Vexation

by: soulffles

There was never really a time in which Buttercup wasn't bothered by her exacerbating boy counterpart. It always seemed like he would make the first move to irk her, the scenario going downhill from there by the disruption of a "perfectly good day until he came along, as taken from Buttercup. It never ceased, this constant annoyance in her life. Nothing was ever really perfect, though. Especially since it was Buttercup's life. But it was still seemingly a nuisance to overcome, whether she liked it or not.

Sometimes, he would shoot little sideways glances at her, his shimmering emerald eyes penetrating the back of the girl's head much like an arrow being aimed at its designated target. That's exactly what she felt like; a target. Something to play with when he got bored, piercing her skull with the intricate patterns of provocative behavior. The sharp point of the imaginary device reminded her of how much she loathed him.

Whenever she caught his subjugating eyes scanning her over, it almost felt as if her face grew hot to the sight of him. How he so captivatingly stood there, leaning against the wall, looking her body up and down. It was as if he were picking her apart piece by piece.

A small smile would creep onto his lips as he watched her, testing every move. A lick of the lips always occurred from his side with a malicious twinkle in his eyes, making tremors run through Buttercup's body.

It made her feel uncomfortable and apprehensive, yet wanted. A series of feelings she could not place in any correct order.

Although nothing could ever compare to the static in her brain as he came near. Appearing closer, his large black boots thundering against the well-worn ground. Buttercup never really could tell if she was either angered by how much he decided to irritate her, or eager for his attention. Either way she frequently felt her stomach turn to mush and her legs give out.

Much to his satisfaction, she would roll her eyes while shifting her position, making herself believe she didn't collapse to the ground whenever she saw him. The curve of his mouth would lift higher without any realization. He would start a conversation meant to cause vexation, but in reality, Buttercup wasn't sure whether or not she minded anymore. She would only scan his sharp, angular face for any sign of weakness. There was none.

However, the green puff did feel a twinge of vexation when she realized that she was confused by him. Puzzled by this obnoxious, rowdy boy who seemed to get pleasure from her pain. Could she really be thinking twice about him?

So many nights she had spent lying in bed, arms sprawled over her head as the thought of him drifted through her mind. When she would fecklessly attempt to stop his haunting harlequin eyes from taking over her, she pounded onto her feathered pillow to stop the madness only for his face to appear once more, taunting her. A raise of the eyebrow would flash through the design of him, plaguing her dreaming oasis with besetting nightmares. Tingles cascaded through her as she imagined his hands, his perfect hands, gliding across her body. Touching over every curve, tracing the outline of her small shape. Pleasuring her to the point where she would scream out his name with graced vile.

She wanted that, Buttercup realized with horror. She wanted to feel the callouses, the roughness, the finesse. She wanted her dreams to go deeper, for him to go deeper. She wanted her soul to be invaded by his haughty leer and expert caress, fingers shamelessly descending upon unmarked territory that he knew was saved for him.

She felt as though she should be locked away for thinking such aphrodisiac thoughts. She was disgusted with herself, appalled. The idea of being pressed against his body was arousing, but she unceremoniously slashed through the dreams in an abrupt daze. She created a place where he wouldn't find her. Her own sanctum of peace where the wind only blew one way and lightening could strike the same place twice. Clouds made of sensational cotton candy floated in the sky the same time a coursing river erupted over the soft noises of the night. A safe place where those visions don't appear, harassing her well-being. A shelter where Buttercup hoped he wouldn't find her. Her safe haven.

But he found her. He found her quick. He didn't need to say anything, or do anything. Those deep, forest green eyes were what got to her.

Never in her life had Buttercup become completely intoxicated by the thought of someone, let alone him. Never in her life had she felt so much vexation towards someone, but at the same time...love.