Together

Pairing(s): Kenny/Butters

Warning(s): Male/Male relationship, excess amounts of sap

Prompt: 71 Together of 100 Drabble Table

Kenny watched lazily as Kyle and Cartman started yelling at each other, yet again, over trivial matters from his relaxed position under the large tree, Butters snuggled comfortably into his side. Stan was pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance, glaring lightly at Cartman, a forgotten text book laid out in front of him.

"No one gives a damn what you think Cartman, so shut up!" Kyle yelled, face red, glare in place.

Cartman snorted, crossing his arms smugly. "Or what? Gonna get that French piece of shit boyfriend of yours to beat me up?" he taunted, smirking. Kyle's face reddened darker and he cut a quick glance to Stan, who was scowling darkly at the mention of the Frenchman.

"What the hell is your problem with gays now? You've know Butters was gay since middle school, it's not like you didn't know one before!" Kyle growled angrily.

"Butters has always been a fag," Cartman replied flippantly.

"Leave the wife alone asshole," Kenny growled, tightening his grip around his small boyfriend.

The large teen rolled his eyes, turning back when Kyle yelled, "Shut up fatass!"

A small hand tugged at his parka. Turning, bright blue eyes looked curiously up at him and the sight was too cute for Kenny to resist a smile. "Yes Buttercup?"

"Why'd you call me that?" Butters asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Call you what?" he asked, stroking bright blond hair absentmindedly.

"Wife," Butters clarified. "I'm not your wife."

Biting his lip, Kenny stood up, gently helping the other up as well. "Let's go walk, okay?"

Butters nodded, smiling brightly albeit curiously. "Sure thing Ken!"

With intertwined fingers, the pair walked off a distance until the shouting match became fuzzy and distant, settling onto a small park bench. They sat with their sides touching, Kenny stroking Butters' hand tenderly and Butters rested his head on Kenny's shoulder.

"Kenny?" Butters prompted with a smile.

"Well…we act like we're married. I just kind of figured I'd call you that," the orange-clad boy said thoughtfully.

"That's awful nice of you Ken, but my dad says that I shouldn't let people call me that unless I'm married or in jail," the small boy looked down dejectedly.

"Then marry me."

His head shot up. "W-What?" Butters squeaked.

"Marry me," Kenny's cool blue eyes met his determinedly. "We have a month before we graduate and we've been together for years. I need you and I can't see myself spending my life with anyone else."

"B-But we can't get married in Colorado!" Butters exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Then we'll leave," Kenny said simply.

"Ken…"

Swiftly, Kenny got off the bench and onto one knee before the other. He pulled out a small box from his pocket and placed it gently in the smaller blond's hands. Blushing, Butters opened it and gasped.

"Kenny! Is this why you haven't been eating?" he scolded lightly, hesitantly taking the ring out of its holding.

The taller blond grinned up at him. "Yeah, but it was worth it. Who needs food when I could have you instead?"

Tears welled up in his eyes and Butters blushed a darker pink. "Oh Kenny…"

Kenny took the ring and slipped it onto the other's ring finger. "Will you marry me Buttercup?" he asked, staring lovingly at Butters.

With tears slipping down his cheek, Butters nodded. "Yes!" he smiled, throwing himself at Kenny and wrapping his arms tightly around the other. "Yes!"

Kenny returned the embrace, nuzzling into Butters' soft hair. "I love you," he whispered. His fiancé leaned back to plant a soft kiss on Kenny's lips and rest their foreheads together. "I love you."