Heart and Soul

This type of event was not where anyone would hope to see the hotelier. The subtle glances as they watched the performance was hard to call subtle. Even the woman who was singing and romancing the vertical pole at the center of the room, could notice the ceaseless glimpses of the blonde seated in front of her. She could feel his intense stare as she moved and danced to the song.

"I'll dance, dance, dance

With my hands, hands, hands

Above my head, head, head, "

The pole dancers' number were more intense than hers as she sang but the leather straps and black lingerie she was wearing was enough to entrance the male audience. Boomer's grip on the glass tightened as his jaw clenched from the provocative sway of Buttercup's body.

"I won't cry for you

I won't crucify the things you do

I won't cry for you

See, when you're gone, I'll still be Bloody Mary,"

Green eyes were locked on blue ones while she sang that verse. Her presence in this rather unorthodox event was a surprise to herself as well. The only reason she was there was the result of her unanticipated encounter with a certain blonde a few months ago. While disappointment pooled her eyes, she was not prepared to face the raven-haired man who was waiting for her by the living room that day. She turned sideways and wiped her tears before she decided to ignore the man. Buttercup headed straight for the door but stopped when she was meet with two suited men, guarding the doorway.

"Move." Buttercup squared up at the two bulking men.

"Glad to know, you still got some spunk." Butch spoke.

"Looks like this city is infested with Jojo's as well, it's only necessary to have a strong resolve." She didn't spare him a glance but kept her defiant stare on the men.

"I just dropped by for a visit."

"Guess your brother missed to tell you he went back to London."

"I'm not here for Boomer."

Buttercup's brows furrowed. She faced the man but was only greeted with his back. He was looking over the city. The sun was beginning to rise, its light creeping through the edifice of the city. Like his brothers, his operations were based at Europe, even business transactions that required him to leave the continent were handled by his people. Only when one of his men informed him how his brother chanced upon a familiar woman did he arrange to fly over to America.

"Don't you f*cking dare go near Blossom!" Buttercup spat with venom.

Her threats only proved his assumptions. Blossom was at the city. No. He knew she was at the city. The eldest Jojo just never mustered up the courage to face her. When he did, it was too late. Butch had too many enemies and he couldn't risk endangering her. It was why he was regretting being here. It was a mistake. He was discreet enough to enter the hotel room after his men confirmed that Boomer left the country but he was there now and Buttercup was with him. The Don should have been patient but nothing would change if it was now or at a later time. Butch had every intention to reconcile with Blossom even at the risk of everything.

Buttercup stepped forward to confront him but the door of another room in the suite opened, a blonde lady joined them. Her hair was tied in tight bun, her frame slender with her grey suit and pencil skirt clinging to her body like a second skin. The woman regarded Buttercup with a smile before facing her boss.

"The meeting with Mr. Anderson is arranged." She stated. Suzanne finished her calls and had been listening on in their conversation. When the sirens in her head went off, she decided to reveal herself.

It was uncharacteristic for their boss to leave Italia. Ever since they landed on the US, she was on high alert. Their employer keeping to himself didn't help her case. Suzanne's only intel was Brodin's recent trip to Townsville. She reckoned their business involved the youngest Jojo. While her theory was right, the association of a woman that required Butch's personal attendance was raising questions. Not only was she acquainted with Brodin, Butch seemed to be fond of her and that was the problem. Suzanne was warily eyeing her. Butch noticed her and while his secretary was perceptive, he regarded her highly but her loyalty reminded him of a part of him that he loathed.

"Hm." Butch acknowledged his secretary.

Buttercup's unyielding stare spoke a thousand threats before she decided to leave.

Buttercup's performance was over and just as instructed, the dancers and her left the hall. They were entertainers, she was only one among many others that was hired to perform that evening.

Buttercup did not spend even a minute at her vanity, when the host of the event called for her. A key card was handed to her with a number.

"I don't know how you did it but he's waiting for you." The man stated before pointing at the elevator's direction.

She thanked the man and headed towards the elevator, ignoring the 'accidental' caresses of the men she passed by. She reached the 23rd floor and entered the room the key card indicated.

Under the influence of a bottle of whiskey he finished, unbeknownst himself. His arousal to Buttercup, still in leather straps and a pair of lingerie, was visible under biege suit.

The woman of his titillation was fuming with rage as she approached him. She was so fucking sexy. His eyes were watching the sway of her hips and he bucked before taking another sip from a new bottle of whiskey.

"Where is he?" Buttercup rested her arm on the backrest of the sofa.

She was inches away, her scent aggravating his raging hormones. He could have just kissed her but he was infuriated. Boomer stood from his chair. He overshadowed Buttercup's frame with his abrupt rise from the leather chair. He gave her no chance to react when he captured both her wrists in a single hold. He tilted her chin, with his free hand, so she could look up at him.

The audacity. Did she expect another man in his place when she entered the room. Boomer was going to give her a piece of his mind when the words died at the tip of his tongue. The sight of her was rousing a sadistic strike he never knew he had. His eyes trailed down to her flush bosom, narrow and supple waist, then down to her creamy thighs that were bound with leather straps.

"Get your hands off me, you pervert!" Buttercup writhed from his hold.

Boomer released her and clasped his forehead. No, not like this. Not when he was drunk.

Buttercup glared at the Jojo and massaged her wrists. Her eyes followed the man. He was out of it. He slid back down to his chair and rested his arm over his eyes.

"Whoever you're looking for, he isn't worthy of you," Boomer sounded defeated. "Fucking bastard."

Buttercup scoffed in disbelief. "You think I came here to fuck someone?"

Boomer lifted his arm and glanced at her, appreciating the view. "Sure hoped it was me instead."

He covered his eyes again after taking a look at her.

The vocalist sighed at the sight of him. "I was looking for Butch."

Disgust overcame him, he stared at the her with accusation. Buttercup was quick to discern this and denied his accusing glare.

"What the fuck! I can't even with you." She groaned and slapped her thighs in frustration.

The gestured brought Boomer's eyes to her thighs before he focused on the area where they meet.

Buttercup groaned. "Perv"

"Can you just tell me where he is? I heard he was at this party."

She was itching to throw something at him. Was he being real? The man that thousands of women are swooning over was sulking.

"What does he even have? I bet you, I'm better than him,"

"Bigger even." He pouted.

"Oh my god! I'm not here to fuck him, okay? He has my sister so can you just please tell me where he is?"

"Blossom?"

At her response, Boomer regained some sanity and dialed a number on his phone. There was a quick exchange between the person he called.

"My contact isn't with Butch. Are you positive Blossom is with my brother?" Boomer began to ask.

Buttercup trembled as she took a step back. She shook her head and tears rolled down her eyes at the fear of the situation.

"Hey, hey, hey." Boomer caught her in his arms and guided her to take a seat.

"I was so sure, I thought she took him." Buttercup sobbed.

"He was there when you left then Blossom suddenly went missing. I-I..."

"Shhhhh, it's okay." He pulled her to his chest and caressed the top of her head.

She continued to sob and she stayed cuddled in his arms until she settled down. Boomer sobered up and assisted her as he convinced her to take a warm bath. He left her to her own devices, once he was certain that she could take care of herself.

While he kept contact with his brothers, his interactions with them were minimal to which both understood. The other end of the line, rang for five seconds before it was answered. Their conversation was brief, Boomer found the answers he was looking for and ended the call with farewells.

He glanced at the bathroom door, his tense muscles relaxed and he released a deep sigh.

It was minutes later that Buttercup exited the bathroom. She was greeted with the sound of piano being played. She followed the music and sat beside Boomer.

"Well, I'm sober enough to play the piano." Boomer chuckled.

Buttercup caressed the keys of the instrument. "This sure brings back memories." Her features brightened with a smile.

She played a familiar key and the Jojo reflected her smile as they began playing 'Heart and Soul'.

"You thought me how to play." The Utonium reminisced.

The blonde glanced at her and he was certain, he was falling in love again.

"I called my brother," He began. "Blossom is with him and she's safe."

"Really?"

Boomer nodded his head. He watched her suppress her tears and welcomed her in his arms when she embraced him.

"Thank you." She sniffed after pulling away.

The hotelier wiped away a fallen tear. He smiled, glad that she was feeling better.

Buttercup placed her hand above his, drawing his eyes to hers. "Thank you." She repeated in a whisper.

"Can I kiss you?" Boomer was pulled in by her eyes while his travelled to her lips.

She chewed her lower lip, brushing her tongue to moisten. He brought his eyes back to hers, pleasing. She nodded her head and closed her eyes when his pressed his lips onto hers.

Boomer was slow and gentle, taking his time to savor this moment and imprint it to his memory. Her lips were soft and it melded perfectly with his. She was intoxicating. Boomer hated anything sweet but she was and he was addicted to how she tasted. He licked and tugged, wanting to taste more of her. She parted her lips and moaned after he took solace in her oral cavern. He was exploring every inch of her.

"F*ck!" Boomer breathed as they withdrew to catch their breathes.

He held her hand and placed it over his erection. He groaned as Buttercup began to stroke him. She began to unbutton his shirt and leaned in for another kiss. Boomer couldn't bear the heat, he slipped out of his jacket and ripped his shirt off. He carried Buttercup to the bed, laying her down before unbuckling his pants.

Buttercup watched everything, her temperature rising at every item of clothing he removed. Her cheeks were flushed. The blonde felt proud. He had never seen her blush, it was a privilege to see her blush, to see all of her. Moving on top of her, he planted another kiss on her lips before pulling back. His fingers played with the belt of her bath robe.

"Tell me, you want this." He murmured, pressing their foreheads together.

Their hearts were beating at a single rhythm. It was music to her ears and she always followed the music. Finding his hand, Buttercup interlocked their fingers and nodded her head. "I want you."

Boomer loosened the knot on the robe and watched as Buttercup unraveled herself. He burned the image into his memory.

"You're beautiful." He marveled.

Buttercup trailed her hands over his body before cupping his cheek. "You're beautiful." She smiled.

Boomer rested his forehead at the crook of her neck and breathed her scent of wildflowers, of buttercup wildflowers.

"I can't. You look so ethereal, it feels like I would taint you." He locked her in his embrace.

Buttercup smiled and pulled him into a kiss. She rolled them over, switching their positions. Her feverish kisses became chaste that spread through his cheek, neck, and chest. He was losing his bearings with his lust-filled eyes that could only watch as Buttercup descended his body. She licked the precum of his tip and drawled her tongue from the base to the tip before taking him entirely into her mouth. She moved in a controlled pace and accommodated herself to his size before she began to quicken her pace. She switched from sucking to stroking to doing both. She was getting wetter and she couldn't wait.

"W-wait... Buttercup." Boomer grunted as she rubbed the tip of his cock between her wet folds.

He couldn't handle the teasing, he grabbed onto her hips and dove into her. Buttercup arched her back with a moan before collapsing on top of him.

He groaned with pleasure. "Ahhhh... You're so tight."

Buttercup panted, her breath getting ragged as Boomer began to move, sliding in and out of her. He moaned in ecstasy as she began to match his pace. Buttercup met Boomer's thrust with her own. She was bouncing on top of him with his name, the only audible words he could hear her say.

Sitting up, he continued to violate her insides as he captured her into a searing kiss. Bergamot and wildflowers blended with the strong smell of sex, it flooded Buttercup's senses.

"Faster" she mewled, pulling Boomer closer to her. There was no space between them. Her breasts were rubbing against his chest that it burned when he began to thrust harder.

She moaned louder at the depths he was reaching. She wanted more. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Her moans bounced through the four corners of the room and Boomer was loving it.

"Fuck... Harder, Boomer" Buttercup moaned after she felt him get bigger. It was taking a toll on her. She was starting to see lights and the knots on her muscles were loosening up. Her body was tightening around him. Boomer grunted and laid her onto the bed, spreading her open before penetrating hard and fast. The sound of sex was getting louder and the bed was creaking with every thrust of his.

Sprawled open for him, Boomer let his fingers travel. He fondled her breasts, tugging at her erect nipples before it was accompanied by his mouth. He sucked and licked until her chests were marked with his love bites. His wandering hands found her bud and rubbed it between two fingers, eliciting another moan from Buttercup. She was clenching around him and she was bringing him to edge with her. He captured her lips, their moans trapped as both reached the pinnacle of their fornication.

Boomer had breathed a breath or two before he entered her once more. Five, seven, nine, she had lost count how many times they did it but Buttercup was sure, her voice would be too coarse for any singing.

R&R