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 76: Sex and Candy – Marcy Playground
"She had just enough madness to make her interesting."
- Atticus
It was taking everything Butch had not to throw his drink down and fucking ravish the girl standing across the room from him.
If this was any normal girl he would have done so already, but this was no normal girl.
Oh no. she wasn't normal at all.
In fact, up until a few years ago – she had been his archnemeses.
She was the girl with the raw power of a thousand thunderstorms wrapped up into one singular body. She was practically a goddess among men, and the only other one aside from his brothers that he would even remotely consider to be his equal.
Buttercup Utonium.
What the fuck was wrong with him? He had literally yearned for her demise for so long, and now all of those thoughts had been flung out the window in less then a second. Did he have some sort of problem?
No. He didn't have a problem. The problem was the way she was staring at him.
It wasn't her normal glare that she gave him that screamed for his blood – no – she was giving him a hooded look with those unnaturally bright eyes of hers – drawing him in and threatening to swallow him whole – and he wasn't quite sure how to feel about it.
He could admit that she hot. He had no problems admitting that. She had grown up a lot since they had left high school behind and he hadn't seen her in quiet some time… fuck maybe that was it. Maybe she didn't recognize him and that's why she was giving him bedroom eyes. Though if he was honest with himself, he didn't mind the look she was sending his way-
He suddenly felt the urge to bash his head against the closest wall to stop where his thoughts were heading. That was dangerous territory. Didn't matter if she and him had both grown up. She still hated him, and he still considered her to be his rival of sorts. End of story. She and him weren't going to happen. No matter what kind of suggestive look she sent his way.
He risked another look at her and saw that she was still giving him that sly smile of hers, and sent him a wink, and damn it all to hell if he said that it didn't turn him on.
No… there was no way… there was no way that she was looking at him with those sultry eyes. No way. there had to be someone else behind him that he couldn't see… with his enhanced x-ray-like vision…
There was no one behind him.
Huh. Well then.
This was a new development… Not that he was complaining.
Well. Fuck.
He looked back over at his counterpart and saw a knowing smirk plastered on her blood red lips as she cocked a finger at him – beckoning him over – and he felt the blood rush south.
To hell with his previous thought of her not recognizing him. She knew exactly who he was.
His eyes darkened as a devilish smile split across his face.
He could have some fun with this.
And by the looks of it… if that grin meant what he thought it meant… so could she.
He grinned and began to push his way through the crowd towards her – his eyes never leaving her smirking figure. This was going to be a good night.
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I smell sex and candy here
Who's that lounging in my chair
Who's that casting devious stares
Mama this surely is a dream