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I can be your heart, be your soul, just don't let me off easy, don't you let me go
Thank your lucky stars
It was almost 8PM when Harry finally got home. He immediately turned on the TV to a broadcast reporting on a monster that was spotted in town and had a minor panic attack wondering about the Girls. The report went on to say that the threat to the city had passed but they didn’t know any details beyond that. He checked his phone and saw a missed text from Blossom and his heart lurched in his chest.
Blossom: Felt pretty bad so I went home. I’ll see you tomorrow after work?
Harry breathed a deep sigh of relief and his heart thumped against his ribcage in excitement as he quickly typed a reply.
Harry: Of course. Love you.
Harry sighed to himself, the little butterflies fluttering around in his chest now and a warm tingly feeling tickling at his limbs. He was still buzzing with excitement after his confrontation with Brick and knew he wouldn’t ever be able to calm down enough to get to sleep. He jumped in the shower, marveling at the way his senses were still heightened and his adrenaline was now constantly pumping. When he went to squeeze shampoo into his hand he was alarmed to discover that he had crushed the plastic bottle easily under his grip. Not exactly a superhuman feat, but one that definitely shouldn’t have happened when he wasn’t even trying.
He continued to encounter little annoyances like this throughout his routine. He managed to nick his skin while shaving… or he should have. What happened instead was his razor blade became a twisted and mangled mess, having gotten caught on his super powered skin. The cap of his toothpaste rocketed with enough force to wedge itself into the ceiling. The strength of his hand on his knife cutting across his sandwich with enough power to slice his ceramic plate clean in half. A stupid comment he read on his phone caused him to grip it with enough strength to crush his plastic case. Thankfully he stopped himself before breaking the phone itself, but the screen didn’t fare much better.
Once he had gotten over his astonishment at his newfound strength and durability, the implication of his situation all at once became clear to him.
‘I won’t need the CX anymore to…’
He got a sudden surge of excitement at the thought. He couldn’t wait to talk to Blossom, to tell her everything, to touch her, to kiss her, to—
“Fuck,” he said in an exhale as he stood up, grabbing his keys and heading for the door. Somehow, he had managed to kill enough time and burn enough frantic, nervous energy to make it to his 10AM shift at Mini-Malph’s. Getting through the workday was going to be nearly impossible, though, with the way his thoughts were going now. But he would definitely see her tonight. Definitely.
Brick rolled over in his small cot, groaning as the orange light in his room dragged his weary eyelids open. His sleep had been plagued by formless nightmares manifested by his demonic father, shifting and torturing him all night long, then fading away before he could make sense of them. He never had even good dreams anymore, just shadows of what his existence in Heck had been. Not even fucking sleep was an escape from this god forsaken prison.
His limbs still felt heavy with Antidote X and he was made painfully aware that he now had bandages on his left arm to match his right. He sat up with some effort, shaking off the last remnants of sleep.
Across the room, Butch and Boomer shared a bunk bed and continued sleeping peacefully. Butch’s snoring could wake the dead even all the way on the top bunk, while Boomer had a small pool of drool forming on his pillow.
Brick scowled as he opened and closed his left hand a few times.
‘Motherfucker actually broke it…’ Brick fumed internally. He didn’t know how, but a fucking human, a fucking ant, actually made him feel pain. It only happened because a perfect storm of events had occurred, but it still happened nonetheless. That moment of weakness was worse than any of the torture he had endured in the last 14 years. The sensation of Harry fucking Pitt’s stupid hand crushing his wrist replaying over and over in his memories threatened to tear his very psyche in half.
It would be the first and last time anything like that would ever happen to him. That’s for damn sure.
‘But how the hell are we going to get out of this place?’
He looked up when Butch rolled over, kicking the blanket off of him in his sleep and sending it tumbling to the floor. Boomer just moaned lightly in response, murmuring, “Bubbles…”
Those two idiots weren’t going to be of any help if Brick was actually going to figure out a way out. He was going to need to make a plan. Be smarter. More cunning. More like…
‘Blossom.’
Her stupid fucking name ringing in his head was still enough to make his face flush and his heart rate increase. It was a new, special kind of torture to come to terms with the reaction he still had to her. He weakly gripped at his hair with his usable hand as best he could, willing away the biological response that Him had implanted in his brain.
As Brick was wrestling with his thoughts, a small slip of paper slid under the door, coming to a stop in front of his bed. He leaned down to grab it, unfolding it and reading the careful cursive handwriting slowly.
When he was done he huffed, then tore it in half and tossed it back to the floor again.
‘If I’m going to get out of here, I’ll need to play this just right…’
Sunlight poured into her bedroom, waking Blossom up with a whine. Immediately she grasped her cramping stomach and grimaced in pain. The battle with Him and his monsters had left her sore and exhausted, but her main concern now was the waves of intense nausea passing over her with every movement she made.
Nausea was not a sensation the Powerpuff Girls often experienced. They didn’t get sick, and not many things in this world disgusted them or disrupted their body chemistry. So Blossom was puzzled at her current state of misery.
‘Maybe I’m just hungry…?’ she thought to herself as she floated up and out of bed. Unfortunately, just the act of moving upright had her rushing for the toilet without a second thought.
Her empty stomach didn’t have much to evacuate so she just dry heaved a few times before stumbling downstairs to look for something to eat to soothe her screaming innards.
Buttercup was standing in front of the fridge, holding an ice pack to her head from Him’s cheap shot when she heard her sister come in.
“Hey Leader Girl, feeling any better? Bubbles was wo—“
Buttercup turned and sucked in a breath when she got a good look at her sister. Blossom was as pale as a ghost and she was trembling slightly. She clenched her hands over her stomach as she padded into the kitchen and began to prepare a glass of orange juice.
“Red? What the hell, are you okay? Somehow you look even worse than yesterday.”
Blossom took careful sips of her juice, grimacing as she willed her stomach to keep it all down, “You always know just how to make me feel better, Buttercup,” she sighed, “I think I’m just exhausted, and probably hungry.”
“I just mean, you look sick. Maybe you should go back to bed… me and Bubs can handle any calls that come through.”
Blossom sighed and slowly nodded.
“Maybe you’re right. I’ll see you later.”
Blossom turned and floated back up the stairs to her room. Buttercup was shaken, she didn’t expect her stubborn sister to take her advice so willingly and retreat so immediately. It was way out of character for her leader to back down from her duty as a Powerpuff Girl without a fight, so she really must have felt awful.
She pulled out her phone and fired a quick text to Bubbles.
Buttercup: Paging Nurse Bubbles. Leader Girl is in bad shape today. Can you help?
Immediately, Buttercup’s phone buzzed back.
Bubbles: OMG! OK, I’ll be home in a few. Leaving Mike’s rn.
Buttercup smiled, sipping her pumpkin spice coffee and retreating to the living room.
Bubbles knocked on Blossom’s bedroom door, a tray of food balanced on her palm.
“Blossy? Are you awake? I made you some lunch.”
She heard Blossom murmur an affirmation from inside and opened the door and hovered up to her bed.
The first thing Bubbles noticed was how warm the room was. Blossom’s natural body temperature was always so cold, it was unusual for her room to feel anything close to hot at all.
Blossom herself was curled up in bed, bundled in the blankets and shivering. Her cheeks were flushed and her bangs were sweaty and stuck to her forehead. When she cracked her eyes open, Bubbles could see that their usual vibrant pink color had dulled considerably to almost a sickly gray.
“I’ve got you on the B.R.A.T. diet. Bananas, rice, applesauce and toast. And if that all stays put I also made you my special homemade chicken noodle soup,” Bubbles set the tray on Blossom’s nightstand.
Blossom smiled, “Thanks, Bubs, you’re a lifesaver,” she sat up and grabbed the banana.
“Well… I don’t think it’s quite accurate to call me a lifesaver,” Bubbles averted her eyes and started to pick at her fingernails, “I feel pretty awful about the last couple of days. First, we ditched you after you got injured, then, the fight with Him…! I can’t believe I slept for so long at Mike’s, I didn’t even help you guys with the fight!”
Blossom recognized the shimmer in Bubbles’ eyes and knew she only had seconds to avert the waterworks.
“No way, Bubs. It’s because of your quick thinking and nurse training that I only have a scar to show for our fight with that centipede,” she peeled the banana and took a bite.
“And please don’t feel bad… Him was getting into all of our heads. He knows we’re weaker when we’re apart. He just didn’t count on Buttercup being even more stubborn in her college years,” Blossom chuckled and nudged Bubbles, causing her to giggle too and wipe away a tear that escaped, “Lord knows if I can’t control my ornery sister, no way a nasty villain could pull it off.”
Bubbles laughed fully now and finally looked back up at Blossom. Blossom’s smile was weary and her eyes were sunken in from exhaustion, “Are you feeling any better?”
“A little. I think the worst of the nausea has passed, thank God. I’m just exhausted now. And super cold.”
Cold? Blossom didn’t get cold. She simply couldn’t. If Blossom was sensitive to cold, the winter constantly swirling in her lungs would incapacitate her every day. The only time she had ever been truly cold was right after Early Winter. But that was likely the first and last time.
“Think it could be some kind of illness? I don’t think we’ve caught anything since the Amoeba Boys Virus… Maybe the Professor can check you out later? He’s supposed to get back this afternoon.”
“Yeah, I don’t know. And it’s definitely not ABV again. Who knows,” Blossom shrugged, but she already had a suspicion deep down, a suspicion that she was going to investigate as soon as Bubbles left.
“Well, I have class in a few, so I’m gonna head back out if you think you’re okay. Buttercup is already at class. Professor will be home for dinner, though.”
“Yep, I’m fine. Thanks again, Bubs,” Blossom nibbled on her toast gratefully.
“No problem. Like I said before, someone needs to worry about you sometimes, too, Blossy.”
“Yeah,” she watched Bubbles leave with a small smile.
***
After Blossom had finished her food and decided she felt good enough to move around, she quietly climbed out of bed and pulled a hoodie over her head, tied her long hair up in a messy bun and slid her black aviator sunglasses on her face. She was out the window in a pink flash, landing a few blocks away from the nearby Cooper’s Pharmacy so nobody would see it was her that walked in.
She milled around the aisles for a bit, looking in the mysterious “family planning” and “feminine products” aisles. Since the Girls had never had menstrual periods at all, they never needed to peruse these areas of the store so they were incredibly foreign to the pink puff. Blossom felt more like an alien than she had in a long time, trying to make sense of all the packages and varieties and finally came to the section with pregnancy tests and condoms. There were so many options and she had no idea which was ideal, so she bought a couple different varieties and hurried to the checkout, pulling her hood tighter over her head. Thankfully, the cashier was barely paying attention and didn’t notice her customer was a nervous Powerpuff Girl.
When she got back home she ripped open both packages and completed both tests at once, pacing around the room while she waited for the results.
‘There’s no way, just, no way… it’s impossible,’ She thought to herself while chewing her fingernails anxiously.
‘It’s impossible… but it’s what you want,’ the sudden honest thought surprised her. Was that true? Did she want this?
The alarm on her phone finally went off and Blossom startled, jogging back into the bathroom. Her heart pounded in her ears and her breaths were shallow and frantic as she picked up both tests to look at them.
When she saw the results her heart lept into her throat.
Positive. Pregnant. Both of them.
She was pregnant. She was pregnant with Harry’s baby. She grasped her hands at her stomach, marveling at the idea that a living baby was in there. Probably the size of a grain of rice. In spite of all the worry and anxiety and everything wrong with this right now, she simply smiled and sucked in a deep, shaky breath. She lifted her hoodie and traced her fingers over the healing scar on her left side and the stab wound from Him that was now nearly gone on her right. It was truly a miracle that neither injury had affected the baby.
All at once, reality hit her. She covered her mouth with one hand and she bent at the waist, feeling a choked sob escape from her lips as it finally sank in.
And then, with nobody there to witness it, Blossom completely fell apart.
By some strength of will he didn’t know he could possess, Harry kept his shit together until he got home from work that night. Buttercup had sent him a few texts informing him of the details of what happened with Him and how Blossom was doing. And with the newfound permanent strength flowing through his muscles he found it harder and harder to contain his excitement of his approaching evening with Blossom. He simply couldn’t wait to tell her everything.
Harry’s plans were almost derailed when he arrived home and found her asleep at his dining room table, the dinner she had made sitting uneaten on the stove and a biology textbook sitting open under her head. He rolled his eyes because of course she would still be worried about school after all that had happened to her.
Naturally she had slept over at Harry’s many times over the past seven months. But it was totally out of character for her to both come over unannounced and also to fall asleep randomly. Harry’s worry for her was back with a vengeance, superpowers or not. The exertion and battles with Him and the monsters were taking their toll.
Waking her up seemed heartless, especially for his selfish and admittedly horny purposes. If Blossom was this exhausted, he’d just move her to the bed and let her sleep.
‘Yes, I will,’ he mentally told his own dick.
He lifted her far too easily; he was stronger than he’d ever been in his life while she seemed lighter and even more frail than usual.
Blossom didn’t stir or protest as he carried her across the house, and it wasn’t until he tried to lay her down on the bed that she yelped. She startled awake, shouting at a villain or criminal that wasn’t there. Her hot pink eyes were glowing, wide and unfocused.
“Harry, what—”
“You fell asleep at the table,” he said, his voice a comforting murmur as he crawled onto the bed next to her. She relaxed a little and fell back against the pillows with a groan.
“I’m sorry, Harry, I didn’t mean to nod off like that. I was feeling a lot better so I came over early to make you dinner.”
His jaw tightened at the guilt in her voice. The weight of the world continued to balance precariously on her shoulders but he could sense something more was weighing on her, too.
He simply snuggled against her and started to plant gentle kisses along her jaw.
“Don’t apologize,” he said as he gently massaged her arms and shoulders. She tried to follow his hands with her own, but her fingers were still sleep-clumsy and she let him push her hands away without much protest. He slowly caressed her skin as she hummed in contentment.
“Well, well, Mr. Pitt, I’m surprised you’re so eager tonight,” She shifted her hips, hooking her leg around his and glancing up through her lashes.
He leaned down to nuzzle at the curve of her shoulder, where her skin was still warm from sleep.
‘Wait a minute… warm? Blossom didn’t GET warm…’
Blossom smoothed his shirt before meeting his eyes. “You look tired,” she said gently, “Want to go to sleep?”
Harry almost laughed. She’s the weary superheroine with fresh battle scars and heavy responsibilities and she’s making sure he’s okay. Always Everything Nice, this girl.
“I should be asking you the same thing.”
“Mmm,” He bent down to leave gentle, soothing kisses at her collarbone and up her neck. “But not yet. Tonight—” he slid up and tickled a breath over her cheek. “Tonight, I have news.”
“What a coincidence,” she said with a knowing smile, “I do, too.”
“Really?” He blinked, “Who first?”
“You go,” she relaxed against the pillows, twisting a lock of hair around and around her finger. A nervous habit Harry noticed about her from all the way back in middle school.
“Alright,” he smiled, “so, some weird shit happened yesterday. While you were fighting Him, which Buttercup told me all about by the way, I got a call from the Morbucks prison. Brick was asking for me by name.”
“Brick?!” Blossom sat up suddenly in astonishment, “Harry, surely you didn’t actually go?!”
Harry nodded.
“Harry!”
“He was threatening people, the chief of police practically begged me.”
She pulled both her hands up through her hair. “Why on earth did you go?! Why didn’t you call me?”
“Bloss, if you’ll recall, you were kinda busy fighting your worst nemesis. Not to mention, you didn’t have your phone and on top of that, even if you did, Him was fucking with your phone the whole time!”
“So you went to have a little friendly chat with my other worst nemesis?!” She was working herself up into a panic now, “You could have been hurt… or, or killed! ”
“Bloss. Please, relax. He’s still pretty worse for wear, honestly. When we were talking he threatened me, just like I expected. He told me to leave you alone, spouted some bullshit about how you’re fated to belong to him… stuff like that. I said some things that made him fly off the handle. And he smashed his fist through the Antidote X barrier and the protective glass at me. It was crazy.”
“ WHAT?! ” She shrieked, her languid mood from before completely gone now.
“But, here’s the craziest part. I not only caught his punch in my hand, I broke his wrist,” Harry clenched his fist in front of him, as if to demonstrate.
Blossom’s jaw dropped open and before she could speak, Harry continued.
“Then, I went home, and was wired the whole fuckin’ night. I didn’t get a wink of sleep. I was so pumped up on adrenaline, and I realized it felt a whole lot like how it feels when I take the CX pills. As I was going through my morning routine it was like I was just… strong as fuck now. Things that used to hurt me don’t hurt, like when I should have cut myself shaving, and I was able to break things while cooking with basically no effort at all.”
Blossom was absolutely flabbergasted.
“…Unbelievable… so the CX I’ve been giving you is starting to become permanent?!” Blossom gawked, “Harry, you’re gonna have to let me run some tests. This is incredible. Impossible, really.”
“Right? And I feel better than ever. Like a million bucks,” Harry bounced up and down on the bed in excitement.
After he calmed down he laid a hand on hers and looked down at her expectantly, “So, what about your news, Bloss?”
Blossom blushed and winced, “Oh, that.”
She shifted to search through her back pocket.
“Well, in hindsight, your news does a lot to explain mine,” she smirked, pulling out two pregnancy tests and handing them to Harry.
He stared at them for a solid 30 seconds before he fully understood what he was looking at.
“Bloss… is this what I think it is?”
“Yep.”
“But… how?! I thought you said it wasn’t possible?”
“It wasn’t. But, I think you just explained how it was made possible. I think… I think we’re pregnant.”
Harry slowly brought his hands to his cheeks and dragged them down over his mouth. His eyes were blown wide with shock and his expression constantly shifted between fear, excitement and bewilderment.
Finally, he murmured, “I can’t fucking believe this, Bloss,” he turned to her with a wide grin, grabbing her shoulders with his newly acquired superhuman grip, “You’re going to have a baby… we’re going to have a baby!”
“Yeah,” Blossom smiled sweetly, his adorable reaction sinking in, “yeah, I guess we are.”
“God, I just want to—,” Harry cupped her cheeks and pulled her in for a rough kiss. He kissed her again and again until she laughed breathlessly, “Harry!”
“You’re giving me all kinds of ideas.”
“I—Ideas?” Her voice hitched a little as the tip of his tongue trailed along her jawline with each gentle peck. He began to slowly pluck open the buttons of her blouse.’“Should I be scared?”
“Ever since I realized my power was permanent I’ve been so fucking horny for you. I haven’t stopped thinking about you ever since. Like seriously, it’s all I could think about all day at work. Bloss, you have no idea,” he kissed her wildly, holding her close as if she might disappear if he let go, then smoothly pushing her shirt off her shoulders.
By the time he had her stripped down to her underwear, she was gazing up at him, a coy but tired smile on her face. The surge of arousal he felt was a guilty one as soon as he could see the profound exhaustion darkening her features.
He unhooked the clasp of her bra and gently pulled it off her shoulders. Her pink nipples were already peaked and under his fingertips the undersides of her breasts felt like silk. She winced a little at the memory of her injuries when he grazed her scars with his gentle fingers. He froze, wide-eyed, but when he looked at her anxiously she nodded back at him in affirmation. When he gazed back at her, her hips cradled in his other hand, he realized he loved her more than ever before.
“Especially now… now, we’re going to have a child together. I’m so fucking scared but I’m also so fucking happy,” he said, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
Blossom ran her thumb along his jaw, caressing his thin beard, “Me, too,” she said with a smile. She wiped away his tears before they had a chance to fall from his eyes.
He studied her and saw that behind her smile, her eyes were still anxious. There was a lot to process from the last two months, hell, the past two days alone would have put most people in the hospital or in the grave.
He needed to help her relax.
“Here. Let me try something,” Harry nudged her to roll over and lay on her stomach, running his calloused hands across the smooth skin of her back. He pushed her hair to the side and began to knead the tired and sore muscles with his strong fingers, giving her a slow and sensual massage.
“Mmm,” Blossom hummed, “Harry, that feels amazing.”
“You’re tense,” he murmured, “I can help, just need to loosen you up a little… here…”
He continued to push and pull the skin and soft flesh underneath. He gently worked his way up from her lower back to her shoulder blades to her shoulders and neck. He could feel she was carrying 15 years worth of stress in those shoulders.
After a few minutes of gentle massaging he slid off the bed and stood at its foot. “C’mere.”
Blossom slowly turned over and looked at him, a slightly confused half-smile pulling at the edges of her mouth.
She jumped when he caught her around the calves with a stronger-than-usual grip and pulled her toward him until her hips were at the edge of the mattress, her legs spread on either side of him.
“…Harry?”
She was surprised by his intensity, her body trembling with anticipation.
“Just—stay still,” he whispered, dropping to his knees. He realized he was hard already, just from the sight of her naked breasts and the massage. He was painfully aware that a single touch from her would ruin him.
She nodded, her brow furrowing slightly, but her legs quickly relaxed under his gentle hands as he stroked behind her knees and slowly ran his fingers up over the skin on the back of her thighs.
Each of his touches sent tiny electric shocks skittering across her super sensitive skin. She jumped again, a whine in the back of her throat.
“God, Harry,” She moaned, reaching up to massage her breasts and tease at her nipples, “it must be the pregnancy hormones or something, but I’ve wanted you today, too. After the morning sickness passed, anyway. And maybe more than ever in my life,” Blossom confessed, her cheeks flushed scarlet and her movements became more desperate.
Her flush crept down her neck and over her chest and a light sheen of sweat broke out on her face. He’d never felt her this warm before, radiating like a miniature sun.
“I think my powers are going haywire, too… I’ve already had a lot of weird stuff happen. Like breathing fire instead of ice. It feels so weird. I… I’ll have to get Dad to do a checkup soon...” she trailed off.
She was rambling, an obvious sign she was nervous. Gently, he grasped her hands and pressed them down to her sides, tracing the veins on the inside of her wrists with a finger to make her squirm. “Try not to move. Okay?”
“…O-Okay,” she moaned, a sound that turned into a sigh when he hooked his fingers through the band of her panties and pulled them off. She tried to close her legs on reflex but he spread them wide and held her thighs open. She was still so modest after all they had done. It was enough to make him burn with desire. The smell of her arousal—warm and sweet—filled his lungs. She was already wet enough for him and he had to fight off the urge to take her right away. He wanted to make this moment last, and if he gave into temptation, it would be over in seconds.
He leaned down, breathed her in, and let his tongue flicker over her clit.
“Oh God, Harry, you can’t—not without the—”
“Yes, I can,” he murmured against her. “Now, I can. Just stay still.”
“But— if I hurt you…”
If he let her argue, he would lose his nerve completely. Instead of using his tongue to answer her, he ran it teasingly over her clit, humming when she jerked and shuddered. When he pressed his tongue into her, she made a noise like a sob and bucked her hips against his powerful hands.
She tasted so sweet and he lost himself in her.
He had been deep inside his own head but came back to himself with a jolt when he heard Blossom cry out. She released one long open cry with his name buried inside it and her hands were everywhere, in his hair, her own body, tangled in the sheets. He smiled against her skin at how quickly she had failed to obey him. The powerful muscles in her thighs strained against his face as she tried to get closer.
“Harry, get your clothes off and fuck me already ,” she hissed through her teeth, knocking him out of his reverie.
She managed to grab hold of the sleeve of his work shirt and he heard, distantly, the sound of fabric tearing. “I need you inside me, I need your c—”
“Not yet,” he said, his voice strained, broken by a rumble of pure desire. She squealed when he pushed the tip of his tongue inside her, and God, the heat pouring off her was incredible.
Without warning, he pulled away from her and stood. Blossom whined, reaching out for him, fully begging now as he pulled her into a sitting position.
“Harry… please,” she panted. He leaned down over her and kissed her passionately again, savoring her sweet taste. His dick was so hard it ached as it strained against his jeans. “I want you so badly.”
“You’ll have me,” he answered breathlessly, pulling his shirt over his head before she could shred it to pieces while she undid his pants. “But, not yet. Wait, Bloss, wait, dammit.”
Blossom was confused by his restraint and he caught her hands just before they reached his boxer briefs. One touch from her would undo everything, and he had a new idea, one he wanted to try so badly he thought it would kill him. He’d wanted to try it ever since her drunken confession to him that day at the mall…
‘So what about yours, Bloss? I’ve already confessed my embarrassing secret fantasy…’
‘Well... Errr…’
‘C’mon… inquiring minds want to know.’
‘I’ve always thought it would be really hot to ride your face.’
‘What?!?!’
‘It’s just… so… un-lady-like. So shamelessly horny. It’s probably the thing I’ve always thought about trying but would never actually do.’
He smirked at the memory, joining her back on the bed.
“You want me inside you, right?”
“Oh God, yes,” She threaded her nimble fingers through his short hair and left open-mouthed kisses across his face.
“All right, then,” He grabbed her hips and pulled her over him, leaning back against the pillows. She fell into his arms easily, her flushed skin slick with sweat, and she was shaking, like she’d fall apart if his firm hands and skilled lips didn’t ground her.
He pulled on her hips with his large hands until her folds were just over his eager mouth. Harry couldn’t smell anything but her, and when he looked up, the curves of her breasts and the swell of her hips were all he could see, her face framed by her long hair above him, looking down at him in confusion and excitement.
“H-Harry? What are—“
“Shh,” He pulled her down, hands gentle on her hips, “Just relax and enjoy it. Ride me if you want, even. Tonight’s all about you, girl.”
He heard her moan turn into a cry when his clever tongue brushed down over her clit and then up, into the sweet warmth of her entrance.
He thought he might need to hold her still, but she wasn’t even moving. Harry could feel how tense she was, like a taut string on the edge of snapping, as his hands slid over her smooth skin. She wanted to snap, she needed to snap—
He thrust his tongue up, hard, jaw stretching wide to let him go deeper, and Blossom shrieked. She instinctively thrust down onto his face, her shriek breaking into breathy little screams as her clit slid over his nose.
That ended any apprehension he might have had about trying this. He pulled her down and held her, fucking her on his tongue while she squealed and rolled her hips unconsciously. He hummed in contentment and he knew the vibrations were traveling straight out of his throat, up his tongue, and into her, by the way she stiffened and arched her back. She was saying something, words he dismissed as nonsense until he heard his name.
“Harry, more, please, I—I’m close...”
The moan he made was more of a growl when he heard that.
He thrust into her again, and his tongue brushed deep inside her. Blossom’s hips jerked, her muscles clenching tight against him when he hit that spot. ‘Found it,’ he thought to himself and he ground his face into her pussy deeper, pressing just where she needed it, and swirled the tip of his tongue.
Blossom said, “Oh”, so quietly that Harry almost missed it, and then shattered to pieces above him, “Oh no, oh no, oh no.”
His tongue was still fucking her, deep as he could reach when the sudden clench of her muscles around his head took him completely by surprise.
The familiar thunderclap of her orgasm was over too quickly, but this time Harry wasn’t even scorched. Harry teased that spot inside her, coaxing out more tremors for as long as he could, but in less than a minute she had slumped over him, her hair a sweaty mess in her eyes.
“Where,” she gasped, “did you learn how to do that?”
Reluctantly, he drew back from her and eased her down so she was sitting on his chest so he could talk. He barely felt her petite weight resting on his body. Every inch of Blossom’s skin, at least what he could see, was bright pink and practically glowing with desire. His cock twitched painfully, begging for attention, but the flush of success had given him more ideas. He’d never had her so pliant before, and he wanted to push her further, pull more of those moans and shudders out of her. He could wait a little more.
“I’m just naturally gifted,” he said, with the smuggest smile he could summon. She laughed breathlessly and leaned down to touch her forehead with his.
“I’ll say. Now I just have to figure out a way to pay you back,” She squirmed out of his hands and slid backwards over his body. He stopped her before she could slip his underwear down and off.
“No.”
Her wide eyes met his and she raised a sharp eyebrow in question.
“Well, not yet,” Harry amended, “But, I want to play with you more.”
On any other night, Blossom would have been fast enough to wriggle away from him before he caught her, but her movements were slow, almost drugged, and he pulled her back up easily, especially with his newfound super speed and strength. She sucked in a nervous breath.
“Harry, I don’t think I should— you know, again. We’re lucky you didn’t get hurt this time, but,” She blushed, averting her eyes away from his, “I have some CX pills in my purse—…”
“Don’t forget who you’re dealing with, Bloss,” he said with a laugh. “I managed to defeat you with my kisses and my tongue once before, I’ll gladly do it again.”
She started to laugh at that, loudly and brightly, but it was over too fast. He made a mental note to always try to make her laugh like that, and then he pulled her hips up swiftly and buried his tongue in her again.
She was not prepared for the intrusion and her breathing turned into hitched gasps as soon as he entered her. He went slowly at first, memorizing the differences in her body from just moments ago. The muscles around his tongue twitched and clenched with every movement he made, over-stimulated and almost too sensitive. She didn’t tell him to stop, so he probed gently, while circling the pad of his thumb over her clit.
Harry was careful not to spend too much time on one spot; instead he kept his movements light and varied, only giving in to her pleas for more pressure when she started grinding against him. Then, with enough force to knock the air out of her lungs, he shoved his tongue into her until his jaw ached, hitting that spot again and again.
Blossom went silent again, and when Harry probed her bundle of nerves just right, she broke apart without moving, her body clenching around him vice-tight, each spasm longer than the last.
“Oh no, oh God, oh no, ohhh!”
That was the moment his control broke completely. He pulled his tongue out of her while she was still shaking and pushed her gently backward so her head landed at the foot of the bed. She only had the moment it took for him to rip off his underwear before he had thrust deep inside, burying himself to the hilt, his length disappearing into her slick folds without resistance.
Her breath gusted out of her mouth and into the air, but instead of the usual frost, this time it was like a small blast of frozen blue flames, bursting in the air in a bright icy fireball that threatened to freeze Harry’s bare skin just by proximity. Harry didn’t give her time to recover as she clenched exquisitely around him. He took a moment to spread her legs even wider and and pull her ankles up and over his shoulders.
“Oh, H-Harry, God—” she quickly clasped both hands over her mouth, expecting a sonic scream or another blast of icy fire, but Harry was fast too, and he grasped her hands tightly down on either side of her head.
“No, don’t. I want to hear you,” he gasped out, his dark eyes smoldering.
He threaded their fingers together and held her down with both hands in a firm grip as he continued thrusting. Of course, she could overpower him if she really wanted to. She didn’t want to.
Her moans were loud and unabashed now, enough to shake the pictures on the walls and vibrate the glass in the windows. She managed to restrain herself from screaming loud enough to break anything, but not without some concentrated effort.
Conscious thought quickly became impossible. She was so wet that each thrust sounded obscene, too loud in a room where the only other sounds were their breathless moans and cries of each other’s names. After a few minutes he had enough presence of mind left to reach down and trace her clit with the tip of one finger, but he was honest enough to admit it was selfish. He wanted to feel her clench down on him, tight enough to keep him buried deep inside her while he finished.
She came again a moment later, like she’d sensed his thoughts, and it was even harder than the others. Like she was coming in self-defense, he thought, and almost laughed.
“Harry,” Blossom mumbled. She didn’t sound like she knew that she was talking. “Harry, I need you— I…”
The rest of the world melted away for a moment. His nervous system felt like it had been drenched in oil and then set on fire. His orgasm was sharp and intense. He squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath while jutting his hips, trying to prolong his release for as long as he could. Somewhere, far away, Blossom sighed deeply with what sounded like pure bliss.
He came down slowly, feeling coming back into his legs first, then his arms, then the rest of him. His mouth ached and his muscles burned, but he stayed where he was until Blossom shifted away from him, murmuring about needing to get some sleep.
He laid down next to her on his side and curled an arm around her shoulders to draw her close. Her eyes were already closed, but he knew her body well enough to know she was still awake.
“Harry?”
“Mmm?”
“I’m about to get the best sleep I’ve had in years, but I fully plan on thanking you tomorrow.”
“Mmm.”
“And I’m definitely going to figure out how on earth this happened… all of this.”
“Mmm.”
“I mean it.”
“Go to sleep, Bloss."
Blossom stood outside the Utonium residence, bouncing on her heels lightly, waiting for Harry to give her the signal that he was ready. He still had a shell-shocked expression on his face, somewhere stuck between total bewilderment and dreamy amazement. It was the same facial expression he had been wearing for the past six weeks at least, ever since he found out the news. She looked at him with a sweet smile and offered her hand. He grasped it and squeezed it tight, and for the first time she could really, truly, feel his strength. She always had felt safe with him but now, it was different. Now, it felt like home .
Blossom knocked gently on the door and her heartbeat fluttered with anticipation. Why on earth was she so nervous? This was her family.
“It’s open!” Professor Utonium called from inside.
Blossom opened the door and was immediately greeted by the smell of roasted turkey, scalloped potatoes and cranberry sauce. The warm, familiar smells were enough to lull both Blossom and Harry into a calmer state and they felt their nervousness melting away like the butter on the crescent rolls that Bubbles was setting on the table.
“Hey, you two!” She chirped, rushing over to greet them.
“Hey, Bubs,” Blossom smiled and hugged her sister, then caught the eye of Mike who was already seated at the table, bouncing his leg nervously. Blossom and Harry both waved at Mike while Blossom grinned knowingly: Bubbles had probably made the poor guy sit still and wait because he assuredly insisted on trying to help her in the kitchen.
“Ahh, yes, now everybody is here! Welcome, welcome!” Professor Utonium appeared around the corner soon after, wearing his frilly ‘Kiss the Cook’ apron that he insisted on pulling out whenever the girls had their boyfriends over. A classic Dad tactic for maximum embarrassment that he had started way back when Blossom brought her first boyfriend home for dinner in 10th grade.
“Everybody, gather around the table, dinner is almost ready!” He clapped his hands together in excitement, then called upstairs, “BUTTERCUP! Dinner!”
Buttercup floated down the stairs a moment later with a smile and greeted Harry and Mike warmly, at least warmly by Buttercup standards, “Hey nerds, finally, let’s eat!”
Once everyone was served and ready to dig in, Professor Utonium stood up and held his glass high in the air.
“Jesus, Dad, please,” Buttercup was already cringing about whatever Professor Utonium was going to say.
“Now, now, Buttercup. If you’ll indulge me for just a moment…” Professor Utonium said, with a small blush on his cheeks. He cleared his throat.
“Thank you, Mike and Harry, for joining us. It means so much to me that we can all celebrate this wonderful holiday together. You two are practically like the sons I never had and, well, I couldn’t be happier to have you at our table.”
Mike and Harry both flushed and nodded back nervously.
“I want to toast this meal to you both. For being one of the best things in my girls’ lives,” Professor raised his glass with a smile, “and mine, too.”
Everyone cheered and murmured in agreement, raising their glasses as well.
Then, just before everyone could begin eating, Harry and Mike both stood up from their seats opposite each other, and without missing a beat dropped down to one knee, almost as if synchronized, causing the rest of the family to freeze in stunned silence.
A pin drop could be heard in the Utonium dining room in that moment, as the realization of what was happening dawned on everyone.
“Oh.”
“My.”
“God.”
“HARRY!” Blossom gasped, “MIKEY!” Bubbles squeaked.
Harry had produced a little black velvet box in his palm, whereas the box Mike was holding was a soft white. They each opened them to reveal a pair of engagement rings for their respective girlfriends.
Buttercup picked her jaw off the floor long enough to glance at the Professor, whose eyes were sparkling and looking as if he might spontaneously combust.
“Ah man, now you two have really done it,” Buttercup quipped with a wry smirk.
Harry looked at Mike with a smile, “You wanna go first or should I?”
“Uhh, you first,” poor Mike was shaking like a leaf.
“Sure,” he cleared his throat, “I’m not one for big speeches or anything, I mean God knows I wouldn’t have graduated high school at all without your help. But I hope you’ll do me the honor of staying by my side for the rest of my life. Bloss, will you marry me?”
For one of the only times in her life that she could remember, words failed Blossom completely. But she rapidly nodded her head and felt a few tears dripping down her cheeks as she slipped the beautiful rose gold diamond ring on her finger. She smiled warmly at him and pulled him into a kiss while the rest of the table cooed, Professor Utonium cheered and Buttercup whooped.
“‘Kay, all yours Mike,” Harry grinned at him while he took his seat. Blossom, meanwhile, was still in a dreamlike daze, admiring her new ring.
Mike nodded and then turned back to Bubbles.
“B-Bubbles... You already know I’m crazy about you... You’re already the girl of my d-dreams, literally and figuratively, so how about we make it forever? …W-will you marry me?”
“Yes, oh, Mikey, YES!” Bubbles squealed, sliding the sapphire and gold ring onto her finger, “Oh, Mikey, it’s so beautiful!”
Professor stood up then and started applauding, tears pouring down his face without shame now.
Buttercup just leaned forward in her chair with a smile, stabbing a bit of turkey with her fork. “Thank fuck neither of you are the wordy types. Because I’m starving.”
“Buttercup!”
“So, you two really didn’t plan this?” Buttercup asked around a bite of potatoes, stuffing her face without shame.
“Swear to god, we both didn’t know the other was planning to propose.”
“Honestly. Craziest coincidence of my life,” Harry held up his hands in mock surrender while everyone laughed, “it’ll definitely make a great story, though.”
“Ahh! I just can’t believe it! Two of my girls are getting married! I’ll be getting two sons for Christmas!” Professor clenched his fists together like a giddy schoolgirl.
Mike paled and Harry chuckled.
“Well, maybe the weddings won’t happen that fast. But… I’m excited to join the family anyway. And Mike here is practically already a member of the family. Right, Mikey?”
“Heh, give poor Michael a second to breath, poor dude might pass out,” Buttercup snickered.
Mike nodded with a misty-eyed smile. Words had failed him at that moment but he couldn’t be happier. Who would have guessed that back when he joined Pokey Oaks he would end up gaining a wife, a sister, a brother and a Brothercup?
Conversation continued excitedly as everyone feasted on their Thanksgiving meal. Bubbles chatted dreamily about a possible double wedding while Blossom nodded absent-mindedly, clearly lost deep inside her own head.
When everyone was finally finished with their main course, Harry nudged at Blossom with his knee and gave her a knowing smile. She nodded and he cleared his throat, clinking a fork to his glass.
“So, there’s one more thing that we wanted to tell everyone,” Harry said nervously. Blossom was already winding a strand of hair around her finger and biting the inside of her cheek.
Blossom and Harry shared one more glance at each other before Blossom stood and leaned over the table towards Mike and Harry leaned over to the Professor.
“We’re pregnant!” they both announced in unison.
Blossom only had a couple of seconds to clasp her hands over Mike’s ears and Harry to do the same to the Professor before Bubbles’ hypersonic scream rang out, shattering everybody’s glass and all the windows in the house.
“I fucking KNEW IT!” Buttercup cheered, getting up to serve the pumpkin pie.