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He's so calm when he sleeps.

It is a complete contrast to the serious scowl that usually occupies his face. Buttercup watched as her boyfriend slept, chest rising up and down with each steady breath.

She wanted to leave. She wanted to walk right out the door and get a head start before he wakes up and makes her life hell again. But her body wouldn't move. Not when he was so peaceful, so beautiful. Buttercup almost wishes he slept with his eyes open, just so she could see those ruby orbs without the menacing gaze that came with them.

She wanted to touch him.

Her hands burned to reach out and caress him, but she kept them at her sides. No need to wake him any earlier. Buttercup's eyes landed on the clock beside the bed.

6:30.

It was Monday. They still had an entire week ahead of them.

Moving slowly, Buttercup gently rose from the bed, shivering as her naked body was exposed to the chilly room.

Gathering her clothes and throwing them on quickly, she glanced back at him. He appeared to still be asleep.

Buttercup went back over to him, and sat back on the bed, scanning his features again. He has grown to be quite the handsome guy. Girls at school fawned over him, making flirty faces and showing off their bodies hoping that he would spare them a second glace. Buttercup would be jealous over all the attention he receives, but she knows better.

Brick belongs to Buttercup just as much as she belongs to him.

They've established that aspect of their relationship from the start. It was a relationship built on unstable emotions, on anger, on control. Their domination personalities mixed and created a toxic cycle, one that Buttercup lived for.

"It's cute how you think I don't know you're watching me."

Buttercup flew off the bed at the sudden voice. She hadn't even seen him stir. Maybe that was because he never moved.

"I wasn't watching you. Not much to look at, anyway." Lie.

Buttercup heard a chuckle and watched as the redhead sat up. She had to bite her lip and look away. His hair was messy. Not the usual 'I put a hat on and this happened' way, but in the 'I just woke up and it's a mess' way. His muscular body made her cheeks hot, and the way he was looking at her made Buttercup's stomach twist up in knots. Fuck him for doing this to her.

"Stubborn, I see." He sounded amused.

"Whatever."

She still refused to look at him. No way was she going to give that bastard the satisfaction of seeing her flushed face.

"What time is it?"

"6:50"

Cursing, Brick flew off of the bed, throwing on his clothes. Buttercup looked back in his general direction in confusion as to why he was in such a hurry.

"What are you freaking the fuck out for?"

Clothes on, Brick turned back to her, locking eyes.

"I have some things to take care of before school today."

Buttercup frowned at his reply. He was always busy lately. Always cutting their times short because of things he had to 'handle'. It wasn't fair. Whoever he sees can go fuck off. She wants him to herself.

"Fine. Leave. You always do."

Buttercup sat back down on the bed, her back to him.

Sighing, Brick walked over and kneeled in front of her. She turned her face away.

"Buttercup, look at me."

"Fuck you."

"Look. At. Me."

She could hear the change in tone from one of exasperation to one of danger. Buttercup knew she should do what he asks. But, the green puff was never one to do what she was told.

After a minute of silence, Brick grabbed her chin roughly and yanked it so she was looking at him. Buttercup winced at the pressure, but didn't say anything.

"I don't like it when you don't listen to me." He spoke slowly, his voice low.

"I don't like it when you boss me around." She bit back, yelping as his nails dug into her skin. She could've sworn he drew blood.

Chuckling darkly, Brick removed his hand. Buttercup cringed when she say the blood on his hands. So he did draw blood.

To her surprise, Brick leaned in closer to her. Giving her a sly smirk, he gently kissed the bloody marks he left in her skin. Gasping, Buttercup shivered as she felt his tongue soothe the pain he had inflicted.

He paused the attack on her skin to speak.

"It's a good thing your stubbornness is a turn on."

Buttercup could not contain a moan as he continued his ministrations, now biting and sucking on those spots. He seems to love to leave marks on her. Not that she's complaining.

"I don't want to leave you. Ever." He whispered. Buttercup was in such a daze that the only thing she could do was nod her head.

"I just have some business to take care of. Ok?"

Buttercup nodded once again, gasping as he moved lower, now attacking her pulse point. Heat surged through her with the same intensity that her powers had once had.

Her powers….

Her eyes flew open in an instant, and she shoved him away. Brick gave her a confused look, annoyance shown clear in his gaze.

"You have to leave, right?"

She was walking on thin ice, she knew that.

Brick looked as if he was going to protest, but one more time check made him snap his mouth shut. Grabbing his things and kissing her quickly, he darted out the door. Leaving Buttercup craving his presence once again.

He was like a fucking disease.

Standing up, Buttercup checked her phone that had been placed on the nightstand.

53 new messages. Shit.

Eyes widening, she quickly scanned the callers, seeing that her sisters were the ones so worried. Typical. Dialing Blossom's number, Buttercup made her way to the hotel's mini kitchen, making herself a cup of coffee. Come to think of it, this is a nice hotel he picked.

They never met at personal places, too much opportunity to get caught.

"Hello?" Blossom's sleepy voice rang in Buttercup's ear.

"Hey sis. What's up?"

Blossom's screeching nearly made Buttercup drop the phone in her hand.

"WHAT'S UP? THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY? WHERE ARE YOU? WE WERE ALL WORRIED SICK?"

Rolling her eyes and trying to fight back the guilt bubbling up in her stomach, Buttercup responded with nonchalance.

"I'm over a friends. You don't know them. I'm fine, really. I went to bed early and forgot to turn my phone sound on. Calm down."

Bubbles' voice could be heard in the background. "Who?"

"You don't know them."

Blossom's snobby voice was ringing in the brunette's ear.

"Put them on the phone."

Gritting her teeth, she forced herself to not snap at the redhead.

"They're gone."

Silence. Buttercup hated silence. It allowed her thoughts to wander too much.

"I have to go. I'll be at school today."

"Wait-"

Hanging up quickly, Buttercup released a breath that she didn't know she was holding. It's getting harder to hide this….relationship from them. Brick's brothers knew the basics, which was that they warmed each other's beds. Her sisters on the other hand, were in the dark.

Just how it's supposed to be.

Standing up, she winced at the pain in her jaw. When Brick was massaging it with his tongue, is didn't seem so bad.

Walking to the bathroom, she gasped at the bruising. Fuck. How the hell was she going to cover this shit up?

Stuffing her hand into her makeup bag, she pulled out a fuckload of foundation and concealer. Putting on the 'Bohemian Rhapsody', the Powerpuff set to work on her face, wishing that she had never fallen for the red fuck in the first place.

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