Oh gosh, I'm starting a new story. This is my first time writing anything that has to do with The Powerpuff Girls, but definitely not my first story. I'm trying a new style of writing and formatting with this one as well. So let's see how you guys like it!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own The Powerpuff Girls, only Craig McCracken does.
~X~
Her creamy white skin glowed under the flickering green lights of the motel room. The burgundy wall paint was peeling in various places as the window curtains held gaping holes throughout the tattered brown fabric. He rolled onto his side, facing the wall. She wrapped her arms around his bare torso. He grunted in response to her sudden affection.
"Why can't you get it through your fucking head that I don't cuddle?" He growled.
She lifted her arm as if touching a stove. He turned his body and faced her. She frowned at him as he smirked. "You never let me touch you after we fuck."
"I don't want to burn out that glow you give afterwards, Princess," He whispered at her.
Her frown twitched into a soft smile, "I love the feeling of sneaking around with you, Ace."
~X~
Snap. Snap. Snap. "Hello, Buttercup. Are you there?" Buttercup fluttered her green eyes as everything came back to focus. The congested hallway had teenagers walking in and out of the classrooms of Pokey Oaks High School.
"What the fuck do you want, Butch?" Buttercup sneered. She had been caught staring at someone across the hall. Her stubbornness refused to let her embarrassment show through.
"What were we saying, Mitch?" Butch turned and faced the boy standing next to him smirking. The two had caught up with the tough Power puff after class in their usual manner. As the two were rounding the corner, they amused themselves with the sight of Buttercup staring absentmindedly at a poor guy across the hall. A mutual agreement passed between the two as they began messing with their best friend.
"Oh just making a point about Buttercup and rational thoughts," Mitch chuckled. Mitch had laughed when Butch snapped in Buttercup's face and she still held a dreamy expression.
Buttercup slammed her locker close and crossed her arms. "Mother fucking shit heads, what the fuck is this all about?"
The boys faked a surprised expression. "Such foul language for such a lady," Mitch chuckled. The boys were used to the way Buttercup would curse. She had a mouth like a sailor but a soft athletic body.
"Dick heads, what do you really want?" Buttercup grinned.
Butch stepped ahead of Buttercup and smiled. "What are you doing later?"
Buttercup rolled her eyes, "Homework, patrol, try to relax and spend as much time away from you two as possible."
Mitch laughed and put an arm around Buttercup's shoulders. "Come over for a couple rounds of Duty Calls 3, BC."
"I'll kick both of your sorry asses on that game. Besides we all have our own Bbox so why would I want to come to either of your houses," Buttercup sneered.
"Oh come on BC! You haven't hung out with us in forever! Besides, you know it's better to play in the same room as your opponent in Duty Calls because Mitch has that nervous tick of his and you are too damn ticklish to handle wrestling over the controllers," Butch smirked.
"I do not have a nervous tick!" Mitch growled.
"OH yes you do! Just like BC is ticklish," Butch laughed.
"That was a one-time deal! I was caught off guard," Buttercup frowned.
~X~
His slick body sat up on the creaky mattress. Princess frowned as she watched him swing his feet over and lean to grab his crumpled pants on the shag carpet underneath. Clutching the sheet to her chest, she sat up behind him. "You're leaving?"
Chuckling, he moved to grab his sun glasses off the bed side table. Slipping them on, he turned his head and captured her lips soundly, catching her off guard. Letting go of the sheet, her arms wrapped around his shoulders as her fingers played with the hair on the base of his neck. She could feel her body move towards his in an attempt to keep him with her in the dingy motel room. He sucked her bottom lip, teasingly, and broke the kiss with a tug. "The boys are waiting for me," he whispered. Ace watched her swollen lips frown once again. "Besides, you're late to school, again."
Letting out a frustrated groan, she threw her freckled body back against the mattress. He watched as her long red curls fanned around her face. Princess stretched her body against the mattress, her chest rising as she moaned, "Fuck that feels good."
Ace rolled his eyes behind his sun glasses. "As delectable as you look on that mattress stretching like that, I really have to go."
Princess pouted but sat up. She turned her head to search for her panties as Ace stood up and pulled his shirt over his head. "Babe…where is my panties?"
Ace smirked as she rose from the bed. He watched her naked body move around the room, each freckle playing a game against her skin as she searched. Stuffing his hands in his jean pockets, he walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her slim body. Princess turned her body to face his and fluttered her brown eyes at him. "Give me my fucking panties back, asshole."
Ace snickered and pulled them out of his pocket. Princess huffed and slipped them on. Grabbing the pink and purple laced bra off the unmade bed, she turned to see him sitting on a chair, watching her with an amused expression. Turning around to face him, bra in hand, she scoffed. "I thought you had to leave."
Ace smirked and adjusted his spot on the chair. "I have some free time before I leave. Besides, who would want to give this view up? The boys can wait a little bit longer."
Princess giggled and slipped her bra over her freckled shoulders. Picking up her crumpled jean shorts off of the floor, she lifted her head to catch him watching her carefully. She purposefully slid the shorts slowly up her creamy legs. As the waistband reached her hips, Princess felt strong hands latch themselves on her hips. She chuckled and turned in his grasp. Pressing their bodies together, Ace placed lingering kisses on her neck, gliding his hands firmly around her hips. Princess pressed herself firmly against his body when she felt his hands had found their way to her ass. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and played with his hair again. "The boys can wait a little longer," he murmured against her skin. She let out a soft sigh as his hands slid her shorts off once again.
~X~
Buttercup sighed. Looking out the window, she could see what a beautiful day it really was. It was days like this where she missed crime fighting. Her chin rested in the palm of her left hand while her right hand tapped the eraser of the pencil against the wooden desk. If there was one subject she excelled in, it was physics. The Professor never left a subject like science get past the girls.
Butch sat diagonally behind Buttercup. He smirked as he watched her sigh and look out the window. He could read her like a book. Ripping a piece of paper out of his notebook, he crumpled it and threw it at the back of her head. The ball of paper gently bounced off of Buttercup's head.
Buttercup could feel the annoyance build up inside her. Turning around, her stare gave Butch a cold chill. Once frightened by the look, Butch only smirked and stuck out his tongue at the annoyed teen. Buttercup turned back to face the front of the classroom, crossing her arms. Glancing at the board to quickly skim the chapter the teacher was covering; both teens huffed back in annoyance.
A shadow that covered the glass window on the door caught Buttercup's attention. She could see shuffling from the other side of the door. Sitting up straight, Buttercup sat on the edge of her seat to try to evaluate the situation. As the door handle moved, it opened to their Principle pulling Princess in the classroom.
Buttercup watched the stuck up red-head walk in, arms crossed as she pouted. Princess's backpack was slung over on shoulder and her clothes look crumpled. 'For such a high society chick, she really needs to learn to do her own ironing,' Buttercup snickered at her own observations.
Butch shot her a look as he watched her silently laugh. Shaking his head, he watched the scene unfold in the front of the classroom. Their physics teacher had stopped the lesson and was now facing Princess. "Nice of you to join us, Ms. Morbucks," he shot a look at the Principle.
The Principle only held a look of annoyance as Princess sauntered past them. "Like I give a fuck what you two say," she spoke boldly.
"She's all yours, Marty," the Principle sighed as Princess made her way to the empty seat in front of Butch, and next to Buttercup. With a loud thump of her backpack hitting the floor, Princess sat down with a scowl, her freckles glowing off of her skin.
The teacher went back to the lesson on the board as Buttercup avoided any glancing in Princess's direction. Butch, however, would quickly glance at the length of Princess's legs, up to the end of her shorts and back down to her flip flops. Every time she flipped her red curls behind her shoulder, Butch would get a strong sense of the perfume she constantly wore.
As the bell rang, Buttercup began to pack her things quickly. Yet, Butch slowly put his things away, watching how Princess would move; the back of her shorts would rise as she bent over to put the pencils in her bag, as well as her coral V-neck would show off the swell of her breasts and threaten to spill out. Buttercup watched Butch stare mindlessly at Princess. She scoffed, making Butch meet her green eyes. He smiled meekly at Buttercup as she stormed out of the room and into the congested hallway.
Butch frowned. Princess shot her head up that instant and turned her body to face him. She rested her elbows on his desk and smiled. "What's up with your girlfriend, Butch?"
"She's not my girlfriend, Princess," he shot back.
Princess fluttered her eyelashes at him. Leaning towards him, he could see her breasts pressed against the desk, making them purely visible again. Princess smirked when she noticed his line of vision. 'Boys.'
"Anyway, Butch," Princess drawled. His green eyes shot back up to meet hers. "Like I was saying, are you doing anything tonight?"
His eyebrows furrowed. "Actually I am." Grabbing his backpack and slinging it over his shoulder, he rose from his seat. "I'm hanging out with Mitch and Buttercup."
She watched him leave the room. Smirking, Princess pulled out her phone from her backpack.
To: Ace
Try to catch Buttercup on her way to Butch's tonight. I'll work on Mitch, myself.
~X~
aaaaand that's it for Chapter 1! This story is what happens when you're on a Bruno Mars binge and the first two seasons of the Powerpuff girls is FINALLY released on Netflix. Anyway, I really hope you enjoyed it. Don't forget to tell me your thoughts! I'll try to have the next chapter up sometime next week!
