, I don't know myself what this 'thing' we have going on even is, and our family finding out will confuse it even more. You understand that right?"
Butch turned to face her and took ahold of her hands gently. She let him for a second or two, before pulling them away and looking around to make sure no one had noticed what he'd done once more.
"Blossom, calm down. It's all good. We just have sex okay - nothing more, nothing less. It's just sex. I don't love you -"
"And I don't love you." Blossom interjected.
"Exactly, but we lust for each other. You can't get enough. I can't get enough. It works for us. It's win-win for us. What's the harm in that?" He shrugged it off.
"No, it's win-win for you, because for some reason you feel no guilt for sleeping with me, even though I'm Brick's ex girlfriend, and Buttercup's sister -"
He interrupted her. "Buttercup and me is ancient history now. Like she fucking cares what I do. She's been with Mitch, who was my best friend I may add, for like 7, 8 years now, so who cares. And as for Brick, for some reason you feel guilty for sleeping with me, regardless of the fact that you and Brick aren't together anymore, and thats because you found Brick on your couch having sex with his -"
The pink puff interrupted him now. "You don't have to mention that part."
"Still. I'm right. You shouldn't feel guilty. Buttercup won't give a shit. And Brick deserves this." Butch said, a contented little grin on his face.
She sighed. "He doesn't deserve this. That's not why this has happened. It's not about some kind of twisted payback. I don't even know what it's about, I just know it's not right."
"What's not right is Brick cheating on you after 10 years together. That's what isn't right. And Buttercup -" He paused, his expression becoming mildly pained as he thought of her for a second but he pushed it back as quickly as it appeared. "That doesn't matter. Look, we aren't dating, it's just sex. We're not in a relationship. There's absolutely zero love between us. Because you don't want that and quite frankly neither do I. You just want me. And you hate that." He grinned, and she frowned at him. "You're completely incapacitated by me and you know it. That's why this happens. Cos you can't say no. And that - well, it suits me fine. Relationships break down every five minutes. The way I see it, what we've got can go on for as long as we're happy for it too, because there's no strings attached and we're both getting something good out of it."
"I shouldn't be doing this, I really shouldn't be doing this anymore." She murmured, pushing her bangs from her face in despair. "I mean look at you, it's like you think you control me or something." He grinned in response, a sick little chuckle escaping his lips.
"Oh you think I make you sleep with me?" He asked, almost amused by this notion. "I don't make you do anything you don't want to do Blossom. And thats what pains you the most isn't it? The fact you know you could easily stop this and you don't."
She scowled at him. "You're so self-satisfied aren't you?"
"You seem to find me pretty satisfying." He shrugged, tilting his drink to his lips again.
She tried to swerve the topic away from her apparent inability to deny him. "If someone found out, what would they think? Especially how long it's been going on - I mean doesn't the thought of anyone knowing about this bug you?"
"Blossom, Blossom, Blossom, we've been through this time and time again. You want this to stop? You make it happen. Simple as that."
She fell silent.
"Your silence is your answer Blossom." He muttered, indifferent.
She glowered at him. "You are like a tidal wave, Butch Jojo. And I'm a lone surfer who swam out too far and gets completely swallowed up by you. But I'm a good swimmer. And I can swim to shore anytime I want to." The pink puff told him evenly.
"Yeah? Well you done swimming?" He queried, his lids low and suggestive.
"For now, I'm still testing the waters." She mumbled, her expression demure.
He smirked wickedly. "Well, the water is fine."
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