I'm unsure wether to change this to rating M because it does HINT AT SEX, however, it doesn't really mention it nor is it explicit. If you feel uncomfortable and you want me to change the rating, feel free to send me a message.

So, here's the thing. Butch moves a lot when he sleeps, sometimes he talks, but mostly he kicks and punches and maybe some superpower here and there. It was a nightmare for his two brothers for the first years when they shared a bed. Butch though? He didn't care much about it, his brothers were also assholes, so sue him for moving a little bit when he sleeps. Or, rather, used to sleep. He is not an insomniac, no, or at least not to Brick's level. He used to really love that part of his day, finally closing his eyes and shutting the world out, he still does but now... now he dreads his dreams.

They aren't nightmares, Butch isn't a baby, if he had one he would simply go back to sleep or deal with it by going into the kitchen and eating whatever's in the fridge (Brick and Boomer's leftovers included).

They are dreams, because she is always there. Figures she would also find a way to torture him even when they're not even together.

She would be Buttercup Utonium, by the way. With her gorgeous green eyes and her dangerous smile and her perfect body and that damned attitude that made EVERYTHING a challenge. It would be understandable if the dreams she appeared on were wet dreams (come on, her body put goddesses to shame, her body was completely the type he drooled after) but they weren't. She just... she was just there. And it scares him what that means. Because contrary to popular belief, Butch wasn't dumb. He is aware that his dreams are a projection of his... feelings for the green eyed puff. And he also knew that it was much more than what he thought he would ever be capable of feeling. So, he finds himself avoiding his dreams more often and annoying the living crap out of her so that they can keep on hating each other. So that he can forget he loves her.

So. Here's the thing. Buttercup used to be a heavy sleeper. Keyword being used to. Now that she is older, however, every little thing seems to wake her up. Once they had (finally) gotten their own rooms, they had agreed to each set up an emergency line. So night after night, buttercup would say goodnight to her family and just... stare at the blank smiling face on the telephone, kinda waiting for it to ring, kinda not. And after realizing she couldn't sleep she would turn and grab her own phone and distract herself. Lately, though, she had been finding herself looking up at her ceiling. Nothing seemed to distract her enough from the subject that was running through her mind. Sometimes she wishes she had bubbles' ability to sleep wherever (blossom also managed to fall asleep wherever, but only after pulling all-nighters).

The subject at hand was.. well. Someone she really shouldn't be thinking about. She really really shouldn't. And yet, his green eyes and gorgeous face appeared to be stuck in her mind. God why of all the people in this forsaken universe did she had to fall for the biggest annoyance to exist. Why did she have to go and fall for Butch jojo, king of assholes. Buttercup let out a groan. He was a player, and he probably didn't even care about feelings and relationships. He would probably only break her heart if she so much as told him her feelings. Fuck, he would probably laugh at her face and proceed to make out with some other girl. But it was fine. She was never going to let out her secret. She turned to her side, disheartened. No one would know about her dumb crush or how much it hurt her. She would rather die than letting anyone know.

"Why did it have to be you?"

So, one last time, here is the thing. If anyone had told him buttercup was a cuddler he would have laughed straight in their faces. If someone had told him he was going to end up being the small spoon when spooning he would have looked at them like they were crazy. And if someone had told him that someday he would end up in bed with the love of his life by his side he would have punched them square in the face for giving him hopes.

But here he was, feeling safe and warm with the smaller girl wrapping her arms arounding him. And she was fucking adorable too, with her cute nose and pouty lips. He was so gone for her. So absolutely gone and she didn't have a clue. Because all they were to each other was an outlet. They were only sex partners, and he was okay with it. He didn't need more. But how he wanted it. Her nose started to wrinkle, and Butch realized she was waking up. He kinda wished she didn't, not because he didn't love being with her, more so because then the admiring time would be over and she would leave him alone in an empty apartment. It still shocked him buttercup stayed after sex, but he didn't complain. Not when the morning light hit her profile just right and it would highlight her muscles and sometimes her tights and her lips... He really wanted to kiss her again.

Buttercup stretched and opened her eyes.

"Hey"

Said Butch, like a tool.

"Hey"

She said, like the smart and beautiful being she was.

"Did I wake you up?"

Butch said, changing his position into a more upright.

"Yeah. You gotta stop moving that much, man."

Buttercup answered she made no effort to get out of bed.

"Sorry."

"It's cool"

He really really really wanted to kiss her. And you know what? Buttercup may never be his and someday this will end and she will find someone right for her, but in this moment buttercup was willing to give herself to him so what the hell, right?

"Ready for round two?"

He said after leaning down and stealing a kiss out of her lips. Buttercup smiled.

"I have to meet my sisters for lunch"

She said. Butch moved down to her neck, she didn't stop him.

"That's great"

Buttercup tangled her hands on Butch's hair. Well, that clearly wasn't a no.