Lords of the Playlist

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

Greens ages variate between late teens/early twenties.

Track 55: Check Yes Juliet – We The Kings

Butch stared across the room in shock, as he struggled to keep his jaw from dropping to the floor. He began to feel sweat bead up on the back of his neck, under his suit tie – making his shift it uncomfortably around his neck.

It was prom night and there she was: Buttercup Utonium – wearing a dress.

It was an off the shoulder, dark green floor length dress, with lace sleeves, that hugged her lean athlete's body, showcasing her hips and breasts. Her silky black hair fell past her shoulders in a dark waterfall, as she shifted uncomfortably off to the side of the dancefloor.

Butch gave her an aperitive once over – shamelessly lingering on her breasts.

Holy fuck, those couldn't be legal. There was no way that they could be legal. Jesus Christ…

If he was honest it was the loveliest he had ever seen her.

He bit back a grin as he made his way over to her. A girl looking as good as she did shouldn't be standing on her own like she was – it was a sin.

"Bored yet?" he asked smoothly as he saddled up beside her. Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Gee, just when I thought I was going to have a peaceful night to myself, you just had to show up. Fan-fucking-tastic." Her tone was flat, but Butch noticed that her blazing lime eyes were laughing as she turned to face him. "Took you long enough to get over here – I was starting to wonder

"Aw, were you looking for me babe? I'm flattered." He bit back playful as he nudged her slender shoulder. "Miss me?"

"In your dreams. I was just hoping that you would be here so I would have someone to mess around with."

"Oh baby, we can mess around all you want – dunno of that dress of yours will survive though."

She flushed a deep scarlet and he almost laughed as she punched him soundly in the neck, temporarily cutting off his oxygen.

"That's not what I meant pencildick."

"Yeah, I meant it though." He managed to wheeze out as he forced air back into his lungs. Buttercup rolled her eyes. "Can you seriously not go for an hour without cracking some lewd as fuck jokes?"

"I could, but where's the fun in that." He shot back as he grinned wolfishly at her. "Besides, I know you secretly like them."

"You're an idiot who I tolerate." Buttercup fired back with a triumphant grin as Butch mockingly put a hand over his heart. "I was hoping that you would cut me a break for prom, at least for an hour – guess I should have known better."

"Well if that's the case then let me make it up to you." He jerked his head towards the dancefloor and offered her his hand at the same time. "Come dance with me."

She looked at his outstretched hand with a baffled expression written across her features. "What-"

"You heard me, come dance with me." He grinned, not going to be deterred by her.

"Are you fucking nuts? Look at all the people. Our classmates are going to shit themselves if we actually act civil to each other for once."

"Fuck them, I don't give a damn about what they think. Since when have you cared anyways?" he teased. She wrinkled her nose at his comment. "You know what? Fuck you – we're dancing." She took his hand, and he shot her a shit-eating grin in return, before leading her out onto the dancefloor, past some of their classmates, who paused what they were doing to stare at them in amazement.

He pulled them to into the middle of the dancefloor – promptly ignoring the baffled expressions that were being sent their way – and placed one hand on her hip, while taking one of her hands in his free one. Buttercup sighed but followed suit as she let her other hand rest on his broad shoulder.

"I hate you."

"Love you too Butters."

She snorted and rolled her eyes as he began to move them around in a slow circle, chuckling to himself as he noticed some of the other couples on the dancefloor move out of their way as the green-eyed titans quietly swayed to the beat of the song. In the few moments of quiet that passed between them, he took a moment to really look at his counterpart, and once again was struck by just how beautiful she looked in that moment.

"You look amazing Butters." He told her sincerely, only for her to snort.

"And nothing like myself."

"Hey, it's still you… just a different side of you… I mean, I can't compline, I get to see you in a dress that just so happens to be my colour… trying to tell me something Sunshine?" he grinned. The ink haired girl rolled her eyes and hit his shoulder playfully.

"This wasn't intentional believe me, I just needed to break the colour trope that my sisters had going on, it's too clecie, besides, I was not about to wear a bright green dress – I'd look like a lime." Butch let out a laugh prompting Buttercup to grin slightly at his reaction. "So enjoy this while it lasts because it's not going to happen again for a looong time."

"Oh believe me, I am." He grinned as he eyed her cleavage, causing her to roll her eyes and hit him again.

"Perv, eyes up here."

"Aw Butters, you know you like it."

"I will break my heel off in your ass, I don't care if it's prom." She threated him with a hint of a grin, causing him to laugh again as he gently swayed them from side to side. "Relax babe, I'm just kidding with you – I like my ass the way it is thanks."

The two lapsed into a comfortable silence as the gentle pulsing of the music lulled them into a relaxing sway – suddenly not caring if their classmates were watching them dance together in awe. They could look all they wanted, Butch figured as he lazily spun them around – after all, with his luck it was only going to be a onetime thing before they went back to the way they usually acted around each other.

The thought made him oddly sad for whatever reason, but he forced it down as he shot her a grin, moving the hand that was on her hip up to play with the ends of her glossy black hair. She quirked an amused brow at him – but otherwise said nothing as she traced a tiny circle onto the lapel of his suit jacket, causing his breath to hitch in the back of his throat.

She was so beautiful... She radiated power – even when wearing a dress with her make-up and hair all done up – it didn't matter. She was power itself. She was like a goddess, that was it... She was an actual goddess come to life.

And god if he didn't find that attractive, and didn't make him want her even more then he already did.

"Let's get out of here." He murmured breathlessly against the hollow of her neck. If it was any other time, he would have hated just how breathy his voice sounded, but anything louder seemed inappropriate.

"I promised Bubbles I'd stay for at least two hours." She murmured back, and he was pleased to hear that she sounded just as out of breath as he was.

"Fuck that, since when have you care about this shit?" he growled back, nipping her ear lobe as he made his way up her neck to look at her in the eyes. She shot him a look but he noticed it was slightly gooey, and not pointed or annoyed like it usually was, making him swallow thickly.

She looked so amazing – no - she was so amazing. Why the hell had she come alone – more importantly – how the hell had he not know that she didn't have a date to the prom – or had just opted not to take one? It was a grave mistake that he needed to correct.

"I can't believe you came alone. You're a fucking Powerpuff girl – everybody loves you." He murmured disbelievingly in her ear, as he squeezed her hip. "If I had known that you didn't have a date… Shit BC, you should have asked me, I would have taken you in a heartbeat."

"I thought about it. But I thought you were gonna go with one of the floozies that flock you constantly." She admitted quietly, not daring to break eye contact with him.

"I want you. Not the other girls. …Fuck BC I want you so badly." He damn near moaned as leaned in to brush his lips against her ear, feeling her shudder from the contact. He pulled back slightly to look at her seriously. "But only if you want to."

She pulled back slightly to take all of him in, only to find that he was completely serious – his mouth was set in a frim line, and his too dark eyes were looking at her intently – waiting for her answer. It was in that moment that she made her decision.

"Fuck it. Let's go."

That was all he needed.

Before either of them could think about it, he had thrown her over his shoulder and bolted out of the hall in a flash of forest green before anyone could even register that they were gone. He grinned savagely as Buttercup let out an excited whoop from behind him.

He was going to need a bigger backseat for her.

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XxX

Don't sell your heart.

Don't say we're not meant to be.

Run, baby, run.

Forever we'll be

You and me.