Bubbles P.O.V.
I walked into the house, feeling a tad guilty. I shouldn't have cheated like that, then again Butch was black mailing me. And now he played my lover in the musical, even though I was promised that Cody would. Cody was one of my gay friends, who got me to audition in the first place. There was a couple scenes in the play where I could be considered naked, and I didn't want Butch to be there. It was bad enough that Boomer was now playing The Duke, instead of the guy in my first number that I push to the ground. I poured some tea for Brick and I, debating whether or not to get Butch any. "Butch! Do you need anything?!" I screamed, so he would here me. "Just you." He whispered in my ear, suddenly behind me. I yelped in surprise and turned to look at him. He was closer than I expected, less than a breath away. When I tried to back up, my back hit the counter, which caused another shocked jolt. Butch was smirking, and moving even closer, if that was possible. "Butch, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly. He pulled my body flush against his, "Proving that you want me." I tried to push him off, but he didnt budge. "Butch! Stop!" I whined, shoving him with all my strength. "No." He said simply, not moving an inch. He picked me up and sat me down on the counter, wrapping my legs around his waist. I wanted to object, but I could only gasp as he kissed me. One of his hands was on the small of my back and the other on the back of my head. My hands, that used to be pushing at his chest, were now gripping his shirt. He moved from my mouth to my jaw, to my throat. "Butch stop." But my pleas were weak and he knew it. My stomach was fluttering and my pulse was quickening with every second his lips were on my skin. A sound came out of my mouth, that I wasn't farmilliar with, and my face turned beet red. Butch growled, pushing me farther back, as his lips went back to mine. I let him, not feeling strong enough to protest. "Again? Are you to like a thing, because this is really starting to piss me off!" Brick exclaimed, walking into the kitchen. I jumped away from Butch, "No! Butch just doesn't know the meaning of the word no, apparently!" Butch shrugged, still smirking, "I told you, you wanted me." I huffed and grabbed my tea before storming out. "What happened?" Blossom asked, from the dining room table. I looked at her and Dexter, her boyfriend since she was seven. "Everything wrong that you could possibly imagine!" I shrieked, stomping up the stairs.
Brick's P.O.V.
When Bubbles ran upstairs I glared at Butch, "Don't you have any other girl in the city you haven't fucked with yet?" He smirked, "Jealous that I'm getting closer to her then you ever will?" I growled at him, "I could get with Bubbles anytime I wanted. I'm just not forcing myself on her, unlike you!" He glowered at me, "She kisses me back every time. Hell, she even moans." I scowled at him, "You liar." His smirk broadened, "You can watch next time. And there will be a next time." I made a move to attack him, when Blossom walked in. "Um, am I interupting something?" She asked, seeing our fighting stances. "No, we were just leaving." I muttered. "Okay then, see you tomorrow." She waved, grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge. "Yeah, see ya." Butch mumbled. Looking into his eyes, I knew he was thinking the same thing. This means war.