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 56: Dog Days – Florence and the Machine
Buttercup rolled over in massive expanse of her bed and blinked away sleep, as the pale morning sun hit her in the face through the cracks in the blinds.
She let out an irritated groan. Judging from the position of the sun, she could tell that it probably well past nine in the morning – but it was a Saturday, and in her mind, it was far too early to bother getting up.
Blossom and Bubbles were the early risers/morning people in the family. Not her. The morning could to fuck itself for all she cared.
A soft grunt from the side of the bed that she was facing away from snapped her out of her thoughts. She rolled slowly onto her other side, and felt her eyes soften as she took in Butch's sleeping form.
Her counterpart was buried in the pillows beside her – jet black hair mussed up more so then usual, and soft snores escaped from his mouth every so often as he continued to sleep – unware that she was awake.
It was that image of him – so vulnerable and still – that made her breath away and run a gentle hand through his sleep-styled spikes, as an odd, but familiar feeling spread through her body, making her hesitate.
It was a foreign emotion that she only ever truly felt every once in a while. It was one that she felt every time she looked at him. An emotion that bubbled up in the back of her throat and threated to suffocate her.
She would be lying if she said that she wasn't scared of the effect that he had on her – and the way he could made her feel things like no one else could.
But seeing him lying next to her in bed – relaxed, and still, and more peaceful then she had ever seen him before – made her smile in spite of herself.
Feelings be damned – this man had her heart, whether she liked it or not.
She leaned over and pressed a light kiss to his forehead, letting out a quiet laugh as he shifted slightly in-between the sheets, and subconsciously wrapped a heavy arm around her waist – pressing her closer into his warm chest – and letting his steady heartbeat lull her back to sleep.
She shut her eyes as she breathed in his familiar sent, that reminded her of pine, spice and something so distinctly Butch, that she let a blissful smile spread across her face as she slipped back into a deep sleep – letting the emotion that she always felt every time she was around him consume her very essence – until she began to question whether or not all of this was a dream.
Happiness.
He was her happiness.
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Happiness, hit her like a train on a track
Coming towards her, stuck still no turning back
She hid around corners and she hid under beds
She killed it with kisses and from it she fled