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 45: I Wanna – The All American Rejects
Butch stood off to the side and watched with gritted teeth as a group of other boys tailed Buttercup around the room, making discreet passes at her.
He couldn't say that he blamed them, she looked great, but it still did nothing to calm him down as one boy's hand purposefully brushed her hip, making his own urge to touch her almost unbearable.
He had physical urges from time to time just like every guy did (sometimes he had them more than most), but this time it wasn't a sexual urge he was feeling when he looked at her – it was more of a possessive type of urge.
He wanted to touch her – to let those other boys know that she was his and his alone – but he couldn't, not here, not now. There were too many people that would say something if given the chance, and neither wanted to deal with petty rumors.
So there he was – standing off to the side as he watched the girl who had captured his attention talk to other guys, and watched irritably as they tried to flirt with her.
He knew that it didn't mean anything to her, but hey – he was a guy at the end of the day, and he could get jealous too.
He could tell that she was starting to get irritated (and slightly uncomfortable, but she would never admit that out loud) by their advances, and he decided that it was time for him to step in and let her know that he had her back.
He just wanted to touch her, and fuck if he was going to let other people stop him. He was far more clever then that.
He scooted closer to her – so stealthily that he even put Boomer to shame – and stood just behind her off to the side, not saying a word. He didn't have to – she knew he was there, based off of the way she tensed slightly as he purposefully brushed her shoulder with his own.
She didn't turn around to face him, but ever so slowly – she extended one hand behind her back towards him – palm upwards.
He didn't need another invitation.
He took her outstretched hand in his own in an uncharacteristically gentle manner for him, and he swore that he saw the corner of her mouth twitch upwards into a hint of a smile, but it was gone in the next second, and her poker face was back in place.
He gave her hand a slight squeeze and after a heartbeat, she squeezed back.
He smiled.
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XxX
I wanna touch you
You wanna touch me too
But all I have is time
Our loves the perfect crime