A/N: I'm a Buttercup and Butch fan, but Buttercup and Ace seems like a cute couple to a point. This fan-fiction is for both. BOTH. *cough* cough* Okay, Ace is awesome and stuff but Butch is hard to resist. Enjoy!

Ace= First-rate, World-class, Excellent

Butch= Masculine, Tough, Strapping


The Butch Ace Plan


Buttercup waited patiently for both her sisters to fall asleep. It didn't take long- thirty minutes. It wasn't that long for the green puff, knowing that she would be out all night having fun with a certain someone.

She flew out of bed in a flash and quickly changed into a short pair of shorts and a tube top that revealed her stomach along with the tattoo of a green flower with vines around her navel. She grabbed a body glitter bottle that Blossom had and covered herself in it. Applied black eyeliner and a dapped a bit of green eye shadow before covering her lips with pink gloss. She gave herself a look over in the bathroom mirror before flying out her bedroom window and slipping into her knee length black boots along the way.

He was waiting for her a block down from her house. His jet black hair billowed gently in the night breeze as he sat on his motorcycle, awaiting her arrival. She was a bit late, but he hoped she would show up.

Buttercup landed next to him. She kissed him on the cheek and climbed to the back of the bike. She wrapped her arms around his upper torso and grabbed onto his build body. He was taller than her even as they were sitting. She pressed her body against his. Neither wore a helmet. They didn't need one.

"Ready, Buttercup." His voice was husky.

"Never been unprepared, just yet." Buttercup felt the motorcycle come to life.

Ace raced away at an incredible speed within seconds. They could reach the rave faster had she flown there, but she liked being pressed up against him and feeling the thrill of not knowing where he would take her next.

Ace wore his dark sunglasses as he zoomed by on the streets of Townsville. He wore a black leather jacket and a thin cotton tank top underneath. He didn't wear his brown jeans anymore. Instead he now wore dark blue torn jeans. The cold chilly wind didn't bother him, Buttercup's hands kept him warm. Her hands were beautiful, but scarred up from all her battles. This didn't bother him. He liked stroking her rough hands.

Buttercup stared up at him from behind. She kept watching his green skin glimmer in the dark night lights as he kept taking her into the unknown. A smile played on her soft lips. He was like magic to her.

She closed her eyes and listened to his steady heartbeat. Her hands began to trace over his muscles over his chest and abdomen as he kept driving. His heartbeat never changed, but then neither did her own. She liked that. She liked that he was so calm and suave.

"We're here, Buttercup." Ace killed the engine and got off the motorcycle as Buttercup hovered off staring at the place. Music blared and lights flashed inside the building. "This is even louder than the last place."

"Wait till we get inside." Ace walked towards the building and Buttercup flew right next to him before walking besides him.

The music boomed inside Buttercup and she smiled wildly. Ace was already on the dance floor motioning her over. Buttercup was next to him in seconds with her feet on the ground dancing close to him. Drinks followed and lights danced in her eyes, but she never let Ace out of her sight for long. She was high on adrenaline and nothing was bringing her down. She didn't care if anyone recognized her as one of the power puff girls, didn't care if they found out that she was dating Ace behind everyone's back- again.

Buttercup got off the motorcycle reluctantly and kissed him as soon as he turned to look at her. His lips tasted bitter from the cigar and beer he had been drinking, but she didn't care as she bit down on them. She ended up on his lap and after a few minutes she pulled away and laughed wildly. "That was fun. No, all of these nights have been fun." She pressed her forehead to his, "You're awesome, Ace."

"No, you're the one who makes it great, Buttercup." He winked at her as he lowered his sunglasses.

"I better get back, sun rises soon." Buttercup smiled smoothly.

"Still got to sleep some, right", Ace removed his hands from her small waist.

"Right," Buttercup flew off without another word and found her sisters still asleep in bed.

Buttercup woke up hours later and took a long cold shower to get rid of the drowsiness. Blossom and Bubbles were up and about already. It was Saturday and Buttercup had slept in.

"Buttercup, you don't seem to be getting enough sleep. Do you want me to make you something to help with that?" The Professor stared at his daughter worried.

"I'm fine, thanks Professor." Buttercup rubbed her eyes.

Bubbles jumped on the Professor, "Ahh! Boomer asked me out! What do I do Professor? Should I say yes? Or should I tell him to go away cause he's a Meany."

The Professor laughed at the eighteen year old blond, "Say yes, Bubbles. You can keep him out of trouble, for the night."

"Kay!" Bubbles flew off in a baby blue flash.

Buttercup grabbed the Professor's white coat and handed it to her father, "Maybe, some energy pills that don't have the risk of giving me a heart attack?"

"I'll try and whip them up as soon as possible." He seemed happier that Buttercup had asked something from him.

Blossom was on the couch reading a book with Dexter. "You're with that dork again? "Buttercup rolled her eyes as both of them glared.

"What? You wear glasses, gloves, and have a weird voice." Buttercup seemed unaware of the death glare from Blossom.

Dexter seemed unaffected by her words, "I understand, but I am a genius and inventor such as your father."

"Whatever." Buttercup was gone.

Blossom threw the book across the living room, "Buttercup!"

Buttercup lay on the roof of the house and lulled off to sleep.

Nightfall fell again and Buttercup slipped out the window again.

He was waiting for her again. She held on to him again, but this time she was surprised to find him driving up to an apartment complex building.

"Why are we here?" Buttercup got off the bike.

"Wanted to show you my new pad, Buttercup." Ace ran a hand through his jet black hair.

"Wow, you can afford this now?" Buttercup looked up at the building, it looked fancy.

"Yeah."

Buttercup eyed him, "You didn't steal, did you, Ace?"

He held his hands slightly up, "No way. I worked for this."

"Are the rest of your friends up there?" Buttercup wondered if they were having a party.

"Naw, they went out for the night. Said, they wouldn't be back till noon tomorrow." Ace began walking towards the apartment complex with his hands in his pockets.

"Where are they staying?" Buttercup followed behind.

"Beats me, Buttercup. Beats me." He took out a card and opened the side door of the building.

Buttercup let Ace give her a tour of the place and they ended up on the couch in the Salon area.

"Wow, Ace. This place is awesome. No, really. A party here would be off the rails." Buttercup felt his lips on her neck. She looked down at him as he continued to lead a trail of light kisses against her shoulder blade. Buttercup hadn't expected this. She only kissed him when they greeted each other and as a goodbye thing, but she didn't mind much or she supposed.

Soon he had her on her back with him on top of her. She ran her hands through his jet black hair and moaned against his skin. He wasn't wearing a shirt anymore and she didn't want her own on anymore either.

The room had risen a few degrees. Buttercup ran her hands down his bare back and dug her nails into his skin as he continued to touch her. That was until the moment was broken when Butch shattered through the window. He didn't even acknowledge them as he cursed, "Up your small ass, BITCH!" Butch them mumbled to himself, "Stupid, Brick." He dusted off the glass from his shirt and turned to find Buttercup glaring at him. Ace was picking up his sunglasses off the ground.

"Oh shit! Buttercup was fucking with the green alien."

Buttercup turned red out of anger, "You're the one to talk trash, when you were made out of shit. Literally, you were born out of a prison toilet."

Butch glowered at her, "Shut up, slut face!"

Buttercup stood up unaware that her shirt was half off. "Look, I ain't a slut, and get the fuck out of my face."

Ace watched from the sidelines. He was entertained.

"You're the one to talk. Your little boyfriend there is green from looking at your ugly body for so long."

Buttercup rushed towards him, her hands fisted. Butch easily dodged or caught them with his hands.

"How old is he? Thirty by now, I suppose." Butch smirked. "You like them old I guess."

He snickered as Ace seemed agitated by the comment.

"So, what if he is thirty? I couldn't care less." Buttercup moved forward to punch his face.

Butch kissed Buttercup on the cheek as he dodged one of her attacks.

She stood shocked and Butch laughed in joy, "See that, Ace. I just have to give her a simple kiss to have her under me."

Ace lifted a brow, but didn't comment as he watched Buttercup regain her footing.

"What did you just say?" Buttercup was in her fighting stance again.

"You know it's true, good stuff." Butch smirked.

Ace watched them fight for a while before he frowned when Butch landed a kiss on Buttercup's lips and then several on her face. With every kiss she seemed to slow down.

'Looks like this kid likes the babe. I better scram, before that menace decides to pick a fight with me. No way am I messing with someone like him.'

Ace shrugged on his jacket after pulling on his shirt and started to head out the door.

"Looks like, your boyfriend is ditching you." Butch motioned over to Ace.

Buttercup turned to look in the same direction, "Where are you going, Ace?"

Ace turned around smiling nervously, "Just going to get a drink while you wrap up things here, Buttercup."

Butch laughed loudly, "Leaving the dirty work to the woman, are we?"

Buttercup turned back to Butch, "Leave, Butch."

Butch lost his smirk, "What, so you can continue making out with this geezer and maybe even let him screw you over? No, I'd rather stay and make you submit to me."

Buttercup gritted her teeth, "I'd rather kick your ass out of here."

Butch motioned her over with a finger, "Come and get this ace of a butch, baby."

Buttercup managed to punch Butch out through another glass window and onto the balcony. He managed to dodge her oncoming kick afterward.

"First, you're not first-rate and secondly, you may be tough but that doesn't mean I can't kick your ass because I'm a butch myself."

Buttercup rammed her fist onto his chin and whipped sweat off her brow, "What do you think about that?"

Butch held his jaw, "Good stuff you have there. To think you're doing this all for that jerk that left."

Buttercup turned around and found Ace gone. She used her x-ray vision and found him in the elevator. Her shoulders slumped. Was he upset with her for breaking the window? She had tried really hard not to damage anything in his apartment.

Butch walked over to the depressed Buttercup and wrapped his muscular arms around her shoulders and pressed his lips to her ear, "Told you I was better."

Buttercup glanced at him out of the corner of her emerald eyes, "He'll be back."

Butch smirked and shook his head slowly, "No, he won't. Not until tomorrow, anyway."

Buttercup stared at the couch through the broken windows, "He'll come back for me."

Butch brushed her raven black hair behind her ear and rested his chin in her shoulder, "You have such beautiful eyes. Your arms are so firm and even though you act tough…" He let his voice trail off as he ran his hands down her bare arms.

He held on to her wrists, "Just keep letting him run off, Buttercup. He's only keeping you back. Making you act all pathetic like."

Butch felt her tremble once. Out of anger or sadness he wasn't sure, but Butch wasn't one to care.

"Hey, you know that battle lust I have when you or your sisters are around?"

Buttercup ignored him. She was watching Ace exiting the building below them with her vision.

Butch ripped Buttercup's shirt off completely and turned her around to face him. She glared at him, but Butch simply smirked, flashing his teeth.

"I also have this lust to invade your privacy."

He grabbed the back of her head and tangled his fingers in her hair before crushing his lips against Buttercup's.

Buttercup noticed that his lips weren't bitter of cigar or liquor, but slick and spicy with caramel. Butch must have been eating something spicy-sweet before.

She found herself moaning into the kiss and tangling her own fingers into his spiky dark black hair.

'Fuck, Ace. This is what I call adrenaline.'


AN: Just so there is no confusion about what Butch meant when he said:

Butch motioned her over with a finger, "Come and get this ace of a butch, baby."

I was just refering to the meaning of Ace's and Butch's names, which I placed at the begining of the chapter in the AN. Buttercup also used the definitions instead of the actual words that Butch used.

In other words Butch was just saying:

"Come and get this World-class of masculine, baby."

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