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A Night with Ms.Bellum	By : Honey-on-toast Category: +M through R > PowerPuff Girls Views: 5464 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own The PowerPuff Girls show or it's characters. This work is purely fan work and no money is made from this at all.

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Part Two
Buttercup's POV
I had been made to dress myself in the laundry room. I still don't understand what it is I did wrong. I hate it when people are so vague or try to cover up what they're thinking. Then they get mad at me for not reacting appropriately to their emotions. Maybe I am just a dummy, but a lot of people don't exactly put forward the effort to explain things, so I'm just left in the dark. Looking at things like that, maybe this entire ordeal really was just a mistake. If I'm barely able to understand others, how's she going to understand me?
Pulling up my newly dried dress (aaah, so toasty!), I opened the door and made my way across to the lounge. Seeing that envelope on the coffee table, I fumbled with my inner voices. Perhaps I should go now, just leave it here, then at least I don't have to deal with the pain of expected rejection. Maybe I should just leave it for another day, maybe when I'm older and understand myself a tad better or... maybe I should just get rid of it, zap my raw feelings into a cloud of ash and watch them blow away.
That heavy cloud of misery hangs above my head and I know the answer is pretty clear, at least to me. However, when I'm about to take the letter, I hear a voice beckoning me from the secretary's bedroom.
"Baby girl?"
Since when had she taken to calling me that? The title of endearment, spoken so softly, sweetly, garners my attention and I fly over to the bedroom door, leaving the letter on the table.
"T-thanks for everything, Ms. Bellum. I guess I'll go" I say dimly, trying to hide an eating sadness.
No responce.
"I don't wanna get in the way, seeing how late it is. I guess I didn't figure how long you'd be working at the Mayor's office"
Still nothing. The lack of acknowledgement or a simple 'OK' doesn't suffice and I start to lose my temper. Before I wrack the nerve to kick her door in to demand a reply, she finally lures me in “It's no trouble at all. Why don't you come in?”
Feeling a slight reluctance to open the door suddenly, especially having previously desiring to kick it down, I turn the door knob and let the frame swing open slowly. Stepping in, closing it behind me, It's not until I've assured her and myself privacy that I realise the position she's taken and my pupils shrink in their pools of wide white.
Kneeling, crouching, she gives me a generous amount of time to register her nudity. My heart lodges in my throat and I'm rooted to the ground in adoration of her slender and voluptuous figure. Her enormous breasts jiggle teasingly at me. My realisation and rise of embarrassment comes not from the rudeness of my intrusion or the fact I was beholding Townsville's most beautiful woman in her most vulnerable state, but from my own reaction; I swallow more than I should, a confusing increase of saliva, like I'm some dog salivating over a piece of meat.
“That's better” she says. My god, her voice is delivered so confidently and makes my ears blaze. Everything about it makes me feel like I'm being wrapped in a snug blanket. “A hot bath can do wonders, don't you agree?”
She appears to be amused, cocking a brow, at my bewilderment, and I struggle for words, averting my eyes down to the floor. “W-well, I do feel better now... a lot... warmer... thanks”
“The pleasure is mine”
She leans forward, practically over me, on her hands and knees now, and I can't help but gaze quickly at her tits that squeeze a tad, under the position held by this absolute goddess. “I want my guest to feel right at home after all”. Her eyes are tantalising, and I'm beginning to fall drunk to each word that falls from those lush lips.
“I'm s-sorry” I start, directing my eyes away forcefully again, feeling the heat from her naked body reach for me, like the creeping searing when one opens an oven door. “About the bath... I-I didn't mean to weird you out. I just wanted to be nice and do the same as you did for me... m-make you feel good...” I catch myself and feel like a creep. I'm disgusting. She's disgusted, right? Why did I say that?? “No... that's not what I mean... I...”
She leans closer, moving to lay on her tummy, propping herself up with an elbow, flicking back her hair a tad. Those balloon-like accessories on her chest stare at me. Is she teasing me?
“Make me feel good, hmm?” the secretary quieries, her silky tone igniting a strong feeling inbetween my legs, like that sponge had done so before. I'm starting to panic. She doesn't seem like herself right now. I'm tongue-tied and fall silent, feeling defeated, pushed into a corner. My ego cowers and crumbles and all she's doing is looking at me,.. speaking to me.
“Hey” she pries quietly, reaching to stroke my hair. I'm terrified. It feels like she's picking on me. My chest prickles with a nasty sensation. Is this heartbreak? Why does it feel like I'm being toyed with?
She repeats herself, but it's instead delivered with genuine concern, as she tries to turn me to face her “Heeey”. I'm crying. I'm so pathetic. I feel her scoop me into her arms and my body shudders with an overwhelming paralysis of so many emotions, so many things I don't understand. “It's okay”
“No it isn't” I squeak, shaking my head. I feel so helpless.
“Buttercup...”
“I-I shouldn't be feeling like this... I don't want to feel like this...” I stutter, words I don't want to say, what I don't want her to hear.
She pets me, strokes my hair to comfort me and she tucks her legs behind her, kneeling again, holding me close. I'm expecting any moment to be thrown back out in the rain, to be discarded. I don't want to feel alone anymore.
When my tears seize, I sniffle and she pulls me away a tad, holding me, to smile at me. I want to smile back, I try to, but can't. Feeling that doubt ring inside me, I bow my head. She tilts my head up, with a curled finger and I blush intensely, our faces inches apart. Her brows lower, but she doesn't frown, rather her expression is serious, determined.
“You can't always help how you feel, Buttercup” she informs me.
I give in, throwing my cards on the table.
I grab her face and kiss her. She gasps against my lips, but I don't stop. I'm blushing like crazy, my face practically cooking from our intimate contact. I've always wanted to know how her lips feel. They're so full and lush, almost like a shiny red apple begging for a bite to be taken out of. I nip her bottom lip gently, testingly and she gasps again, but is beginning to reciprocate. My groin is on fire, as her voice escapes in long moans and tender purrs. I shiver, feeling her fingers run through my raven locks, kneading me like a little kitten. Her giant bundles of red curtain around me and I feel so warm, so safe and happy. Our kissing becomes more passionate and I whimper, eyes widening in shock as she licks my lips and pursues to venture into my mouth with her oral muscle. She tastes the confectionary hidden with the details of my mouth and samples my cute, excited vocals as she proceeds to lick and nip me, producing amused and calming chuckles as she did so.
Getting a chance to breath, she slowly lifts my dress and wraps her lips around one of my nipples, pinching the other slightly and I can't contain the stupid noises I keep making. I'm so embarrassed having her see me and play with me like this and yet, I'm feeling so good. Kissing my belly, it looks as if she's moving lower and I tremble and whine, crossing my legs tightly from the intense heat that's practically melting my nether regions.
“Baby?” she pauses, looking to me in question, worried.
“I... it feels hot... down there” I lamely explain, causing her eyes to sparkle with emmense joy.
“Hot? Is it uncomfortable?”
“I'm... scared” I admit.
“Don't be”
She presses her lips to mine again and, as she does so, deepening our kiss, I feel another sensation. One that is familiar, annoying, in that it's irritating it's had to interrupt us. I look up and out the window and my thoughts are confirmed, with a series of colourful hearts in the sky.
“Bellum...” I breathed, tapping her shoulder.
She pulls away and looks to where im pointing. She sighs with frustration, clutching me tightly. I feel limp and like butter in her palms, tingling with arousal all over. I have no idea what she was doing to me, but I want more and I want her to finish. We look to each other, panting furiously. Gulping, I fix my dress and brush myself off and she lowers me down. I can see in her eyes, she doesn't want me to go. I don't want to go either. But, I must. Without another word, I took off, to quickly resolve whatever conflict that was beckoning me throughout the night.
End of Part Two
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