No own Powerpuff Girls, so sad.
He Won't
He won't tell me he loves me, but then again why would he?
He's a Rowdyruff, a tough guy, a bad guy. Bad boys don't fall in love and they don't confess feelings for a girl. Maybe I had been stupid falling for his smirk. I was kidding myself that his kisses and rough caresses could mean more than just wanting naughty things from me.
I blush at the thought. I couldn't be so crude like Buttercup or even technical like Blossom when it came to talking about intimate things like making love. Even to describe it like that made me squirm. I am Bubbles afterall. Innocent little Bubbles.
Innocent little Sugar…
That's what Butch says to me when he hunts me down. But only when he wants something from me, though... Not that I'd say no. Not when his jade orbs find my sapphire ones. Not when he brushes the back of his hand against my chin or lifts my face with his thumb. This is all one bad joke. A fun way to laugh at my expense.
I got to score with a Powerpuff Girl! It was so easy. Ha!
That's what I imagine him telling his brothers and anyone else who will listen, but what can I do? I crave not only his touch, but his eyes on me. Any attention really.
I open my eyes. He's sitting on my bed beside me. Butch snuffs out the cigarette he was smoking and gives me a sideways grin. He reaches for his shirt to pull it above his head. I can't help myself. I reach for him, touching his taut muscles.
He moves to lean his body over mine. I meet his lips as I try to hold him to me with my arms. I love it when he shows up out of nowhere. I love him.
I really am a fool.
Hours pass. Butch gets up as the sun comes up, effortlessly putting on his clothes. I usually just watch him go, but this time I can't help myself.
"Can't you stay?"
He laughs. He's expected this I know. It's because I'm Bubbles that it's so predictable.
I can't keep the tears from leaking down my cheeks as I sit up. Butch leans over me. I close my eyes as he wipes away my biggest sign of weakness. I clutch his shirt. I can't help the sob. "Don't go."
"Hey. None of that now Sugar."
"I'm sorry." I whisper.
"Shut up." He answers. He kisses me. It's almost forceful, like he's trying to make me forget about my feelings and my clinginess. I welcome the attention.
Because Butch will never tell me he loves me, but since he knows I love him he will try to make it easier on me. He'll play pretend just for me. To save my heart a little longer... To break it a little harder…
"I love you." I confess.
His answer is nothing new. "I know."
Butch crushes me to him harder. I slip into my daydreams where I can pretend it's because he needs me, because he can't be without me.
I hope we never stop this. Whatever this is.