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.

*Happy 2nd birthday to Lords – it's always a treat. (Even though I'm more than a month late)

Track 80: (If You're Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To – Weezer

"Love her but leave her wild."

- Atticus

Butch downed his drink, feeling the bite of the alcohol at the back of his throat, and tossed the red solo cup behind him, not particularly caring where it landed. He was far too preoccupied looking dead ahead of him – not daring to break eye contact with the person who was no more then a few feet away from him. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't slightly worried that if he did look away, it would break the unspoken connection that was drawing him into it's addictive hold.

Having better vision then most humans due to the Chemical X and other obscene things running though his bloodstream was incredibly helpful at times. It helped him see things that normal humans couldn't see.

Right now, it was helping him to see her.

Hair as black as a starless night, lips red as blood, eyes that were so green they put limes to shame – she stood out from amongst the throng of people milling about the party, but she was crystal clear to him. She didn't fade into the background like all the other people. She had always stood out in a crowd – tonight was no exception.

He smirked and nodded to the space beside him. He wasn't going to directly beckon her over – oh no, he already knew that she didn't work like that. No, he was inviting her over to him. She'd come to him when she was damn good and ready.

Sure enough, after a minute of her smirking knowingly at him, she set her drink down – pealing herself off the wall as she did so – and sauntered her way over to him, feeling the grin on his face grow wider as she approached.

She stopped in front of him and looked up at him with the ghost of a grin dancing across her perfect blood-red lips, and he looked down at her with what he knew was a drunk grin plastered widely across his face. He was so ready for her – fuck what anyone else thought, she was hot as sin and he didn't care anymore. Whatever she wanted to do to him, he wouldn't stop her.

What he wasn't prepared for was the words that came out of her mouth.

"Fuck you."

He was slightly taken aback. The vulgar profanity wasn't new to him – he had heard it many a time when they were in the middle of one of their brawls – and to his credit he had heard much worse then that. After all, unlike her sisters – she wasn't afraid of telling him exactly what she thought of him

But he wasn't prepared for her to say it to him in such an intimate setting. He had been ready for something else – not that. And here he thought they had been vibeing so well the entire night.

And they had been. He was sure of that, even if they hadn't made direct contact with each other, he wasn't blind to the looks she had been sending his way. The energy between them was practically sex – so what the hell went wrong?

Before he could think better of it, he heard himself posing the question to her. "What? What did I do this time?"

She let out a sarcastic laugh and ran a hand though her inky black tresses, forcing him to swallow hard. "You're an idiot. I've been standing maybe three feet away from you the entire night making obvious passes at you – hoping that you would get up and ask me to dance, or something like a normal person would, and you didn't. Now it's late, I'm tired and I have to go. Congratulations."

Are you fucking kidding-

If that wasn't a massive hit to his ego, he didn't know what it was.

Normally, he would have had a biting retort ready for her, but tonight was different, the setting was different, the mood was different. Everything was different – even her, for some reason – and he wasn't stupid enough to ignore the nagging suspicion that he probably wouldn't ever get a chance like this again.

Normally, much like Brick, he had too much pride to ever drop the 'Ruff' attitude and try his luck at a second chance… But tonight, he was willing to make an exception.

After all, even after years of brutal combat with her one-on-one, he had never noticed how insanely attractive his counterpart was until now…

"How 'bout I make it up to you then?"

She paused and shot him a look. "Care to elaborate on that?"

"We can do the stupid cliché date shit. I'll take you to dinner, maybe a movie… after that, well…" he grinned wolfishly at her, "we'll see where it takes us."

"Are you seriously pulling a 'one-night stand dressed up as a date' card on me right now?"

The grin on his face widened. "I dunno, is it working?"

She blew a strand of dark hair out of her face, not bothering to look at him. "I dunno. You tell me."

He let out a low laugh. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at seven then." He shot her an appreciating look, followed by a wink that promised unspeakable things – that even managed to bring a small smirk to her lips

"Who knows? We could have some fun with this."

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XxX

If you're wondering if I want you to, I want you to

So make a move, 'cause I ain't got all night