...e to each other. Their old leader, their sister... Blossom was far from their thoughts. Bubbles and Buttercup looked each other in the eyes. They were honest with each other.
Blossom couldn't look Mojo in the eyes back then. She didn't want to be honest.
She didn't know where she stood anymore, she found herself opening his bedroom door, floating inside, leaving a trail of clothing. She hesitated to descend at the foot of his bed, an arm across her chest, still holding on to a shred of modesty.
The megalomaniac stirred under her weight. His eyes moved over, her then his head fell back on the pillow. A minute passed and he shot up, expecting her to overthrow him, and soon that expectation was shot from his thoughts, when he looked her up and down.
Blossom half-smiled at the attention she had denied enjoying for what felt like forever and slowly approached him. Her breasts swayed with her languorous movements. She pulled down the covers and unbuttoned the pajama top separating them, her mouth on his. She felt his baffled open mouth turn upward and twist. He laughed in his throat. It was only a matter of time, he thought to himself. His gloating was interrupted by her nipples kissing his bare chest, thunder...