At about 10 PM, after Wendy and Butters had their dinner and began to talk about things other than Stan, they got themselves to go back home. Butters agreed that he would allow Wendy to send him back to Earth tomorrow morning, so he would stay this one last night to make sure Wendy's newfound hope stayed a while. They wanted to have a nice, long sleep so they could be well rested for their goodbyes tomorrow, so they went to their respective beds at about 10:30 and headed right to dreamland.
But it was around 11:30 when Butters got woken up from a knock at his bedroom door. He barely got himself to get up and open the door to see Wendy standing there in a purple nightgown.
"I can't sleep that well. Everything in my room reminds me of Stan, I wrote down all my notes and plans to get him back in that room. I threw that stuff all out, but the room still reminds me of how I spent countless days planning to get him back and how I failed. So can I stay in here?"
Butters was puzzled a bit by her request, but he gave in and agreed. Wendy would sleep on his bed and Butters took a spare pillow and blanket with him so he could sleep a little soundly on the floor. It would have made more sense to go sleep on the couch, but Butters wasn't really awake that much to think of that more logical idea. So he went back to sleep on the floor while next to him, Wendy tried to get more comfortable sleeping in a room that didn't have so many bad memories.
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The roles had truely been reserved between Wendy and Stan although none of them obviously knew it. Before, Wendy was working hard for them to be together again while Stan had just accepted it and became miserable thanks to his guilt and Saddam's little games. But now, while Wendy morned, Stan took action. Because if Wendy could go up against both God and Saddam since she loved Stan so much, Stan could surely take on Saddam because he was too much in love to be denied anymore. And after spending the whole day planning things out, he had his means to do it.
When the day began, Saddam was still in Heaven and new souls were showing up every few minutes. The army was left in charge to break them in and keep order, and according to them Saddam would return to Purgatory as soon as the next day began. It was about 2 PM in the afternoon when Stan heard that, so he figured he had 10 hours to get this off the ground. He knew Saddam would be returning with the Purgatory book, and that book contained the spells he could use to transport himself to Heaven and find Wendy again. It was just a matter of getting himself in position to steal it from him.
Saddam's army was quite loyal to him while he was around, but now that he was out for the day, it was easier for Stan to ask for some help in getting in the mountain home. When Stan found a few people on the inside willing to help, they told him what passwords to use to get in and what rooms Saddam might go into and other such helpful tidbits. Of course they didn't do that without making Stan promise that he wouldn't rat them out to Saddam if the worst happened. So after dealing with that for a few hours, Stan was ready to make his move.
At around 11:20, a half hour before Saddam would make his return to Purgatory, Stan went to the back of the mountain. Once the loyalists guarding it were sent away by one of Stan's new allies, Stan was able to make his way inside. Remembering the passwords he learned earlier, he was able to navigate from room to room inside the mountain, until he got into the main chamber room where Saddam talked to him a few days earlier. He turned out the lights to the room, closed the doors, and just waited in the shadows. Saddam was bound to come inside any moment, and Stan would be ready to surprise him. There weren't any weapons in the room, so Stan couldn't cut off his penis like Wendy almost did, but all he needed was to beat him up enough to get the book and use the spells before he became conscious.
Once everything was set, Stan just sat on the couch bathed in black shadow, ready to spring into action once the door opened. Saddam was scheduled to come back by midnight according to his army, so the wait really didn't have to be so long. It only seemed like it was dragging on for decades to Stan. But at last, he heard some whistling and humming that could only have come from the dictator himself. With that signal, Stan got up and got himself ready to attack.
The humming got louder and louder as Saddam came closer to the door, and finally it opened and let some light into the room. Fortunatly for Stan, he got out of the way before any of the light hit him. Saddam was now in the room, still in a happy mood over the fact that he had about 300 new souls from Heaven to do his jobs for him, and he could take more at any time. He went to turn on the light in anticipation of a relaxing night of masterbating and dreaming up hard tasks for his new servants tomorrow. But when the lights came on, he was met with Stan coming up right behind him and grabbing him by the neck.
"Have a nice trip?", asked Stan as sadistically as he could to the son of a bitch. "Where's my book?"
"Aw geez, what now?!", protested Saddam since he just got over almost losing his balls yesterday, now he had to deal with this lunatic. Of course when he turned his head to see who was holding him, he just had to laugh. "Goddamm, I always get the pussies to try and kill me, don't I?!"
"Where's the book, Saddam? You brought back a book from Heaven, so give it to me." Saddam made no attempt to answer, but in a second Stan noticed that he did have an extra accesory with him- a backpack that was now right between Saddam's back and Stan's chest. So Stan threw Saddam to the ground and forced the backpack off him before he could fight back. And before Saddam could get up and tackle him, Stan put his foot right on Saddam's chest to keep him pinned down and busy while he looked through the backpack. The pack contained all sorts of files on people who would probably be sent to Purgatory next, but in the middle of that collage of objects was the book of Purgatory spells. But before he could even get the book out, Stan had his leg bit by Saddam.
Now free of Stan's shoe, Saddam went for the book the minute Stan fell to the floor from the leg bite. But Stan recovered faster than Saddam expected and before they knew it, they both held the book and were wrestling for control of it.
"Give it to me, Saddam! You don't need a troublemaker like me in Heaven anyway!", yelled Stan during the fight. But Saddam struck back by commenting, "Oh no, I don't mind a few troublemakers at all! Makes it more fun for me to screw their asses over quite liter-" Unfortunatly Saddam had learned nothing from how he inspired Wendy to almost strangle him, as Stan was now more inspired to kick Saddam's ass. And he did as he got up, grabbed Saddam, and threw him into the nearby coffee table. Since he wasn't getting up, Stan used this break to pick up the book and leave the room. He closed the door, saw that no one was around, then leaned against the door as he looked through the book to find the spell.
"Dammit, all these spells are in symbols! I heard that the Purgatory spells were the only ones that were written in symbols, but he had to have translated the ones I need in here!" The process of finding these spells wasn't made any easier once Stan heard banging on the door behind in. "Let me out, asshole! That's my book that I blackmailed outta God fair and square!", called out Saddam. Stan used all his back strength to keep Saddam from pushing the door open as he kept going through the book. Finally he saw one group of symbols that had English translations written below it.
"So now the journey is at an end, you visited the place of the suicidal dead."
"Goddamm it, I knew I shouldn't have written the English translations in the book! Damm God for not having any spare papers to write on!" But Saddam's pleas fell on deaf ears as Stan continued the spell. "To get back to Heaven and your old home, say this to leave Purgatory and-"
Saddam had written the translation to that spell so that he didn't need to call God on the phone to go to Heaven anytime he wanted. Now it was about to bite him on the ass....or it would have if Saddam hadn't stepped back, ran towards the door, and did a karate kick to knock down the door and Stan before he finished the spell. Saddam always knew his sex moves on Satan would work in a non sex situation, and it did at the best possible time. For Saddam, that is.
For Stan, the kick to the door knocked him down to the floor just before he would have been sent to Heaven, and before he could get up from the floor, Saddam pinned him down this time. But Stan was resilent and got himself out of Saddam's sleeper hold, and soon they were both on their feet and fighting each other in the halls. Surprisingly, none of Saddam's loyal troops were hearing any of this, not even when the two fighters stumbled through another door in the hall and kept fighting in another room with a window in it, even though the book was all the way back in the hallway. But Stan was fighting to take Saddam out and then he would get the book- now he knew he couldn't leave Purgatory without giving Saddam a special thank you ass whooping for his "hospitality" Too bad Saddam was too experienced in fighting and war to go down quickly.
And it was too bad that the fight ended in the only way possible in a sitation like this. Since they were in a room with a window in it, of course the two fought so much that they crashed through it. And they were in a room that was high up, so the fall outside was pretty big. They were gonna land on the ground, and each of them tried to pin the other down to use as a cushion for the landing. But none of them got the upper hand and they both landed on the ground with no cushion.
Both Saddam and Stan naturally weren't hurt enough to die from the fall, but they were both badly hurt and unable to move, and barely able to stay awake. But Saddam got the upper hand in this fight as his loyal troops got to the bodies first before the other souls of Purgatory thought of going there to tear Saddam apart while they could. The army surrounded the bodies and checked to see if Saddam could talk well enough to give orders. And although blood was dripping from his head, he could still barely talk. "Take us....back inside. We'll be able to heal in 6 hours, and I want both of us to be comfy until then." With that, the Saddam loyalists picked up the bodies and took them inside to get them to rest until they healed again. Then Saddam would be well enough to decide what to do about the whole incident, and what to do about the latest love sick freak that attacked him.
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At around the time this fight took place in Purgatory, Wendy and Butters had just been able to go back to sleep in Heaven. Despite sleeping on a less comfy space than the bed, Butters had already slept well enough that he went right back to his slumber with little trouble. And now that Wendy was in a room less filled with memories of her failed plans, she was eventually able to doze off. Soon she was in as deep a sleep as Butters was by about 12:30 AM.
At about 2 AM, Butters woke up by himself somehow, and then found himself having to pee. Despite the fact he was pretty sleepy and unwilling to get up, he got himself on his feet and went to the bathroom to take care of things. When that was done with, he walked back into the bedroom only half awake and groggy in the head. And thanks to that, he forget to go back to his bed on the floor and he sat on the regular bed next to a sleeping Wendy. It took him about a minute to realize that, but he was already so comfortable on the bed, so he figured he could stay there for a minute before he went back to the floor.
Butters lay his head down and felt ready to go back to sleep on the bed anyway, but he snapped out of it. Perhaps seeing how Wendy was sleeping and determining if she was having trouble dreaming might keep his mind sharp and make him unable to doze off. He carefully turned his head to look at her, not wanting to make enough noise to wake her up. She actually looked peaceful enough, so perhaps she wasn't having nightmares about Stan after all. Apperantly his attempts to get her a little more confident may have worked- at the very least she should be inspired enough to keep trying to get to Stan after he left. Now that made him feel very relieved about the whole thing. And a little upset when he remembered that the whole reason she wasn't back with Stan now is because God would rather listen to a crazed gay dictator than Wendy.
How the fuck He could basically say that Saddam needed to be happy a lot more than Wendy did was beneath Butters and was quite infuriating to him. This was just another case of people rejecting Wendy because she unintentionally got on their bad side, a trend that caused her enough problems when she was alive. Why was it so hard for important people or Gods to see that Wendy didn't deserve to be screwed over like this?! If they could get it through their heads who she really was, or if they could see how serene and peaceful she looked while she was sleeping, they'd think twice about killing her or rejecting her for sure! But at least she was resting peacefully now after the hard day she just had. There were no troubles shown on her attractive face for now at least.
Butters actually got himself to be more relaxed himself the more he looked at his friend. He breathed heavily at one point and smelled something. It was quite impressive that even in the afterlife, her straight black hair still smelled as enticing as a bed of roses just like it did on Earth. In her sleep it hung from her head perfectly with no knots or anything to make it less straight and impressive. It really complemented her face when she was both asleep and awake, especially when her deep green eyes were open. Butters didn't know why he was thinking those thoughts, but his best guess was it was probably because after tomorrow, he wouldn't see her for another few decades and this was his last chance to really take in her beauty. And it only added to his point earlier- she was one of the best friends he'd ever had, she liked him and appreciated him for who he was when other popular kids didn't, and she had the hair, face, body, and figure of a walkway model. Why would God favor Saddam over a intoxicating creature like that?
But at that point, the intoxicating creature tossed around slightly and began to wake up. Her eyes opened just enough to see Butters next to him, and he immediatly felt embarassed. "Oh jeez, sorry I was so close, I just felt tired for a second there!", Butters pleaded before he would get up and go back to his regular bed, but Wendy lay a gentle hand on his arm before he carried that out. "It's okay, I told you you'd probably be better sleeping here or on the couch anyway."
"Oh, okay, I guess. So, uh, did you wake up cause of nightmares or something?"
"No Butters, I just woke myself up like you must have done, I feel okay for now." Not knowing how else to answer him, Wendy just lay back on the bed and Butters did too once he felt safe. Wendy then continued by stating, "I actually feel a little silly now. Once this thing dies down I should be able to get back to work in finding someway to get to Stan again. I spent too much time on it already to just give in after just one failed plan." Butters smiled widely since his goal for the night had come through after all, and he turned to see that Wendy was looking at him with a smile too. "I probably wouldn't have figured that out so easily if it wasn't for you though. I didn't officially thank you for taking me out earlier, so thank you so much then."
"Uh, sure! That's what friends are for even in death, um, right?" To Wendy, they sure were. Now feeling really happy that her confidence was back, and feeling so greatful to Butters for doing everything he did for her, she inched closer to him on the bed and almost without thinking, gave him a not too shabby kiss on his cheek.
Right after that, however, both of them felt pretty embarrassed and they got themselves to lay down on their backs, both staring at the celing. But after a while, Wendy turned her head back to look at Butters as he still stared upwards. She was really going to miss having him here. But she knew when he went back, he was gonna feel a lot better than he did before she came to kill him, and he was gonna go on with his life and do a lot of great things for people for sure. She felt really proud for that, though she pretty much knew for some time that Butters, for all the hell he'd gone through, would go on to be just as succesful and happy than most of the other less compassionate kids in class, if not more so. Julia would come back to him, or if not, some other girl would find him and easily fall in love with the guy. That was pretty far ahead in the future to look towards, but it was something that wouldn't be far from the truth, since Butters would really make whoever he got together with a lucky woman, and then when they had kids, he'd be one hell of a father. She could only laugh to herself about what kind of son Butters would have and how he'd make sure the young one wouldn't go through the same kind of hard times he went through- it almost pained her that she wouldn't get to see something like that herself. It just made it more obvious that she would really miss him.
Right at that point, Butters turned and finally noticed Wendy was staring at him. But Wendy didn't turn around right away as she got herself to look into his eyes- she never noticed how blue they were and how well they suited him. The little twinkle in them really made it look like he was still 9 years old at heart, which he in some ways was. The way he had grown up kinda threw you off though. Wendy had to admit that Butters had always been quite cute, but back then he was just cute in an adorable, boyish way, not handsome cute like Stan was. Now the handsome parts and the still cute boyish parts of him had really balanced out. As Wendy took that in, Butters was still puzzled that she was looking at him still, and he turned his eyes away from her....but something drove him to turn them back towards her a second later. And as much as he wanted to turn around and go back to sleep, for some reason, he didn't want to turn away. The way she was looking at him and the way it was easy to get lost looking at her face was just too much for him. And as the seconds went by, both of them were pretty much losing their ability to think rational thoughts that would normally scream at them to turn around right now.
Instead, Wendy's rational thoughts had turned off so well that she leaned in and gave Butters a brief kiss on the lips this time.
And thanks to that, the last of Butters normal thoughts were completly washed away. All that was left was the sensation of that brief moment, and despite himself, he found himself leaning over and being the one that was kissing her for a brief moment this time.
And before any of them could recover enough to think straight, they both joined in a mutual kiss that lasted longer than one second.
And once that was finished, the full on making out began with both of them not having another thought in the world- though they really should have.
Wendy put her hands on the back of Butters's head to deepen their kissing, and after Butters lay his right hand on her soft and impossibly smooth face, he gave in to another temptation and buried that hand into her long beautiful hair. By the time Wendy slipped her tounge into the boy's mouth, he was almost right on top of her. The French kissing went on for about a minute as Butters's left hand started to go down lower to touch her silky nightgown, and Wendy put her hands on his back. Finally the two were out of breath and put their tounges back in their own mouths and stopped kissing- but instead of getting their brains back in order to realize the implications of what they were doing, once their breath came back they kissed again. Only this time it was more slow and gentle so they could savor the feeling of each other's lips pressed together. Butters almost shuddered at the intense feeling and pleasure that gave him as they kept kissing, and his left hand now started feeling and caressing the sleek curve of her waist. Then he lifted up the gown ever so slightly to feel her bare flat stomach.
Wendy really was too caught up in this to think straight. As Butters moved his lips over to kiss the other parts of her face, one of his hands was running it's fingers all over her hair, and the other was trailing up her stomach. God, he was really good at this. It actually felt romantic the way he was paying so much attention to all her features equally, just like it was the first time this happened with.....
Butters was living in a dreamstate of his own as he kissed Wendy's cheek and moved down towards her neck. He almost buried his face into her hair as he did so. In between feeling that, her neck, and the lower part of her chest now[though he hadn't gotten to her, um, chest chest yet], he really felt like he was in Heaven for the first time since he came here. She was so beautiful and perfect to him. He hadn't kissed a girl in 5 years, not since Julia left. But now he was doing more than that, and he wasn't in the right state of mind to mind it. Now he knew just how lucky Stan was to have done this with her the night before the accident, he sure knew how......how.....
Reality came back big time to both of the temporary lovers. Just before Butters's hand came towards Wendy's upper chest, he saw what was happening in a rational way. Wendy's rationality came back at the same time as well.
In the last minute and a half, they had both betrayed Stan.
And now that Butters realized that, he got himself up and ran as far away from Wendy, the room they had almost done more than making out in, and the house itself as he possibly could.
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Sorry if that was too much of a shock to the hardcore S/W fans.
Anyway, Act IV, Scenes 1-3 are coming August 3'rd.
But it was around 11:30 when Butters got woken up from a knock at his bedroom door. He barely got himself to get up and open the door to see Wendy standing there in a purple nightgown.
"I can't sleep that well. Everything in my room reminds me of Stan, I wrote down all my notes and plans to get him back in that room. I threw that stuff all out, but the room still reminds me of how I spent countless days planning to get him back and how I failed. So can I stay in here?"
Butters was puzzled a bit by her request, but he gave in and agreed. Wendy would sleep on his bed and Butters took a spare pillow and blanket with him so he could sleep a little soundly on the floor. It would have made more sense to go sleep on the couch, but Butters wasn't really awake that much to think of that more logical idea. So he went back to sleep on the floor while next to him, Wendy tried to get more comfortable sleeping in a room that didn't have so many bad memories.
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The roles had truely been reserved between Wendy and Stan although none of them obviously knew it. Before, Wendy was working hard for them to be together again while Stan had just accepted it and became miserable thanks to his guilt and Saddam's little games. But now, while Wendy morned, Stan took action. Because if Wendy could go up against both God and Saddam since she loved Stan so much, Stan could surely take on Saddam because he was too much in love to be denied anymore. And after spending the whole day planning things out, he had his means to do it.
When the day began, Saddam was still in Heaven and new souls were showing up every few minutes. The army was left in charge to break them in and keep order, and according to them Saddam would return to Purgatory as soon as the next day began. It was about 2 PM in the afternoon when Stan heard that, so he figured he had 10 hours to get this off the ground. He knew Saddam would be returning with the Purgatory book, and that book contained the spells he could use to transport himself to Heaven and find Wendy again. It was just a matter of getting himself in position to steal it from him.
Saddam's army was quite loyal to him while he was around, but now that he was out for the day, it was easier for Stan to ask for some help in getting in the mountain home. When Stan found a few people on the inside willing to help, they told him what passwords to use to get in and what rooms Saddam might go into and other such helpful tidbits. Of course they didn't do that without making Stan promise that he wouldn't rat them out to Saddam if the worst happened. So after dealing with that for a few hours, Stan was ready to make his move.
At around 11:20, a half hour before Saddam would make his return to Purgatory, Stan went to the back of the mountain. Once the loyalists guarding it were sent away by one of Stan's new allies, Stan was able to make his way inside. Remembering the passwords he learned earlier, he was able to navigate from room to room inside the mountain, until he got into the main chamber room where Saddam talked to him a few days earlier. He turned out the lights to the room, closed the doors, and just waited in the shadows. Saddam was bound to come inside any moment, and Stan would be ready to surprise him. There weren't any weapons in the room, so Stan couldn't cut off his penis like Wendy almost did, but all he needed was to beat him up enough to get the book and use the spells before he became conscious.
Once everything was set, Stan just sat on the couch bathed in black shadow, ready to spring into action once the door opened. Saddam was scheduled to come back by midnight according to his army, so the wait really didn't have to be so long. It only seemed like it was dragging on for decades to Stan. But at last, he heard some whistling and humming that could only have come from the dictator himself. With that signal, Stan got up and got himself ready to attack.
The humming got louder and louder as Saddam came closer to the door, and finally it opened and let some light into the room. Fortunatly for Stan, he got out of the way before any of the light hit him. Saddam was now in the room, still in a happy mood over the fact that he had about 300 new souls from Heaven to do his jobs for him, and he could take more at any time. He went to turn on the light in anticipation of a relaxing night of masterbating and dreaming up hard tasks for his new servants tomorrow. But when the lights came on, he was met with Stan coming up right behind him and grabbing him by the neck.
"Have a nice trip?", asked Stan as sadistically as he could to the son of a bitch. "Where's my book?"
"Aw geez, what now?!", protested Saddam since he just got over almost losing his balls yesterday, now he had to deal with this lunatic. Of course when he turned his head to see who was holding him, he just had to laugh. "Goddamm, I always get the pussies to try and kill me, don't I?!"
"Where's the book, Saddam? You brought back a book from Heaven, so give it to me." Saddam made no attempt to answer, but in a second Stan noticed that he did have an extra accesory with him- a backpack that was now right between Saddam's back and Stan's chest. So Stan threw Saddam to the ground and forced the backpack off him before he could fight back. And before Saddam could get up and tackle him, Stan put his foot right on Saddam's chest to keep him pinned down and busy while he looked through the backpack. The pack contained all sorts of files on people who would probably be sent to Purgatory next, but in the middle of that collage of objects was the book of Purgatory spells. But before he could even get the book out, Stan had his leg bit by Saddam.
Now free of Stan's shoe, Saddam went for the book the minute Stan fell to the floor from the leg bite. But Stan recovered faster than Saddam expected and before they knew it, they both held the book and were wrestling for control of it.
"Give it to me, Saddam! You don't need a troublemaker like me in Heaven anyway!", yelled Stan during the fight. But Saddam struck back by commenting, "Oh no, I don't mind a few troublemakers at all! Makes it more fun for me to screw their asses over quite liter-" Unfortunatly Saddam had learned nothing from how he inspired Wendy to almost strangle him, as Stan was now more inspired to kick Saddam's ass. And he did as he got up, grabbed Saddam, and threw him into the nearby coffee table. Since he wasn't getting up, Stan used this break to pick up the book and leave the room. He closed the door, saw that no one was around, then leaned against the door as he looked through the book to find the spell.
"Dammit, all these spells are in symbols! I heard that the Purgatory spells were the only ones that were written in symbols, but he had to have translated the ones I need in here!" The process of finding these spells wasn't made any easier once Stan heard banging on the door behind in. "Let me out, asshole! That's my book that I blackmailed outta God fair and square!", called out Saddam. Stan used all his back strength to keep Saddam from pushing the door open as he kept going through the book. Finally he saw one group of symbols that had English translations written below it.
"So now the journey is at an end, you visited the place of the suicidal dead."
"Goddamm it, I knew I shouldn't have written the English translations in the book! Damm God for not having any spare papers to write on!" But Saddam's pleas fell on deaf ears as Stan continued the spell. "To get back to Heaven and your old home, say this to leave Purgatory and-"
Saddam had written the translation to that spell so that he didn't need to call God on the phone to go to Heaven anytime he wanted. Now it was about to bite him on the ass....or it would have if Saddam hadn't stepped back, ran towards the door, and did a karate kick to knock down the door and Stan before he finished the spell. Saddam always knew his sex moves on Satan would work in a non sex situation, and it did at the best possible time. For Saddam, that is.
For Stan, the kick to the door knocked him down to the floor just before he would have been sent to Heaven, and before he could get up from the floor, Saddam pinned him down this time. But Stan was resilent and got himself out of Saddam's sleeper hold, and soon they were both on their feet and fighting each other in the halls. Surprisingly, none of Saddam's loyal troops were hearing any of this, not even when the two fighters stumbled through another door in the hall and kept fighting in another room with a window in it, even though the book was all the way back in the hallway. But Stan was fighting to take Saddam out and then he would get the book- now he knew he couldn't leave Purgatory without giving Saddam a special thank you ass whooping for his "hospitality" Too bad Saddam was too experienced in fighting and war to go down quickly.
And it was too bad that the fight ended in the only way possible in a sitation like this. Since they were in a room with a window in it, of course the two fought so much that they crashed through it. And they were in a room that was high up, so the fall outside was pretty big. They were gonna land on the ground, and each of them tried to pin the other down to use as a cushion for the landing. But none of them got the upper hand and they both landed on the ground with no cushion.
Both Saddam and Stan naturally weren't hurt enough to die from the fall, but they were both badly hurt and unable to move, and barely able to stay awake. But Saddam got the upper hand in this fight as his loyal troops got to the bodies first before the other souls of Purgatory thought of going there to tear Saddam apart while they could. The army surrounded the bodies and checked to see if Saddam could talk well enough to give orders. And although blood was dripping from his head, he could still barely talk. "Take us....back inside. We'll be able to heal in 6 hours, and I want both of us to be comfy until then." With that, the Saddam loyalists picked up the bodies and took them inside to get them to rest until they healed again. Then Saddam would be well enough to decide what to do about the whole incident, and what to do about the latest love sick freak that attacked him.
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At around the time this fight took place in Purgatory, Wendy and Butters had just been able to go back to sleep in Heaven. Despite sleeping on a less comfy space than the bed, Butters had already slept well enough that he went right back to his slumber with little trouble. And now that Wendy was in a room less filled with memories of her failed plans, she was eventually able to doze off. Soon she was in as deep a sleep as Butters was by about 12:30 AM.
At about 2 AM, Butters woke up by himself somehow, and then found himself having to pee. Despite the fact he was pretty sleepy and unwilling to get up, he got himself on his feet and went to the bathroom to take care of things. When that was done with, he walked back into the bedroom only half awake and groggy in the head. And thanks to that, he forget to go back to his bed on the floor and he sat on the regular bed next to a sleeping Wendy. It took him about a minute to realize that, but he was already so comfortable on the bed, so he figured he could stay there for a minute before he went back to the floor.
Butters lay his head down and felt ready to go back to sleep on the bed anyway, but he snapped out of it. Perhaps seeing how Wendy was sleeping and determining if she was having trouble dreaming might keep his mind sharp and make him unable to doze off. He carefully turned his head to look at her, not wanting to make enough noise to wake her up. She actually looked peaceful enough, so perhaps she wasn't having nightmares about Stan after all. Apperantly his attempts to get her a little more confident may have worked- at the very least she should be inspired enough to keep trying to get to Stan after he left. Now that made him feel very relieved about the whole thing. And a little upset when he remembered that the whole reason she wasn't back with Stan now is because God would rather listen to a crazed gay dictator than Wendy.
How the fuck He could basically say that Saddam needed to be happy a lot more than Wendy did was beneath Butters and was quite infuriating to him. This was just another case of people rejecting Wendy because she unintentionally got on their bad side, a trend that caused her enough problems when she was alive. Why was it so hard for important people or Gods to see that Wendy didn't deserve to be screwed over like this?! If they could get it through their heads who she really was, or if they could see how serene and peaceful she looked while she was sleeping, they'd think twice about killing her or rejecting her for sure! But at least she was resting peacefully now after the hard day she just had. There were no troubles shown on her attractive face for now at least.
Butters actually got himself to be more relaxed himself the more he looked at his friend. He breathed heavily at one point and smelled something. It was quite impressive that even in the afterlife, her straight black hair still smelled as enticing as a bed of roses just like it did on Earth. In her sleep it hung from her head perfectly with no knots or anything to make it less straight and impressive. It really complemented her face when she was both asleep and awake, especially when her deep green eyes were open. Butters didn't know why he was thinking those thoughts, but his best guess was it was probably because after tomorrow, he wouldn't see her for another few decades and this was his last chance to really take in her beauty. And it only added to his point earlier- she was one of the best friends he'd ever had, she liked him and appreciated him for who he was when other popular kids didn't, and she had the hair, face, body, and figure of a walkway model. Why would God favor Saddam over a intoxicating creature like that?
But at that point, the intoxicating creature tossed around slightly and began to wake up. Her eyes opened just enough to see Butters next to him, and he immediatly felt embarassed. "Oh jeez, sorry I was so close, I just felt tired for a second there!", Butters pleaded before he would get up and go back to his regular bed, but Wendy lay a gentle hand on his arm before he carried that out. "It's okay, I told you you'd probably be better sleeping here or on the couch anyway."
"Oh, okay, I guess. So, uh, did you wake up cause of nightmares or something?"
"No Butters, I just woke myself up like you must have done, I feel okay for now." Not knowing how else to answer him, Wendy just lay back on the bed and Butters did too once he felt safe. Wendy then continued by stating, "I actually feel a little silly now. Once this thing dies down I should be able to get back to work in finding someway to get to Stan again. I spent too much time on it already to just give in after just one failed plan." Butters smiled widely since his goal for the night had come through after all, and he turned to see that Wendy was looking at him with a smile too. "I probably wouldn't have figured that out so easily if it wasn't for you though. I didn't officially thank you for taking me out earlier, so thank you so much then."
"Uh, sure! That's what friends are for even in death, um, right?" To Wendy, they sure were. Now feeling really happy that her confidence was back, and feeling so greatful to Butters for doing everything he did for her, she inched closer to him on the bed and almost without thinking, gave him a not too shabby kiss on his cheek.
Right after that, however, both of them felt pretty embarrassed and they got themselves to lay down on their backs, both staring at the celing. But after a while, Wendy turned her head back to look at Butters as he still stared upwards. She was really going to miss having him here. But she knew when he went back, he was gonna feel a lot better than he did before she came to kill him, and he was gonna go on with his life and do a lot of great things for people for sure. She felt really proud for that, though she pretty much knew for some time that Butters, for all the hell he'd gone through, would go on to be just as succesful and happy than most of the other less compassionate kids in class, if not more so. Julia would come back to him, or if not, some other girl would find him and easily fall in love with the guy. That was pretty far ahead in the future to look towards, but it was something that wouldn't be far from the truth, since Butters would really make whoever he got together with a lucky woman, and then when they had kids, he'd be one hell of a father. She could only laugh to herself about what kind of son Butters would have and how he'd make sure the young one wouldn't go through the same kind of hard times he went through- it almost pained her that she wouldn't get to see something like that herself. It just made it more obvious that she would really miss him.
Right at that point, Butters turned and finally noticed Wendy was staring at him. But Wendy didn't turn around right away as she got herself to look into his eyes- she never noticed how blue they were and how well they suited him. The little twinkle in them really made it look like he was still 9 years old at heart, which he in some ways was. The way he had grown up kinda threw you off though. Wendy had to admit that Butters had always been quite cute, but back then he was just cute in an adorable, boyish way, not handsome cute like Stan was. Now the handsome parts and the still cute boyish parts of him had really balanced out. As Wendy took that in, Butters was still puzzled that she was looking at him still, and he turned his eyes away from her....but something drove him to turn them back towards her a second later. And as much as he wanted to turn around and go back to sleep, for some reason, he didn't want to turn away. The way she was looking at him and the way it was easy to get lost looking at her face was just too much for him. And as the seconds went by, both of them were pretty much losing their ability to think rational thoughts that would normally scream at them to turn around right now.
Instead, Wendy's rational thoughts had turned off so well that she leaned in and gave Butters a brief kiss on the lips this time.
And thanks to that, the last of Butters normal thoughts were completly washed away. All that was left was the sensation of that brief moment, and despite himself, he found himself leaning over and being the one that was kissing her for a brief moment this time.
And before any of them could recover enough to think straight, they both joined in a mutual kiss that lasted longer than one second.
And once that was finished, the full on making out began with both of them not having another thought in the world- though they really should have.
Wendy put her hands on the back of Butters's head to deepen their kissing, and after Butters lay his right hand on her soft and impossibly smooth face, he gave in to another temptation and buried that hand into her long beautiful hair. By the time Wendy slipped her tounge into the boy's mouth, he was almost right on top of her. The French kissing went on for about a minute as Butters's left hand started to go down lower to touch her silky nightgown, and Wendy put her hands on his back. Finally the two were out of breath and put their tounges back in their own mouths and stopped kissing- but instead of getting their brains back in order to realize the implications of what they were doing, once their breath came back they kissed again. Only this time it was more slow and gentle so they could savor the feeling of each other's lips pressed together. Butters almost shuddered at the intense feeling and pleasure that gave him as they kept kissing, and his left hand now started feeling and caressing the sleek curve of her waist. Then he lifted up the gown ever so slightly to feel her bare flat stomach.
Wendy really was too caught up in this to think straight. As Butters moved his lips over to kiss the other parts of her face, one of his hands was running it's fingers all over her hair, and the other was trailing up her stomach. God, he was really good at this. It actually felt romantic the way he was paying so much attention to all her features equally, just like it was the first time this happened with.....
Butters was living in a dreamstate of his own as he kissed Wendy's cheek and moved down towards her neck. He almost buried his face into her hair as he did so. In between feeling that, her neck, and the lower part of her chest now[though he hadn't gotten to her, um, chest chest yet], he really felt like he was in Heaven for the first time since he came here. She was so beautiful and perfect to him. He hadn't kissed a girl in 5 years, not since Julia left. But now he was doing more than that, and he wasn't in the right state of mind to mind it. Now he knew just how lucky Stan was to have done this with her the night before the accident, he sure knew how......how.....
Reality came back big time to both of the temporary lovers. Just before Butters's hand came towards Wendy's upper chest, he saw what was happening in a rational way. Wendy's rationality came back at the same time as well.
In the last minute and a half, they had both betrayed Stan.
And now that Butters realized that, he got himself up and ran as far away from Wendy, the room they had almost done more than making out in, and the house itself as he possibly could.
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Sorry if that was too much of a shock to the hardcore S/W fans.
Anyway, Act IV, Scenes 1-3 are coming August 3'rd.