I'm so glad you guys like this idea of mine! I think I've teased you enough with the wait, so without further ado let's get on with the chapter! I don't own the Powerpuff Girls or its characters.
Butch whistled as he walked down the winding corridor. Multiple doors lined the hall, some of which were fake to hinder his girl's escape. She was powerless at the moment, as he'd mixed in a bit of Chemical X into the drink she'd downed at the club. It was a bit cruel, perhaps, but he had to be sure she would stay long enough to admit what they both knew was true. They were literally made for each other, and no one quite got him going like Buttercup. Her glare was his favorite, calling out to the wildness singing in his veins. They both had excess energy, simply choosing to relieve it in different ways. He and his brothers chose crime as a stress relief, while she and her sisters used it to protect the town. They all suffered from the calling, the rest simply hid it better. But crime wasn't the only way to take the edge off, and he knew she could handle it. He'd tried other girls, but they never worked out. He knew why, but he wouldn't get that sappy, even in his thoughts. No, all that mattered was that his woman was here, and if it took him breaking her to admit what she wanted, so be it.
"I'm back Butterbutt. Don't scarf this down too fast-" Butch stopped in the doorway, eye twitching. Buttercup was bent over, inspecting the strength of the chain shackled to the bottom of the bed. She turned at the sound of his voice, and the way she looked in that moment made his cock twitch. He shut down his train of thought, reminding himself to be patient, and thankful he had the foresight to wear sweats. She rolled into a standing position, cocking her hip to the side.
"Well? What did you bring me?" He cleared his throat and presented the meal with a suspicious Cheshire grin. Buttercup eyed him, but the smell was enticing enough for her to step closer. She sniffed it with hesitance, reaching out to grab it. He suddenly stood, pulling it out of her reach. He stepped back, grinning wider as she was halted in her pursuit by the cuff. "Butch what the hell? Give me the food!" He tsk'd, wagging his finger at her.
"Is that any way to ask for something? Surely that professor of yours raised you to have manners?" She huffed, turning to head back to the bed. So he wants to play? I should've known the idiot wouldn't just give me food like a decent person. She sat back on the bed, crossing her arms.
"No, because I don't ask for things, especially from you." No, you'll be begging me soon enough.
"I guess I'll leave first."
"Fine then. Leave the food on your way out." He grinned, that crooked smile he sometimes wore during their fights. His little spitfire never disappoints. He opened his mouth the respond when his phone rang, cutting him off. He ripped it out of his pocket as if it had betrayed him, his voice practically a growl as he answered.
"What?" He turned away, but had unconsciously stepped forward as they had talked. Buttercup seized her chance, snatching the plate and escaping to the bed. Butch threw her a glare over his shoulder, but kept his attention on the conversation. "I got it, I'll handle it." He hung up, turning his attention back to her. He walked slowly toward, scoffing when she bent over the plate. "Something's come up babe, so I'll have to play with you later." He swiped a piece of bacon from her plate, smirking as he danced away. "Don't try to escape, I've made sure you can't." The door slid closed behind him, making Buttercup grunt in frustration. She hated giving someone else the last word.
The smirk slid from Butch's face as he excited the hallway and made his way to the garage. He snagged the keys hanging on the wall, opening the door of a slick dark green mustang with a black stripe on either side. He slid behind the wheel, peeling out of the garage as soon as it opened. It had automatic sensors, so he wasn't worried about closing it behind him. He pulled up in front of one of the many quaint cafes Townsville boasts, taking the empty seat across from Brick.
"So? What was so important you pull me out of my fun?"
Not as long as you might have liked, but I felt this was a good stopping point. Hopefully I'll update soon, but I make no promises. This will be steamy, but a bit of plot sprinkled in never hurt anyone. Until next time!