...aring the dress from the party, not wanting to take the chance of Mojo finding her naked again. An hour passed and she couldn't take just lying there, waiting for sleep or worse. She zipped out of the observatory and headed to her previous home. Her mind blanked during the trip and she was surprised to be staring through her sister's bedroom window already.
She hadn't spoken to her sisters in years, not counting the quips in battle. She was unwillingly pit against them but she had visited them from time to time, indirectly, watching them sleep for hours when she couldn't.
She raised a brow curiously, seeing movement beneath the covers. Bubbles wiggled out of the covers, her naked body flushed. One of her pigtails was undone, the hair tie lying on the corner of the bed along with her and Buttercup's matching nightgowns. The black-haired girl peered from under the covers and snatched the other girl. In an instant, she pinned the blonde who tore into a fit of giggles. Buttercup hushed the gales of laughter with a kiss then slid her lips down her body, pausing at the crevice between her pale thighs. The black-haired girl lowered her head. Bubbles threw her head back.
Blossom gaped, covering her open mouth. She suddenly felt sick. The scene eerily resembled her first time with Mojo. Or maybe she was imagining it that way. She hoped she was imagining what she saw entirely, that she had reall...