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~Backseat serenade

little hand grenade

Oh, aren't you sick of sleeping alone?~

"Backseat Serenade" -All Time Low

He could stop. Of course he could. Any time he wanted to. Butch told himself this every time he gazed into her big, beautiful green eyes as she looked up at him. Every time their bodies connected in the most intimate of ways and his heart would lurch to beat in time with hers. Every time she would kiss him goodbye and make him swear not to speak a word to anyone. Or else.

Just a temporary distraction. Butch wouldn't mention the way his chest felt lighter when she was around. A warm body to spend the nights with. Or the fact that he had been sleeping considerably better since their first union.

His mind would spin these thoughts while he held her deceivingly delicate form to his in the cool air. Of course, he would never tell her that his heart said otherwise, or acknowledge it himself. That would be showing weakness, and the Rowdyruff Boys had none. Or next to it.

But, Butch would allow himself this small luxury. He and his brothers were certainly overdue for some happiness. Well, at least he was. Brick and Boomer could go fuck themselves. This one belonged to him.

Currently, the two were tangled together in a mess of limbs, jet black hair, and sheets. They had just partaken in yet another round of furious sex, and both were a little winded to break the silence that had covered them.

Buttercup was drawing shapes on his bare skin, a habit Butch noticed she would pick up when she had something to say. Yet today she stayed silent. He studied her for a moment.

Her lips were still swollen from his vicious assault on her, and he fought the urge to gnaw on them again. Her sleek hair was now wild and messy, a look Butch decided suited her. Shows me she's really feral after all. But he knew that already. Well, at least his dick sure did.

A lazy half smile ghosted his lips and he silently snickered, making Buttercup jump in surprise. Her face turned toward his, "And what's so funny all of the sudden, hmm?" Those raw lips frowned and her fists clenched, ready to clock him at any time.

Butch covered his eyes with his arm and laughed out loud this time. "You wouldn't know, you don't have one, Babe." He peeked out at her expression, and his laughter continued.

Buttercup felt her cheeks warm. "Fuck off with that." Shoving him aside, she got off of his chest and turned away from him, crossing her arms to give herself comfort. This was still fairly new to her, and sometimes she felt...shy. Mostly, his comments bounced off of her, not meaning anything other than some crude remark sexually active boys would say.

Today was different.

Not used to so much activity in her pelvic region, Buttercup was kind of sore. She had tried to make him go slow with her today, which he had obliged for the first few minutes of their rutting. But boys think with something other than their brains when a pretty girl is involved, and the sensuality dissolved into "My dick's wet, gotta go fast or I might just explode."

His laughter died down then. He was mildly offended at her subtle rejection of him. But he decided to play her game.

Butch poked her in the arm. "Hey, who's the best character in Mortal Kombat?" Ah, yes. A good beatemup question was the way to a woman's heart.

"Scorpion. But you knew that already." Buttercup stayed where she was, not in the mood for his dumb games.

Butch frowned. Normally his silly quizzes would at least get a smile out of her. She knew he liked seeing her in action, in more ways than one. So what the hell was up?

Grabbing her arm, he flipped her over to face him once again. "Alright Butterbabe. What's the matter?"

She scowled and lashed out with her legs, trying to kick him in the jewels. "I'm hurting you clueless bastard! Sex hurts sometimes for the girl! Not that you would know, seeing as you don't have one either!" Buttercup did smile a bit then, throwing his own words back at him.

He winced. "Shit dude, I didn't even realize-"

"No! You didn't!" She snapped at him. "Cuz you've been thinking with your schwaz instead of listening to the chick who's been oh-so-gracious to let you do all this fun shit to her body!"

Don't get her wrong, Buttercup enjoyed sex as much as Butch did, but being the receiver instead of the giver was not all sunshine and rainbows as Bubbles would say. Especially if she wasn't sufficiently lubed up for the event.

Butch gave a sheepish grin as he got off her. "Yeah, uh...I really am sorry about that. Can I get you something, uh, warm to put on your hips? Or anything?" Damn, he really was clueless about girls.

Buttercup perked up slightly. "Y'know, that does sound kind of nice. You, taking care of me, instead of impaling me on that monster." She smirked and cozied herself up in the soft pillows and blankets of the bed they were currently on. "Now, get to it Butch! Chop chop."

Rolling his eyes, Butch slinked off the bed like a tomcat, lithe yet full of muscle. He sighed on his way to the kitchen, trying to find a hot water bottle of sorts to give her. Secretly though, he was sort of excited about taking care of the Powerpuff. She was at his mercy, helpless almost.

Well, not quite.

He knew she was still a firecracker. The two could still go toe to toe in a battle if they ever wanted to, but fucking around like they were was a lot more enjoyable. And they were a lot less irritable to be around afterwards. A positive way to release energy, anyway.

And Butch would never tell her, but he did like having Buttercup around. Not only was he feeling more rested and energized during the day, but he actually started having dreams again.

Those had gone away the first time they died, and had mysteriously never returned when HIM had resurrected them. You never noticed how good you had it until you don't have it anymore.

No good, lucid, dreams where Butch could fight all he wanted-and win, no nightmares about teeth falling out and waking up in relief. It was just...an empty, dark void. He went to sleep, felt nothing for hours, woke up, repeat.

Enter Butterbabe stage left, and then bang! zoom! dreams were back!

Sort of.

Butch tried to recall his latest dream as he rummaged around the kitchen, knowing they had some kind of heated pack around here. His dreams were like watching a movie in a fishbowl. Sound was there, picture was there, he was there...but everything was muffled.

Clips and fragments raced through his mind, fuzzy images that struggled to snap to clarity. He saw a flash of green, pink...who was that? Butch could almost feel the rusty wheels of his once dreamless mind begin to turn again.

"Aha! There you are you dirty bitch!" He pulled out a box of heated patches, the largest you could get. Boomer was big on first aid, he probably would've been a nurse had he not gone into ceramics and art, so Butch knew they were always well-stocked on meds.

Butch peered into the box. Three left, but one would be fine for this purpose.

The dark haired Rowdyruff padded back into his room, not thinking about the risk he was taking by bringing Buttercup to his shared home. Boomer probably wouldn't say anything, but Brick? He could kiss his hair goodbye before Brick would singe it off in retaliation.

Somehow though, Buttercup was worth that. Not just for the sexual release but for her companionship, her snarky remarks, her smell, her aura. Butch relaxed around her, for once in his life he didn't have to gird his loins constantly.

"Ta-da! I'll tell ya, this is some quality shit right here. I once sprained my hamstring and Boom slapped one of these fuckers on and I felt like new the next day." Butch leapt onto the bed, jostling the ravenette girl to his side like a rag doll.

"Oof! Well, that's all fine and dandy but if you keep knocking me around like that you're going to need one for your face, you moron.." Buttercup stretched out her legs for her counterpart to apply the patch. "C'mon, getting old over here."

In one fluid motion, Butch removed the pad from its wrapping and slapped it with a loud smack! on Buttercup's skin. "What would you do without me Butterbutt?"

"Ow! Motherfucker!" She rubbed the tender area where he had slapped her. "That's two, one more outta you and I'm gone like vinyl Butchie boy." She glared at him. "How long does this thing take to work anyway?" It felt like nothing was happening.

Shrugging, Butch leaned back into the pillows and pulled her shoulders close to his body. "Don't know, just give it a sec, I promise you'll feel better soon. Have some goddamn patience I barely put it on you." He grabbed for the remote and flicked on the TV. "Then we can fuck some more."

Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Of course you'd be thinking about that and not about the wellbeing of your..." She paused.

Butch was flipping through channels and glanced at her. "What?"

She furrowed her eyebrows at him. "What exactly are we anyway? This," she gestured between them "whatever the fuck it is."

He snorted. "Bitch, we don't need any of that define the relationship bullshit." He pulled her in closer. "What we got is better than any words in any language. Can't define that shit, it's too good." He stated it like it was a matter of fact but Buttercup was confused. And embarrassed.

"Uh, well it sounds to me like you're getting too attached for your own good." She felt her cheeks burn. She hated it. "I think I should sleep alone for awhile." Buttercup made to get up and get dressed but the boy next to her grabbed her wrist.

Butch pulled her and pinned her down for the second time that day. "Hell no!" His green eyes flashed at her. "Fuck that, you and I both know perfectly well that we both function better after we've slept over. Don't I make you feel good Buttercup?" They were almost nose to nose.

She had the decency to blink at him. She opened her mouth, shut it, then opened it again. "Yeah."

He released his breath in a huff. His minty smell washed over the supergirl. "Then let yourself have it. Please, let yourself have a good thing. We don't know how much longer we'll be able to do this."

Well that was macabre. Buttercup scoffed. "Oh what the fuck ever, Butch. We can do this for as long as we want, it's not like anyone is going to stop us."

Butch sat up, straddling her waist. He raised a brow at her, "Oh yeah? Not even your sisters? Cuz I'm pretty sure that pink nightmare would have some very strong opinions about this." He grabbed her breast and gave it a gentle tug. It bounced back at him.

"Hands off until I say so, asshole!" Buttercup flipped their positions and held his arms over his head. "Believe it or not, my sisters actually have a lot more faith in you idiots than you think. Just ask little boy blue."

Butch tilted his head, not at all acknowledging the position he was now in. "Wha- Boomer?" His eyes widened when it clicked. "No fucking way. With Bubbles!?"

She scoffed. "No shit, Sherlock. You need to pay more attention to your surroundings dumbass. What, you thought he would go for walks to the farmer's market and the county fair by himself? In the rain?" She knocked on the side of his skull with her knuckles. "Use your noodle Rowdyruff! Of course those two are fucking together."

"Wait, they're fucking?" His eyes widened even more.

Buttercup gave him a look. Shaking her head, she said, "Lord have mercy, NO! They're just together! Not fucking! I was being expository, y'know. Some pizzazz. I swear all you think about is getting laid." She absentmindedly rubbed the area where the heated pad was stuck to her skin.

He followed the motion. "Hey, how is that feeling by the way? Any better? Can I put my pizzazz in yours?" His eyebrows bounced suggestively.

"It does feel better, I'll leave it on for a while. Maybe take a bath later." She ignored his other comment.

"Ooh, like a fun bath? Like a sexy bath? Can I be your plus one?" He winked at her, somewhat teasing but also very serious at the same time.

Buttercup looked at Butch then. Really looked at him. His dark hair was messy from their previous activities. Damn, it was long. Almost grazing the tip of his chin at this point. He must have sliced it with a razor, since the layers were pointed and wispy, a true Butch look for sure. Some of his baby hairs were sticking straight up and Buttercup smirked at the sleepy impression they gave him.

Next up were his eyes. God, it should be a crime to have eyes as beautiful as he did. Dark green, like the Amazon rainforest, but clear as a spring well, they drew her in. His dark eyelashes made him look like some kind of lady boy. It almost hurt to look at him, he was too pretty.

Buttercup's electric eyes traveled to his skin, and followed the dark lines that wrapped his skin. Tattoos. "What do your tattoos mean?" She traced them on his shoulders.

Butch jumped slightly. Her fingers were cold. "Oh, uh. Yeah I'll give you a lil tour. The one on my left shoulder is a pentagram, because like it or not we've got connections to that fucker downstairs. Reminder of where I came from and not to forget." He then pointed to his bicep. "Candle burning at both ends, reminds me to pace myself...ghost, because ghosts are cool..." He then moved over to his right arm. "Bleeding heart because I do have one and it uh, hurts sometimes." Butch glanced at the girl before him. "And my armband, for my brothers when we died." His fingers touched his forearm where the black stripe was.

She tipped her head. "And the one on your side?"

"Oh yeah! That's a stag skull. I like deer, feel like they're my spirit animal." He rubbed the skin. "I want more, a lot more, but it's a start." Butch turned his attention to Buttercup. "You got any?"

She snorted. "I fucking wish, the professor would crucify me if I ever did that shit."

Butch's face split into a smile. "Shit dude, we gotta go get one then!" He leapt out of bed, his naked body stretching in the air. "Get up Butterbitch, we're going to the tattoo parlor." He gathered her clothes from the pile beside the bed and threw them at her, hitting her face.

"What the fu-hey!" She rubbed her cheek where the button of her pants had nicked her. "Hello? Earth to dumbass? What part of 'skin me alive' don't you understand?"

"Since when do you listen to what people tell you to do, huh?" Butch stated as he rolled his eyes. He pulled on his shirt and then snapped his fingers. "Hurry, these places don't stay open all day, y'know."

Buttercup thought for a moment. She had always wanted a tattoo, but those weren't cheap and she wasn't sure what she wanted. "Fuck it." She sighed as she began to dress herself.

Half an hour later, the pair was standing in a hot pink room flipping through a book of flash art from various artists. Butch had found a piece he liked right away, a traditional skull piece that would go on his thigh, nothing too big.

The Powerpuff Girl wasn't having as much luck. "I just don't really vibe with any of these..." She grumbled as she flipped through the books for the fourth time. "Whatever, I'll just watch you get yours for now."

Butch shook his head. "That's not the plan, we're both leaving with something or we don't leave at all."

"Uhh, pretty sure that's not how that works smartass." Buttercup rolled her eyes as a girl with bright blue hair walked up to them.

"Soooo, did you guys find any flash you liked?" Her high squeaky voice asked.

"I have, nothing for the little lady yet. Any suggestions?" Butch threw an arm around Buttercup's shoulders, making her scowl.

The bluenette studied Buttercup for a moment. "You're Buttercup from the Powerpuff Girls aren't you?"

The green-eyed girl winced, preparing for the onslaught of adoring fangirl energy. But it never came. "Uhh...yeah." She scratched the back of her head. "Guess I'm indecisive."

Bluey waved her hand. "Don't worry! Everyone is for their first tattoo. But I do have a neat idea if you're interested?" She flipped through the books, searching. "Here it is! Whatcha think?" She held out a drawing for Buttercup to inspect.

The design was small, and very delicate looking. Yet there was a certain strength in the details. It was of three flowers, no bigger than her palm all together. "Flowers?" Buttercup's eyes slid to Bluey's.

"Yup! They're, ah, buttercups." She gave the superhuman a cheeky smile. "Now I know what you think, what the fuck, right? Too on the nose? But they're beautiful little guys, and those suckers are hardy too. Grow almost anywhere and survive anything. Kinda like...you?"

Butch's eyes rose. "Not bad, chick. I think it's kinda rad." He looked to see her reaction.

To everyone's surprise, Buttercup cracked a smile. "You know what? Yeah, I can dig it." Her eyes met the other girl's. "Let's fucking do this." She pulled out the money the professor had given her for winning family fame night.

"I still have no clue how the hell you didn't even bleed!" Butch whined again as he gingerly sat on the bed. "My leg hurts like a motherfucker and you're not even red anymore? Come on!"

Buttercup just laughed. "Face it Butch, I'm just better at getting a tattoo than you." She lightly touched the plastic wrapped part of her upper arm that was now home to a beautiful black and grey buttercup tattoo. It mildly throbbed, but nothing she hadn't felt before. "Among other things."

Butch stopped tapping his fresh ink and looked at her. "Ohh really? Care to put some money on those words? Or are you all puff and no power?" An evil smile graced his features.

She stretched, wincing slightly as the raw skin tightened. "No gambling today Butch. I'm in a good mood, and I'd like to keep it that way, if you don't mind. Ready for some food and a nap though." To prove her point she let out a long yawn.

Butch watched the girl who gifted him with dreams. She was like a hurricane, fierce and swift. She would knock you on your ass before you could think twice. It wasn't fair how much he thought about her. He patted the bed next to him. "How about sleep first, then food? I'm beat all of the sudden, tattoos take it out of you."

Buttercup crawled into the space next to him and actually cozied up beside his body. "Fine, fine, but you're cooking this time. I made rigatoni for you and you didn't even say thank you." She gave his nose a flick. Her eyelids lowered.

Taking a chance, Butch kissed her forehead and rubbed her arm, careful of her fresh tattoo. "You go it babe. I have a mean Chinese food place on speed dial."

He could almost feel her roll her eyes against his chest. "Whatever, as long as you feed me." Her breathing slowed, her heartbeat just as strong.

Butch closed his eyes too. "You'll never go hungry with me, promise." He had a good feeling a dream would come to him this time.