Mid-story Note – Okay, this is the chapter that
contains sexual content. If you don't like the idea of one of the
Power puff girls having sex, I'd suggest you not read this chapter.
***All sexual scenes cut according to FFN policy.
"Ahhhh!!!" I was breathing
deeply, in my room. I was on the floor, tangled in my blanket.
I looked around worridly for a few seconds, then collapsed onto the soft
carpet. "A dream," I said to myself. I put my hand to my forehead.
It came away damp. This was the third time this week I'd had this
particular dream. It was Thursday, four days after I'd taken Ross
to the hospital. They'd kept him in until Tuesday, and released him
on Wednesday. But why was I having these erotic dreams? The
very thought made me sick to my stomach. I got up, and walked to
the professor's room. It was empty. I wasn't surprised, he'd
been down in his lab for three days straight. As I passed the kitchen
on the way to the lab, I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was
three in the morning. I opened the lab door slowly, as not to disturb
the professor. "Professor?" I called softly. He looked up from
the papers that cluttered his desk.
"Blossom? What are you doing awake?" he asked.
"I… I had a bad dream." I admitted. He smiled, and motioned for me to sit on his lap, like I did when I had a bad dream when I was a little girl.
"Want to tell me about it, sweetie?" he asked.
"You'll be mad at me." I said.
"No I won't. I can't get mad at you over a dream. Now tell me what's been bothering you." He said.
"Well, it's hard for me to say. The dream is about Ross and I… having sex." I stammered. I glanced up at the professor. He didn't say anything for a while. "P…Professor?" I asked.
"I'm fine, Blossom. It's just kind of a shock…" he looked down at me, then hugged me.
"Oh, my little girl is growing up." he said, and hugged me tightly.
"Professor, I've been having this same dream for a while now, and it feels so real. What is wrong with me?" I asked. He smiled.
"Nothing is wrong with you, sweetheart. You're just growing up. Tell me, have you and Ross had sex before?" he asked. I shook my head.
"Then this is perfectly natural. You're subconscious mind thinks about him so much, that you dream about him." He said.
"But why does the dream have to be sexual?" I asked.
"I really don't know. Either it's some side effect of all the extra estrogen your body is producing, or I'd say, the much more possible reason, is that you have a minor case of lust." He said.
"What's lust?" I asked.
"Remember when I told you girls about what would happen to you when you began to start puberty?" he asked. I nodded.
"Well, this same thing has already happened to your sisters. Quite a while ago, actually. You're what's called as a late bloomer. Lust is the physical attraction between two people, with no emotion involved. That's why two people can lust for one another, but not love each other." He stated.
"But I do love him," I said.
"Yes. And if that is the case, lust is a perfectly normal part of the relationship." He said.
"So how do I make these dreams stop?" I asked.
"Honestly? I don't know. I imagine one way would be to have sex with him, but I'm not encouraging that option." He said. I looked up at him.
"I love you, professor." I hugged him tightly.
"I love you too, sweetie." He returned the hug.
"Blossom!!!" a voice yelled.
I pulled my blanket over my head. No more dreams that night thank
god. "Blossom!" the voice yelled louder.
"Go away!" I yelled back. All of a sudden, the blanket was ripped away from me. I shot of out that bed like a cannon. Whoever did that would die. "Bubbles! What's the big idea?" I asked.
"Professor told me to get you up for breakfast." She said. I growled.
"Fine." I went to my closet, and rummaged through, trying to find something to wear. I finally decided on a red spaghetti strap top, and a pair of red shorts.
"Do you really like red or something?" Bubbles asked.
"Yes, I do. Do you really like blue?" I countered. She shrugged, and floated downstairs. I followed. I found the professor and Buttercup already eating.
"Morning Blossom." He said.
"Good morning professor." I said. I sat down in my chair, to find a plate filled with eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast. I took the butter, and began to spread it on my toast. I started to stare at Buttercup from across the table. She did the same to me. We hadn't spoken to each other in nearly a week. I wanted desperately to make peace between us, but forced myself not to be the one to give in. after all, she was at fault, not me. But then Bubbles blurted it right out.
"How come you an' Blossom haven't been talking to each other for a while?" she asked innocently.
"I'd be glad to talk to Buttercup, if she would just apologize." I said.
"I'm not apologizing for anything." Buttercup said.
"And why not? What you said to me was totally inappropriate!" I said. She didn't have a comeback. So she just pushed her plate forward.
"I'm done professor. She you at school, Bubbles." She said. The omission of my name was obvious. We finished breakfast in silence.
"I'm going to take a shower." I said, pushing my plate forward. I walked up stairs, not at all happy about how today was starting. I opened the bathroom door, and stripped out of my nightgown, and underwear, and turned on the shower. When the water was hot enough, I stepped in, and let the water cascade over my body. I took a bar of soap in my hands, and slowly began to run it over my body. My hands trailed from my neck. Down my arms, and chest, down to my legs. I began to get some thoughts, running my hands over my body, but quickly shut them out. I squeezed a bit of shampoo into my hair, and began to wash it.
"Blossom! You're going to be late if you don't hurry!" the professor yelled from outside.
"Okay, professor!" I rinsed out my hair, and shut off the water. I dried myself off, and put on the clothes I had picked out. I ran a brush through my hair, until it was perfect. Then at least, I placed my red bow in. I opened the door, to find the professor waiting outside. He frowned when he saw me.
"No bra today?" he asked me. I blushed.
"No, I don't need one today." I said.
"Oh, okay. I just wanted to know how you were feeling, after the talk we had last night." He said.
"I'm okay, professor." I said.
"What are you going to do about the dreams?" he asked.
"I don't know." I answered. The professor nodded.
"Just don't do anything you might regret later, okay Blossom?" he said. I knew what he was talking about.
"Don't worry professor." I said, and hugged him. "I'll see you after school. Maybe we can have one of those father daughter nights down in the lab tonight, seeing as tomorrow is Saturday?" I asked. He smiled.
"Of course we can. I've missed those." He said.
"Okay, goodbye, professor." I called as I flew out one of the windows. He waved to me, and I waved back.
Ugh. I hated that bell with a passion. The bell to end lunch. I floated to my next class, passing Jordan, and the other boy who I now knew was Brian. I growled at them. There was no mistaking that one of them were missing. I had taken care of Chris on Monday morning. I floated into my science class, and sat in the first row. We didn't have assigned seats, so every chair was available. All of a sudden, someone covered my eyes with their hands, and spoke in a familiar voice.
"Guess who?" I spun around.
"Ross!" I yelled.
"Last time I checked," he said.
"I thought the doctor said you weren't supposed to come back till next week." I said.
"I felt better, so I decided to come back. Besides, I haven't seen you since you took me to the hospital. I missed you." He said. I leaned back and kissed him lightly.
"I need to talk to you after school, Ross." I said.
"Sure. Of course. I'll wait for you outside Frost's class?" he asked.
"I'll be there." I said.
"And that's why the square
root of x plus the hypotenuse of the cube root of y, equals the imaginary
root of x squared." Ms. Strama said. I sat in my algebra class, trying
not to fall asleep.
"Thank god," I muttered. I grabbed my notebook, and headed out to Mr. Frost's class. I found Ross waiting for me when I got there.
"Hi." He said when I landed. "What's up?" I looked around.
"Not here, at my house." I said.
"Cool. Walk or fly?" he asked.
"We'd better fly." I put my arm around his shoulder, and he did the same. I lifted off, and flew home as fast as I could. Once we were safely in my room, I locked the door, and closed the window.
"Blossom, you're freaking me out. Just tell me what's bugging you." He said. I walked over to him, and kissed him sensually. He broke the kiss. "What's gotten into you?" he demanded.
"I've been having dreams about you, Ross. Very graphic dreams. They feel so real, it made me realize how much I want you." I said.
"What do you mean, want me?" he asked.
"I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Ross. I love you." I said, backing him up against the bed.
"You don't know what you're saying." He said.
"Please, Ross. Don't say no." I pleaded. He sighed.
"Blossom, I have a confession to make." He said.
"What?" I asked, intrigued.
"I've been having dreams about you too. Sexual dreams. My mom said it's all the testosterone in my blood right now." He said.
"That's what the professor told me. Except all the estrogen, not the testosterone." I said. Finally, he was laying flat o the bed.
"Are you sure, Blossom? I don't want to hurt you." He said.
"I've never been more sure about anything." I said. He sighed again.
"Then let's enjoy it." He kissed me on my lips. I kissed back, and ran my tongue along his lips. He responded by parting his lips, and allowing my tongue inside. I ran my tongue along the inside of his lips, and finally, touched my tongue to his.
The rest of the night was a blur. Full of sexual pleasure, and animalistic pleasure. At the end of the night, we fell asleep together. Our two bodies joined as one.