A.N
I got a bit carried away here. I was as true to the characters as I could be but in the heat of it all I kind of veered off on a tangent (I wonder if you'll notice where) but as long awaited as it was I finally present my next chapter. Tell me what you think. Happy reading!
Chapter 4- Every Man For Himself (Part II)
Rock music blared from that were placed in precision spots to ensure the best possible acoustics. Buttercup knew her acoustics, every good rock musician did! Not that her sisters ever wanted to play anything besides that soft, girly rock-pop crap! In A.P. Woodworking however, heavy metal ruled. She was lucky enough to get placed in a class full of Goth kids. After a while, she had even started dressing like them; because it was more practical, not because she liked it or anything. Streaking her hair green; was because she liked it. Picking up her newest pet project she headed toward the grading corner swaying her hips in time with the drumbeats. The unmistakable pressure of her backside being squeezed made her spin around, ready to slam forty pounds of pure oak into the scull of her harasser.
There was nobody there. Shrugging off the whole incident as a figment of her overactive imagination, even though it had never overacted quite like that before. It had never overacted like that before! Careful to place her mock-antique wardrobe and chest-of-drawers on the floor least she should destroy it on an ero who was not worth the effort she made a thorough inspection of the workplace. She would have given up too, if a log she had seen when she first looked around had not looked like a person a few seconds later as she looked around again. Nobody worked that fast! Nobody except… her and maybe… kid flash. Upon closer inspection, Buttercup realized that the figure was not only a person. It was her! And before it was the last person she wanted to see.
"Hey sup Cup!" Butch said by way of a greeting.
He stood, looking for a better vantage point as he leered at her breasts through her mesh shirt. he did not try to camouflage what he was doing, that was not his style. He was not like Brick, hated tiptoeing around an issue and Boomer tended to avoid confrontation entirely but not Butch, he was more direct, more bold. Besides, the last time he had seen her, Buttercup had not been quite so… busty and hell, he had made eye contact already. It was not his fault that her chest was so much more… intriguing. It seemed, that she realized it too because her arms crossed over the delicious mounds obstructing his view. Strange that it was only then he took note of how rigidly her entire body was held.
Her eyes narrowed and she took a step away from him, grinding her teeth all the while. She was such a turn on.
"Nobody calls me that!" she said in a voice so low, Butch could only assume it was supposed to be intimidating.
Was that because they usually only say it when they're referring to your bra size? The thought brought a smile to his face even as he met her eyes. "I call you Cup, always have, even before those… cups," he inclined his head toward her bosom, "you didn't like me calling you Butt remember?"
"Shut up!" she growled at him, then grumbled presumably to herself, "You always were an enormous jackass."
He smiled, finding her statement funny because… well because he was a jackass, and proud of it. He came around the desk to stand behind her. She did not turn around, wouldn't give him the satisfaction of running scared, like every girl he had threatened, because he was threatening her. He reached toward her.
"If you want to keep your arms attached to your body, and I highly suspect that you do, don't even think about touching me."
She did not really expect him to back off, she would not have. After all, she had basically just issued a challenge that would have appealed to her! Still, it shocked her when his hands clamped down on her, restraining her like a straightjacket before whirling her around to face him. She had to look up to meet his gaze, which was weird because she was no shorty; she was eye level with the Professor for crying out loud! She stared at him with dead eyes, refusing to squirm because that was exactly what he wanted and she knew it. He seemed to be irritated by her lack of reaction. Leaning forward he slid his lips against hers, shocking her further.
"Weren't you going to remove my arms?" he asked tauntingly.
Rage, pure, unadulterated rage the likes of which she had not felt in years wreaked havoc with her body. She broke his hold on her, which was not easy, and slapped him so hard that he hit the floor. He was back on her feet before she could blink, and she could blink really fast; pushing her back against the wall with his arm against her throat. The look in his eyes as determined as it was filled with intent and suddenly she was afraid. Not that he would hurt her; those wounds would heal soon enough, but that he would notice the feminine side of her that she had always been so very careful to hide. Only one guy had ever seen it. The guy who had taken her virginity but not her heart. She did not want her heart touched but then, Butch did not care what she wanted.
Some part of Butch told him that he should be angry. She had hit him after all; nobody had laid a finger on him in a long time. Then he realized that this was Cup, the one person who could and would get away with doing so. The smile that skittered across his face was not kind.
"You've gotten soft Cup," he said, fondling one of her breasts, then the other with his free hand, delighting in the trembling of her lower lip, "before I left, if you'd hit me I'd be picking myself up from six floors down ten buildings away! What the hell was that little swat supposed to be?"
She turned away, seemingly straining to get away from his touch, which made no sense to Butch; he was by no means holding her prisoner. She could break through the wall at her back easily enough, if escape was what she really desired. His hand moved lower until it came into contact with something metallic and his eyes widened. By all thins cursed and blessed! The little vixen had her navel pierced! He felt himself grow hard as he tugged lightly at her navel ring and even harder when, for a split second her mouth flew open in response.
"What cup size do you wear?" he asked suddenly.
"Huh?" she could not hide her confusion had she wanted to.
"Bras, what's your cup size?"
"E. Hey! What does that-"
His growl cut her off, a growl he could not help much as he wanted to, one of pleasure and need. How long had it been since he had last had sex? A couple of weeks? A month? Either way he should stop touching her. Now! But he did not want to. She felt soooo good it should have been a crime, and probably was, hence the appeal.
Buttercup tried to push him away but it was about as effective as her trying to move a mountain after a dose of antidote X, less the crumbling rocks. In fact, he was closer now than when she had started pushing at him, something hard was now pressed against her thigh and she had high doubts that it was his knee nor, did she believe that it was like that a minute before. Despite herself, she found that kind of arousing. How she hated situations such as this! How she wished that she could hit the Professor upside the head with that stupid 'Public and Private Property Damage Contract' as she had wanted to a few years back when he had threatened her and her sisters with groundation (yes I just said groundation) if they did not sign it.
That damn contract was the only thing keeping Buttercup where she was, as it stated that neither she nor her sisters could destroy any property, public or private, without repairing or replacing that property. She was already in hot water because of the bus incident although Blossom took some of the heat on that one. Clearly, the only way to get away from Butch was to go through the wall, but fixing a school wall would just cut into valuable nap time, not to mention get her into more trouble with the Professor coming so soon after she had totaled a bus. This only really gave her one real option. Stand there like an idiot.
The way she had pushed against his chest had been so… provocative. It was a damn shame that she in no way seemed to realize how horny she was making him, though how it could be more obvious was simply beyond human reckoning in the first place! He moved even closer. She smelled good. Like wildflowers and varnish, an unlikely combination but tantalizing none the less. He wedged his left leg between both of hers to separate them as his hand went to the snap of her jeans. He ignored her small sound of protest and it died away quickly enough, token protests always did. His lips found hers as his naughty, naughty hand slipped inside her jeans and he stopped, struck as though by lightning by what he had discovered.
Buttercup was not wearing any panties!
If he had been a religious man, at that moment, he would have said every possible prayer of thanks and probably sang a few hymns, but he was not so as it stood all he could do was close his eyes and think, yes! while trying not to break into a jig. Who had ever experienced such a perfect series of events? First, he and Buttercup shared an A.P. Woodworking class, a class where nobody actually stayed and attendance was optional, heck the teacher had not even bothered to show up. Then, he had found excuse enough to get his hands on her and now, could he say icing on the cake, she was not wearing any panties! There was no way he could walk away now!
Buttercup knew she should fight, kick him in the balls, scream and slap him, anything to get him to stop but, disgusted as she was to even be thinking it, she did not want him to (stop, that is). It had been almost a year since anyone had touched her so intimately and while was not going to go running back to Ace, heck she would not even acknowledge Butch when it was over, guys were not the only ones who had needs, certain desires that they needed met. She had those same needs dammit and she would be damned if she was going to turn her back on a fully functioning, more than fully functioning actually; more like bursting, male just so she could go home and masturbate to porn with Bubbles while Blossom and the Professor slept.
When his lips returned to hers, Buttercup stiffened momentarily before moaning in what he could assume was surrender and returned his kiss. It was all for effect. Which was why, even though her right arm was wrapped around his neck, with her left she kept a steady pressure against his chest, consequently pulling him to her and pushing him away. The arm that had been at her throat snaked around her midsection, for the first time truly holding her prisoner. The pleasure that washed through her when he grabbed her rear she could not help if she wanted to. She had not wanted to.
His fingers found her hot and ready for him and he paused, on the precipice of an encounter he wanted more than he wanted to breathe, yet would not have expected a scant half hour ago, expecting her to change her mind, to try to pull away from him. She did neither. Instead, her left hand, having retained its position on his chest, moved downward until she could caress the pulsing heat that was now the core of his existence through the denim of his jeans. The groan that escaped him, though involuntary, spoke of all the passion she evoked in him like no one else ever had.
She pulled her mouth away from his, struggling, as he was, to catch her breath.
"I… I think we should stop." She gasped.
He smiled, moving to kiss her neck, loving the way her head fell back to give him better access, "I know we should. I don't want to."
Taking her silence as concurrence, Butch pushed his fingers the rest of the way inside her slick and ready canal, basking in the way her breath caught, the soft whimpering sounds she made as her he stretched her, the way she continuously tightened around his fingers. She in turn increased the pressure of her hand against his jeans, pleasuring him through the obstruction until he could bear the barrier no more. He removed his hand from around her for long enough to undo the damn thing himself and bring her hand into contact with the rock hard result of her labor. Her eyes widened but she did not back down, she stroked him, knowing instinctively how he liked to be touched. All the while, grinding against the fingers that he stroked her with. All too soon it became too much for him.
Buttercup could not help her bemused pleasure as Butch ripped open her shirt to suckle her breasts. She felt her eyes roll back in her head as he brought her to climax with his mouth and his hand; and if the sudden wetness against her own hand was any indication, he had the same effect on him. They both slid to the floor, panting from exertion. When Butch tried to reach for her again however Butter cup rose and moved away from him, wiping her hands against her jeans thoroughly before re-zipping and re-snapping them. At his look of confusion she almost laughed outright but somehow contained herself.
"Oh don't look so upset," she told him, "just now was fun but it was only sex. You know, a great way to satisfy a physical need. It doesn't make us friends and it definitely doesn't make us more than friends. I still don't like you. There's no need for a repeat performance."
The relief that washed over his face was unmistakable, if a little anticlimactic. She had not expected him to disagree with her, it was just unflattering that he would agree so readily; and what the hell kind of guy would not pursue a repeat performance?! This was sex they were talking about!
Butch sat on the floor looking up at her, an arrangement he by no means disliked, before lumbering to his feet and bringing the fingers that had recently been inside her to his mouth to lick them off, watching as she stood transfixed. It gave him more pleasure than it had any right to. She was right. They were not friends, they could never be, people in his line of work did not have friends, they had conquests. She was dead wrong however, if she thought that this was the last time they would have sex. He would not pursue it right now because, for the moment, he was sated but that by no means meant that he was done with her.
He tossed his jacket to her and for a moment she looked confused, then seemed to notice the state of her top for the first time. Anyone else would have blushed, Cup just nodded and slipped into the jacket, zipping it up. He in turn replaced his unmentionables in his jeans, zipping and snapping them securely. Then, picking up his Cup figure he walked to the grading corner and placed it directly to the right of her project, caressing it in her plain view where he had caressed her only moments before, before he left it. Walking back towards her, he grabbed his backpack. Then, because it was too much of a temptation he captured her chin and brushed his lips against hers.
"Later Cup." He said, then he left her as well.
LUNCH
Buttercup found Blossom at their spot below the oak tree in front of the school.
"Butch is here!" she exclaimed by way of a greeting.
Blossom nodded, "So is Brick."
Their eyes widened as realization dawned.
"Oh no!" they said in unison, "Bubbles!"
A.N
O.k this is the last thing I'm going to say here. Did anyone notice that Butch wasn't wearing any underwear? Oh well. Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Something happened with my computer and it deleted all my files so sorry it took so long for me to post it. That's it from me.
Ciao for now
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