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 62: Wild At Heart – Birds Of Tokyo

Her fingers nimbly traced over the fading bruises that littered her skin as he watched her silently.

The sheets pooled around her naked torso like liquid silk as his eyes bore into her back, taking in the collage of bruises that discolored her sun-kissed skin, before reaching out and gently placed a large, warm hand on her back.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt him shift closer behind her and press his lips to her skin – silently worshiping her body in the way only he could.

His muscular arms wrapped themselves around her, as his lips moved up from her back, to in-between her shoulder blades, till they finally came to rest on the nape of her neck. She shuddered in pleasure, as his hands moved upwards to cup her breasts before coming to rest on her shoulders.

"I don't want you doing this anymore." He growled quietly into her skin.

She turned her head slightly to look at him. "You know I have to." She countered quietly as she placed her hands over top of his.

"I don't want you getting hurt anymore." He mumbled against her skin, his lips brushing against the yellowing bruises. "It fucking kills me to see you like this… I feel the constant need to murder something when I see you with all these marks."

"You always said they were love taps." She chuckled gently, only to have him squeeze her tightly. "Yeah, when I give them to you, you know they are – you know I'm just playing around… It's different when you know the people who are giving you those are actually trying to kill you."

"Didn't know you cared that much." She chuckled breathlessly, but she couldn't help but feel her heart beat in her chest a little faster from his words – knowing that he wasn't quite wrong.

She felt him tense, and for a brief moment, she wondered if she had said something wrong. Her fears were diminished however, as he moved his face so it was resting on her shoulder, before kissing her cheek in what could only be described as loving.

"You know I care about what happens to you." He rumbled low in his throat, as his face and hands retreated to the lower parts of her body. "I certainly wouldn't be doing this with you if I didn't."

"True." She managed to moan out, as his hands began to work their magic on her. He chuckled lowly as he nudged her back down onto their shared mattress and gently rolled on top of her, before his handsome face slowly morphed into a frown.

"I'm serious though, I don't want you doing this anymore. I get that it's your job," he added, seeing her open her mouth to protest, "but can you at least take it easy for a little bit? Just so you have enough time to heal? …For me?"

She sighed as she reached up to cup his face in her hands. She knew she shouldn't cave, but she knew that he understood what she had to do better than most, and that his worry was justified. After all, she'd had one too many close calls as of late, and she had started to grow reckless. If he was starting to worry, then it was getting bad.

"Alright." She whispered gently as she traced over his cheekbones with her thumbs, "For you."

And they traced her bruises together.

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XxX

You've got your motive, you set the scene

We were led to believe that the language of love was god

We still wear our bruises, we show our scars

Forever the wild at heart