Me: Okay, well here is the chapter for the Greens!

Buttercup: Whoo! We finally get to get into the warmth of an actually building!

Butch: Whoo! I finally get to *mumbling that can't be deciphered due to my hand being over his mouth*

Me: Sorry, Butch was about to spoil it! Okay well i don't own anything except my phone! Enjoy!

Chapter 12: Green Relaxation

Butch:

Buttercup begins to run with me quickly following behind her, thinking about where I may have seen Buttercup before all this happened, until we see a giant lodge with a small lodge a little ways behind it. Oh thank gosh, we can finally stay in a warm lodge-house-thing instead of a broken fur trappers' hut or a small cave or under tree roots that make a tent like structure as a shelter! And even better is that both Buttercup and I could possibly take a shower! A nice, warm, relaxing shower! And then we could sit by a fire and maybe talk so that I can figure out how the hell I know her or where I know her from.

She stops and I stop with her, confused about why we can't just keep going. She shifts to human as soon as I stop next to her. I shift as well so that I can see what's going on. "What is it? And why is it preventing us from going to that lodge?" I question.

"A couple of wolves can't just knock on the door and ask a normal person for a room or a place to stay, now can they?!" She counters looking at me before running. It takes me a second to realize that she's running, but then I start to run after her. She's really good at keeping me on my toes, that just makes me like her even more. I don't know if that's good or bad though.

She's actually really fast as well. I mean she is definitely not as fast as me, but she is fast. She's fast for a tracker, she kind of looks too hot to be a tracker, but the Jojo pack doesn't really have any trackers so I can't really say anything about them. She's the first tracker I've really ever met. Once we reach the door she raps her fist on the door until a man that looks like he really needs sleep opens the door. He looks at us and raises an eyebrow.

"We're half naked and lost. Can you please give us a small room or something to sleep and clean up in? We don't have any money, but I will promise to entertain your dinner crowd for as long as we are staying here. Please just give us a place to sleep, a place to clean up, and some clothes to wear." Buttercup said without putting any arguing tone in her voice. She was telling him to do what she wanted and give us a room. He seemed to consider this and walked out.

He brought us to the smaller lodge that was near the rear of the bigger lodge. He showed us in and got us each a room key. He then pointed to the doors in the hall. I could hear some faint sounds of heartbeats, but I didn't pay any attention to them. Buttercup went straight into the room and checked it out. The lodge guy asked what kind of clothes we wanted and I told him to just bring green clothes. She was wearing green at Mitch's 'Fun in the Woods' party. That party seems so distant, even though it was only about three days ago.

"I have to admit that this room is really nice. There are two sinks, two showers, a bathtub, a separate little room thing for the toilet. The bathroom has a ton of towels, all green. And then the room has a fireplace across from the bed, a dresser to put clothes in, and-" Buttercup said as she walked around the room and I stood in the middle of the room.

"And one bed." I finished, trying not to smile when she looked over at the bed. The bed is really nice and so is the room, but the point is that there are two of us and only one bed. I don't mind it, but I don't know what her feelings are about it.

"Yeah, oh don't tell me that you can't handle sleeping in the same bed as a girl? I mean I seriously thought that since we've been stuck in close quarters to sleep since this started, you wouldn't mind having to sleep in the same bed. You don't do you?" She questioned putting her right hand on her hip in a 'seriously you care' sort of way.

"No, I just didn't know how you felt about sleeping in the same bed. Now I know that you're okay with it. I wasn't going to make you uncomfortable if you didn't want to sleep in the same bed. I'm just pointing it out." I said looking at her and putting my hands up in surrender. She nodded once.

"Well, thanks for the thought, but I'm fine." She said before walking back into the bathroom. She walked out a second later with a confused look on her face. It made her look kind of adorable. "Do you even like green? I mean I don't even know if you like green. I don't really know what your favorite color is." She said crossing her arms and looking at me curiously.

"Yes, I do like green. Green is actually my favorite color. To be more specific, my favorite color is dark forest or emerald green." I respond with a little laugh. She really is even more adorable when she crosses her arms like she's determining if she should hit you or hug you. "What about you?" I ask looking at her with equal curiosity and crossing my arms across my chest as well.

"Mine's green as well. I like all green, but if we're being specific, my favorite color is neon green or Peridot. And that's good because pretty much every fabric in this room is a different shade of green. What did you tell the one lodge guy when he asked about clothes?" She asks as she looks back up at me and begins to tap her foot on the ground.

"I asked that he bring green clothes. And he should be back any-" I was saying when the knocking came from the door. I uncrossed my arms and answered it. The lodge guy was there and he had a bag. He handed it to me and told me that we could stay a maximum of three days and that Buttercup better keep on her promise and entertain tonight at dinner. And that late dinner is at eleven and that will be when she is to sing each night we stay here. I nodded and accepted the clothes with a thanks. He left and I dumped the clothes into drawers. It didn't really matter.

The clothes were already separated. They fell into the drawers and I really didn't have to touch any of them and make them dirty. Buttercup wasn't in the main base of the room, and I didn't hear any water, so where is she?

"I found a washer and dryer. We can put our dirty clothes in the washer and then put them into the dryer when they're done in the washer. And in the mean time we can wear these." Buttercup said as she walked out wearing a torn sweat shirt and hole-y sweatpants. She tossed me a pair of both and pointed to the laundry room that was hidden in the closet. (A/N: All of their rooms look like this, but the furniture is in different places.)

I went into the laundry room and changed. It felt weird wearing only these torn clothes. I put my dirty underpants in the washer. Buttercup comes back in and finishes putting the cleaning detergent in and starting the washer. We both walk out and we both sat on the floor. We didn't really have anything to do, so we decided to sit down and relax.

The problem is that Buttercup wasn't really relaxing and I couldn't stop myself from just watching her. She seems to be way more interesting when she is trying to relax. She sits with her legs crossed and her shoulders slumped. Her eyes are closed, but I think she can feel me watching her.

"Why are staring at me?" She finally asks me, opening her eyes to look at me with an annoyed look. It doesn't really faze me. I just smile and watch her as she continues to sit there. She looks cute when she sits trying to relax, and even more so when she is annoyed. "Well, what the hell is going on in the head of yours? What are you thinking?" She asks me getting impatient.

Buttercup:

"I'm just thinking that you look incredibly cute when you try to look like you're relaxing even though you really aren't. And that when you are annoyed it is even cuter because your nose twitches like a little rabbit's. I'm just finding some of the things you do unintentionally kind of cute. And then you try not to act cute and it just kind of makes you look even cuter." Butch says with big smile.

"Well, then stop watching me! I don't want you watching me! So stop!" I demand flailing my arms to try to force him to stop. I just scowl at him when he sits and smiles at me still. Does he understand how annoying that is!

"You know you are incredibly-" He began smiling at me still.

"Don't call me cute, or you will wish you hadn't." I warned, but he doesn't really like to listen. Even when he really should.

"You're incredibly cute!" he says as I jump at him, tackling him to the ground. I'm really strong, but he catches my hand when I try to hit him. And then my other hand when I try to hit him with that one. He holds me up so that my face is above his face, but I can't get up or get away. Shit, I'm stuck, and I'm really close to his face. I can't get away from him. But that doesn't change that I continue to struggle to get out of his grip. That's when we hear the ding of the washer, finally! He lets me go and I roll to the side before I can land on him. I run and put all of our laundry into the dryer.

"I'm going to go take a shower and get all of this dirt and other substances off of me. There is another shower so you can take one too, you smell like a trash bin." I say as I head for the bathroom. I turn in time to see his disgusted face after he smelled himself. I almost laugh, he is kind of cute when he does that. But I'll never admit that to him.

I walk into the bathroom, start the shower, and strip off the sweats that I was wearing. I then jump into the rushing water. I let the water beat down on my dirt covered body and wash it all away. I take the body soap and begin to scrub my neck, arms, and torso to get all of the dirt off of me. I then look for some shampoo and conditioner that doesn't smell like pineapple and mango. There isn't any in this one, but I could check the other one. I peek out of the shower and see Butch is just taking walking into the bathroom.

"Hey, Butch… could you check and see if there is any shampoo or conditioner in that shower that isn't pineapple and mango?" I ask as he looks at me and then goes to the second shower and grabs a green bottle.

"Do you mind if it's both in one and it is Pert?" He asks looking back at me. I shake my head no and he hands me the bottle. I lather it on and scrub it in deeply and making all my hair really soapy and then rinsing it out. I repeat that process a second time and then I hand the shampoo back to Butch, who was taking off the sweatshirt. He took it and I got back to washing up. I heard the water from the other shower go on and then the sound of someone getting into it.

I continued to stand in the warm water and soak it up. Washing my body over again, just to make sure that I got completely clean. That I just felt like I wasn't clean yet, and I hate feeling like that, so I washed again. When I was finished, I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my dark, glistening, soaked, raven-black hair. I then grabbed a second towel and wrapped it around my body. I then walked across the cold bathroom floor and into the bedroom.

"There are sweatpants and shirts in the drawers. I went back through and fixed them. I found some sweatpants and shirts that you could wear." Butch said when I walked into the bedroom. He wasn't facing me, but he was only in dark green sweatpants. He was not wearing a shirt, so I could see just how sculpted his back is, and his black hair is still wet, his hair was dripping water down his back.

"Okay." I said as I began to walk toward the laundry closet. I walked in and saw that my bra and underwear were on the top of the dryer. I walked to the entrance of the closet room and stuck my head out. "You took my bra and underwear out of the dryer?!" I questioned and demanded at the same time.

"Yeah, I was grabbing my underpants and your stuff was with mine. And I didn't want you to have to bend over the edge and have to try to grab them. If you tried, you'd have to use both hands and I'm pretty sure you don't want me seeing anything, so I put them out. It's not like I set them out for you." Butch answered still rifling through and fixing the drawers, still not looking at me. I walked back in and quickly put my bra and underwear on. I then walked into the bedroom and went to the drawers to look for something to wear for the night. The thing is that I really just need sweatpants because I usually only wear sweatpants and my bra to bed at night. I look in some of the drawers and find a pale green pair of sweatpants. I quickly put them on and walk over to the fireplace, where a fire is already going.

I sit on the floor and start to untangle my hair with my fingers and stare at the fire. Butch came and sat beside me. I stopped playing with my hair and looked over at him to see that he was watching me. "You look like you're tense. Here, this should help. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you." Butch said moving behind me. He began to move his hands over my back and shoulders in a massaging action. At first I didn't really like it, it hurt a little. But then it began to feel amazing. I began to sigh from the comfort of him massaging my back. "How'd you get this scar on your shoulder?" Butch asked moving his thumb over my scar.

"I tackled a cougar when I was ten. Some idiots had gotten themselves into trouble and I had jumped at the cougar to make sure that it didn't maul one of them. It had scratched me." I said before he began to massage my back and shoulders again. My head went back and all my hair fell over my shoulder. Butch had moved, so now my head was laying against him. When he stopped I turned to look at him. The look in his eyes as he looked at me, it made my heart beat even faster.

I leaned over the little space between us and kissed Butch. He immediately began to kiss back. I quickly broke the kiss and stood up, my breathing was starting to go as fast as my heartbeat. Butch stood up and looked at me, and before I could blink, one of Butch's hands was holding my waist to him and the other was holding my cheek and he was kissing me and I was kissing back. My hands moved to his chest, that I could feel was very well defined, and up to his shoulders. I then used his shoulders, as I moved away from Butch a little he growled in protest, \ to help me push myself up so that my legs were around Butch's torso. Butch's hands moved to hold my waist and back.

My hands moved to grip his hair. His hair is damp and kind of short, but I can still grip it. And the more we kiss, the tighter my grip on his hair gets. I can feel him growl from his abdomen. I wonder if he can feel the warmth and electric touch that I feel when I touch him. I can feel my wolf side pushing to come out and lend me the strength to pull us even closer. But I have to push it back, I won't just sub-change to make out with a guy. Even if the guy is a well formed alpha that has an electric touch. We continue to kiss with a lot of force until I unwrap my legs from his torso and land back on my bare feet. But Butch doesn't let me move away from him as I walk. I push him away with enough force to say, "I have to go entertain people in the larger lodge next door in a few minutes. I need to get a shirt on and dry my hair."

"You need to shut the hell up and let me kiss you." Butch says looking dead serious. Before I can respond he kisses me again and I kiss back. Finally Butch breaks the kiss and lets me turn around to face the dresser. As I find a shirt, Butch proceeds to kiss my neck down to my shoulder. When I find a shirt, he helps me put it on and grab socks for us both. "You know, I should really be taking stuff off of you, not putting more on you." He says with a disappointed look on his face. I laugh and as soon as we're done getting our stuff on, we start to kiss and walk out the door and into the hall. We would have been fine, and we would have gotten to the dinner hall in the main lodge without needing to break the kiss, if we hadn't ran straight into other people in the hall.

Me: I really hoped you like that! I will be working on more chapters! I may not upload this coming weekend. It depends. But i will be working on the chapters none the less! Read and Review! Love you all!