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 19: Rebel Love Song – Black Veiled Brides
"The ones who are crazy enough
To think they can change the world
Are the ones that do."
Though the streets they ran.
The main city streets of Townsville were lit up from all of the brightly illuminated neon billboards – signaling that night-time was fast approaching, but they didn't care.
They booked it though red lights and dodged several honking cars, before taking off into the darkening night sky, hand in hand, laughing all the while.
They finally landed in a tree in the town's park, just as the sun disappeared behind the horizon, and sat on down on one of the tree's highest branches, as they watched the stars come out in the darkening sky above them.
The pair of raven haired adults were still for a while as they watched the stars gradually get brighter as the sky darkened. Buttercup glanced around the area for a moment before slowly leaning into her male counterpart.
If she leaned against him, no one would know – after all, they were high up off the ground and concealed in a tree – hidden from view.
And so, she leaned into him, only to feel a muscular arm wrap itself around her shoulders in response, keeping her pressed against his powerful form. She glanced up at Butch, only to see that he wasn't looking at her, however she could see the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.
She leaned into him heavily – admiring how even despite the crisp evening air, his body still radiated heat like a furnace – before reaching up to plant a kiss on his jaw.
He squeezed her lean frame, as he hummed lowly in the back of his throat, and she felt a wave of calm roll over her. It was rare that they were able to experience down-time together like this.
It was… nice. She thought to herself. So very nice.
His free hand found hers and without saying a word, they intertwined their hands as they watched the stars fully appear in the inky sky high above them.
Most couples didn't spend their time hiding up in trees enjoying each other company, she knew that – but they weren't like most couples. They were rebels at heart – this was their way of doing things.
This was love as far as she was concerned.
Their love song consisted of the distant honking of car horns from the city surrounding them, and the wind blowing though the branches of the tree they were sitting in, not to mention the sound of each other's steady breathing.
Calm, yet wild and intimate, and so very real. So them.
It might not have been an actual song, but it was perfect.
If this was love, Buttercup figured, then she never wanted it to end.
.
XxX
So take your hand in mine
It's ours tonight
This is a rebel love song