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Chapter Three: As We Venture Forward

Brick closed his eyes and let his body settle onto the firm pillowtop mattress. He sighed and turned to look at Blossom who had a contemplative look on her face. "What do you think?"

"It's a little hard." Blossom said as she shifted uncomfortably.

Brick got up from the bed and moved around to help Blossom, but she used her flight powers to lift herself up. She did let Brick take her hand and lead her to the next bed. The next one was too soft, and Blossom definitely had to use her flight powers so as not to sink any further into the bed. It also did not to support her back or baby belly. The next bed that they tried Blossom fell in love with it. It wasn't too hard or too soft, and when she laid on her side felt her belly get cradled.

"I like this one." She sighed closing her eyes.

Brick smiled and moved to lie beside her. He had to admit the bed felt great. When he relaxed and put his arms behind his head, he sighed contently. "Oh, fuck right. This is our bed."

"Yeah." Blossom said, not having opened her eyes to look at him. "I'm really comfortable right now."

"I can see that." Brick said with a laugh in his voice. Stretching, he rolled over so that he could wrap his arm around Blossom and their son. Feeling her belly press into his stomach made him feel so content. He was going to be a daddy. He was having a son with the girl he'd come to love after going through hell. Literal hell. Laying beside each other as they were, Brick could easily see them after the baby was born taking afternoon naps together. Their son with his miniature cap and red onesie lying between him and Blossom.

Without thinking, Brick pulled Blossom closer and kissed her slowly but deeply. His tongue pushed past her lips and brushed against her own in kiss full of promise. Promise that he couldn't fulfill until a later time. He was brought out of his amorous mood by a very loud throat clearing. Breaking about reluctantly, Brick watched the very deep blush fill Blossom's face as she turned and moved to get up from the mattress they were trying out.

"Christening happens after your mattress has been paid for and delivered to your home." The salesman said awkwardly.

Blossom left an icy mist in her wake as she got up and pointed vaguely in another direction. Brick chuckled knowing that she was just embarrassed and not upset. "Sorry."

The salesman gave an amused smile. He's helped aplenty young couples get their new homes together and was more or less used to seeing them recognize that they found pieces that would make their home. "That's all right. Umm, what size would you like for mattress?"

"King, and when can we get it delivered?" Brick asked.

"It can be done within the next five business days. Is there anything else you'd like to look at?" he gestured to the other furniture in the store.

Brick looked around, thinking about what else he might need immediately for their new home. Aside from the bedroom, he thought about the kitchen slash dining room area. "I guess dining room and living room sets are something we can consider today."

"All right, let's head over that way." The salesmen then looked around for Blossom. "Where's your… girlfriend?"

Brick heard the question within the question. "Blossom's my girlfriend, and I actually don't know." He looked around himself, unsure of where she could've gone. Ever since defeating H.I.M the tingly feelings that all used to have when near one another went away. Aside from Buttercup, it didn't really bother them to not have the connection. If anything, it made them appreciate the love they had for each other more.

Standing up from the bed he was sitting on, he went in the direction he believed Blossom to have gone in. As he walked through the many mattress and bed stuff, he noticed them getting smaller and more…cutesy. Then he noticed that he was heading into the baby section of the store. Sure enough, he was easily able to spot Blossom amongst the cribs. Her bright golden red hair was like a beacon amongst the overly bright lights that shone on the simple and pastel colored cribs. She was standing beside one particular crib that was a pale grey with red decals in the shape of playing blocks, playing balls, and trucks—the typical things that boys would like.

"I like this one." Blossom murmured, not realized that Brick was standing not too far behind her. With one hand on the railing of the crib and the other stroking her belly, she fell under a wave of emotion that brought tears to her eyes. As she was wiping them, Brick came up behind her and placed his hand on her back. "Brick, hey."

"You all right?" he asked noticing the tears that were streaming down her face.

Blossom sniffled loudly before turning to look back at the crib. "Yeah. Yeah. Hormones, and this crib."

Brick looked at the crib and noticed how nice it was. "Do you want it?"

Watery pink eyes flashed up to her boyfriend's face. He was looking earnestly at her, waiting to see what she would say. However, she was taken off guard and unable to form an intelligent response. "What?"

"The crib? Do you want it for the baby?" he asked.

Blossom looked to the crib and then back at Brick before practically throwing herself into his arms. "Yes, yes, yes. Can we get it now and you build as soon as we get to the apartment?" she asked as she held tight to Brick and tears streamed down her face.

Brick smiled as he wrapped an arm around Blossom's back. "Yeah. I'll make it just like it is here."

"Oh my god." Blossom murmured into his shoulder. "We're really making a home. Starting a family, going to college. Is it too much to say that things are perfect? Like this very moment. This is perfect."

Brick thought about what she said, and figured she was right. This moment with his girlfriend eager to embrace their future was a perfect moment. "Yeah, it is." He held onto her for a moment longer and then pulled back to look at her splotchy, beautiful face. "Let's go look at kitchen stuff before going home."

"Okay."

After their moment, Brick led Blossom out of the nursey section with a lingering look at the baby furniture. In the dining room area, they two played more than they looked for a table that would fit in their new home. From the long "mafia boss" tables as Brick called them to the small breakfast nook tables the two would sit and role play of the situation their surrounding could have them in. They were sitting another one of the mafia tables with Brick sitting at the head and doing his best Marlon Brando impression.

"Blossom, mother of my child. Come here." He somehow managed to get out before falling into a fit of laughter. When she walked toward him with a large smile and laughs. "Ah, so beautiful. You're glowing."

"You mean sweating." Blossom choked.

At that, Brick couldn't hold in the rest of his laughter. "You know your ice powers keep you from sweating."

"Not since he got here." Blossom said as she rubbed her belly. "Ever since I got pregnant, I've been running about your temperature as of late."

Brick pushed away from the table and opened his arms for Blossom to sit on his lap. It wasn't as easy to get comfortable as she thought with her belly in the way. Once she was as comfortable in the awkward position, Brick wrapped his arms around her. "You've gotten hotter in more ways than one since becoming pregnant."

"Brick." Blossom started. "I've gained at least twenty pounds. I can only just see my toes over my belly. I think I'm starting to waddle when I walk. My hormones are out of control. Need I go on?"

Her boyfriend shrugged his shoulders. "I'll admit your tits and ass have gotten a bit bigger, but I really don't see a problem with that."

The look Blossom gave Brick was one of girlish indignation. "I've gone up three cup sizes, and I can't fit into any of my pants."

"There's nothing wrong with that." Brick started with a smirk. "It just means both your boys will be very well taken care of, as far as your breasts are concerned. As for your ass well…" he grabbed her butt and gave it a powerful squeeze.

"Brick!" Blossom yelped as she shot up off his lap.

"What? Shouldn't you be glad that I still find you hot at six months pregnant?" Brick asked.

Blossom pursed her lips as she thought about that sentiment. She then exhaled softly, before looking at Brick. His hat was turned backwards in his typical fashion and his hair were just now coming back his shoulders again. The black and white plaid button up over the red t-shirt only made his red features flare brighter and ignite Blossom's urge to run her fingers through the tendrils. "Can we go home? I'm hungry and have a craving for spicy pickles and…and…" her face flushed a deep red as she looked anywhere but at Brick.

No words needed to be said as Brick could practically see the heat coming off her from both embarrassment and need. He stood up from his place at the dining table and took the few steps toward Blossom so he was standing over her. He then lifted her chin up with a finger and met her darkening pinks orbs. He smirked when the blush made her face almost as red as Brick's cap.

Boomer and Bubbles were lounging on the couch at the Utonium home watching a movie when the front door opened. Blossom and Brick came in carrying a bag of Chinese takeout and a grocery bag with a jar of pickles. The two barely casted a glance at their youngest siblings as they quickly made their way up the stairs to Blossom's room. The door closed with a click only heard by those with super hearing.

Bubbles returned to her former position of resting her head in Boomer's lap. "Looks like they had fun."

"Yeah. That reminds me, do you need anything for your dorm?" he asked. as he ran his fingers through her hair.

"The room itself is fully furnished. All I really need are my clothes, my bed sheets, and bathroom supplies." Bubbles said with her cheek moving enticingly against Boomer's thigh.

"How big is your dorm. Will it be like the one in the movies with absolutely no privacy at all? Communal bathrooms that the whole floor have to use?"

Bubbles chuckled at his questions. "I think the only communal bathroom I'll have it between me and my roommates. Townsville University has the equivalent of five-star rooms for college students."

"Good. I'd hate to have to kick some guy's ass for catching a glimpse of my girlfriend naked." Boomer said in a tone that gave no indication that he was joking.

Turning her head in his lap, see noticed the serious look on his face. "Don't tell me you're jealous already."

"Of course. I've got the cutest girlfriend in town and everyone knows it." He said as he ran his hand down her side. "Now I have to compete with frat boys?"

Bubbles giggles as she moved to sit up beside Boomer. She then took his face in her hands and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "If anyone should be worried it's me. I've got the cutest boyfriend in town. Who knows what kind of mischief you'll get into while I'm in class?"

Boomer huffed out a laugh as he wrapped his arms around Bubbles and pulled her across his lap. "Are you jealous?"

Gripping the front of his shirt, Bubbles yanked him forward and placed a deep kiss on his lips. She forced her tongue through his lips and molded it against his own. When she pulled back, she blushed at the smirk on his face and the darkening of his eyes just barely seen from the light coming from the television. He shifted her so that she was straddling him and felt his growing erection. When she gasped softly, he locked his fingers together behind her back right over her butt.

"You know, I've never seen you jealous." He mused. "It's cute, and a little bit hot."

"Just because I'm the sugar, doesn't mean I don't have a little spice." Bubbles whispered as she leaned forward and kissed Boomer again.

Groaning appreciatively, Boomer's hands moved lower toward Bubbles' butt and pulled her against him. His erection was restrained by his jeans, but still felt against her center through her denim shorts. "Is it possible for me to get a little sugar before I head home tonight?"

His answer came in the form of a knowing smirk and his girlfriend stepping backward to raise herself from his lap. She then reached for his hand and pulled him up from the couch. Without another word, the two of them made their way up to Bubbles' room. Her baby blue room was for the most part packed up for her move into her dorm at the beginning of August. The only things left unpacked were her clothes and the bedsheets. Boomer stood looking around her room while she locked the door and then wrapped her arms around him. Every time he came in here, he thought of the first time they had sex. They were each other's first. Her bed was where they first consummated their relationship.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked with her mouth partly pressed into his back.

Boomer placed his hand over Bubbles' where it rested above his belt buckle. He then shook his head as he awkwardly turned in her arms. "I'm thinking of how the next time we have sex, it'll probably be in a dorm."

Bubbles' giggles were silenced with a kiss as Boomer floated him backwards to land on her bed. Settling into the exact position they were in on the couch previously, they roused each other with soft grinding and deep kissing. Their moans were swallowed by their interlocked lips as they pushed each other closer to the peak of arousal. When they two could no longer bear having clothes separate them, they quickly stripped each other and moved under the covers of her bed. For a moment, the two of them just kissed and touched each other.

Over the past few months, the two of them learned what touches garnered the best responses out of each other. At the moment, Boomer's cock was pleasantly being stroked by Bubbles. She found out that he liked slow hard strokes and focused more on the shaft, not bothering to touch the head until he was closer to the edge of orgasm. At the same time, Bubbles' core was being pleasured on the inside with his fingers plunging in and out in a motion mimicking what he'd soon be doing with his cock. When Bubbles broke from their kiss to moan after a stroke struck her g-spot, Boomer knew that it was time to complete the act. He leaned over the edge of her bed to reach for his wallet in his pants.

When it came to having protection, Boomer always had a condom on hand. Even when Mojo decided to not make any more considering he knew who they were being used with—one of many ways he tried to drive a wedge between them—he and his brothers found that lambskin condoms were just as effective. That being said, Boomer was more than a little shocked to see that he didn't have a condom in his wallet.

"Fuck!"

"What is it?"

Boomer threw his pants down none too gently and ran a hand through his hair. "I…I don't have a condom." He grumbled. "I bet you anything Butch took it. Fucking asshole." He thought about his less of an asshole brother being in the next room, but he couldn't—or rather wouldn't—ask him for a condom. The ridicule he'd get for that on top of the vanilla comments…just thinking about it was killing his boner.

As Boomer began to wallow in self-pity, Bubbles bit her lip as she thought long and hard about what they could do. She hadn't told him, but she'd been taking her pill since they made it official that they were dating. Sitting up, she started to reach out to him, when his phone suddenly started ringing.

Groaning in frustration, Boomer rummaged in his pockets until he found his phone and rolled his eyes when he saw that it was Mojo. Not answering wasn't an option with his foul mood nowadays. Pressing the button, he braced himself for whatever tirade Mojo would be on now. "Hello?"

"When are you coming home? It's late." Mojo griped through the speakers in a strangely subdued tone.

Boomer glanced at his naked girlfriend with longing, but with there being no condom the fun was most definitely cut short. "I should be home within the next hour or so."

Mojo grumbled unintelligibly on the other side of the call. "I hope you don't think this behavior will be tolerable once summer is over."

"Yeah, yeah. I know." Boomer sighed. "I'll see you when I get back home."

Mojo grunted his acknowledgement and hung on the phone for a moment longer before hanging up. Boomer placed his phone on Bubbles' nightstand before turning back to her.

"So, what do you want to do?" he wondered aloud.

Bubbles drew her knees up to her chest and took a deep breath to try to settle her nerves. "We could just continue what we were doing before, unless you…" her face burst into flames and she hid it within her hands.

"Unless I what?" Boomer asked, wondering what could be going on in Bubbles' mind.

With her hair falling over her face, it very nearly covered her eyes, but her blush was still evident. Even her ears were tinted red with her embarrassment. "Unless…" she mumbled the rest of her answer and turned her face away.

It was only by the power of his super hearing that he was able to hear what she said. Also, he was glad that he was barely able to hear, because that meant Brick and Blossom definitely didn't hear. He was sure if they did, they'd come barreling into the room and bite both their heads off. Even still, her words were enough to arouse him. He wouldn't be the typical boy if the thought of having bareback sex didn't intrigue him. If how she felt around his fingers were any indication of how good it would feel…he turned away from her and took a cleansing breath—or at least try to.

"I don't think we—."

"I'm on the pill, so if you wanted…" Bubbles trailed off when she heard the loud ripping of fabric. When she glanced down, she noticed that his hand had torn through the mattress and his back was ramrod straight.

Unseen by her, Boomer's other hand had gone to his cock and was holding it firmly. "Umm…" his mind was going a thousand miles a minute and couldn't find it within himself to calm down. "Or…we could try something…different."

"What did you have in mind?"

Ever go down on her or get head?

Turning toward her, Boomer placed a kiss on her lips and coaxed her into lying on her back. His fingers found themselves between her legs much like before and easily inserted themselves into her core. While doing so, he continued to kiss her slowly drawing them down to her neck.

"Boomer, what—ahh!" Her question was cut off when Boomer's kisses continued lower and wrapped themselves around her nipple. Close as he was to her skin, he enjoyed the faint pink flush that spread across the usually milky surface. He couldn't help the smug smile that went across his face and he rolled his tongue over the rosy peak. When he moved to the other breast, Bubbles couldn't resist bringing her hands up and tangling her fingers in his hair. "Boomer." She moaned out.

The sound spurred Boomer on as he shifted onto the bed so that he was bent over her with her legs on either side of him. When he was finished with her breasts, he began to trail them down her stomach tickling her along the way. Sometime between Boomer's lips leaving her breasts and going down her torso her eyes had closed. It wasn't until she felt the warmth of his breath on her wet curls a few shades darker than her head, did her eyes pop open to a very surprising sight. Boomer was kneeling between her legs with his mouth inches away from her.

If it were not for his being stronger than Bubbles, she would've scrambled away from him—not for lack of trying, considering she used her own superhuman strength to try to pull away from him. Also, her body turned red all over from her evident embarrassment. "Boomer, NO!"

What happened next was a complete blur of motion as Bubbles used his strength against him and rolled so they tumbled off her bed. The loud thud was barely muffled by the carpeted floor, and shook the house. The two them wrestled on the floor, trying to pin the other down. In the end, Boomer pinned Bubbles down with his body, more than a little aware that they were both still naked. His dick was extremely hard, bordering on the point of pain. It didn't escape his notice from his place between Bubbles' legs that she was just as turned on as he was. Their breathing was heavy and hot against the other's face, just adding to the tension between them.

Before either one could say anything, there was a very quick succession of knocks on her door. "Everything okay in there?" Brick's voice came through from the other side of the door.

Slumping on top of Bubbles with his full weight, Boomer groaned into her shoulder. "GO! AWAY!" his brother was the last person he wasn't to speak to right now.

"You may want to get dressed and head home. Whatever the hell you two just did, left a huge crack in the ceiling below Bubbles' room." Brick informed him.

"Shit!" Boomer said as he disentangled himself from Bubbles and began gathering his clothes.

Bubbles slowly sat up from where she was sitting and began gathering her things for a shower. A cold shower. She turned to Boomer as he was pulling on his shoes and watched as he dropped his face into hands. "Boomer? Are you okay?"

"I'll be fine." He promised, knowing that he'd be spending time in the shower dealing with his frustration and kicking Butch's ass for stealing his condom. That is if he hadn't left for Hawaii already. The bastard didn't exactly say when he'd be leaving, but he hadn't seen him all day. Standing up, he gathered his phone and wallet before leaving the room, but not without a kiss to his girlfriend's forehead. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Bubbles said with a kiss to his chin. "I love you."

"Love you too."

Upon exiting Bubbles' room, Boomer saw Brick leaning against the wall with his arms folded across his chest and a raised eyebrow.

"Shut up." He snapped as he passed his brother.

Brick simply shrugged. "I didn't say anything."

"You didn't have to, you smug son of a bitch." Boomer said as he knocked into his brother's shoulder on his way down the hall. Brick followed close behind him, if only for the sake that he didn't snap at Blossom who was downstairs inspecting the damage.

Blossom was standing in the dining room looking up at the ceiling where the crack ran about three feet. The broken piece of sheet rock had smashed the glass bowl holding fruit, leaving a decent sized mess to be cleaned. When she heard the stomping coming down the stairs and saw Boomer, she decided not to say anything. From what she and Brick could hear through the wall, their sexual encounter had gone totally awry. In her opinion that wasn't something to laugh about.

Brick was right behind his brother as he followed his out of the house. "Boomer, wait up."

Stopping outside his car, Boomer turned to look at his brother. "What?"

"Look, I know Butch and I teased you about being vanilla—hold on." He said when he saw the red gleam of his brother's laser vision about to activate. "Just don't take it too personally. We each have our own thing that works for us."

Boomer's eyes lost a bit of their heat, but he was still feeling pissed and undignified. "You guys pick fun at me about everything."

"We're your brothers. It's our job to pick fun at each other." Brick chuckled. "We really don't mean anything by it."

"Right." He snorted as he unlocked his car and got in. "If you see Butch before I do, kick him in the balls, would you? I'm pretty sure that jackass stole the condom I had in my wallet?"

Brick leaned over and stuck his head into the open window of Boomer's car. "Are you sure that you didn't use it already?"

Brick barely got out of the way fast enough before the laser vision could catch him in the abdomen. The same couldn't be said for his shirt. His favorite shirt. Before he could berate his brother, he literally burned rubber and sped down the road. Looking down at his shirt, he sighed and turned to go back in the Utonium house. Blossom was standing in the doorway with her hand over her belly, looking mournfully at his shirt.

"I liked that shirt."

"Yeah, me too." Brick grumbled. "Though I don't feel nearly as bad for my shirt as I do for Butch. He'd better hope I see him before Boomer does, or else his balls are going to get totally smashed."

Blossom laughed as she ran a hand through her hair. "I wish I could feel sorry for him."

"Yeah, me too. Though I should give him a call to warn him. When Boomer's pissed, he doesn't control his strength very well. He might very well make it so Butch never has kids."

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Blossom laughed as watched Brick pull his phone out to call his brother.

"Maybe, but then none of us would get our kicks as Butch tries to parent his eventual daughter." Brick said, while hitting speed dial for his brother.

"What?"

Brick shook his head as he waited for the call to pick up. "Inside joke between me and your dad."

"Oh, so you two are on good enough terms to share jokes?" Blossom asked as she and Brick made their way to the kitchen to store their remaining take out.

Brick gave a small smile until he heard Butch's voicemail pick up. "Sorry I'm not here. Leave a message and depending on if I think it's important, will call you back."

"Hey Butch. You better get yourself a cup to protect your jewels. Boomer's rightfully pissed at you for stealing his condom. Also, lay off him about being vanilla." Brick said as he hung up. "I've done my brotherly duties."

Blossom sat with her chin propped in her hands as she watched Brick. Whether he knew it or not he was going to be a great daddy.

"We're really going me to Hawaii?" Buttercup asked as she and Butch flew side by side with large duffle bags hoisted over shoulders.

Butch turned so that he was flying on his side, giving the impression that he was lounging in the air. "Yep."

"Why?"

"Two reasons. One because you mentioned going around the world and I thought that I should be the one to accompany you. Besides, I have more than enough money to pay for it. Second, my brother could use a break from you."

"I said I'd cut him some slack." Buttercup retorted. "Do I really need to be taken out of the continental United States for that?"

Butch shrugged. "No, not really. However, it does make it easier for him to breathe."

"Are you saying I'm being overbearing?"

"You and I aren't ones to be subtle, Cupcake." Butch said as he showed off by flying backwards in front of her. "That and it's clear you've never like him."

"He never gave me a reason to." Buttercup answered. "It's a miracle I like you."

Butch threw his head back and laughed a deep belly laugh at that. "Don't try to be cute. We both know that you love me. Tingles or no tingles."

The very mention of that lost connection made Buttercup frown as she looked away from Butch. While Butch seemed to do well without, Buttercup sometimes felt like she was making an intense effort to be Butch. It was almost as if she was trying to disprove that they needed the tingles in the first place to be together. Normally she was able to hide this from Butch, but when he was in her face like he was now, he could see everything.

"Buttercup?" Butch shifted so he could better see her face in the waning sunlight. "Everything all right?"

Mentally snapping herself out of her internal funk, she shook her head and plastered a smile onto her face. "Yeah, it's nothing. Hey, what do you say to a race?"

She didn't give him a chance to answer before she took off in a flash of lime green light. Butch turned to look after her, knowing this this little display was her way of not confronting her feelings. His way of not dealing with his feelings was to just cover them up with anger. Hers was to run. Not letting willing to let her get away from him, he took off after her. It wasn't so much as a race as it was a game of cat and mouse and Butch decided to try to catch her. When he first tried to grab her, she easily evaded thinking that he was only trying to deter her from getting to their destination first, but when he kept coming for her, she realized that he had started a new game entirely.

Soon the ever-growing night sky became streaked with green as the two super humans played their game. Butch would always come close to catching Buttercup, but she'd easily evade him. When Butch finally got his hands on her, it was mostly due to Buttercup allowing him. Once she was in his arms, she wrapped her own around his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss. The physical feeling that was normally there with the tingles wasn't, but it didn't make the kiss any less meaningful. If anything, it just proved that Butch really loved her.

When they broke the kiss, Buttercup looked around them unsure of where exactly they were. She couldn't say she'd been paying attention exactly to where she was flying. "Butch, do you know where we are?"

Looking around himself, Butch in fact didn't know where they were. "No where near Hawaii, I'll tell you that much. Do you want to land and grab a bite to eat?"

The decision was made for her when her stomach growled so loud that their super hearing was simply over kill to have. Sharing a laugh between the two of them, Butch took her hand and together they descended toward whatever unsuspecting city they happened to be flying over. Going toward where they saw the most lights, the two of them landed outside the city and walked the rest of the way. As they were walked on the side of the road, a few people honked their horns at them. Some were in jest, others were in indignation for them drifting a little too close to the road. Those cars were gifted with a raised middle finger from Butch when it happened. When they finally reached the city, their eyes went wide with a wonder. It was a bustling metropolis of a city with shining lights made from various LED and neon. Music spilled from the many buildings along with the smells of food.

Butch sniffed appreciatively at the delicious smells of steak and baked potato coming from one direction. In another direction was something cheesy and full of spices and herbs. "Everything smells good. What do you feel like having?"

Buttercup was too caught up in the bright lights that were surrounding them. She'd been to City's Ville a few times, but it had nothing on the bright lights of this place. "Where do you think we are?"

Before Butch could make a guess, the answer came in the form of a tour bus that bled a slew of men dressed as Elvis Presley. The impression ran from almost perfect to absolutely terrible. Butch wasn't sure whether to be annoyed or impressed. He decided on annoyed when three different Elvis impersonators stopped and began flirting with Buttercup. Their use of lyrics from his various songs made Buttercup laugh as she rebuffed them gently. However, it was when one of them came up behind Buttercup and pressed himself against her back, that Butch was forced into action.

Just as the guy would've pressed his groin against her ass, Butch lifted him up by the collar of his bedazzled jacket with one hand. Looking over her shoulder, Buttercup watched as the guy looked over his sunglasses at the terrifying figure that was Butch Jojo, the most violent of the rowdy Ruff Boys. His green eyes that usually held a playful gleam were shining with the predatory glare of the canine element of his makeup. "Stick to your peanut butter and banana sandwiches instead of my Cupcake. You get me?"

The Elvis impersonator nodded his head before he was dropped unceremoniously to the ground. The glowing emerald glare that fell on the rest of the Elvises sent a shiver of cold fear down their backs. They then gathered their fellow Presley and scrambled into the hotel that they were standing outside of.

"Wow, that was different." Buttercup said before turned to a still scowling Butch. "Las Vegas, huh?"

"Yeah, we're in Vegas." Butch sighed. "Come on, let's get a bite to eat. We've been flying all day."

He then took Buttercup's hand as they walked the sidewalk scoping for a place to eat. Butch came to a stop in front of a place that claimed to have the best steak in the city. They were about to go in when a hand came out and stopped their entry.

"I'm going to need some form of ID, pal." The security guard said and then pointed at the sign declaring that only those at least twenty-one years of age were allowed in.

Buttercup sighed and was about to walk in the other direction when Butch pulled out his wallet and revealed two ID. Her eyes widened as she watched the security guard scrutinize the two counterfeit cards. When the large man handed the cards back to Butch and stepped aside to let them pass, Buttercup had to fight to keep her jaw from falling open. She was vaguely aware of Butch pulling her through the door and into the restaurant. They were soon seated and having their drink orders taken. She was surprised further when Butch ordered a beer for himself to drink, while she mumbled out about wanting an iced tea.

It was when the drinks came, and she saw Butch take a deep drink that she shook herself out of her shock. "How is it that you have…you know what don't answer that. I forgot. You're the son of a criminal." She laughed as she took her straw and prepped it to shoot the paper end at Butch.

"Former criminal." Butch said. "And why not? We're going to travel the world. Starting in Hawaii after tonight."

"And we need fake ID cards for Hawaii?" she asked.

"Yes, among other stuff we might want to do."

"And what stuff might we want to do?"

Butch simply tapped the tip of his nose before he took another sip of his beer.

Buttercup looked at him with a raised brow. "Since when do you drink beer?"

"My brothers and I used to sneak out after Mojo went to sleep and we'd go to City's Ville. Usually we'd hang at The Joint with Joey, but sometimes to try to be cool, we'd drink a beer or two with some of the other teenagers." Butch shrugged.

Buttercup hummed as she nodded her head. "Try to be cool? Aside from the little card trick you just pulled you have never been cool."

"I have always been cool, you stupid wimpy lame-o girl." He then leaned over the table to kiss her.

Buttercup snorted once Butch pulled away from the kiss. "You had a bowl cut with a cowlick. You had a spiky hairdo that used a very cheap and smelly hair gel. You only just stopped using it because I told you I wouldn't have sex with you because of it." She ticked off on her fingers. "Oh, I also made you bite your tongue and you totally felt emasculated by that. So, tell me again how you're cool?"

"I'm cool because I have the coolest girl as my girlfriend." He said as the waiter came by the table to take their order.

"You are so cheesy." Buttercup laughed with a blush covering her cheeks as she placed her order.

Once Butch placed his order the two of them sat in companionable silence for a little while. They listened to the bustle of the restaurant and the conversations of the nearby patrons. "What do you want to do first when we get to Hawaii?"

"Learn how to surf." She answered immediately.

"How tourist can you get?" Butch teased.

"Okay wise ass, what would you like to do?" Buttercup asked, leaning over the table toward him in anticipation.

Butch thought for a second and then smiled big. "Start a tattoo sleeve."

"What?"

"Yeah, I wanna start a tattoo road map of the places we're going to go. That being said, after we eat, we should go find a tattoo parlor." Butch said growing more excited as he spoke. "It's going to be awesome."

Reluctantly, Buttercup had to admit that a tattoo would be cool. However, she was unsure if a tattoo would even take to their skin, being superhuman and all. "What would you even get?"

"When we get to Hawaii, a volcano. While I'm here…I think snips, snails, and dog tails." He said with a nod.

Their food had just been placed in front of them when Buttercup started laughing. "Okay, I'll admit to a volcano tattoo being cool, but do you really want your first one to be snips, snails, and puppy dog tails?"

"Just dog tails, Cupcake. I'm not going to go my life with puppy tattooed forever in ink on me." He then picked up his utensils to begin tearing into the thick steak he'd gotten for himself.

Buttercup picked up her fork to dive into her spicy white cream chicken pasta when she had a thought. "Maybe I should get a tattoo too. I've already gotten my belly pierced."

"Yeah," Butch said around a moan with a mouth full of steak. Buttercup was unsure of his soft exclaim was due to the food being good or his carnal memories of said belly ring. "What are you going to get?"

"I don't know. Maybe, I should get sugar, spice, and everything nice." She teased. "Make it a matching set." She then laughed aloud to herself and shook her head.

On his third, maybe fourth bite, of steak he looked up and rose a brow. "What is it?"

"I think both our dads would blow a gasket if we got matching tattoos." She explained around bites of her pasta. "Professor only barely tolerated me getting a belly ring."

"I'll bet." Butch laughed. "By the way, how old were you when you got it?"

Eating more pasta as she thought about when, she made sure she swallowed before answering. "I was fifteen and hanging out with a friend who said he could get someone to do it for only fifty bucks."

The way she said friend, had Butch looking at him with a scrutinizing stare. She was pointedly looking away from him and focusing a bit too hard on her meal. It didn't take much to figure that the friend she mentioned was a guy. It took even less to figure that the guy was Mitch Mitchelson. "Did you get your tetanus shot or maybe penicillin after that?"

A sharp pain suddenly radiated from his shin from the impact of the kick that Buttercup shot his way. "Despite what you think, the guy had valid credentials and his establishment was very professional and clean."

"If you say so." he grumbled while rubbing his shin. He was an idiot for forgetting for a second that she was almost as strong as he was.

Ignoring his disgruntled tone, Buttercup continued her meal with Butch soon following after. Once they were ready for the check, Butch pulled out his phone and checked his messages. He laughed when he heard the one from Brick about Boomer and the stolen condom. Hopefully by the time they got back to Townsville his baby brother would be over it. After checking his messages, he looked up the closest tattoo parlor with the best reviews.

"Ready to go get our first tats?" Butch asked once his card was returned to him. His excitement was contagious as Buttercup stood up and let him lead the way to their next adventure.

The shop that Butch choose for them was called Blood and Ink. The interior had that pirate feel to it with its wooden banisters and once cream walls done over with a multitude of art styles. The place smelled of ink and leather and was filled with the sound of miniature machines buzzing and classic rock over their speakers. All in all, it was a nice establishment. The artist that Butch and Buttercup were paired with to do their work was a man nicknamed The Captain. He was the owner of the place and looked to farthest from what the young adults expected of a tattoo artist. An older man with his salt and pepper hair neatly combed back, and he wore nice jeans with a button downed shirt with the sleeves rolled up. Proof of his commitment to the permanent art style was a mural of work that started from his wrist and disappeared under the sleeve of his shirt.

At the moment, he was finishing up Buttercup's tattoo. The script of the words was tatted in an elegant cursive with spice being inked in her signature lime green, which Butch found to be stunning against her skin. His own tattoo covered by the bandage was the perfect compliment with its typewriter script of his phrase—snails being done graffiti style with an illusion spray paint splash behind it. Both of them had gotten their tattoos placed on the left inner forearm.

The Captain gave one last stroke to the beautiful green script and wiped away the access ink. Buttercup looked down at the fresh ink and smiled widely, liking it more than ever thought she could. "Wow. That's really amazing."

"Thank you, and it's always a pleasure to service a pretty girl." The Captain said with a playful wink. He then went about putting a special healing ointment on the tattoo and covered it with a protective bandage, just like he did Butch. "Are you two going to spend long in Vegas?"

Butch shook his head. "Nah, this was just a stop on our way to Hawaii." He helped Buttercup from her place and together they followed The Captain to the front desk. "We're seeing the world."

"Good for you." He smiled. "Best to do it while you're young before settling down."

"Have you been to Hawaii?" Buttercup asked from beside Butch.

The Captain chuckled good naturedly as he rang the two green superhumans up for service. "I've been all over the world. Tried all sorts of food. Seen all sorts of people. Experienced life to its fullest. You'll be better for it. Trust me."

"It's what I'm hoping for." Buttercup sighed as she was rejuvenated with astounding excitement.

The smile that crossed The Captain's face was fatherly as he watched the young girl practically hum from her impatience to see the world. "Together it's five hundred."

Butch whipped out his debit card and not five minutes later the two of them were on outside with their duffel bags pulled across their chests.

"To Hawaii?"

Butch was about to say yes, when he saw the lights advertising the Caesar's Palace casino. The smile that crossed his face was one of pure Rowdy Ruff boy mischief, and he couldn't help but want to answer the call bred deep in his Chemical X infused DNA.

Hi my lovelies. I know I said Butch and Buttercup were going to Hawaii, and they are. Just not without causing a little bit of trouble first. It's called Sin City for a reason. I hope you guys are prepared for what happens next.

Until Next Time