Lethal
Note: So yeah, I'm a little late in the game with PPG, but I just had to write a story about this couple. I don't give a fuck if you don't like it, I wrote it for fun, and I know I'm good (I'm cocky) so flame if you want. But to those who like it, I'm glad, and I hope you enjoy. Reviews are good of course, and I do love tips/pointers/advice, shit like that. I'm no where near perfect, but I try to have as little errors as possible, so I'd appreciate it if you could gimme a heads up when I screw up. Thanks people, enjoy~! ;p
Note 2: They do not have super powers, they are not known as the 'Powerpuff Girls' or 'Rowdyruff Boys'. But they are just as awesome! *insert sparkly eyes and fist here*
Warning: The usual drill; alcohol, violence, SEX, sexual references, drugs, Butch (he likes it rough), Buttercup (she submits :O), and really bad language. :)
Disclaimer: If I owned this I would have edited Butch's hair in PPGZ (yeah lame I know, sue me, I prefer it spiky)
Chapter 1: A night out.
Buttercup smirked. Finally she and her sisters got some time off the missions and were able to go out. She needed to let loose and get herself laid, it had been too damn long. The green eyed girl slipped on a pair of black jeans and a green shimmering shirt that clung to her curves. Lacing up her black, diamond tipped, six-inch heeled, combat boots; she pulled on a black leather, half hoodie and strapped on her leather collar with small green spikes. With a quick brush to her short black hair, she applied a little foundation, mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss. Then she was out of the room and rapping on her sister's doors.
"Guys, get your asses out here before the night's over!" she hollard, chuckling with amusement when a crash sounded in Bubble's room and a shriek in Blossom's. Nodding to herself she slid down the rail and sauntered her way to kitchen, deciding that those two prissys would take at least another hour. Buttercup rummaged through her fridge before taking out a yoghurt. Spooning it into her mouth, the ravenette slumped on the couch, switching the tv on. The girls had planned an outing to the brand new club that had opened near their house in the city. It had been getting a lot of notice for having good music and alcohol so Buttercup was excited. She loved partying, as did the other two, but Blossom always worried about being drugged and Bubbles bitched about her drinking problem. Poor girl couldn't last long with alcohol, Blossom never drank too much and Buttercup was pro at drinking anyone under the table.
Buttercup then let her mind wonder to her nights plans: get wasted, get laid and get home in one piece the next morning. For precaution she had packed her phone, her switch-blade, gun and condoms. Hey, you could never be too careful right? She chuckled to herself and mused about other things, somewhat paying attention to what was going on on screen, until she heard the click of heels coming down the stairs.
"Alright, we're ready." Blossom grinned and Bubbles giggled at the annoyed look on her sister's face.
"About damn time too." Buttercup scoffed, standing up and chucking away her empty yoghurt cup and plastic spoon.
"Whatever grouch, let's hit the road." Blossom instructed as they grabbed their bags, locking the door and activating the multiple alarm systems while the other two made their way outside.
As per-usual, Blossom was designated driver and Buttercup hopped in shotgun. The red-head had on a red-satin tube-top, leather tights, black six inch pumps and a leather half-jacket. The blue eyed blonde at the back sported a cute, sparkly, baby blue dress with silver stilettos. The cutie never needed a jacket cause there was always a guy offering his own to her. Now Bubbles and Blossom weren't ones for one-night stands, but that didn't mean they weren't up for flirting.
The red Lamborghini pulled up to the club and the girls hopped off. Locking the car, the girls made their way to the front of the line, much to the chagrin of the other people. "Hey Mitch!" Buttercup yelled out to the bouncer at the door. He grinned and waved them over, unhooking the cord at the door.
"Hellooo ladies." he winked at them, opening up the doors. "Glad you could make it." Mitch was the one who gave them the heads-up about this place. He was part of the FBI too and they had all trained together at the same place. The music was deafening inside and Buttercup couldn't hold back the giant grin spreading across her face. The girls nodded to each other and split up. Buttercup headed to the bar, Blossom and Bubbles headed into the crowd of dancers... if you could call that dancing...
Ordering herself a beer, Buttercup chilled on one of the bar-stools, flirting with the bartender briefly before her eyes roamed the crowd. Picking up her drink, she sipped, eyes still roaming. She then moved her gaze to the other people at the bar. 'Now who is that.' her mind practically purred as she lowered the bottle from her face. Dark green orbs were raking across her body until they finally pierced her lighter emerald irises. She returned the look by taking him in, from the firm muscles visible under his muscle shirt to his own combat boots, not heeled mind you. 'Just my type.' His black jeans hugged onto his clearly muscular thighs, then her eyes flickered to the dark green hoodie covering his arms. He had his hoodie on which hid his, from what she could tell, dark locks from view and partly covered his face. She clicked her tongue in annoyance, tracing her sharp canines as her eyes bored into his. He was... delicious... she lifted her bottle and touched her lips lightly, watching smugly as his gaze flickered to her lips.
'I'll play with him a little.' Buttercup flicked her tongue against the rim, sliding it slowly across the surface before tipping the contents into her mouth. She lowered her lashes and swallowed thickly, licking her lips as she once again lowered the bottle. Buttercup's eyes widened at the cocky little smirk stretching his lips. He lifted his shot of vodka to her before tossing his head back and downing it. 'Nice...' Buttercup was then entranced by his own slick appendage running across his lips, that sexy smirk still plastered on his face. So you could imagine her annoyance when that delectable view was suddenly cut off.
A white shirt blocked the 21 year old's view and she raised a brow, lifting her gaze to meet a grinning face. He was so-so with light brown locks and hazel orbs. Nothing like the soul-piercing green she had just had a stare down with. She cocked a brow further as he leaned in and put a hand on her arm. Her gaze shifted to the touch then back to his unwavering smile. "Hey baby, can I buy you another drink?" Buttercup narrowed her eyes at the man and then spoke.
"Remove your hand before I break it off your wrist." she bit out, words cutting right through both him and the music. The idiot blinked but did not relinquish his grip.
"Fiesty aren't you?" he cooed, much to the ravenette's aggravation. He tried to slide his arm around her shoulder but Buttercup grabbed hold of his wrist and spun him around, twisting it behind his back, still sitting. The man fell to the ground in pain before Buttercup let go.
"Now scram." she hissed. "I won't be as nice the next time." The brunette nodded and scurried off. Buttercup rolled her eyes at him. 'Wimp.' Then she looked back to the spot where her mystery man was sitting, only to realize he was gone. "Fuck!" she swore under her breath, rising a little and darting her eyes across the room for that dark green hoodie.
"Looking for me?"
All done~! Tell me what you think hmm?