Okay, so I had a review say it was a little "much" with the romance. And no I'm not mad, I prefer having EVERYONE'S opinion on things. Oh and I loved your bunny! :) So anyway, I probably won't make this chapter so 'hardcore', but more fluffy (I like fluffy ^_^). Now…BCxButch are the 'bad boy/bad girl' characters of the story…so I can't say the same for them in the future. But anyway…I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I had writing it! And sorry for the late update, we had someone over yesterday…so I didn't get a chance to get on the computer.

ENJOY MY LOVELY LITTLE LEMON DROPS!

(BOOMER POV)

I was slightly embarrassed when Butch saw me and Bubbles kissing, but I felt bad after barging in on him and Buttercup. At least we are even now…

How did me and Bubbles come to the point of kissing?

I have no earthly idea… One moment we were having a friendly conversation on cherry trees, and the next thing I knew we were sucking each other's faces! I slightly remember something about how she loved blueberries, and that she thought I smelled like them. Something like that…I don't quite remember.

All I know is that she was an amazing kisser… She was very hesitant with things, which I thought was adorable.

Everything about her, actually, was adorable. Her face, her laugh, her smile, her eyes, her puppy dog face (she used it on me to untie her, after she promised to not escape)…everything. She alone, was adorable. I couldn't resist her even if I wanted to.

However, ever since that kiss…she had been very quiet. Before, it was almost impossible to shut her up. Now she hardly said a word…and it worried me. What if she hated the kiss? Was I that bad? I'd never kissed a girl (don't tell her), so I knew I had no experience!

Or maybe she was just thinking…

OH WHO AM I KIDDING! She must have HATED it! However if she hated it, then why didn't she pull away? She had kissed me back! She must have just been in the 'zone' or something, and didn't realize what she was doing. Then afterwards she probably realized how much of a perverted git I was, and is now trying to avoid me!

I had to find out what she thought of me…and I had to find out now.

(BUBBLES POV)

I didn't know what to do. I really liked Boomer, but liking a Southern prince while I'm secretly a Northern princess? That's going a tad far… I knew Butch and Buttercup were a thing, and the same goes for Blossom and Brick. Soon though, they are going to realize the problems that are going to occur if we continue this. First, we would have to tell them we were princesses. Then some other people would find out, and tell other people…who would tell OTHER people etc…until lots of people knew. Then some people would cause a revolution against us, until we'd either have to separate or get killed. The last two things, however, would only be caused if the boys still liked us after we told them the truth.

This is all a mess…

I sighed, leaning against the pole of Boomer's tent. I wasn't tied to it, but I didn't feel like sitting somewhere else. I had a piece of parchment, and some ash sticks from the fire (once they were cooled off of course). I was using them to draw pictures…of which I occupied myself with often.

At that moment, I was drawing a flower. However I was working on a much better picture, but I needed pointier sticks of ash. So instead, I put that picture aside for the time being, and drew a flower instead.

"Hey…"

I looked up from my work, and saw Boomer standing there, right outside of his tent.

"Will you come here a moment?" he asked motioning towards himself.

I put down my drawing, and stood up. I walked over towards him, and followed him outside.

"Where is our destination?" I asked.

He smiled at me, "Tis' for me to know, and for you to find out."

I rolled my eyes, and then smiled slightly, "Fine."

He took my hand, and led me through the forest of trees. We had recently moved the campsite a little further west, so there were apple trees everywhere instead of cherry (good riddens…).

Then Boomer suddenly stopped, and turned around. He smiled at me, "Will you please close your eyes?"

I frowned playfully, "Aww…but why?"

He smirked, "It is a surprise…"

I sighed and shut my eyes, "Alright, they are closed."

"Tightly?" he asked.

"Indeed," I said nodding.

Then he took my hand again, and led me through the forest a little.

When we stopped I heard him chuckle, "Alright, you may open your eyes."

When I opened them, I squealed with excitement, "Oh Boomer! How-?"

He put his finger to my lips, "Shh…I have my resources. Now help yourself…"

He handed me my basket, and I started picking the blueberries off of the bush. I had not seen or tasted blueberries in AGES. He helped me pick them off, throwing out the rotten ones (though there were not many).

When the basket was full, we started walking back to the tent.

"Bubbles?" Boomer asked suddenly.

"Yes?" I asked looking at him.

He stopped, so I did the same.

He looked a little nervous; avoiding my eye contact.

"Well?" I asked frowning a little. "What do you wish to speak to me of?"

Then he looked me in the eyes, "Did you enjoy our kiss?"

That question was so sudden, it took me off guard, "Oh…um…"

He waved the question off with his hand, "Don't trouble yourself, I know the answer anyway…"

"Boomer…" I started to say until he cut me off.

"I understand you disliked it," he said looking away. "I suppose if you kiss someone with no kissing experience, you should know that it shall be bad…"

"Boomer-" I tried to say again.

"I would not even want to kiss me!" he said throwing his hands up in the air. "Who would? I am the youngest of my brothers, probably the weakest…who would want to kiss me-"

"BOOMER!" I screamed, making him jump in surprise.

His eyes were wide, but slowly turned to a bit of an aggravated expression…

"Boomer, I loved our kiss," I said shaking my head at him. "It's just…"

"Just what? I'm not good enough for you?" he asked before thinking a little. "Or am I TOO good for you? Nah…"

"Boomer," I said again. "Your not too good for me, nor are you not good enough. It isn't you…it's…"

"It's what?" he asked. "Tell me…"

I looked him in the eyes, "I shan't…it's personal. Maybe in the future I shall tell you, but until then tis' a secret."

He nodded slowly, "Alright…but wait…you liked the kiss?"

I nodded smiling before leaning up to him, "I would also enjoy another, if that should be alright by you?"

He grinned and leaned down to kiss me.

It was a short kiss, but it was sweet nonetheless.

"Come on," he said pulling away, and taking my hand. "Let's go…"

I smiled, and we took off to his tent.

The men who cooked the food found some more pieces of ash to use for my pictures, and gave them to me. All of the men seemed to like me (in a proper manner of course, nothing romantically involved), so they would do almost anything for me. Not that I asked for much, of course.

I was busy drawing, while Boomer was busy reading a book that he had borrowed from Brick. I didn't even notice him walking towards me, if I had…I would have hidden the picture.

"Wow Bubbles," Boomer whispered over my shoulder, making me jump a little. "Is that me?"

I blushed, and refused to look at him, "Yes…"

He wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me into his warm chest softly. He leaned down, and laid his head on my shoulders.

I really did think he smelled like blueberries…

He turned his face towards mine, and even though I couldn't see his face…I knew he was grinning.

"May I keep it?" he whispered, making me shiver a little…and blush even more.

"Well…I suppose," I said. "I actually intended on it being for you…"

"Really?" he said smiling more. "Well I would be happy to acquire it…"

I giggled a little and looked at it, "Do you really think it is that well drawn?"

"No Bubbles, I KNOW it was that well drawn," he said laughing a little.

I turned to him, smiling.

"You have an amazing talent you know," he said. "I can do nothing more than paint…"

I gasped, "You can paint? I've always wanted the skill of painting, but for some strange reason…I find it much harder than drawing…"

"Really?" he said. "It's the other way around for me…"

I smiled, "Well, I'll draw things for you…and you shall paint things for me!"

He chuckled, "My pleasure, Bubbles."

Then he kissed my cheek lightly, "Come, it's getting late. You have permission to join me you know, I won't do anything improper…"

I turned red again, "Well I don't know…I mean…"

"It doesn't seem comfortable to sleep on the ground, with no blanket," he said, obviously concerned for me.

If I knew Boomer at all, he wasn't going to try anything. I could trust him.

I nodded, "Well alright…"

He smiled, and lifted up the blankets for me to join him.

I scooted up next to him, and realized just how comfortable this little mat was. It was like sleeping on a warm, blueberry scented cloud.

My eyes fluttered shut, and I lay there…smelling the sweet scent of blueberries.

"Comfortable?" he whispered wrapping his arm around my waist.

I leaned into him, smiling, "More than you'll ever know."

And I fell asleep.