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Note: K, so this is the last chapter. But I don't know, maybe there can be a prequel or a sequel? Maybe a Brick and Blossom baby? You, my wonderful reviewers, feel free to demand that of me. I am not particularly good at writing sex scenes. I suck at it. Sorry. So either stop reading now of suffer the consequences.

Brick kicked open the door, carrying Blossom in his strong arms, and set her down in the doorway. She giggled, kissing her husband lightly on the lips. "I'll be just a moment," she whispered seductively into his ear, loosening the tie around his neck. Blossom walked into the restroom, slowly swaying her hips, and much to Brick's distaste, the bathroom door soon shut, forcing his eyes to be ripped away from the sight of his beautiful wife.

At least that gave him enough time to look around the honeymoon suite he had rented for the night. He had to make sure that he and Blossom were getting their money's worth. By the looks of it, they were. Right next to the king-sized bed with golden-colored blankets and sheets, there was an amazing view of the blue ocean's wave overlapping the sand. At the left corner of the room, there was a fireplace with freshly burning lumber. The walls were painted maroon. Sure, a lot of the stuff would be corny in any movie, but at least it would be romantic enough so that Blossom could enjoy this. That was Brick's first priority: finding ways to appease Blossom.

He sighed, walking over towards the fireplace and sat down on a black, metal chair. Brick took the liberty of taking off his tie, shoes, and socks and tossed them on the violet carpet. As far as the rest of his clothing goes, he hoped Blossom would take pleasure in helping him strip off everything else. He shook his head, prolonging the thoughts of the things he was intending on doing to Blossom. Time was no friend of his if he didn't manage to silence his fantasies. And yet, the pulsing in Brick's pants would not cease.

Brick watched the flames dance on the wood, patiently waiting for his bride to return the dim-lighted room. It had been nearly five hours since they had vowed to be together for all of time at wedding ceremony and it was needless to say, that Brick and Blossom had been waiting for the arrival of their wedding night for a very long time. Every second that passed by became more painful for the leader of the Rowdyruff Boys. Blossom was stealing too much time in restroom and Brick couldn't stand it for much longer.

Just then, the door slowly opened, revealing Blossom in lightly-colored lingerie. It was loose on her skin, but tight enough on all the right curves so that Brick got a perfect view of her perfectly shaped breasts. Brick looked her up and down more than once, attempting to memorize how beautifully innocent she managed to seem, even in the sexiest of clothing. It reminded Brick of how much his heart longed for hers back when they were first starting out as a couple and how much he still longed for her now. And to think, Blossom actually managed to feel the exact same way.

"Um, how do I, erm, look?" Blossom asked, blushing as Brick's crimson orbs made their way her milky legs. His gaze finally met hers, and Brick couldn't help but notice the way her cheeks burned with redness.

He softly chortled, getting up from the chair. Brick placed his hands on Blossom's shoulders, caressing the skin. "Words cannot describe how amazing you look," he whispered as Blossom wrapped her arms around Brick's neck. Brick's hands traveled downward and on her waist. They kissed passionately while Brick picked her up and brought her over to the bed. They lied down together, pulling apart. "Blossom?"

"Hmm," she murmured, beginning to unbutton Brick's shirt while the sat up. "What is it, Brick?"

"I just that I hope that this is everything you want," he said.

"I married you, didn't I?" Blossom replied.

"No, not that. This," Brick hinted. "I don't want you to be disappointed. Oh, gawd!" Brick shouted, suddenly stopping whatever he was about to sau. "Condoms! I need condoms!"

"Birth control, remember?" Blossom reminded him.

"Oh, right," he said.

Blossom giggled at him, choosing not to answer him on this. Brick was being adorably ridiculous and she didn't want to further his embarrassment by spoiling the atmosphere the room brought. Within seconds, Blossom made sure that her husband's shirt was on the floor. He was about to speak again, but she silenced him as she brought his hands to her breasts. She kissed him softly, helping him massage her. A low groan escaped her lips.

Brick started trailing light kisses down Blossom's throat, feeling his pants tighten around his length. Frustrated, he moved his hands off of her chest and let his hands travel wherever they may. Blossom slowly lay down on the bed, enjoying the tenderness and steadiness of Brick's hands exploring her body as well as his tongue nearing her right breast. Blossom brought her hands to her breasts, intertwining her fingers in Brick's hair, and pressing him closer to her cleavage.

She felt his lips curved in a smug grin, while his hands found the straps of the lingerie.

"Shame," Brick mumbled under breath. He teasingly started sliding the clothing of Blossom's body.

"What is?" She asked; her skin alit with burning sensations.

"That you'll never wear this sexy, little number again," Brick answered, not bothering to really take it off. Instead, he just ripped it in two. He chuckled to himself, taking Blossom's right nipple into his mouth and biting down. Hard. That earned a shriek of pleasure from his wife. At last, his massive fingers found her opening, feeling the wetness of it. "Geeze, Bloss, you're more ready for this than I thought. You realize that we didn't have to wait 'til the wedding. You could have had your nasty way with me anytime you wanted."

"Oh, shut up," she ordered, forcing him back up so that his body hovered over hers. She kissed him hotly so that her fingers could maneuver him out of his pants. Blossom unzipped his fly, letting the moment linger so that her own wetness soaked his pants. The bulge only grew larger. Finally, the Powerpuff Girls pushed the trousers off with her feet, giving Brick's manhood just enough room to spring free.

His mouth hungrily positioned itself over Blossom's; their tongues tangoed, harmoniously moaning. Brick's digits brushed roughly against Blossom's thighs, as her petite hands traveled along his smooth, hairless chest.

"I could have never dreamed that you are this beautiful," Blossom stated, breaking their kiss. She couldn't stop her hands from admiring his chest. True, she had seen him without a shirt dozens of times, but she had never once indulged herself of the way it could feel against her own bare chest.

"Thanks, babe," Brick replied, not really liking how animal he sounded right now. It reminded him of the jerk he used to be way back when. It sent an uncomfortable shutter down his spine, because he knew that if he let go too much, that side of him just might end up ruining this experience for Blossom. Little did Brick know that at this point, Blossom wouldn't mind a bit of roughness. "Do me a favor?"

"Anything," Blossom tried to force her voice to say calm, but she failed. Her heart pounded loudly, noticing the way she began trembling. Of course, her nerves would begin kicking in, even before Brick was in her.

"If it starts hurting, you promise to let me know?" Brick requested seriously.

"Y-yes," Blossom retorted. She smiled, her eyes lit up with love. Her fingers wrapped themselves with Brick's ginger locks, bringing him in a tender kiss. "I want this, Brick. I want you."

With that said, Brick shoved his length into Blossom's opening. A painful scream arose from her mouth, and she couldn't help but picture a sharp, hot knife stabbing into her. Brick immediately began to withdraw, but he was stopped by Blossom.

"No, don't. Please? Keep going," Blossom asked. She could see that fear that was held in Brick's expression. He did not want to hurt her and that was reason enough for Blossom that he had every right to. As lovers. And, this was the perfect way for them. She wrapped her legs around his ass, thrusting her hips upward so that he slid into her again. Another scream. And, again. Her cries of pain were quickly replaced with those of pleasure, allowing Brick to enjoy this again.

Blossom felt her walls clench down him. He grinned down at her. "You are so tight, Blossom. Are you trying to drive me insane?"

"Always," was her response and it was all she could manage to say as Brick suddenly sped up the process. He started going faster and harder.

"Say my name," he whispered gently. "Tell me who you want to make you come."

"Brick," she barely said.

"Louder."

"What? Sorry, couldn't hear that, love. Speak up," Brick's voice became louder and meaner.

"Brick!" Blossom exclaimed. "BrickBrickBrick!"

"That's my girl," he smirked.

"Mmm… Oh, yes! Brick!" She screamed, taking much pleasure in the way they reached their climaxes together. "Ah, Brick."

Brick collapsed on top of the bed, right by her side. They shared one chaste kiss, before speaking again.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I'm sorry for shouting at you like that. I just got a little-"

"Yes, I'm fine. No. It's only hurt at first, Brick. Sheesh. Calm down. And as for the shouting, it's a turn-on. Do not be a shamed. I have no reason to complain," Blossom replied, smiling brilliantly at her lover.

"I love you." Actually, there wasn't a strong enough word in the dictionary that would ever come close to how much he wanted Blossom forever. But those three words would have to be enough for now.

She lifted up her left hand to him, reminding him of the rings the identical rings they now wore. He kissed her hand softly. Blossom giggled. "I love you, too, Brick."

"So…"

"So?"

"Wanna give it another go?"

Blossom nodded eagerly; her and Brick breaking out in fits of laughter.