Title: Happy Birthday, Girls!

Rating: T, for some strong language and sexual content.

Part Three: Please, Butch? (Buttercup)

Pairing: Greens

Summary: Pending three-shot. How each of the RowdyRuffs celebrates their counterpart's eighteenth birthday. Part Three: Please, Butch? (Buttercup).

Disclaimer: I don't own the PowerPuff Girls.

A/N: OK SO GUESS WHAT ?! NEW CONTEST WORD. This month's word is SCHOOL, chosen by kuku88. Start gettin those one shots in before the deadline! Info's up on my profile, of course.

For the last chapter, I probably poured about anhundred glasses of milk on Justin Beaver. Because I felt like it. Thanks for your help in that endeavour! :D And last but not least, we have part three! Sorry it took me so long to post... I had a lot of stuff on my mind! It's my favourite part, of course, because of the greens! ;) be cautious, it's got some uh... sexual content... but do you expect any less from me? Haha, enjoy! :D

xoxo ~ml

Part Three: Please, Butch? (Buttercup)

It was game over. Again.

Butch scowled and tossed his controller to the floor as his girlfriend laughed triumphantly. He was sitting on the couch with his knees spread apart and Buttercup on the floor, nestled in between them comfortably. He'd just lost to her in Mortal Kombat for what had to have been the sixtieth time that day. He had to remind himself never to challenge his girlfriend when she claims she's the best at something.

"Ha-ha, a perfect score yet again, Butch!" Buttercup cheered, twisting around to face him from her spot beneath him on the floor. He scowled again and she grinned. "What, you can't take losing to your girlfriend?"

She turned completely around, now on her knees in front of him, resting her elbows on his thighs with a playful look in her eyes.

"I let you win," Butch lied through gritted teeth. "Only 'cuz its your birthday."

Now it was Buttercup's turn to scowl. She needn't be reminded that today she turned eighteen grand years old. She felt like half her life was gone by and she'd done nothing she'd always wanted to do. Like skydiving. And bungee jumping!

"I wish I could be a kid forever," Buttercup sighed, resting her chin on Butch's left knee and looking lazily up at him.

"You still act like a kid," he smirked. She growled in response, but aside from the gutteral noise she said nothing. She was deep in thought.

"There's a lot of stuff I really loved doing as a kid that I can't do now, you know?"

He nodded, seeming to understand. "Oh yeah, like making me explode?"

She punched him in the arm. "I can still do that, you know."

"I'd like to see you try," he smirked again.

Another punch to the arm and she held her fist above the spot just between his thighs. He flinched and made to cover himself, clenching her hips between his knees in the process. "Don't think I won't do it," she threatened. "Remember last time, you couldn't sit for a week."

He shuddered inwardly at the memory, his groin throbbing painfully even as he did so. He didn't want another episode like that. "Alright, so you still wanna be a kid," he said, veering her attention back to the topic at hand.

"Yeah," she said slowly, lowering her fist to her side. "But there's still some adult things that I want to be able to do as soon as possible." Buttercup mused, more to herself than anything else. But her boyfriend was curious. He raised an eyebrow.

"Such as?"

She stared into his eyes for a moment, debating whether or not she should answer this question. Of course, her ardour got the best of her and she grinned.

"Well..." she started, picking her head up and leaning forward a bit. But she stopped herself, another thought forming in her mind. "Butch, what are you getting me for my birthday?" she absently traced circles on his chest with her index finger, not looking at him, but that same half-smile playing at her lips.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "You told me not to get you anything," he replied simply. At the sight of her eye-roll, he quickly corrected himself. "Er, I mean, what is it you want, anyways?"

The grin widened on her face and she continued to lean forward until her face was inches away from his. She lowered her voice to a whisper and said, "About those... adult things..."

Before Butch had a chance to respond, she was kissing him; softly, but with a certain passion behind her lips that he couldn't quite place.

He pulled back after a moment of this and looked at her curiously.

"Are... Are you trying to do what I think you're trying to do?"

Her only response was the movement of her lips down to his chin, his neck, his collarbone. He groaned and pushed Buttercup's shoulders away.

"Buttercup." he said sternly, warning her. "No."

A flash of fury crossed her eyes and she squinted. "Yes," she retorted, twirling her fingers in the side of his hair just behind his ear.

"No way."

Buttercup pouted. "I don't know who you are anymore," she asked exaggeratedly. He rolled his eyes. "What happened to my boyfriend, Butch, who didn't care about anything and always wanted adventure? Where's that Butch?"

Butch groaned again and tilted his head back. She was making it impossible for him to see straight. He really wanted to, god knows how badly he wanted to... But he couldn't. He'd made a promise. To himself and to her sister, Blossom. She'd made him promise nothing like this would happen right away when they'd gotten together...

...but Buttercup was being so damn difficult. The way she sat there in his lap, sticking out her bottom lip and pleading with him with those giant, seductive green eyes...

He reached out and put a hand to her face, pulling her chin towards his face testingly. She studied the blank expression in his eyes the whole time until their lips touched again. This time the kiss was soft and slow, gentle and careful. It took all of Butch's strength not to kick it up a notch. But Buttercup got tired of the softness and did it herself.

Pretty soon, Buttercup's knees were wrapped around his waist, her hands planted firmly on his chest. She snaked a hand up under his shirt, feeling his warm, bare chest and he moaned, exasperated, into her mouth. She needed to fucking stop it before he had a heart attack.

"Buttercup," he mumbled, pulling away again. "Seriously. I promised Blossom I wouldn't."

Buttercup scoffed. "Since when do you care about what Blossom says?"

He didn't have an answer to that. He just stared at her perfect form before him, literally begging for it. The more he thought about it, the more imbecile Blossom's promise sounded. Sure, he'd told her it wouldn't happen, but she didn't need to know. And he sure didn't have a problem with Buttercup giving it up to him...

"Please, Butch?" she whispered uncharacteristically into his ear, her voice sending shivers down his spine. She kissed him right on the soft, vulnerable skin behind his earlobe. Fuck, she was difficult.

He turned his head to hers and met her lips again. He couldn't take it anymore. It was like torture in the absolute worst degree. He scooped his arms under her thighs, lifting her up slightly and pulling her mouth deeper into the kiss. He wasted no time taking control and fighting for the upper hand—well, mouth. She shook with her eagerness and pleasure as he moved his lips away from hers and pressed them hotly to her soft shoulder, her supple neck, the very top of the crease between her perfect breasts.

Buttercup inhaled deeply and managed to gasp, "So, I take it that's a yes?"

But her boyfriend's only response was a low growl as he followed her curves up with his hands, reaching under her shirt to caress her bare waist and tummy.

Fuck Blossom. Who cared if she found out. Even a million annoying lectures from the ginger chick was totally worth this.

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