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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
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Chapter List
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Part Five
Bellum's POV
I never thought I'd have seen such a sight: this precious babe having fallen fast asleep after her first orgasm. With her bundles of black locks splaying across my silken covers and her soft, supple form doused with sweat laying so defenceless and yet still, somewhat, dignified,, she is picturesque. I envelope her body with more of the sheets, letting her rest and I head for the bathroom to freshen up.
A bizarre aura of fulfilment rests upon me, shines out, as I clean my face with some cold water. I look to myself in the mirror. I cannot shake the fears of what may come in the future from me, but I have learned perhaps with this instance, with this girl, there may be some chance of true happiness for once.
I don't feel I've forced her into anything, which is why I feel some sense of relief, but I think it'll be quite some time for me to accept myself and forgive myself for what I had done. I had deflowered this girl, taken her first, yet she was open and willing to present that to me.
Drying myself off, leaving the bathroom, I smile with a gleaming contentedness, seeing her tiny form resting upon the bed. I'd have to wake her soon, so that her family wouldn't get so suspicious about her prolonged absence so late at night. The clock chimes 2:30AM. I should be exhausted, but my body still is ignited by this after-sex adrenaline. I wrap myself in my gown and take to the lounge, going to finally read that letter, so as to ease my mind to a more sleep suitable state.
I sit down and finally press the seal up from it's resting place, having not been closed with a lick of the fold, but had been simply tucked under for easy opening. As I open it up, it was more of a rendered heart spilling than I had previously anticipated.
Dear Ms. Bellum.
I cannot express how scared I am in all of this, for this is something that has been on my mind for some time that I tried my damnedest not to face. Even now, there is this lousy pile of 'attempts' resting at my side, because I cannot bring the correct or most necessary words to the table. I'm not as pitch perfect as Blossom, nor will I ever be, but I figured I'd try to just get my point across so you can decide for yourself in the end what you think is best for me in this situation.
Already, the letter is rather surprising in it's blatant delivery, but seeing as Buttercup was one to be rather raw and, sometimes, unfocused with her emotions, it was to be expected. However, it hurts to see how much she has agonised over this.
Anyway, I will get to the point. For sometime, I don't know since when, I can't stop thinking about you. It's hard to peel my eyes away from you when I have the opportunity to see you face to face. An angel is pretty cliché, so I'll go with goddess, despite how much I hate myself for how I'm sounding, I'll just keep going. I know you must get it a lot, but your beauty quite literally stuns me. I'm always in awe of you. At first, when I started having these feelings, I figured it was because of some motherly affectation, as you know, me and my sisters had never had one. I figured it was because of your morality and guidance that lead me to believe that. But, the more I thought about it, I didn't look at you as some role model at all, but as someone who I wanted for myself.
It was understandable. Although I figure there must have been more female adult influences in her life to properly suit the 'motherly' role, I clearly have underestimated, and her confession is a little shocking.
I don't think I've ever told you how difficult it is for me to say 'sorry', especially to Bubbles when I've been picking on her, so I don't think I can emphasize how excruciating it is for me to tell you... I love you.
There I said it. But, I know it's not enough to write it and show you... I just wished I could muster the courage to say it out loud. I can take out bad guys lurking in the alleyways, I bring down monsters several stories high, but can't tell a woman I'm in love with her. What's the matter with me?
My eyes widen at the words, those three words, and I see how the writing in that part is a bit more squiggly and harsh than the rest of the writing. Did it really pain her that much to write it?
So, as some dumb kid who has had hopes and dreams crushed dozens of times before, with hopes in the wrong people and desiring things for the wrong reasons, I'm not expecting some fairytale ending in all of this. I even admit I'm expecting you to laugh at me and be disgusted with this letter and all that I'm saying. It's not like I have much hope anymore, so forgive me if my expectations are kinda dim.
I rub my eyes a little, seeing that that some blurring in my vision is preventing me from properly reading, and I swallow this uncomfortable lump in my throat.
So, I've said it. My job is done. All I'm waiting for now is some confirmation that these feelings are a phase and one day, some how, you will leave my conscious and I will be free from these feelings that have had me chained down, like I've been thrown into the ocean and left to drown and be submerged in darkness.
In my head, I've dealt with foolish ideas of us somehow being together. With what the Professor has said recently, he doesn't see us as having any form of mortality, concluding that age and time has been kinda rendered obsolete and meaningless to me and my sisters. I don't want the people I love to die. I don't wanna exist forever and watch all that I've ever known fade away before my eyes and leave me all alone in the world. That tears me apart. So, I had the idea that if were together, again a foolish idea, I figured on your deathbed, I'd somehow make it my own too and just curl up next to you and fall asleep forever.
It's not all as dismal as that. I've had dreams of you and I holding one another, in times of need and kissing. I've always wanted to kiss you. I've wanted you to kiss me and touch me. I wanted you to say my name, say you love me and that I'm yours alone and forever.
Now I've poured my heart out, I guess I'll end it here, seeing as I'm just rambling on and on. Forgive me. Maybe this is just a sickness and you can help me see that.
Yours, and only yours,
Buttercup Utonium.
I read it all, again and again, and I can't stop the flow of tears falling from my face, as I weep silently.
Making myself some herbal tea, I slowly wonder back to the bedroom and gaze upon her resting, reluctantly going to shake her slightly, bringing her back into the waking world.
“Baby, it's late. You should go home before your family suspects something” I tell her quietly, smiling as she winces a little and sits up to rub her eyes, groggy.
When everything is brought into focus for her, she stares behind me towards the coffee table where the letter lay, opened up still. She freezes a little, clutching the sheeting then quickly looks to me, readily. There's fear in her eyes immediately. I reach for her and bring her in for a cuddle. The feeling of our skin, our bodies, pressed together, feels so right. My heart aches, just remembering her words in the letter.
“M-M.s Bellum....” she croaks, more from tiredness than fear.
“I want to hear you say it” I say sweetly, my fingers running through her hair. “Please...”
She shivers, and I knead her little frame to calm her. She finally whispers “I love you”.
I smile, her cute voice has latched onto my heartstrings “Again”
“I love you” she whimpers, shuddered breaths of relief escaping her.
“More” I say, wanting her to let go of what has pained her.
“I love you... I love you!” she cries, holding me tight. I smile, cupping her and holding her to me as I sit down on the bed.
“I love you too, Baby girl. My girl and mine alone”
End of Part Five
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