Chapter Three: After all these years
Now this whole time, Blossom and Buttercup had been watching from the bushes. The whole. Fucking. Time. Blossom had both her hands clasped over her mouth. "Oh...oh my god. That most definitely was not rape." Buttercup was busy vomiting in the bushes. Not many things could gross the tomboy out, but this was definitely one of them. "Can we go now?!" She shouted as she gave a final spit, "That was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen...and I told you he'd do it without a condom!" Buttercup began to leave as Blossom quickly shot after her. "Not so fast." She said, "This would be the perfect time for him to be telling her of an evil plan. You know, after relieving the sexual tension between them." "Oh shut up, will you?" Buttercup shouted, "This is our sister we're talking about! And she just fucked the worst villian in Townsville!" "I know," Blossom said, "Let's just pray she's on the pill." "That won't stop her from getting whatever STD he's got crawling around." Buttercup muttered under her breath as the girls both began to use their super sonic hearing to figure out whatever evil plan Him was going to come up with.
Surprisingly, at the moment, there was mere silence. Him had pulled the blankets over Bubbles, kissing her forehead and then her cheek once again, running his hand through her angelic hair and playing with it. It was so comforting to touch her, to hold her. And what made it better was that Him knew without asking that Bubbles really did love him. He smiled as he felt her hug him extra tight, knowing she was being as protective of him as he was to her. Bubbles was really a sweet little angel. Him never expected her to be such a passionate lover though, or to even want him close to the same extent that he wanted her. There was so much that made his little Bubbles tick that he never knew about. Now that he knew what made her hot in bed, there was so much more to learn. Watching her grow up for the past 13 years, all Him wanted to do now was pick her brain, to figure out what stimulated her mentally and emotionally. Emotionally wasn't going to be as hard- Him would be her king, protecting her with everything he had, and dare he say, loving her with everything in him, though he didn't exactly know what love was, until his sweet princess was around of course. He literally felt this swelling feeling in his chest when he was around her, like she was making him whole. All he wanted was to give her all of him, and he hoped eventually she would give him all of her too.
What Him wasn't aware of was that she already had. Bubbles hated to admit it, (well she did before, not so much now) but she had always had a fascination with Him. Ever since their first encounter with him in kindergarten, Bubbles was infatuated. She thought he was a big pretty dolly that she wanted to play with. However, she never wanted to act upon her urges to be around him because of her sisters/the professor/Ms. Keane/The Mayor, so Him did just that for her. When he had taken over her stuffed animal Octie (that she still slept with, though he was old and tattered and smelled a bit funny), and when Buttercup had smashed her chalk, those were nothing more than attempts to get close to Bubbles and spend time with her. When she would give him a hug as "Octie", it made his heart warm inside to be in the arms of such a sweet little girl. And when Buttercup smashed her chalk and made her cry, Him would never admit it at the time, but all he wanted to do was go to Bubbles and wipe her tears away and hug her tightly. That was why he was communicating with her all that time, to understand her emotions. Between Him and his own consciousness, when he saw little Bubbles cry, he cried too.
This wasn't the only time this had happened either. Him had always had a soft spot for Bubbles. Once, when she was in junior high, her first day in fact, she had tried to fit in with the pretty/popular girls and tried out for the cheerleading team, but they had made fun of her and said she was "babyish" for bringing Octie with her for good luck. Thus resulting in Bubbles running to the bathroom to cry her eyes out, with no one to hug but her stuffed animal. Unbeknownst to Bubbles, Him had taken over the body of the stuffed purple sea creature, and felt every tear and hug of the pained 12 year old. Then again, during her junior year of high school, when she was 16, it was prom season. Bubbles liked a shy boy in her class named Baxter, and had asked him to the dance. They would always do their class work together, and he told her once during a project that he would think about it, and to get prepared. Thus, Bubbles had bought 2 tickets to prom, a gorgeous, flowy curve-hugging dress in powder blue with matching heels, and gotten her hair and makeup done like a princess, thanks to a girl in her class named Serena who was one of her only friends. At the last minute, after Bubbles had gotten home from her classmate's house, Bubbles dropped her bookbag on the floor to see the Professor standing by the telephone in the kitchen. Before going up to her room to get ready for the dance, her father figure said, "Bubbles, you look beautiful." "Thanks Daddy," she said hurriedly (she had given up on calling him "Professor" by now, the other girls hadn't), "Um, Bubbles" the professor stopped her in her tracks, "a boy from your class called while you were away. He said he can't make it to the dance tonight...he asked someone else. I'm so sorry." Bubbles immediately felt nauseous and heartbroken. She tried to mask it, however, not wanting her father to see her cry, and said "Oh..okay." And with that, she went up to her room.
Bubbles collapsed onto the bed and immediately burst into tears, thus all Serena's hard work going to waste. She gripped her pillow and punched it in anger. How dare that stupid boy Baxter say no to her after leading her on..she felt so discouraged and like "all guys were like this." She immediately picked up her stuffed octopus and sobbed into his fur. At that moment, Him felt there was something very wrong. It was almost as if he could smell Bubbles' emotions, and he immediately took over her stuffed animal once again. "Oh Octie," she said as she gripped him tight, "what did I do wrong to not make Baxter like me? Am I not pretty enough? Am I too shy? Is my body not sexy enough for him?" She was shaking as she wondered who else Baxter was going to the dance with. Then again, she truthfully didn't want to know, as to spare herself the heartache. As Bubbles told "Octie" all these sad, self defeating words, Him shakily said, "There's nothing wrong with you, Bubbles...why I love you just the way you are." "Thanks Octie." Bubbles said, kissing Octie on his head, well, top hat. Him turned away and buried his face in a pillow and began sobbing, his own beautiful makeup a mess now. He felt as if his own heart had been shattered. "Why can't she be mine?" He said in his tears.
That night that Bubbles was crying over her ditched prom date, Him was aching to go over to the Utonium residence, whisk Bubbles away, and take her back to his place to do all the things she liked to do. He would fix her makeup and make her feel like the princess she truly was. He would hold her all night and tell her not to change a thing about herself because she was perfect to him and she meant everything to him and he thought she would never know.
Fast-forward back to 18 year old Bubbles, peacefully sleeping nude in his arms, he was overcome with joy. She was his girl and he said so himself, and she clearly had no objections. Bubbles felt safe with him, he was like a fairy tale to her. Her perfect prince(well princess at the same time technically) had stolen her heart away, and made her feel like no one else could. Sure Bubbles had been with boys (girls too, she was openly attracted to both and her family and close friends were accepting, however her peers had mixed feelings about it), but she had never truly been with a man. Him was her first, and he was her own. Who would have thought, a super villian being the object of a heroine's affection. Bubbles would be Bubbles, and she was happy as could be. Now the only question was, would she want this forever?