More Bunny for ya! :)

I really apologize for the late updates. I've been struggling with a lot of personal issues.:'( I know I said that last time, but things have been worse. Help?

I have no idea where I'm going with this, so bare with me. And NOBODY is getting the underlying messages! GAH! TOO MUCH PRESSURE! And I honestly am in need of some ideas for where to go with this. I feel like it's dragging on and on and on. Please give me opinions in your reviews. It means a lot! :3 I also think I might add a heavy make-out session in here, just because I need pratice on them. So prepare for some paragraphs of it!~

And, I hope you all like my little one-shot!:) I'm planning on making a ton more, perhaps some Creek, too :D(mainly because me and my super best friend are Craig and Tweek, and I'm Craig. She's addicted to coffee XD)

Enjoy, my little friends.

Kenny's POV

I stand with Butters as we watch Stan and Kyle walk off. We see their hands eventually come together, and I can't help but smile. We've all been waiting forever for them to start to go out. We all knew they would, eventually.

I snap out of my daze, and look over at Butters. As cute as Stan and Kyle are together, Butters is even cuter. The way he smiles at me when I gaze into his eyes. The way he's nervous about kissing me in front of people. My favourite thing about him is how he acts so innocent, and while he is in a way, he lets everything out when he's around me. He's not shy about everything. He doesn't act awkward after we kiss. It's perfect.

I realise that somehow, without thinking, I followed Butters into the living room. I look at him to see him sitting on the couch, giving me a funny look.

"What?" I ask.

"You've been standing there, smiling, for a few minutes now! What's up?" Butters asks me, also smiling.

I don't bother to respond. What better way to tell him I've been thinking about him then a kiss? Or, shall I say, making out. I quickly move to the cough, wrapping my arms around his neck and putting my knees on either side of him. I lunge my head forward, catching his lips in a long, spontaneous kiss.

Eventually, we pull apart. I frown, afraid that this might be the end of our kissing, but am surprised when Butters pushes me forward, climbing atop me. He places his lips upon mine, sucking on my button lip. This makes me crazy. I moan his name, for him to deepen the kiss.

I feel his hands make his way up my shirt. I wrap my arms around him, letting my fingres play with his hair. I feel him smile into the kiss, and I do the same. I decide it's my turn to have a little fun.

I flip ourselves over, making it so I'm on top. We do the same as before, but after a moment, I decide to change things up even more. I manage to pick up up, letting him wrap his legs around my waist. Our lips never part, and I want it to stay that way. I press his back against the wall, letting him stay wrapped around me.

After minutes of pure bliss, we're interrupted by something that sounds like a car door slamming.

"What the fudge?" Butters head shoots up.

"I think that's your grandmother," I say, letting Butters down.

I walk towards the door to investigate, and sure enough, I see Butters' grandmother walking towards the door.

"Come on," I say to Butters while grabbing his hand, leading him up to his room. His grandmother can't see us like this. Our hair is messed, our faces flushed. There is also another -erm- reason, but that is something I'd rather not mention.

We hear Butters' grandmother call to us saying that she's home.

"Okay," we both yell back in unison.

I look over to see Butters sitting next to me on his bed. His face is still flushed, and I have to say, it looks adorable.

"You're cute," I compliment.

"I know I am," he jokes. "What's on your mind?"

"Other then you? Nothing," I tell him. "How about you?"

"I want to go home."

"What? Why?" He cannot go home. I can't let him be in danger.

"I miss Mom," he tells me. "I know Dad is awful, but I really miss my house, my room, my stuff. I don't have anything here!"

"You have me," I say, leaning back on the bed.

I rest my head on a comfy, white pillow. I shut my eyes, waiting to hear Butters' southing voice. Instead, I feel him lay next to me. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around him, letting him cuddle up to me.

"I know, but I don't want to stay here. It's not fair that I can't go back home!"

"Butters, you realise that if you go home your dad would literally kill you?" I say, wanting to scare him into staying.

He shuts his eyes tight like he was just hit. I suddenly feel bad. I could have reminded him about what his dad does.

"I'm sorry," I whisper.

"You know, you're right. I don't want to go home. Maybe something will happen that drives Dad over the edge, and he could get arrested. Maybe Mom would leave him. Maybe something will happen if I stay that changes everything."

I smile, snuggling into Butters. "I love you," I whisper, letting my head rest atop his.

"I love you, too," he tells me.

I want to stay right here, in this position, for the rest of my life. Nothing could ever be more perfect then this.

I think this may have been a bit too fluffy? I'm going to do somethings to move the plot forward soon, prolly next time, but yeah. Sorry about the filler, but fluffy is good, right?:D