Part two picks up right where the last part ended. Thank you for your patience!

Gripping onto the neck of a bottle, Buttercup sat atop the dining room table, with her arms draped over Butch's shoulders. He was standing between her legs, hands in her back pockets, as she swayed to the beat of the music.

Buttercup didn't wear tight pants often, since they tended not to be comfortable. Parties she almost always wore skinny jeans to, though. Tonight she was rocking a pair of black ones, both of the knees were ripped to shreds, as hers often were. If she was going to be wearing something so form fitting, she at least liked to have some air flow. If the pants she bought didn't have holes already in them then she usually just ripped into them herself. These ones had come with small holes that had wound up substantially more tattered over the years. The hole over her left knee went from her upper thigh to just below her kneecap and the other one about half the size, directly over her knee. She decided to go for an all black look that night. Pairing them with a plain black tank top that showed off her toned arms and just a peek of her cut stomach, which had been driving Butch crazy all night. Lastly she had worn her plain black docs, which were still her favorite shoes after almost three years. Her hair as always was a tousled mess, if it wasn't already that way to begin with, then it would've ended up that way eventually from Butch.

"Have I ever told you how unbelievably phat your ass is?" He practically growled at her, squeezing her through her pockets. She rolled her eyes, laughing, and moved one of her arms from around him, bringing the liquor to her lips. When the bottle started getting lower, she stopped pouring shots and just claimed it as her own, now she took swigs straight from the tequila bottle.

She was feeling really good from the alcohol and the familiar feeling of drunken arousal was fast approaching. Butch was obviously feeling some type of way too because when she titled her head back to swallow the drink, he reached up to trail his fingers along her swallowing neck. She pulled the bottle away from her lips and licked the tip suggestively, staring into his lecherous green eyes, before pushing it against his lips. He took a long swig and then immediately brought his mouth to nibble and nip at her bottom lip.

"I wanna be alone with you." She said, into his neck. He raised an eyebrow and looked around the party. They weren't going to find any privacy here, most likely.. There were a ton of people and the place was on the smaller side to begin with.

He thought for a minute and then remembered a place that he'd found when he used to live in Viletown for a while, it wasn't that far, not that it would take them long to get anywhere anyway. "Wanna go for a walk?" He held out his hand and she smiled, taking it and hopping off the table.

Boomer held the hand of his very happy girlfriend, weaving in between the clusters of people, making their way to the main room. Bubbles wanted to dance and Boomer was more than happy to be the one to do it with her. After all, that's what had brought them together like this in the first place.

They got to the middle of the room, where everyone was dancing and grinding on one another and Bubbles blushed as he yanked her close. She didn't really listen to hip hop but she could dance to anything and it did have the right beat for it.

She felt like she was on top of the world. As they moved, their bodies were perfectly in sync with each other. So close to the speaker, the music thumping was chaotic, sending vibrations throughout them. Her back was to his front, they moved their hips in time with the song, moving and swaying along. After a few songs she was starting to pant. She turned her head and kissed him over her shoulder. After a minute, he swiveled her all the way around, holding her tightly as their kissing became more intense.

She pulled away from his lips ever so slightly, smiling wide. "I have a crush on you Boomer." When he opened his mouth to respond, his attention was stolen from the blonde beauty in front of him, as a man came flying between them. Their inhuman reflexes kicked in and they both backed up before they were hit.

The dark haired guy smashed into a shelf, sending the whole thing toppling down along with everything on it. Bubbles gasped and was about to help him up, but he was quickly back on his feet and in the face of the taller man that had thrown him. "What's your fucking problem man?!" He yelled over the music. Everyone in the living room stopped dancing and was watching interestedly.

"You're my fucking problem, actually." The tall one said. "Shouldn't have fucking sold me knock offs, if you didn't wanna get your ass beat. Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" He shoved him again, but this time he had a better stance and maintained his ground.

"I didn't do shit. You must have me mixed up with someone else." The tall one scoffed loudly and while he was distracted the dark haired guy swung on him, hitting him in the jaw. This time the tall guy stumbled back, knocking into a group of girls, who pushed him off. Everyone started cheering, egging on the fight, and now there was a small mosh pit forming as the man was shoved between different groups of people.

Bubbles watched horrified, "Should we do something?" She turned to Boomer. He simply shrugged in response. "Won't the police come?" She asked.

Boomer scrunched his nose and laughed. She was so innocent and good natured, it still surprised him sometimes. "Uh, no. Er not exactly Bubs. That kinda thing is rare around here. Nobody is going to call 5-0 and even if someone did.. it's unlikely that they would respond unless it was really serious."

Bubbles furrowed her brows in confusion. "I don't understand.." She said, as she watched the two guys throwing punches and pushing each other throughout the room. Everyone else was excited, nobody did anything to try and stop them. Bubbles saw blood gush from the dark haired guy's nose, it looked like it was broken and severely busted up. The other guy didn't look much better, a black eye had already formed and he had a cut across his cheek. She couldn't stand it anymore. Townsville or not she was still a good person and felt terrible for letting it go on as long as it did.. it had just escalated so rapidly.

Without a word, she stepped between them, separating them. She grabbed both of them by the collars of their shirts and drug them outside. Boomer, surprised as he was, went too, not knowing what she was planning. The rest of the party goers were confused and booed for a moment before they seemingly forgot and went back to dancing.

Once outside, she pulled them around to the side yard, they were both shocked, not knowing who she was or what was going on. She stopped when she got to the side of the house, away from everyone else, and let them go. Boomer stayed a good distance back, letting her have her space. The music was too loud for him to hear, but he watched curiously.

As soon as she let them go they tried to attack each other again. Huffing, her eyes began to glow, showing them that she meant business if they didn't knock it off. Irritatedly, they stood apart, sending death glares at one another. "What's the issue boys?" She asked, "I'm not leaving until this is settled."

"Who the fuck even are you?!" The dark haired guy asked, annoyed.

She laughed, "Oops sorry." She stuck out her hand, "I'm Bubbles."

The two men shared a puzzled look at each other. Who the fuck was this girl. "Uh okay.." He finally shook her hand, in disbelief, while looking her up and down. The other guy did the same. Boomer, watching from the side lines cocked his head, also very confused about what was going on. As much as he wanted to get closer, to know, he was having a hilarious time watching with no context.

"It's rude to not introduce yourselves, after I told you my name." She said, scrunching her nose. Where were their manners?

"My name's Harvey Lee." The tall one said.

"And mine's Josh Hives."

Harvey turned to Josh and raised a brow, "Hives?!" He asked, confused. "Someone told me you were Josh Haven."

Josh looked taken aback, "I know that scumbag. Nah that ain't me! Who the fuck told you that?"

"Some chick who was here earlier, she left a while ago." Harvey explained. "Shit man, my bad. I only swung because I thought you were the dude that sold me this bullshit." He pulled a tied up white baggie out of his pocket and Bubbles eyes went wide.

"No, that wasn't me. I don't fuck with that shit." He laughed. "Whatever man, don't sweat it. It was kinda fun anyway. Haven't had a good brawl in a minute."

They both laughed, "Yeah me neither. You fucked my face up!"

Bubbles was the confused one now. The people in this town were so odd. She stuck her hand out, "Uh, could I have that?" She asked nicely, gesturing to the bag.

Harvey looked down at the bag and then raised a brow to her, "Oh.. You like to party?" He smiled, suggestively, before handing it to her.

She just laughed, taking it. "Alrighty you're free to go, but behave." She warned.

"What about my-" she shot him a look and he dropped it. The two guys walked away from the party together, heading for the street. Bubbles examined the bag. The guys passed Boomer.

"She was fucking hot!"

"A little too strong for my tastes… But definitely."

"I feel you there, man… Hey, you wanna get a burger?"

Boomer's jaw fell open and he was stunned in place for a minute before he finally went to Bubbles' side. "I'm almost positive that you're made of magic." He beamed at her. "You're incredible." He really meant it. He'd never met such a loving and caring person in all his life. Bubbles smiled back, kissing him and then he noticed the bag in her hands. He hadn't been able to tell what it was from a distance before. "Is that-" He cut himself off, knowing that she wouldn't know the details anyway. She just knew it was drugs, and that's all that mattered.

"What should I do with it? Take it to the cops?" She asked.

He shook his head and took it from her, heading into the house to dump it down the toilet. "I'll take care of it."

She followed him back to the heart of the party. "I want another drink!"

Not wanting to step back into the party that she'd never even wanted to come to in the first place, Blossom and Brick stayed on the roof. They could hear the party roaring beneath them but they weren't paying much attention.

She didn't need to forgive him since she truly wasn't upset with him, she had just needed a little while to cool down after seeing the Punks. After she was plenty cool, she needed to be warmed back up, and that's when she turned to Brick. Her leaning on him had eventually turned to her laying on him, and now they were full on making out.

He unzipped the jacket that he'd given her, and his hands moved atop her thin black dress. His hands went to the shredded fabric hanging off her stomach, his fingers slid through, gently roaming over her skin.

"She didn't actually cut me. Just my dress." Blossom laughed, with an eye roll.

Brick smirked. "Yeah, I see that.. Sorry about the dress, but… I'm not gonna lie.. It looks fucking hot all cut up."

"Pervert." She scoffed, smiling.

"Only for you." He pulled her lips back to his, wrapping himself around her more. A few simple words from his mouth and she was jello. Jello with a wildly beating heart.

A good amount of time passed, she wasn't paying it any mind, busy with Brick.

She jumped unexpectedly when she heard the loud, unmistakable sound of her hotline watch going off. "Oh no." She was already standing. Bubbles came stumbling out of the house with Boomer and Blossom and Brick landed with them on the ground.

"Let's go saaave Townsville!" Bubble cried out, laughing. She took about two steps and held out her hands to balance herself.

Blossom's eyes went wide. "Bubbles you're trashed. There's no way you're going!" Her eyes began quickly darting around the outside of the party. "Where's Buttercup?"

"Haven't seen her in foreveeeer!" Bubbles slurred happily, before turning to Boomer and pulling him in for a spur of the moment make out session.

Blossom scoffed. "Boomer, take her back to yours please?" She asked, pulling out her cell. "Make sure she doesn't fall asleep on her back!"

She hit Buttercup's speed dial and tapped her foot impatiently, glancing at her watch. She needed to get going.

"Hey sis!" Buttercup answered, way too cheerily.

Blossom put her thumb and finger to her temples. "Where are you? There's an emergency!" There was shuffling around on the other end and then laughter. "Buttercup!"

She scoffed. "I can't go, I'm fucking druuunk. Finally!" She yelled so loud, Blossom had to move the phone from her ear. "Take one of the others!" Then the line went dead.

'One of the others?!' Blossom's jaw dropped. Did Buttercup even know who she was talking to? Bubbles was giggling hysterically to the side of her. Quickly, she tapped on her message thread with Buttercup and texted:

You're with Butch right? Stay safe. Text me when you get home!

"Okay." She sighed, directing her attention to Brick. "I'll text you." Then she took off without any further hesitation, heading back for Townsville.

Brick stared for a moment, before sighing. "Like fuck you're going alone." His red streak quickly caught up to her own pink one.

Flying over Townsville, it was immediately obvious where the attack was. There was a giant flying insect hovering over the outskirts of the city, it was looking for citizens. Being after midnight, there were few people actually out, thankfully. Blossom saw that it was about to shoot a web at one straggling person mindlessly walking to his car, and she let out a high pitched scream to get it's attention on her instead. It fired at Blossom, missing as she dived out of the way.

Brick snuck up behind it, tearing into it's hard shell with his lasers, they sliced through it but then quickly the damage was repaired. "What the hell?" Blossom heard him and flew to his side, moving steadily to keep from being blasted by the webbing. "It repaired itself."

She sighed. "Haven't seen that in a while." They both flew out of the way as another web flew towards them. "These webs are getting annoying fast." Brick laughed. "Okay. We have to try and keep damage to the city as minimal as possible." She bit the inside of her cheek, while she thought.

"What if we lure it to the grassland?" He nodded to a massive empty field, at the edge of town.

She smiled, happy to take his suggestion. "Okay, we'll lure it over there, and then try to cut off it's wings." Brick nodded and they both started flying for the empty land, away from the city. The insect followed them away just as planned, but it was faster than they thought.

Brick fired another laser, at it's wing this time, slicing it clean off. After it was completely removed, it couldn't grow back. It was starting to get mad and decided to try a physical attack instead of wasting it's time with webbing again. Flapping it's last wing wildly, to hold the weight of its body, it unexpectedly whipped Brick hard with an antenna, ripping through his shirt and leaving a thick bloody welt. He stumbled back, in the air, trying to ignore the pain, through grit teeth.

Blossom flew up and cut off it's other wing, just as it caught her by the ankle with a web, still attached to the monster they both began plummeting to the ground from hundreds of feet in the air. The insect reached out and sliced through her stomach, tearing Brick's jacket to shreds in the process. Brick flew down to catch her, but she lasered through the web and freed herself before she hit the ground. She landed with Brick next to her. She looked down at her stomach, dripping in shiny, red blood and bit her lip, glancing back up at him. "Sorry about your jacket." She said, taking off again, "I'll get you a new one!"

He rolled his eyes, with a smirk and followed after her. The monster had halted when it hit the ground, digging itself into a crater. But it twitched back into action as they approached. She hoped that the fall had been enough to kill it, but it's shell was harder than she realized. Blossom froze the antenna before it thwacked into Brick's shoulder. But when she tried to freeze the rest of it, it wouldn't hold. It reached its claw out and struck Blossom across her hip right as Brick shot his fire out full blast. The heat was too much and the giant insect blackened to a crisp instantly, it's ashes raining down into the grass in front of them.

As soon as it was dead and gone, Blossom sighed in relief. She was immediately at Brick's side, inspecting the insane welt peeking through his torn shirt. She swallowed, looking at it made her heart hurt. "Sorry that you had to get involved in this.." She looked down.

He touched her chin gently, making her look into his soft red eyes. "I chose to come on my own. You have no reason to be sorry." He kissed her. When she took a step back, they heard a tearing sound. "Uh Bloss.." Brick said, glancing down, noticing her side. Her eyes quickly darted to her hip. The slash to her hip had connected with the multiple lengthy cuts that she'd gotten on her stomach that night and her dress was torn basically in two. The bottom half hung loosely off her hips, only connected from the back. From the front it looked like she was wearing a very short cropped top and a very loose mini skirt. But the worst part, was that the threads holding her skirt together at the side where her hip was cut, were hanging on for dear life, one more step and it was going to fall open. Her underwear had also been completely cut at that side. The jacket that she still wore was doing little to help, as it had also been shredded.

She buried her face in her hands, for a moment and then began laughing. "Well.. I can honestly say that this has never happened before."

Brick stared at her in disbelief. Then he walked over to her and ripped the threads of her skirt, letting the fabric fall open. They were both thankful that they were out of the city, or she would've been tomorrow's headline. He grabbed the two ends of her panties and tied them in a knot and then tried his best to do the same to the skirt, but that didn't work out as well. Now the skirt was pulled up at her left hip and exposing the front of her underwear. He stepped back to examine her and laughed. She did too. "You know if you weren't covered in blood right now.. You'd look extra sexy like this." He smirked. "You do still look exceptionally hot by the way.."

She bit her lip, and stepped closer to him. placing a hand on his abs. "So do you." She kissed him. She raised an eyebrow as he pulled his shirt over his head. Then he removed the jacket she was wearing and slipped the t-shirt over the top of her dress. Now she was covered enough to make it home, since his shirt was big on her, it was basically a dress. He put on the ripped up jacket, to cover what he could, of his bare chest and they both burst into laughter.

Buttercup and Butch had made it to the place he wanted to take her. It was a long since abandoned building that had once been an indoor community pool. The outside of the building was covered in overgrown greenery. It was secluded with no other buildings nearby and the windows and door had been boarded up so no vandals could get in. Butch tore a board from a window on the side of the building and went through to inspect the place, with Buttercup following behind. It was just as he remembered.

The pool had been drained and was now completely empty and clean aside from the bugs, spider webs and some dirt. The rest of the building was pretty much the same way, except for the random pieces of furniture or equipment that had been left behind.

"This place is really cool." Buttercup said louder than she meant to, being drunk.. the echo didn't help either. She covered her mouth. "Oops." And then took another swig of alcohol, from the bottle she'd brought along.

Butch laughed, "Nobody can hear us. We're in the middle of nowhere." She smiled and leaned into his back, hugging him from behind.

"Let's check out the locker rooms." She hopped on his back. "I wanna ride you." She said, suggestively.

He smirked and carried her to the back of the building and set her down once they were in front of the showers. "You shouldn't say things that you don't mean." He bit his lip, eyeing her lustfully.

"Wouldn't dream of it." She set her bottle of tequila down, then wrapped her arms around his neck and backed him into the bench. When he felt the back of his legs hit the bench, he sat down, pulling her into his lap. She kissed him like she was starving for his taste. Their lips quickly began to bruise but neither cared. Butch moved his mouth to her neck, wanting desperately to mark her up, to remind her that she was his. He pulled her tank top so it was resting above her breasts, she wasn't wearing a bra. His mouth drifted down to her chest. She moaned in pleasure as he sullied her chest with hickies, finally moving to her boobs. He grabbed the left one, tugging playfully on her nipple and caressed it while bringing his lips to the right one. He sucked on her nipple, gently biting at it and then moved his mouth a little further up, leaving a large hickey on her upper boob. Her hands were all over him, moving from his chest, to the back of his neck and through his hair.

When she felt him start to stiffen beneath her, her eyes widened a little and she started gently grinding herself against him, he let out a hitched breath. She pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. Her own shirt was still pulled up, revealing her perfect breasts. Her pupils were huge, taking up almost her whole eye. Not only was she a little drunk, but she was also fully aroused and staring into the eyes of someone she really wanted. She slithered her hands up his neck and leaned into him, pressing her breasts against him and bringing her lips to his ear. "Butch. Fuck me."

His eyes shot open, his heart was beating out of his chest, and she could feel that he was fully hard now. Her hand went to his crotch, rubbing the length of him, though his pants. She licked his neck, kissing him up and down. "I want you."

Butch was completely frozen, until she bit her lip and started unbuttoning his pants. With every ounce of his being, he had to force himself to grab her wrist. "Buttercup.." He swallowed harder than he ever had in his life. "You don't know how fucking bad I want you..." She stopped fiddling with his pants, still staring at him with wanting eyes. "But you're drunk." He rubbed his face.

"I'm barely even drunk." She laughed, pulling his hands away from his face and wrapping them around her.

He sighed, "I don't want you to regret this tomorrow. It would literally kill me."

"Butch, I'm not a random drunk girl. I'm your girlfriend, and I love you." She kissed him.

He kissed her back, deeply. He had said it to her before but she'd never said it back. And although he absolutely meant it when he told her he loved her previously, he had never said it again since then. He knew that it was way too soon and didn't want to scare her. He groaned. "I love you too, Cupcake.. You're making this even harder..." He pouted.

"Okay.. " She said, still smiling. She started moving her hands back to his groin. "How about something else then?" His eyes went wide again, but he let her pull his pants down. She pulled him out through the top of his boxers and began stroking him. As soon as he felt her touch, his entire body relaxed aside from his heart, which was hammering nonstop. Making sure he was nice and hard, she slid off his lap and onto her knees on the ground.

"Buttercup, are you sure you want-" He asked nervously, still nearly moaning at her touch. His brain was malfunctioning, making it harder to think straight.

She looked up at him, "I want to." She raised an eyebrow. "If you don't want it-"

"Of course I want it!" His voice was verging on desperate, while trying so hard to do the right thing. As soon as he said it her mouth closed around him and everything else faded into the background.

Buttercup had never done this before, it never even crossed her mind before Butch.. But she'd wanted to try it with him for a while now. She did whatever came naturally, taking what she'd heard or seen over the years into consideration. She kept one hand at the base, moving it along with her mouth. He was far too much for her to try to take on with only her mouth right now. Her tongue swirled around, spelling her name out along his shaft. He gripped onto the bench and groaned out in satisfaction, so she figured she must be doing something right. Greedily she wanted to hear even more, his sounds were unbelievably sexy. So she moved her hand down a bit lower and took him in deeper, as far as she could.

Feeling so much of her right throat constricting around him he moaned loudly. She continued moving up and down around him, quickening her pace significantly as she started getting the hang of it. "Fuuuck." It was the single hottest thing she'd ever heard, causing her to moan into him. Her moaning during, turned him on even more "Fuck... Buttercup." He put his hand to the back of her head, not to force her down but to gently feel as she kept going back for more. He gripped a handful of her hair and she moaned loudly, sending vibrations down her throat. "I'm gonna cum baby." He let go of her, not knowing what she wanted to do, but she kept going, letting him finish in her mouth.

When she lifted off, she looked up at him. His head was tilted up, leaning against the wall and his face was one of pure elation. When she saw how blissful he looked she felt her heart pang. He was frozen for a long moment. When he finally got ahold of himself and looked at her, she raised a brow curiously. "Nobody's ever called me baby before."

He fixed his clothes, waiting for his heart to slow down. "Er- Sorry, It slipped." He took a deep breath. "But Buttercup that was.. just.. fuck."

She bit back her smile, as he wrapped his strong arms around her again. "I don't mind…" Her voice was so quiet it was almost inaudible. "As long as we're alone." It took him a second to figure out what she meant.

He kissed her cheek, lingering near her ear. "Okay baby." He whispered. It sent an excited shiver down her spine. She would never admit to anyone how much she secretly liked it.

Bubbles and Boomer had already been lying in bed for a little while, having left the party as soon as Blossom and Brick took off. He felt bad for letting Bubbles drink too much, but her buzz had kicked in out of nowhere. She was feeling much better now though, she was lying sleepily on his chest, but her mind wouldn't let her rest just yet. She lay there, smiling to herself in the dark. "Boomer, are you still awake?" She whispered.

"Yeah," he turned and kissed her forehead. "I'm up."

She nuzzled into him more. "Earlier.. in the bathroom… That was-" She bit her lip. "It felt sooo good." A huge grin appeared on his face. "I can't wait to do more stuff with you." She rubbed her leg against his.

Now the anticipation was really killing him. Didn't she realize how little it took to get guys worked up? "I can't either Bubs, I had a lot of fun earlier." He threw his arm around her and she giggled.

After a while, they heard the front door open and Bubbles jumped out of bed, wearing only one of Boomer's long t-shirts and went out to greet Buttercup and Butch.

"Buttercup, I've been worried about you. Have you messaged Bloss?"

Buttercup untied her boots, leaving them by the front door and approached her sister. "Not yet." She shook her head. "Uh, nice outfit." She wiggled her brows, suggestively.

Butch nodded to Bubbles and disappeared into his bathroom to clean himself up. Boomer was still lying in bed waiting for Bubbles to come back.

Bubbles silently squealed. "I have to tell you something." She mouthed.

Buttercup bit her lip, "Me too." Bubbles nodded to the front door and they quietly went out to talk, floating to the ground below.

"You first!" Bubbles was too excited about Buttercup's news to share first.

Buttercup rolled her eyes, "It's no big deal, but.. I just went down on Butch." Buttercup was definitely not shy about sharing personal things with her sisters, especially with Bubbles. She knew she wouldn't judge her, she was always just as excited herself.

Bubbles bounced around a few times before hugging her. "Yay! Did you love it? Did he love it?" Her eyes were wide with wonder.

"Yes and yes." She tried to hold back her grin the best she could. "He's fucking massive! But nevermind that, what's your news?"

Bubbles laughed and then glanced back at the house before stepping closer to Buttercup. "Boomer actually… went down on me." She said, both happily, needing to share it and also slightly embarrassed having to say it out loud to her sister.

Now Buttercup's eyes went wide. "He did not! For real?"

Bubbles nodded rapidly. "It was heaven on earth." She whispered.

"Did you ask him to? Boomer is just so… idunno. Nice? He doesn't seem like the type."

Bubbles shook her head. "It was his idea. At the party actually. He just took control… it was so hot." She fanned herself, in memory.

"Way to go, Boomer." She said approvingly.

Bubbles hugged her sister again, this time she hugged back. "Okay let's get back Inside, before they wonder where we are.. also, it's freezing out here!" They floated back to the house.

Buttercup smirked, "I'm sure Boomer would be happy to warm you up." The blonde puff giggled, opening the door.

"Text Blossom please!"

"I just need to stop by my place real quick and get a change of clothes." Brick said, looking down at his ridiculous appearance. Blossom snickered. They could see Brick's house from where they stood. Okay I'll wait for you outside.

They zipped through the sky, and got there moments later. She waited, while he took off. Much to her surprise though, he didn't go to the door, but instead flew around to his bedroom window. She rolled her eyes, holding onto her arms tightly. She was absolutely freezing, wearing nothing but a thin shirt.

Brick had left his window unlocked before they left for the party, knowing he would need to come back and get some things. He didn't want the others to know he was staying with Blossom, not that it was much of a secret anymore but still, it was nobody's business. Carefully sliding the window open all the way, he climbed in. He figured they would think he was already in his room, sleeping or something. He spent so much time there anyway and his brothers usually left him alone, especially when their girls were over. Just in case, he decided to turn his light on, so they would see it under the door. Then he locked it from the inside and packed a few things, quickly, knowing Blossom was freezing outside.

Back at her place, she and Brick floated upstairs to her room, quickly stripping off their tattered clothes and tossing them straight into the trash can. Luckily Brick's pants hadn't taken any damage or managed to get any blood on them. They both stood there in their underwear, covered in still wet blood.

"You can shower first." She offered, sorry that she had gotten him into this mess in the first place.

He flashed her a devious smile, "We could always shower together.. save some water… help the environment."

She looked down at herself, she WAS dripping blood all over the wood floor. She then stole a glance at Brick in his boxers. If she showered with him she would see all of him. But he had already seen all of her.. so no harm, right? In fact, it would even the playing field. Smiling silently, she headed for the bathroom, and pulled out two towels from the closet.

Brick watched her curiously, not knowing if that was a yes or a no. He heard the shower turn on and he stepped closer to the bathroom to get a better view. Just as he did, Blossom flung her bra to the floor and slipped out of her ruined panties. They locked eyes for a moment and then she turned, getting into the shower. He stood outside the bathroom door, contemplating. She left the door open.. Did she want him to follow?

"Brick."

As soon as he heard his name he took off his underwear.

"Are you coming?" She barely got the words out before he slid the curtain open and joined her.

Her eyes couldn't help but wander. Of course, she was already familiar with his size, since she had.. touched him. But she had never seen one in person. He watched as her eyes drifted down his body and lingered, he also watched as her face went completely flush after she saw it. She turned around to hide her embarrassment, focusing instead on the dark red filling up the bottom of the tub.

"It's too late, I already saw you blush." He smirked.

She scoffed, trying to ignore him standing behind her, as she rinsed the blood from her body. "I don't know what you're talking about." He could hear the smile behind her words. He was so close to her, there really was no way she could pretend he wasn't. Especially when he kept reaching past her for things and brushing against her, purposely trying to get a rise out of her.

She turned back to face him, begging her eyes not to steal another glance. Her face was eye level with his chest and now that the blood was gone she could see his wound. Even though she knew it would heal shortly, she couldn't stand the thought of it. Instinctively, she reached out to touch it, carefully running her finger along it. He watched her face as she gently touched him, her expression was sad, like his injury was also hers. He was astonished that they had come so far in such a short amount of time. A few months ago they wanted nothing to do with each other and now they were showering together.

So badly he wanted to touch her, to hold her. Not because her beautiful body was fully naked and dripping wet, but because he felt a pulling, drawing himself to her.. he couldn't explain it. He didn't want to touch her while they were both naked, the last thing he wanted was for her to be uncomfortable or think that he was coming onto her.

She bit her lip and looked up at him with adoring pink eyes. She must have felt the same pulling he did, because as soon as their eyes met she melted into him. He held onto her like his very existence depended on it. Both of her arms were tucked under his, and her head was buried in his chest. She didn't care that they were wet, honestly, she didn't even notice. All she could feel was him.. In her mind, body and heart.

They were like that, unmoving, and completely silent, until the water started getting cold and Blossom couldn't stand it anymore. Then they quickly finished washing and got out. Brick wrapped a towel around his lower half and then blanketed Blossom's over her shoulders, before scooping her into his arms once again. This time when they finished embracing, they were completely dry, aside from their hair.

Brick threw a couple things out of his bag, before finding and putting on his clean boxer briefs. He was just about to slip on his shirt when Blossom tugged it out of his hands. He scrunched his nose slightly, in confusion. Then she dropped her towel and pulled his shirt over her own head.

"Run out of clothes?" He smirked, glancing at her full closet.

She adjusted the shirt, hugging into it. It was so thin, it was borderline see through, and the fabric was the softest, and most comfortable she'd ever felt against her skin. "I don't want any of them." She said simply, shrugging. "Besides, you don't need it." She smiled, letting her eyes linger on his incomprehensible physique.

"What if I get cold?" He joked.

She raised an eyebrow, "Then I'll make you some soup, because the only way that's gonna happen is if you're sick."

He closed the space between them, slinking his arms loosely around her lower waist. "And you'd take care of me?"

She didn't answer him with words, but the deeply tender kiss that she pressed into his lips said everything that their words might never be able to.

END CH 10 (:

Sorry for smut… Kind of.. kind of not though :o

Hehe. This chapter was a little long so I split it into two. Which pair is your favorite? I love Butch and Buttercup but I also love Brick and Blossom already..