Disclaimer: I do not own Powerpuff Girls.
Author's Notes: My writing has taken a back seat to a lot of changes in life. Reading through my stuff though, I remembered how much I enjoyed this story and wanted to pick up back up. Chapters may contain scenes less than child friendly.

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It had started to rain, Buttercup could hear it outside. It would leave a cold mist through the Townsville forest. Inside of Ace's shack, it was anything but cold as their mouths were on the other's again, this time even more heated. Ace's tongue past her lips made her warm and wishing to be rid of her dress, but responded by kissing back just as much. His long lanky body curled over hers and when she would dig her nails into his shoulders, the sound he made, moaning against her neck brought a beautiful ache to her feminine places.

"Buttercup, you're killin' me here..." He panted, holding her tight as though she would shatter if he lost contact. The second his mouth had touched hers, his body awoke and feeling her warmth against the arousal in his jeans was driving the older man crazy. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could hear his conscience screaming how wrong he was, but the haze of need was drowning it out.

"Ace, I've never..." She blushed, giving off that look he knew, embarrassed, but looking more angry. It made him smile his crooked grin and kiss her again, melting that look away.

"I'll take care of it. Don't worry, kay?" His large hands reached down, sliding the dress up and over her head, revealing that young body to him. She shivered, both in the removal and in him seeing her like this. He couldn't help himself as he kissed down her neck and between her young breasts, making that blush return to her cheeks. His fingers ran along the skin of her back and she clung to him, breathless and full of need.

"Ace..." She couldn't think up any other words but his name. Nothing else sounded right.

"You do things to me, Buttercup. So many things..." He slipped away her bra and took one to his hand, relishing the beauty of it fitting in his palm, his mouth returning to her neck.

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In her next class, she knew Buttercup passed her to get to math and waited outside for her sister to show. When she didn't, the irritated Blossom walked over to Mr. Kane's room, the class that Buttercup regularly complained about. She found the elderly man stacking papers as he prepared to go on his break.

"Hi there, sir." She smiled that perfect smile.

"Ah, hello Blossom. Shouldn't you be in class?"

"I'm on my way, but I just wanted to stop in and see how you were. You were always my favorite math teacher."

He laughed. "Ahh, such a sweet girl as usual. How is your sister? I didn't see her today."

I knew it! She ditched! Blossom thought to herself, a small barely noticable twitch in her eye. But, she kept her composure and quickly thought up a lie.

"Oh, she wasn't really feeling good today, so she's resting at home."

"Ahh, that's a relief. She's been acting odd recently, lost all concentration. Doesn't even argue anymore. Will you take her the homework?"

"No problem, sir." She smiled, taking the stacks of papers he handed her and waving as he left. When she was sure he had gone, Blossom sneered and set the papers down, folding her arms in a rather irritated fashion.

"Something fishy's going on. And I'm gonna find out what it is."

"Didn't I tell you I had sssssssssome information?"

She shuddered and turned to see Snake, having snuck in the window. His gangly form was even more so from the rain, dripping on the floor.

"Breaking and entering, huh? You keep wracking up crimes, don't you, Snake?"

"The real crime here issss your sssssister."

"The hell are you talking about, Snake?" She scowled at him, then grabbed his collar. "If you did anything to her..."

"It'sssss not me doing anything to her, it'ssssss sssssomeone elssssssse."

"What someone else? Tell me, you bastard!" "I'll tell you if you make a deal with me..."

"I don't make deals with criminals." She spat, throwing him on the floor.

"Let your ssssssister be taken away then." He scowled back at her, heading for the window. Halfway through, she looked back at him with suspicious eyes.

"What kind of deal?"