Bubbles and Buttercup watched Blossom escape into the house, turning to look at each other. Bubbles scrunched up her face, unable to hide the jealous undertones in her voice.

"Brick is letting her feed from him? How is that fair?" Buttercup mirrored her thoughts, looking thoughtfully at the sky.

"I should be okay for now since I haven't fed from Butch, but you already started the bonding process, so I guess we shouldn't be surprised how aggressive you're getting. I can't stop you from going over there, we both know you're just gonna sneak out." Bubbles looked away, whistling as she tried to look the picture of innocence. Buttercup sighed, massaging her temples. She couldn't understand Butch's hesitation after he talked such a big game. She glanced down at her sister, sighing at her disheveled appearance. She was sure she looked just as bad.

"We can't go anywhere today, nothing screams spend eternity with me like showing up looking like you lost the fight." Bubbles frowned, pouting at the truth of it. But her features shifted as she started plotting her next move.

"Fine. If he wants space, I can give him space."

Buttercup floated in front of the window, debating whether or not she should do this. Butch slept peacefully in the room, unaware of the presence outside. She tossed the idea in her mind before going through with her decision, lifting the window she had suspected wasn't locked. You couldn't get to it without the ability to fly, so it did make sense it wouldn't be locked. She crawled inside the room, closing the window after her softly. From the little she knew of the boys' home, it seemed like each had a separate corner of the house, so she shouldn't need to worry about Brick or Boomer overhearing their conversation.

She crept forward until she was next to the bed, looking around for something to use to wake him up. She had just decided to slap him awake when he caught her wrist, his grin flashing in the moonlight.

"Why Butterbutt. If I knew you'd visit I would've cleaned up." She huffed, rolling her eyes as she freed her wrist. She sat on the edge of the bed while Butch shifted, moving to lean against the headboard. Buttercup picked up his hand, playing with his fingers while deciding if she wanted to immediately bring up the topic, or beat around the bush and then bring it up. Butch arched a brow, making the decision for her.

"What're you doing here in the middle of the night?" His grin turned suggestive as his eyes raked her form slowly before stopping back at her eyes.

"Are you planning on seducing me? Should I pretend to be asleep?" He started to move to lie back down. Buttercup sputtered as she yanked the covers away from him, her own smile twitching to break free at his quiet snickering.

"No doofus. I came because Blossom said Brick would talk to you two about our...situation...and I got tired of waiting on your answer." Butch sobered, pulling back to sigh. Buttercup frowned, not expecting that to be his reaction. They'd given them time to think it over, letting weeks go by before she grew tired and decided to just bust in here. They could work on convincing them to turn while they were together, but she was confused on what was taking them so long to saying yes to being together.

"You're asking for a lot Butterball. You keep dancing around how you feed. And who you've fed from. Every time I ask if it's sexual-" Buttercup blushed, fidgeting with the hand she was still holding. She refused to look at him as she cut him off.

"We usually feed from blood bags we get from the hospital. We try not to take too many, and can get fresh blood when the time calls for it. And it can be sexual but I've never done it that way. We just bite someone's neck and that's it. We can bite other areas, but unless it's summer people aren't walking around with their legs exposed and anywhere else has the risk of taking too much blood." Butch turned her words over in his head, accepting it. He mainly wanted to know who he'd have to take care of, but it looks like he didn't need to worry.

"How come no one's talked about this?"

"We erase their memories so no one knows." Butch looked at her suspiciously, tugging his hand back. Buttercup stubbornly held on, turning to look at him.

"Did you-?"

"No. I almost had to in the infirmary though." He shrugged, no longer caring.

"So if you feed from me, will you still feed from other people?" Buttercup narrowed her eyes, thinking about it. She might have to depending on how much she could safely take from Butch.

"Probably. You won't produce enough for me to drink in one sitting, and I've never drank from you before so I don't know what my control level will be. So the safest option will be to stick with blood from the hospital and maybe mix in some of yours until I'm confident I don't accidentally kill you." Butch gulped, even as his dick twitched with the many scenarios running through his mind. He yanked his hand from her grip before pulling her onto his lap. Buttercup looked at him questioningly, her eyes shifting between his own and his neck.

"Butch, if you're not ready now's not the time for your games." Her voice was dead serious, but he leaned forward anyway, wanting to test the waters.

"But I love games." He continued leaning forward until his lips met hers, nibbling on her bottom lip until they parted for him. He slipped his tongue inside, sliding around her own as she let out a quiet moan. His hands trailed down her arms and back to land on her ass. Buttercup jolted, shifting to better sit on him. Her own hands ran along his chest, tugging at his shirt. He got the message, pulling away long enough to toss his shirt to the floor. He yanked at her own top, fumbling with the clasp of her bra before giving up and tearing it apart. Buttercup frowned at the destruction of her favorite bra, but quickly forgot about it once Butch started rocking his hips into hers. Buttercup panted as she leaned down to lavish kisses on his neck, loving the way Butch groaned under her. His hands stayed on the backs of her thighs as he leaned his head back and to the side, giving her room. Buttercup used the last of her reason to kiss the junction at his neck, hesitating.

"You sure?" Butch smirked, squeezing her thighs in answer.

"Don't tell me you got me this worked up only to sit here?" Buttercup grinned, opening her mouth wide enough to bite him. Butch flinched, surprised at the initial pain. He didn't feel it for long though, moaning as all he was left with was undeniable pleasure. Buttercup meanwhile suddenly understood why Bubbles had been so adamant about speeding up the process. Butch was absolutely delicious, unlike anything she'd ever tasted. He had stayed still but kept rubbing her thighs, until his hands suddenly went limp at his sides. Buttercup didn't notice until his head rolled to the side. She pulled back immediately, closing the wound and putting her hand to his nose to check his breathing. When she felt his steady breaths continue, she heaved a sigh of relief.

She got off him, laying him back comfortably in his bed. She had turned to leave when she thought better of it, telling herself she needed to stay to make sure he woke up okay in the morning. So she shifted him just enough to make space for herself, curling next to him and readjusting the covers.