Games
A Powerpuff/Rowdyruff Fanfic
By OJR
She always looked so cute
when she was flushed. He smiled an
internal grin as he surveyed her features.
Such concentration in such a fun task.
He smirked slightly, perhaps a little perverse in enjoying the noises
she was making. He couldn't help but
be impressed with her stamina.
"Had enough Buttercup? Or shall we go another round?" She growled at his mock concern. Her?
Not go again? That was unheard
of
"Whatever suits you peaches,
you know, your cute." He snickered to
himself as he played her. She strained
to continue. There had been sporadic
bouts of sweaty action for over an hour now and they were both tiring, but they
were enjoying it so much.
"C'mon, bitch, you can do
better than this." He felt a little
guilty when he talked dirty to her but he knew she got a kick out of it. And if she was fired up, so was he. She grit her teeth as he yanked her hair,
not too hard mind, he only wanted her to get mad and really let loose on
him. Suddenly, she grabbed his hand on
top of her head and from her kneeling position she span round, extending her
leg and knocking him off balance before landing an uppercut on his chin and
landing a cyclone kick to smack him to the floor.
"Aaaghh!" He choked out his protest as he was pinned
under her foot. She pressed it slightly
to squeeze the wind out of his lungs.
"Call me that again and the
next time I play with you, I'll be playing soccer with your private parts."
"Ackk! OK OK *koff* ease up, you win." Buttercup, the only person in the world he'd
readily admit defeat to. Not only
because she was his girl, but also because she often did beat him. She eased up and helped him to his feet. They hovered in the air and exited the dojo
training scenario. They exited the danger
grid and headed for the shower room.
"After you, sugar
plum." He drawled as he took off his
sweat soaked gi. She glowered.
"Will you stop calling me
such sissy names!" She got out of the
Mao style jacket and baggy trousers. He
whistled at her underwear. She grinned
and wiggled her behind as she floated toward the shower, flashing him the ever
infamous "look". He had quickly decided
his shower temperature, or rather she had.
"Ice cold" he muttered to himself. "And I thought she didn't like to wash."
The two redheads locked
eyes. The mutual respect was clear, but
the rivalry was also evident. He licked
his dry lips, anticipating her next move.
Her dainty manipulation was enticing to watch. He gasped slightly as she made her move. He had to admit, she had skill, she was no
virgin to this. No problem though, he
knew his stuff and he could always go one better. He didn't think this was supposed to be a contest of skill, more
of experience, but it was clear she had done this before. She grinned at him, challenging him. What was this? Fun or one-upmanship? He
had one more trick left to play. As his
hand touched it she started to shake.
He moved slowly, delifberately.
Her breath started to quicken.
He finished it off with a flourish and was quite surprised with the
ferocity of the reaction.
"Aaaaah! That was amazing!" she howled.
"Yep, checkmate Bloss, I
finally got your style pegged." His
first victory, it was sweeter than all the honey in the world. He liked chess and was disgruntled at how
she had been able to take him apart so easily when they played. But now, he'd been able to find chinks in
her armour.
"You didn't have to go off
on one, it's only a game."
"But you're the only person,
apart from the Professor, who has ever bested me…Best two out of three?"
"Can I touch it Boomie? It's so big!"
"Sure you can, it's not
gonna bite you." She 'ooh'd and 'aah'd
at it as she held it in her mitts.
"Can I put it in my
mouth?" She looked up at him
pleadingly. He'd never known her to be
so enthusiastic.
"If you like, my li'l
Bubbles" She tentatively brought it
into her mouth and slurped on it.
Running her tongue along the length and back, fluttering her little pink
tongue all around it. Suddenly a bitter
taste exploded in her mouth and she winced at the shock. This was short lived as she became
accustomed to the flavour and attacked it with more vigour than ever. He smiled at her.
"You enjoying that?" He grinned as she nodded, rivulets of saliva
forming on the corners of her mouth. He
was slightly saddened to see his 'Super deluxe jumbo sherbert lolly' go. He'd had the huge thing on his dresser for a
month and it was as big as his arm almost.
However, he would have never given it to anyone but his sweet Bubbles.
Authors note: So whatcha think? I'll probably write something more serious but, seeing as there's
a whole bunch of controversy over the subject of PPG lemons, I thought I'd have
a little fun with it.
Authors second note: To all y'all who think I'm weird, I am. However, I am perfectly harmless and do not
need medication.
Authors note which would
come before the fourth authors note but doesn't as the fourth note doesn't
exist – AKA the third note: Disclaimers
suck, I couldn't be bothered to put one in on this one, sue me! No, please don't sue me…AAAHHH!!
