Okay, so this is a weird couple, I know. I was inspired to write this after skimming over queenofrandomfandom's fanfic. I loved the little bit of Butters/Bebe, because honestly, you know its tooth rottingly cute. This is just a dribble. As always, I looked over it for errors but its bound to have some still. Obviously, be prepard for fluffy crack. I'm leaving this as an incomplete because I plan on dabbling in this ship and I want to be able to post stuff if someone (anyone) out there is willing to read. So each chapter will be a oneshot unless I say otherwise.

Also, on a side note, I plan on writing in random parings with each stories, but just the ones I don't normally ship. (Exp. Cartman/Wendy, Stan/Kyle-maybe-, Stan/Kenny, Kenny/Lizzy etc, etc, etc every random couple I happen to throw in including a Kyle/Bebe/Butters triangle.) However, the main focous of ALL will be Bebe/Butters. Dont like dont read.

Disclaimer (which I always forget to put in): I dont own South Park.

Mushy gooshy love from Lilly~3

"So cold, so cold, sooooo cold," Bebe mumbled under her breath, the wispy white vapor blowing away with the powerful wind. A fresh blanket of snow covered the ground and currently the ice was still falling on her, making her all the more chilly, even in her heavy red knee length jacket, rainbow sweater, mittens, scarf, blue jeans, long underwear and boots. November in Colorado was almost unbearable.

It was at times like these she wished she had a nice car to keep her from the frigid air. Or at least a teacher who didn't give her a history partner who lived all the way across the town.

Butters, why can't you be my neighbor?

Not that she disliked the small, frail fifteen year old. No, in fact, she found him quite kind. Though, she reminded him more of a little sister than a boy in her class. She would have much rather been pared up with Kyle or Clyde, as far as her no-boyfriend status was concerned. Plus, they both lived only a few doors away.

This was the first time she'd been required to come over to his house all year. They usually worked on projects in the library, but sadly Butters had had a cold this week, and the project was due Wednesday of next week. They had to get it done, or she was sure he would get grounded.

That equals a Saturday with homework.

"Finally, this is his house!" Bebe said exasperatedly, jogging up to the Stotch home. She brushed her boots off on the welcome mat and hastily knocked on the door, primping her hair out of instinct and putting on a Bebe trade mark smile.

As if he were waiting beside the entrance, Butters swung the door open and Bebe could feel the warmth leaking from the house. He smiled at her, his nose and cheeks flushed, dressed in his pajamas with a blanket draped over her shoulders. Butters was obviously still sick, yet his hair appeared to be brushed and he was somewhat put together.

Bebe walked in quickly, adjusting to the change. Butters smiled wider, the door closing.

"Hey Butters." Bebe shivered, pulling off her coat, scarf and mittens. Butters watched intently, the pinkness in his cheeks getting a pit darker. "You still look pretty sick. Are you feeling any better?"

"Hi Bebe," Butters greeted back as Bebe hung her winter clothes up on the coat rack they had beside the door. "I'm felling a little better but golly, I might not be able to go to school until Tuesday or so. I-I'm sorry Bebe." Butters moved his light blue eyes away and twitched his fingers together. Bebe looked at him and giggled.

"Butters, come on." Her freckle covered nose crinkled up as she giggled, her green eyes sparkling. "You say sorry for everything."

Butters blinked and gulped, somehow unnerved. Bebe was so unbelievably beautiful and amazing; he knew it was only possible to dream of impressing her. She couldn't take him seriously.

Who could blame her, really? Butters loved Hello Kitty, he'd never had girlfriend in his entire life, and frankly he was more like cute, lost puppy than handsome, rugged young man. Not only this, but he would never have the nerve to even hit on Bebe; much less tell her that she consumed his every thought.

He watched her push her gorgeous golden hair behind her ear as she pulled several sheets of paper out of her back pack and set them on the coffee table where Butters had already laid out glue, glitter, construction paper and his history book. Bebe suddenly looked up at him, their eyes met, and she smiled again. Butters thought his heart was going to break free from his chest.

"Come on Butters, let's get started." She perked happily. Butters nodded and rushed over, sitting criss-cross on the floor beside the girl.

"U-um, you can take off your shoes if you want. My parents aren't home right now but my mom and dad will be back from work in an hour or…or so…" Butters told the girl timidly. Bebe smiled and kicked off her Uggs, pushing them away. Than, she splayed out pictures from her computer of old art.

"Alright, the project is on baroque art, so I printed out a couple of painting and I thought we could maybe put the glitter on the pictures and glue them to construction paper. Than we could just sum up the history of the form of art and glue it on too. Pretty simple actually...does it sound good to you?"

Hello Kitty socks…

"Butters? You…you in there?" Bebe giggled and snapped her fingers in front of Butters' face. She could tell he was out of it. He must have been really out of it. Bebe reached up and placed her hand on his forehead, making Butters jump back into reality as his gaze shot up from her socks to her face and he watched in shock as she rested her forehead on the back of her hand for comparison.

"Oh…u-uhm…" Butter's murmured, his face only a couple inches from hers. His cheeks were stinging and his face was heating up quickly. He could see the sparkles in her lip gloss and smell her lavender-tulip shampoo, not to mention her perfume which was pleasant, but not a sent he recognized. "B-Bebe uh…I-I…"

All he had to do was lean in.

"Aw, Butters, you feel really hot. I think your fever may be back." Bebe pushed away and looked at him with concerned emerald eyes. Butters somehow felt hollow after she took her hand away. The goose bumps that had formed on his skin smoothed out and his heart calmed a bit, yet the butterflies in his stomach remained. "Maybe I should go." The blond girl said ruefully as she got to her feet.

"N-no!" Butters stuttered out, his arms flying up and grabbing her hand. Bebe jumped slightly, electricity surging relentlessly through her ivory skin. Then her words caught up in her throat and she felt a small flush coming on.

What the heck was that?

Meanwhile, Butters looked as if he were nearly in tears. He didn't want her to leave, not yet. He hadn't seen her all week and damnit he was going to make it up to himself. Bebe gulped, looking down on him, not sure of what to say to the boy, so she simply sat down, never breaking eye contact.

"N-now I…I mean, gosh darn it; I don't want you to leave…!" Word vomit spilled from his lips, he had to do something to get her to stay. "I like it when we work on projects together..."

Bebe blinked, coming to a realization.

Butters held the door open for her.

"You are a girl and-and all…"

Butters blushed when she would accidently brush up against him.

"Its gettin' a little hot in school today…"

Butters stood up for her.

"Y-you know, everyone gets a little crazy s-sometimes in South Park…"

"Butters, do you like me?" Bebe asked, seemingly out of the blue. The blond boy jumped back, as if stung. His soft blue eyes widened up into saucers and his mouth gasped like a landed fish. His palms were already sweating profusely and the organ in his chest was about to burst. He never intended to tell the popular girl about his crush, but now that she had guessed he couldn't lie to her; he'd get grounded.

"W-well…" Butters' whisper was barley audible. Bebe's lips parted; she was curious and perhaps hopeful. "I-I do like y-ya…I like ya a-a lot, Bebe and uh…I never really w-was gonna tell ya 'cause I know you don't really like me like that a-and-!"

Something came over her.

Bebe kissed him softly, feeling him gasp slightly. Her plush, full lips rested on his, putting slight pressure on them. It was something even she didn't expect she would do, and the experience was very surreal. Bebe was surprised to find that now she didn't really want to pull away.

The girl placed her hand on the shocked boy's chest and felt the erratic hammering there. His chest was heaving and he was obviously inexperienced, which only served to fuel her actions. Her other hand ran slowly down Butters' trembling arm and found his sweaty fist clinging to the carpet. She put her hand over it and held it gently.

All that she could comprehend was the softness of his lips and the shakiness of his breath.

It never crossed her mind that she could get sick or that her friends would seriously ridicule her for dating someone like Butters.

Butters couldn't believe that Bebe was sitting there, kissing him, touching him. Oh, did it feel incredible though; it was more amazing than any of his late night dreams or fantasies because Bebe's hands on his, her breasts grazing his chest, her lips pressing against his lips: that was all very real.

Bebe pulled away only long enough to look at Butters. She didn't want to continue kissing him if he looked like he was any problem with it. When his eyes opened slowly, clouded and dreamy, she saw no need to stop. She kissed him again, harder than before.

Butters finally got the nerve to press back against her. Her lips tasted like orange juice (he wasn't sure how) and he couldn't deny himself this chance. Shoot, for all he knew, she would pull away in discussed as he shifted his head and deepened the kiss, feeling.

Memorizing.

His fears were soothed when she mewed against his lips and hooked her thin arms around him. His heart soared to incredible heights and their life together was flashing in his mind, a delighted grin causing his lips to curve.

That was until Bebe ran her tongue across his lips.

Butters froze, not sure how to react. Her tongue tasted like her lips and Butters forgot how to breathe. Blood started to pool south and when her tongue found its way inside of his mouth. He pushed Bebe away, arms numb, chest heaving.

"Y-you…" Butters gasped, looking at Bebe's chapped lips and her cheeks that were stained with a flush. "You put your t-tongue in my mouth…" He twiddled his fingers together between them, not sure what else to turn too but his nervous habit. "I-If my parents find out, I-I'll be grounded."

Bebe deeply inhaled and exhaled.

"Go out with me, Butters." The girl whispered, smiling when she put her lips back on his, open and ready to explore. For once, Butters didn't care if he got grounded.

"Okay…" He said against her lips, grinning ear to ear while he let Bebe push him to the floor and have her way with his mouth and neck, not caring if his father were to walk in or that their project would most certainly not get done.

Maybe Butters wasn't exactly a jock, but he would sure as heck treat her way better than Clyde or Kyle ever could. Bebe never pictured herself with Butters but maybe, just maybe, Butters could be more than just her history partner.