I really couldn't wait to post this until I update all my other fics. I seriously am doing my best to write the other chapters but it's hard to jump from one plot to the other so I'm using this as a writer's block de-blocker.

That's right… I just made up a new excuse to ignore all my other fics :D

So this is completely alienated from "Yours" but not at the same time, they're tied together but you don't need to read "Yours" to get this one… I hope… Anyway, this was way longer than I had expected it to be so I hope it actually makes sense :)

Disclaimer: Nothing in this fan made fic belongs to me, that's why it's called FAN FICTION.

Enjoy!

Mine

I took another sip of my glass of red wine as the slow music played in the background. My younger sister had gotten married today, and I would actually be more excited about this if she hadn't gotten married to the one and only Boomer, the blond- and stupid- Rowdyruff Boy. I rolled my eyes at the picture-perfect scene where my sister and her new husband were looking at each other longingly while slow dancing to 'their' song. I didn't trust the guy. His brothers and he had been our mortal enemies since childhood, and for all I knew, this could be a scheme to finally get their revenge on us. Yes, I admit that maybe I'm being a paranoid psycho considering we're all adults now, but better to be safe than sorry.

I glanced around spotting my redheaded sister chatting away with her date, an old college buddy whom had brought a friend to keep me company as well. I got rid of the guy as soon as Blossom was out of my radar so she wouldn't complain to me about being mean to her date's friend. Even when she didn't express it verbally, Blossom had a way to complain by just looking at you, and that look was just as annoying as her know-it-all lectures.

She looked at me and her brow puckered probably wondering why I was alone and figuring what I had done a split second later. She shook her head at me disapprovingly and returned to her conversation with her date deciding that it would be a waste of time trying to get me to socialize with another male guest. I knew this because she had told me so several occasions before when she tried to pair me up with men of, to her point of view, etiquette.

I had actually become a dating train wreck after I discovered my high school sweetheart and two-year-long boyfriend Mitch had been cheating on me with the annoying Princess Morbucks. Bubbles didn't know this of course, which is why she invited her to her wedding with Boomer. That and Bubbles didn't want Princess to go in a tantrum and decide to literally crash her wedding... again. Blossom, on the other hand, had to deal with my emotional rollercoaster and was obviously annoyed when they came to the wedding together.

I had tried to ignore it by sipping the night away with red wine and vodka here and there but I was starting to feel tipsy and that was the least either one of my sisters needed. Especially the bride.

"It seems like you could use a time out of here," a deep voice I recognized right away said from behind me.

"What brought you to that conclusion, Sherlock?" I taunted turning around to face his devilish green eyes.

"It doesn't take a genius to figure it out," Butch shrugged off handedly sipping his own drink, "you have 'annoyed' written all over your face."

I chuckled, "I'm not a wedding person."

It was his time to chuckle, "One would think you don't like the groom," he quirked an eyebrow, "or his guests,"

"I despise all of his two guests," I joked smirking at him.

Butch only smirked back raising his glass, "Cheers to that,"

I let a small giggle escape my lips as my eyes trailed his figure sinking him in. His usually shaggy hair was slicked back and the black suit he was wearing framed his body in a very attractive way.

"The great Buttercup just checked me out," he flashed his signature smirk at me, "this day should go down in history."

"My cue that I need to stop drinking," I said feeling my brain turning to gelatin.

This time he laughed to then take another sip to his drink. After my fifth drink I came to the realization that Butch wasn't such a bad companion. This had been my most entertaining conversation of the night, so now you can imagine how bored out of my mind I was.

I had to give Boomer props for only inviting his brothers to his wedding. I mean, it sure would've been awkward to have Townsville's villains in the same room with the three girls that beat them up and sent them to jail. Bubbles also liked that because it meant more space for her for guests to invite, but it made her unhappy to see Boomer with no other guests to socialize with than his brothers without making the conversation somewhat awkward.

"On the other hand, a couple more drinks and maybe you'll accept a dance with me," he said quirking his eyebrow expectantly.

"I..." my eyes drifted to the dance floor when I saw Princess and Mitch slow dancing to what used to be our song.

I bit my lip trying to fight back the need to cuss them off right then and there. I glanced at Blossom who rolled her eyes at me, but I didn't know if it was because of Mitch and Princess dancing or because of the fact that Butch was so close to me. I decided to stick with the supportive eye-rolling than with the disapproving, the last thing I needed right now was a lecture of who I should be accompanied with when Mitch was dancing with Princess.

I glanced back at the seemingly loving couple to see them share a "passionate" kiss that seemed to be in sync with the music. I felt my heart sink to my stomach and looked away feeling tears forming behind my eyes. Biting my lip again, I finished the rest of my red wine in one gulp. It annoyed me to my very core that he would have the nerve to come to my sister's wedding and pull off this stunt. How he could do that to me? I had been his childhood friend, his first girlfriend, his first time, and then he goes and betrays me like that for some rich bitch when he gets the chance. What angered me the most was that he still had the nerve to pin it on me saying that I wasn't the same girl he had fallen in love with.

I looked up to realize that Butch was still standing in front of me. I felt my cheeks burning in embarrassment at the fact that he had to see me so... vulnerable. His eyes had darkened, his brow had puckered and his gallant smirk had been replaced by a thin line; he seemed disappointed. I looked down at my empty glass cussing at myself for looking so weak in front of anyone. As a matter of fact, anyone that had been watching would've noticed what was going on.

I was the lame bitter dumped girlfriend.

I frowned at that thought. No, I wasn't a lame bitter dumped girlfriend. I was Buttercup Utonium, the toughest fighter of the Powerpuff Girls and not some lame girl that got cheated on and all she did about it was sink in a corner and cry.

"Let's go dancing," I said grabbing Butch's hand and pulling with along with me.

"The dance floor is that way," he said probably pointing behind him as I lead the way out of the venue.

"I don't want to dance here," I said frowning. I wasn't going to give anyone a show and I was definitely not going to lower myself and play that game either. "In case you haven't noticed, every single song they have played at that wedding seems to be for older people, I want to dance to something from this generation."

He chuckled but didn't complain, or at least I didn't care to pay any attention to any of his protests, if any. The valet brought my car and handed me the keys studying Butch suspiciously. I rolled my eyes and got in the driver's seat of my black sports car waiting for Butch to get in.

He quirked an eyebrow "Who would've thought you could drive?"

"Did you really think I would just fly and flash everyone?" I raised an eyebrow stepping on the gas taking the main street to one of my favorite dance clubs.

"I would've appreciated that," he winked flashing his signature smile at me.

"Excuse me, how many drinks have you had tonight?"

"Enough to make your sister's guests bearable," he answered chuckling.

I knew Butch was making a big effort to not fall for taunts and provocations from the guests to not ruin his brother's wedding. Maybe the same kind of effort I was making to not go back to the wedding and punch Mitch in the gut.

"So where are we going?" he asked when I got in the freeway that lead to Megaville.

"To The Limit," I said smiling.

The Limit had to be my favorite most personal dance club in the world. No one, not even Mitch, knew I loved to go dancing there. I wouldn't have taken Butch either but it was the only club that made me feel better and that had no memories of Mitch in it. When Mitch and I were dating I wanted to be a great girlfriend and share everything with him, and I did. I showed him the best clubs in Townsville and got him VIP entrances in every single one of them, regardless of our age. Then I found out he had been taking Princess to those places as well, and that's when I stopped to going to clubs. I would only go to The Limit every once in a while, only when I was bored out of my mind, and tonight I was extremely bored out of my mind.

"What's up between you and Princess's date?" he asked out of nowhere taking me out of my thoughts.

My grip on the wheel tightened as my brow puckered into a deep glare getting off the freeway, "Why do you care?"

"I don't," he shrugged offhandedly, "it just took me off guard to see you so beat by just glancing at two people kissing, and unless you're on a lesbian quest for Princess, I assumed it was about her date."

"Mitch," I growled without really wanting to, "his name is Mitch, and he's my ex."

I felt his eyes on me as I gave the last turn and parked in front of the club. I turned off the engine grabbing my purse and re-doing my makeup just applying lip-gloss and black eyeliner. I heard him chuckle and looked at him frowning expecting him to make a comment but he only laughed and shook his head. I looked at the shiny neon sign through the rear view mirror and saw him smirk at the long line of people waiting to get in.

"So… what's the plan?" he asked quirking an eyebrow.

"The plan is you get out of the car and wait for me for a second," I said more as an order than a request but he obliged and got out of the car.

I quickly moved to the back seat so I could hide behind the car seat as I unzipped my dress. My car had tinted windows but the windshield couldn't have any according to the law or something like that. I have flown my entire life so it was somewhat of a shocker for me to learn all the laws and regulations involved when driving.

Anyway, I grabbed a bag I had hidden under the driver's seat and pulled out a dress from it. I always brought back-up dresses to parties where someone else got to pick my dress for me (i.e. weddings). When the dresses were simply unbearable, an accident happened with food, drinks or anything that could stain, and I had to swap dresses. Bubbles knew I did this because she taught me to do it, that's why she had hidden all of my favorite dresses so I wouldn't pull this off on her. Apparently she thought knee high baby blue dresses were my thing.

Even though I had promised her I would try to stay on the bridesmaid dress for the entire event, there was no way I would stay in baby blue for more than a few hours. So I had decided to make some last minute shopping, and now I was putting on a strapless black mini dress, with a sweetheart cut that exposed some cleavage, a mesh covered cut out with one side decorated with elegant flowers and beaded accents adding some sparkle.

I zipped the dress on and undid my hairdo, which was one of those complicated curly buns that took forever to do and forever to undo, letting it completely down in somewhat messy curls. I looked at my reflection through the rear view mirror to make sure it wasn't a complete mess. I took off the silver heels Bubbles had made me wear and threw on black stilettos on. I'm not going to lie, I wasn't very comfortable exposing myself like that but I really needed to get in the club.

I checked myself for the last time and got out of the car to notice Butch throwing a cigarette on the ground and stomping it.

"Really? That's what you're going with?" he arched an eyebrow at me seeming incredulous that I would pull something like this.

"Not because I can beat guys up it doesn't mean I can't seduce them either," I shrugged innocently. "Besides, do you have a better plan?"

"You could always flash your PPG-Card," he smirked, and I would've done that if only the people from Megaville watched Townsville news, "and if that doesn't work I can always introduce myself for the first time in this club as a Rowdyruff,"

I gave Butch a warning glare to not try anything stupid and to my surprise, his tie, his vest and his blazer were off, and his shirt was untucked and the three top buttons were unbuttoned. I caught myself staring at his chest and looked away feeling the blush creeping up my cheeks. I had to admit Butch looked pretty attractive tonight and the fact that my brain was still somewhat the influence of red wine only made him look even more attractive.

"Second time you check me out tonight," he smirked, "This must be a very special night."

"Your brother got married a couple hours ago,"

He shrugged it off as if it was nothing, "It was bound to happen eventually, but you checking me out? Now that's an entirely different story."

I rolled my eyes at him and pointed at the bundle of clothes that were resting on the trunk, "Do you want to put those in the car?"

"Sure," he shrugged opening the back door, "should I take my shirt off too or will this little cleavage exposure get me in?"

I rolled my eyes and grabbed his arm leading the way to the main entrance of the club. We stood in front of a middle aged buff man in a black t-shirt holding a clipboard and crossing names out. To my wonderful delight, this man was Zach, I had saved his life once and apparently he took it to the heart and promised to let me in every time. He had always kept his promise, but it was too bad he only came Saturday nights. I got bored out of my mind weekdays too.

"Hey Zach, how's it going?" I said putting the nicest smile on my face.

"Ms. Buttercup! It's great to see you again!" he said stretching out his hand.

I shook it politely, "Seems like a busy night,"

"The Limit is never too busy for the lady who saved my life," he said stepping back making way for us to get in.

"Thank you, Zach," I said as kindly as I could and walked into the club with Butch right behind me.

"If you disrespect that young lady I'll personally, willfully and thoroughly beat you down," Zach said to Butch in a hushed mumble, probably thinking I couldn't hear him.

"I'll keep that in mind," he said probably, very most likely, smirking at poor Zach.

The music was blasting, hypnotizing each and every one of my senses. I looked back to notice Butch seemingly rather annoyed and I realized he was being recognized by some people who were quietly making their way out just in case he decided to go berserk. I grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowd to the VIP room. I'm not usually the kind of person who wants to be excluded from the crowd but I didn't want Butch to feel uncomfortable. I mean, Butch probably accepted to leave with me because he wanted to avoid those kinds of people and I had brought him to the same environment.

We got to the VIP entrance and Tony, another man whose life I had saved, opened the door for us giving Butch the same threat Zach had given him. I couldn't help but laugh as we got in the well lit room with white furniture and private bar. I had to say I loved the tinted windows and the sound proof walls.

"Nice place," Butch said throwing himself on a couch. "How did you save their lives?"

I shrugged grabbing an unopened bottle of vodka from the bar, "there was an armed robbery, they got shot and I took them to the hospital."

"Sounds like a regular Monday to me,"

"Right?" I laughed opening the bottle. "They may look mean on the outside, but they're actually pretty sweet on the inside."

"No kidding," he said probably remembering their threats.

I looked back at him and noticed him staring at me, his eyes travelling slowly down my body making my cheeks burn for the thousandth time tonight when his eyes rested on my legs. He looked up and looked away trying to hide the blush betraying him. For once I wasn't the one blushing.

"The great Butch just checked me out," I said mocking him from earlier, "this day should go down in history,"

"My cue that the alcohol is doing its job," He joked smirking.

"Jerk," I said gaping faking at him pretending to be offended.

"That's what I do," he flashed his sexy signature smirk for the thousandth time and I felt my heart melting.

I grabbed our drinks and walked back to him giving him his glass as I sat next to him in the long white leather couch. I had to admit, the time I had spent with Butch had been surprisingly fun and for as much as I hated it to admit it he wasn't as bad as I remembered him.

"They probably think we're the most boring people in the world," he said nodding to the people dancing on the other side of the tall tinted windows.

I followed his gaze and shrugged, "They can't see us."

"Really?" there was an air of mischief in his voice. "I thought VIP rooms were meant so people could show off how much more important they were compared to the rest."

I shrugged, "I'm enjoying the privacy,"

He chuckled, "You don't want to be seen with a Rowdyruff?"

"I don't want you to feel uncomfortable," I said looking down at my glass, "I mean, people can be… jerks… at times and I noticed the people leaving because you were here so…"

"It's nothing I'm not used to," he said with a smug smile, "and a nice benefit of it it's that I hardly have to wait in line for anything."

"So if we go out to the main bar you can get us drinks right away?" I asked arching an eyebrow at him. That's the only thing I hate about clubs, it takes forever to get a drink and seconds to drink it.

"If we were in Townsville, yeah," he shrugged and half-laughed, "I don't think your bodyguards knew who they were talking to when they decided to be the heroes of the night."

"Beauties of Megaville," I joked raising my glass in a cheer motion.

"Speaking of beauties," his deep emerald eyes darkened as his eyes traveled down my body again.

"Second time you check me out tonight," I cocked an eyebrow trying hard to not blush.

"Just thought I should even out the score," he said smirking, "maybe then I'll increase my chances of getting lucky tonight,"

I limited myself to just laugh as I stood up grabbing his hand and pulling him off the couch, "Let's see how you handle the dance floor, and then we'll talk about luck,"

He shook his head and followed me out of the VIP room and to the dance floor. I wrapped my arms around his neck and swayed my hips to the beat of the music. Butch seemed to be shocked at first but quickly began dancing with me. Hips swaying, music blasting, people dancing, this was my definition of fun. Not watching my sister getting married to a Rowdyruff but I'm not going to talk when one of them has his hands on my hips.

I looked up at Butch feeling dizzy from all the adrenaline running through my body, and we were just dancing. His hair was a shaggy mess again and his eyes shone with desire mimicking my own. My eyes wondered away from his to stare at his lips for what seemed an eternity and after he finally got the hint he pressed his lips against mine making my knees quiver. I ran my fingers through his shaggy hair and deepened the kiss when his tongue met mine in a battle for control. I bit his lip making him half-growl-half-grunt as his hand traveled down to my thigh. My face started burning in embarrassment remembering we were in a public place.

"We should probably go back to the venue," I said trying to catch my breath from that out-of-this-world-kiss.

"Or we could go to my place," He smirked not bothering to hide the need in his voice.

"Don't think you're going to get lucky just because I'm a little tipsy," I said more in control of myself than I had expected.

"We both know it takes more than that to get you drunk," he said huskily pressing his lips against my jawline.

I croaked a laugh trying to ignore the blush running down all the way down my neck, "I mean it,"

"I do to," he cupped my chin in his fingers looking at me in the eyes. "I want you to be mine."

I rolled my eyes, "You want every girl to be yours,"

"I don't want every girl," he said huskily nibbling at my ear, "I want the girl and that girl is you,"

"I think you've had one too many drinks," I tried my best to push him away and not take on his offer.

"Maybe," he captured my lips with his again melting my brain, "or maybe you just haven't had enough,"

"Let's go back to your brother's wedding," I said using every ounce of willpower pulling him out of the dance floor and to the parking lot.

We said goodbye and thank you to Tony and Zach whom repeated their threats to Butch adding they would track him down if he were to hurt me in any way. He smirked and shook both of their hands reassuring them he wasn't going to do anything to me, surprising them with his superhuman strength. I had to pat him to remind him breaking people's hands wasn't the nicest thing to do after they had given you full access to the VIP room and got back to my car.

"You have to let me drive this baby someday," Butch said looking getting on the passenger seat.

"Not even in my worst nightmares," I said turning the engine on and stepping on the gas.

"We'll see about that," he said as we got on the freeway to Townsville.

We got to the venue to be received by an angry Blossom, apparently we had missed the sibling dance and Brick and Blossom had to cover for us. Most of the guests were gone and the waiters were starting to take the dirty plates from the tables. Bubbles and Boomer had already left to their hotel room and, as a collective punishment decided by Blossom and Brick, Butch and I had to stay back and supervise the venue was left intact.

To my surprise, and annoyance, Butch was nowhere to be seen so I was left with the full responsibility, and punishment, on my own. I rolled my eyes, feeling angry to have to do supervise alone, but also somewhat happy he was gone, things had gotten a little awkward with that kiss and I was one kiss away from accepting his offer to go to his place.

When everything was finally clean, I got in the elevator and to the hotel room we had rented out for the night. Blossom knew I was planning to get wasted, mostly because I had told her so myself, and decided it wouldn't be safe for me to be driving with high alcohol levels in my system.

I opened the door to my hotel room and turned on the lights to find my bed a bouquet of red roses. I grabbed the card in the bouquet feeling my lips twisting into an involuntary smile as my cheeks flushed for the millionth time tonight.

"You're gonna be mine someday,

Butch."

The End

Come on! We both know it's not the end. I need to write an epilogue for this one so I can finally write the BlossxBrick one-shot :))). Yep. I did rush through the last part just because I wanted to upload this and because it's coming out too long… kind of…

I am NOT encouraging drunk driving. Please don't do it! It's not just your life on the road when you drink and drive.

Take Care Everyone!