Peridot Strings

Summary: The people around them would look at Bubbles and Boomer and go "aww" over how cute and perfectly fitted they were. The same people gave a long hard stare at Butch and Buttercup and wondered how the hell that happened. Drabble series.

A/N: After a long time, I've finally decided to momentarily step out of my anime fandom and enter the wonderful world of PPG to write another piece for my favorite pair of Greens. The only thing I've ever written about them was a one-shot so I thought I might as well explore the couple even more. I wanted to type out a multiple-chapter fic, but figured that since I've already got a lot of those still ongoing, a series of drabbles focusing on their relationship would be sufficient enough. And of course, first chapter is a smut because I'm a shameless pervert that way (thus the M-rating). I write when the inspiration strikes, so my updates might be slow or they might be fast depending on the speed of ideas going through my head. With that said, onwards to the story!

Chapter 1: Touch

"Fuck off," Buttercup hissed as she felt Butch's warm lips caress the soft mound of her cheek, his hot breath reeking of cigarettes and booze.

It was not uncommon to find such stench on her boyfriend, nor was it something she would mind in any other normal circumstances. But today was an exception and she was not in the mood for whatever Butch had in mind. The damn bastard even had the nerve to slide his fucking fingers into her pants when she tried to pull away. By the time she started thinking when the hell he even managed to unzip them, he was already pushing her up against the wall.

"I should get you arrested for rape," she mumbled as he glided a hand up her shirt, hiking it up until the slightest of his blunt nails scratched against her breasts. The feeling of a grin spreading against the smooth flesh of her belly led her to delivering a kick to his shin. But Butch was unperturbed- if anything, she could tell he rather liked it. Freaking masochistic freak.

"I'm not raping you," he husked as he darted his tongue out to lick at her navel, one corner of his lips quirking upwards to form a self-satisfied smirk as he felt her body quiver under the soft brush of his tongue, "and even if I were, you could have stopped me ages ago if you really didn't want this."

Buttercup's mouth was slightly bruised from when he bit her earlier, and it tugged down to form an angry frown as she glowered down at him. It always did irritate her when she knew that he could read what really went through her mind. Of course a part of her that was too tired still didn't want to be touched at the moment, but another part of her that she tried to ignore also craved to be made love to like a slut. Knowing Butch, he could and would give her just that. But was it really the fact that he knew her too well that irked her to no end? Or was it just because she always liked to put up a fight before caving in?

She didn't have any time to think of an adequate answer as she felt Butch's calloused fingers wrench her free of her shorts, the article of clothing falling down her long legs in a fast swoosh. Her head hung back and her lips parted in a silent moan as his hot breath ghosted over her damp panties before he slided even those off of her with just his mouth and teeth. When his tongue met the bundle of nerves between her thighs, an admittedly adorable mewl erupted from her throat as her eyes clamped shut and her face contorted in pure pleasure.

Pride forgotten, it didn't take long for her to give in to him. With each roll of his tongue, he stripped her off her will to refuse and released her from the exhaustion that coursed through her body like water down a duck's back. When she finally unraveled and he pulled back with a telltale sign of her wetness drenching his face, his lips curled upwards the way they usually would when he knew he had clinched victory. In mere moments, Buttercup dragged herself out of her partially pleasure-induced state and amidst her uneven breaths and scarlet-flushed cheeks, shot him a withering look. He didn't back down at all as she expected and merely broadened the smirk he knew would grate her nerves and drive her insane with wanton lust at the same time.

"I knew you'd give in. I'm just too hot," he gloated as he ripped off her shirt and waved the tattered fabric in front of her. Buttercup snorted and rolled her eyes before tugging at his collar and pulling him in for a breathtaking kiss.

"Shut up, Butch."