Lords of the Playlist

Authors note: The Powerpuff girls do not belong to me and as always, they have human appendages.

Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.

*Mentions of sex in this chapter.

Track 8: Sleeping With A Friend – Neon Trees

They moved to the heavy base of the club music. The beat pulsing under their flesh, and the strobes lighting up their skin in colorful flashes as they danced on the illuminated dance floor.

Buttercup glanced behind her to see Butch keeping pace with her as they rocked out on the floor. It was almost natural how they moved with each other. They were like water, they moved smoothly, and in perfect harmony – they knew they had an undenabale chemistry, and both loved it.

Buttercup turned around fully to look at her best friend – tall, dark, hair spiked to perfection, and clad in leather, he looked so damn good. Too bad he only decided to put in the effort when they went out to high-class night clubs like this one.

She bit back a smirk.

She was so glad that she moved to Citysville – they had all the best clubs. That meant that she got to see him dressed up like this more often then not.

But then again, she knew he could say the same about her.

She was currently spouting a tight black dress with a high neck-line, accompanied with a thick chain necklace, and black and gold heels – she knew she looked damn good. Party outfits were always her specialty after all.

And maybe she also knew that Butch couldn't keep his eyes off her when she put on her little black number – so maybe she dressed up, and took him out with her to night-clubs a little more often than necessary.

But she didn't see anything wrong with that, and Butch certainly wasn't complaining.

He shot her a wicked grin as pulled her even closer to him by her hips - she not even hesitating to wrap her arms around his neck as they moved to the beat. She felt him lean down and place a playful kiss on her neck in response.

"Having fun?" He asked in her ear, voice low and husky. Buttercup could barely suppress a shiver that threated to crawl down her spine at the sound. Not trusting her voice, she pulled back and nodded at him, giving him another once over.

Fuck, he looked really good tonight… wait, this was her best friend she was talking about… She wasn't supposed to think about him like that! Maybe she had a little too much to drink. Or maybe not enough…

She paused as another thought suddenly crossed her mind.

Fuck it, with the way that they had been flirting on and off with each other for the past year and a half, were they even still considered friends? Or were they moving into other territory…?

He caught her looking at him, and he let a devilish smile roll across his lips. "See something you like?"

"Yes." Buttercup breathed before she could stop herself. It was one word, one that couldn't be heard over the boosted club base by normal human ears, but then again, Butch wasn't a normal human, and from the downright seductive look he gave her, she knew he heard it too.

His grip on her hips got tighter as he bent down slightly to look her dead in the eyes. "Wanna get out of here?" He asked, his voice a low rumble in the back of his throat.

It was almost a desperate question.

"Yes. Oh hell yes." She murmured, her normally bright lime eyes glazed over with desire as he took her hand in his.

Serval seconds later, both twenty-one-year old's were booking in down Citysville's illumined city streets in a desperate rush to get back to Buttercup's penthouse apartment – not caring about what they looked like to curious onlookers.

They finally burst into her apartment and Buttercup barely had enough time to turn around and shut the door behind her, before Butch was on her.

He kissed her, hard, frantic and demanding as he began to strip her of her dress, ripping off his leather jacket and shirt at the same time.

She let a loud moan escape her as she raked her nails down his back and wrapped her legs around his waist, not breaking their kiss – only for Butch to grab her toned thighs, anchoring her to him as he made his way towards her bedroom.

He tossed her on to her mattress as his hands made quick work of her bra and panties, leaving her bare before him. She reached up to rid him of his pants before he placed his warm hands on hers – stopping her.

"Are you sure about this?" He asked, voice quiet and gentle as he gave her hands a small squeeze. Buttercup fought the urge to roll her eyes.

"I will strip you myself and ride you, if you don't hurry up." She threated as she reached for his pants again.

"Yes ma'am." Butch whispered breathlessly and went for his belt.

Unholy things were said and done that night, and in the morning afterwards, Buttercup could say only one thing for certain:

They were definitely more then friends.

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XxX

I said ooh, ooh

You got me in the mood, mood

I'm scared

But if my heart's gonna break before the night will end

I said, ooh, ooh we're in danger

Sleeping with a friend