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.
Track 18: Casual Affair – Panic At The Disco
It was times like this, where Buttercup was lying in bed in a dark room with Butch lying beside her, (snoring like a chainsaw) and her nude form wrapped up in his arms, that she felt the most calm.
After long, particularly rough days – much like the one she had earlier – she yearned for moments like this.
Moments where it was just her and Butch, and (more often than not) a bed. Where she was locked away in a dark room with him, away from Townsville and its prying eyes.
Safe.
Out there, she was subjected to scrutiny. Every move, every step she took had to be perfect. If it wasn't… they – the towns-people, the news anchors and the reporters (but mostly the reporters) would eat her alive.
She had learned that the hard way in her teen years.
But here, in her penthouse suite with Butch, in her bedroom with the curtains shut tight, she was safe. Everything that she did was kept privet. She had nothing to worry about. There were no prying eyes that could judge her.
No one could judge her for being with her ex-supervillain counterpart.
She stole a glance at the powerful man sleeping next to her, and against her better judgement she reached out and squeezed his hand.
He snored and cracked open an eye to look at her. "Whaz 'rong?" He slurred as he suppressed a yawn.
She was silent for a moment, before responding in a voice barely above a murmur. A voice so quiet that even with super hearing, Butch had to strain to hear it.
"…It's not fair."
She finally muttered as she squeezed his hand tighter. "I don't want to have to hide you anymore. I want to tell the city about us. We've been doing this for years now Butch… The lies… The secrets… It has to stop."
He was silent as she continued. "It's not fair… Everyone else gets to be happy. Meanwhile we have to sneak around just to get a private moment together. I'm tired of the facade. I want to tell people."
"It'll only hurt you more then it will me though." Butch pointed out as he draped his free arm around her, pulling the sheets up around her nude form. "I know that Townsville has a certain image of you that they want you to stick to. I don't want your reputation to get dragged through the mud."
"Fuck my reputation." She muttered. "It's a lie anyways."
Butch sighed though his nose as he planted a sleepy kiss on her forehead.
"Just… try and sleep for now. We'll talk in the morning." He mumbled as he fell back asleep.
She sighed, knowing full well that they wouldn't. Their little 'affair' would drag on for years, and neither could do anything about it.
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XxX
Stay for as long as you have time
So the mess that we'll become
Leaves something to talk about