13DISCLAIMER: Powerpuff Girls is copyright of Craig McCracken, and I suppose you could say Hannah-Barbera.
RATING: T for language, situations, and overall bad math jokes.
Chapter Two- We Are Not Asymptotes
author's note: This is just going to be a fun, short fluff-fic for Valentine's day. No real plot. Most likely a 3-shot.
"Even your rejection is sexy." The ruff winked, pulling her towards him and inhaling delicious strawberries. He needed those juicy red lips; he needed to taste her creamy skin.
This time, Blossom didn't pull away. Instead, she grabbed Brick's face in her hands and planted one on him. Nothing was slow for the two super-powered teens, because seconds later he had her pressed against the wall. Tugging on his beat up red baseball cap, the pink puff threw it off. She knotted shaking fingers through his hair as his hand gripped her thigh.
"I never thought I would be doing this with a puff…" he murmured, his lips brushing against hers.
"And I never thought I would let a ruff kiss me." Blossom hinted, her face reddening at her bold choice of words.
Just as his lips found hers, her phone started beeping. Brick actually growled in irritation. At the look on his face, the amused teen bit her lip to keep from laughing.
"I am going to murder the unlucky mother fucker who texted you."
Well, he was still Brick Jojo, leader of the Rowdyruff Boys for sure. Exchanging a heated moment and sharing a love for math didn't change that. Yet she had to admit, the villain being upset because their moment had been ruined did something crazy to her heart.
"Babe, who the fuck is Cal?" He looked psychotic, crimson eyes menacing as he practically blew out fire. Considering she had ice breath, the idea wasn't far off.
Furious did not even begin to describe his rage. Little miss pink had always belonged to him, regardless of whoever Cal had been. What kind of name was Cal anyways? A name that belonged to some sad limp dick fucker who wasted oxygen with every pathetic breath he took. Torturing this Cal would be so much fun…
"Brick," giggled Blossom, because now this really was hilarious.
His response was a little bit dramatic, as his hand curled tighter and tighter around her cell phone before it crumbled. Tiny pieces of her phone sprinkled over the floor.
"Oh my God, Cal isn't even real you neanderthal!" Cried out the pink puff, reaching out a hand and smacking him across the face. She put force into it, too, considering that phone had been a three-hundred dollar birthday gift. Nothing seemed to get to the livid teen, he just stood there with his mouth set in a tight line and his eyes narrowed.
"Seriously? Cal can't even text. Brick, that is the name of my calculator," she finally admitted, feeling rather embarrassed but not wanting to be the cause of death for anyone who came across the red ruff.
"Your… calculator? Is that the kind of roleplay you nerds are into," Brick sneered out, setting flames onto any sort of disgusting ...feelings he had for the powerslut.
"Shut up. If that was the case you would soooo like it Mr. Multivariable Calculus." She mocked, annoyed that her first kiss had been stolen by someone so vile. To prove her point, she pulled out the textbook and tauntingly waved it in front of him.
Offended, Brick snatched the book back. "Babe. You do NOT want to screw with me right now."
She pulled a confused face. "Really? Because I think if my lovely CAL hadn't interrupted us I would be screwing you right now and you'd be like-" Blossom paused for a moment, lowering her voice and shoving Brick's cap on her head. "BAAABE! DON'T STOP. FUCK, BAAAABE." She mimicked.
"Bitch, please. You'd be all-" The ruff grabbed Blossom's ridiculous bow from her hair and threw it on his head. "OH MIGAWWD BRICK. YOUR SO HOT. BRIIIICK." He exclaimed, his voice adapting a sickening high-pitch. Always one to get to be the best of his counterpart, he watched her face flush before continuing, "LIKE, BRICK. I MIGHT BE A POWERSLUT, BUT YOUR SO LIKE OHMIGAAAWD HOT. AND YOUR LIKE A BAD BOY. AND LIKE I WANT YOU SO BAD. OHMIGAWWD IT IS LIKE TOTES FORBIDDEN LOVE. BRIIICK. I LOOVE-"
It was only the fact that today was Valentine's day, that Blossom reasoned she did what happened next. Her fist had started to curl up, ready to punch his irritatingly sexy jaw when instead she pounced on him. "Just." She trailed kisses down his neck. "Be." She bit down on his neck, attacking it. "Quiet." Coming up for air, the panting teen looked down at the hickey she had left.
For once, Brick seemed completely silent; full attention locked on her swollen lips.
"There is no Cal. I really did make him up. My sisters were teasing me about not having a date for Valentine's day, and telling me how much of a nerd I am. I got fed up with it and blurted out the first name that came to my mind, which was my calculator. Everything was fine, until Bubbles wanted to meet Cal tonight. I came here looking for a guy to be my pretend valentine. Instead, I found you." Explained the nervous girl, her confidence completely having vanished. Fearing rejection, she continued- "I know, I know, I am a total geek. Who does that? But I just had to prove to them-" she sighed, taking a deep breath. "I just had to prove to them I was better than nerdy Blossom, leader of the Powerpuff Girls and complete loser." The dejected teen's head drooped down, glossy orange strands falling in front of her face.
Shit, he was not expecting that. Whenever Blossom was around, she always acted like such an uppity-bitch. Never would he think she felt this way. Holding her with one arm, he used the other to pull them against the wall. His head resting against the wall, and hers slumped against his chest, he thought of how to comfort her.
"Babe…" Brick began in a husky voice, stroking her hair, "You are sexy. And do you want to know what makes you so fucking hot? That brain you have turns me on like…" he shivered. "Don't get me wrong, Bloss I love your body. Shit, you are any guy's dream. Your so fiery, and in battle you can kick ass! I haven't let myself admit it… but I have been crazy about you since forever." Damn. He couldn't believe he had just said that. This wasn't some chick flick- what the hell was wrong with him? 'Smoked too much crack lately?' The ruff thought to himself. 'You and your big fucking mouth.' Mentally, he wanted to bash his head against a wall.
Chaos ensued in Blossom's brain. Everything she had heard Brick say sent her mind reeling. Her entire body burned with passion she had never thought was possible. His confession hadn't exactly been a marriage proposal, yet for the villain that he was it… Insanity had to be the only word she could think of that would fit. This was absolute insanity, and she loved every minute of her delirium.
"I know there is no chance in hell we can ever work out as a couple. Asymptotes, as you said earlier." The torn-up man laughed bitterly. "But frankly, babe, I don't give a damn. No, I don't give a flying fuck what anyone thinks. I- I want you Blossom. I- I might even love you." He choked out.
Kissing him didn't seem enough, but it was a start. Gently, because ironically enough she was afraid he might break. Blossom pressed herself against Brick, the villain, the leader of the Rowdyruff Boys. Immediately he responded, crushing her lips against his. Fighting for dominance, his tongue possessed hers. All Blossom could do was kiss him back. She felt compelled to, not caring who saw.
Heart thudding in her ears, she broke free from their kiss minutes later. They both gasped for air. Blossom's head spun. "I might love you too Brick," she confessed with a wide grin on her face.
He smiled back at her, a beautiful smile that left her breathless. "So do you want me to pretend to be Cal tonight?"
"No," The teen realized, drastically shaking her head. "I certainly don't want you to be my pretend lover."
A look of hurt crossed his features. "Why not?"
"I want you to be my real lover. My real valentine. Tonight Bubbles and Buttercup are going to meet you, and no one else." Passion laced her words, infatuation shined in her eyes.
