Danger – Emarosa
Part of Blood series - 2/3
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Mitch flinched at her touch. Buttercup quickly released him. She retreated to a safe spot on the couch. This was the fifth time she had tried to contain her strength. It became a repeat of the previous times. They would get close and he would wrap his arms around her. The nervousness she felt would then carry her away. She would climb onto him, not even realizing that as she grabbed his shoulders he was unable to withstand the grip of her Powerpuff strength.
His shoulders ached for days afterwards and they wouldn't get close as he recovered. He had just recovered and gave it another chance with her. She had told him before that she wanted to kiss him. Mitch only wanted to grant her wish. She looked down to her hands in her lap, guilty that she had ruined this special moment yet again.
He rubbed his shoulders and tried to reassure her, "I'll just need a few more days. We can try again when I feel better."
She couldn't even relieve his pain with a massage. It would be too much for him. Buttercup kept her gaze low and spoke with the great restraint she had to control her emotions, "I don't even know when I start to get too strong, Mitch. It's like I can't even touch you without hurting you."
"You just haven't gotten full control of your power, yet. You'll get there." Mitch looked at her with a smile.
She couldn't tell with her head down, but she could hear his optimism. He said a few more words of encouragement to her but in the end, none of it made her feel any better. She only said goodbye to him as he made to leave. His goodbye to her had added a few extra words and they were meant to be romantic but Buttercup felt her heart sink upon hearing them.
Bubbles walked into the living room with the plan to watch her favorite show. She didn't plan to walk into a room of gloominess with her sister's presence. She came over to Buttercup who had pulled away to slap something off her face. Bubbles noted the trace of tears.
She kept calm, "What's going on?"
Buttercup didn't respond. Bubbles sighed but tried again, "Mitch is finally allowed to come over and you look so down about it. Come on, tell me what happened."
"I'm not in the mood to talk."
"Did you two break up?"
Buttercup didn't need her curiosity nor her comfort. She wasn't the type to be open, not even with her sisters, so she closed up with her back to Bubbles, "It's nothing."
"It's definitely something if it's made my tough sister cry. You can tell me. I might be able to help you out!"
Buttercup heard that optimism in the air, again. It was uninvited around her. Bubbles wasn't one to let anything pass by her. She was too interested in gossip and also too preoccupied with knowing it all especially when it came to boys. It suddenly hit her. Bubbles had enough experience with boys, even the regular, non-powerful ones. Maybe she could help but Buttercup needed time to think it over.
Mitch's loving look came into her mind and in the following second, her mind was made up. Buttercup turned toward Bubbles and said, "Can you help me kiss Mitch?"
The wording of it made Bubbles awkwardly laugh. Buttercup was unsure of her answer until Bubbles began to lead a word on for longer than she should have.
"I... can't kiss Mitch!"
"Yes, exactly! That's my problem!"
Bubbles calmed her nerves and tried to clear her own confusion. She asked, "You need kissing tips?"
"I don't even know if I'd be bad at it. All I know is that whenever I touch him, it's like I'm putting him in a death grip. I can't get close to him because of it." Buttercup looked away again.
Bubbles had a clear understanding now, as she was once in her shoes. "I had this problem before. I know just how to help you out!" She related to Buttercup.
Buttercup finally felt optimistic, "Tell me!"
She revealed the solution, "Just kiss a Rowdyruff!"
Buttercup's optimism fell into the pits of her burning, relentless hatred. She stood up, "Are you insane! How is that supposed to help me?"
"You need help to kiss normally, right?" Bubbles watched Buttercup, hand on her forehead to steady her head from falling too far off, and continued, "Only a Rowdyruff can tell you when your kiss feels like nothing. If they can't feel it, then you can kiss any guy you want."
"How did you even find this out, Bubbles?" Buttercup was anything but impressed.
Bubbles giggled, completely unaware, "I was kind of desperate. I wanted to kiss my boyfriend but it wasn't as easy as I thought. Now, we can totally kiss however we like."
Buttercup naturally wondered which Rowdyruff would've helped her with such a request along with why they would even agree to it. She came to the conclusion it was better she didn't find out about any of it. Whether it was that or if Bubbles was right, she wanted to know none of it.
She thought walking off would make her push aside their talk to the farthest part of her mind. But she found herself looking at the Rowdyruff Boys with a disturbing curiosity in the following days at school. She would catch herself and look away, disgusted. There were times before she knew anything that she would run into Bubbles with Boomer merely talking in the hall. It never looked that innocently to Buttercup after that talk.
Subconsciously, she had crossed off Boomer from the list. Whenever she had began to analyze the remaining Rowdyruff Boys, she didn't know. But she paid more attention to them and it made her sick. Mitch, still in his recovery, spent all the time he could with her. They were sitting on the bleachers, watching the boys' team practice football.
Mitch was talking, she knew that much. What it was he was saying, she knew nothing. She was too busy with switching her eyes between the two Rowdyruffs on the field. The redheaded one, Brick, was running with the football and he looked better, with his hair free and down, than she liked to admit. Princess' shrieks could be heard even through her concentration and she snapped to her running toward Brick as he threw the football to the ground.
Princess tried to kiss him. Buttercup had never before this gave a care about the Rowdyruff Boys that she was barely finding out now that Brick had a girlfriend. She almost let her face fall as she sighed but she quickly fixed herself. The other one, the one she paid the least attention to, had come in between Princess and Brick. She was now stomping off from having her lips blocked by him.
Princess' haughty attitude made him shake. Buttercup then remembered that he was the twitchy one and the most disgusting of the three. There was no way she would settle with the last choice. She couldn't keep her shoulders from falling with the realization that out of the three, none of them were considerable candidates.
Mitch reached for her by the shoulders, taking her out of her thoughts, "Hey, cheer up. I told you I feel like I'll be ready to try again sooner, this time. It's not aching as much, anymore."
He suddenly felt a pain hit his back. Buttercup jolted up to support him but she had grabbed him with too much concern. It transferred to him with a cracking sound and his arm looked abnormally bent. The students on the bleachers began to call for help and as Mitch was being tended to, Buttercup seen the football at her feet. Looking to the field, she caught him twitching, staring, and smirking.
She made it home from the hospital, swinging the door into the wall, leaving a hole and many cracks. Bubbles came rushing into her room. She had come at the right time.
Buttercup glared at her, "How do you expect any of that to help me! How is that twitchy bastard supposed to help me!"
"Calm down, Buttercup!" Bubbles shrieked and ducked in time to avoid the hurling storm of clutter from Buttercup's room. "I said calm down!"
Buttercup had cleared her room and turned to Bubbles, heaving with balled fists, "When you said you would help me, I actually thought you would help me."
"I did try to help you, what went wrong?"
"It was wrong from the start!" Buttercup yelled, "That blue one is always with you and Brick is Princess' boyfriend, apparently. The only one left is that twitchy bastard!"
As if answering for a prize, Bubbles jumped, "Oh, Butch!"
Buttercup heaved once more and said before walking off, "You're no help."
Bubbles was calling for her but try as she may, Buttercup flew too far to come back down. She was soaring through the sky all while hitting her cheeks harder than the wind. It was becoming darker as she flew above all of Townsville for a third time. The football field came into her view and she decided to finally land.
There was a collection of footballs that were scattered around the field. Buttercup took one at a time into her death grip and deflated them as she threw them across the field. She had a few more to to go through when a flash of green lined over her vision and caught the football she had thrown.
He flew with it past the winning line, "Touch down!"
Buttercup lunged at him, her fists flying at him. He took the hits of ten of them before he threw her down to the field. He was smiling, "Didn't think you'd celebrate with me being on two different teams and all."
That twitch of his shook him and Buttercup couldn't contain herself. They fought each other for most of the night. They were left out of breath and with bruises in various spots. He had a black eye and even a split lip. As if painless to him, it did nothing to wipe off his grin. Buttercup looked no better than he did. She was still up for more, feeling only the cold night through her torn, grass stained jeans.
"Ain't Mitchy waiting for you to tuck him in at the hospital?" Butch's grin spread wider, "How much do you want me that you're forgetting about him?"
"I would never want you!"
"We both know that's not true." He was still standing so smugly and so powerfully, interrupted only by those sudden twitches.
Her mind raced to figure out what he was alluding to, exactly. She kept her composure.
He kept his eyes on her, "A little birdie told me you were looking for a kiss." He was still so far away from her, but his words rang clear, "Can't exactly help you with Mitchy around, now can I?"
In a single flash, he was close enough to breath on her face. Her eyes met his and she felt his hand was now behind her head. She was well aware that he was looking at her lips. This feeling had rushed through her with Mitch before. Her eyes fell onto his lips and then she instinctively closed her eyes at the pressure of his kiss. With Mitch, the feeling had never reached so high it was as if she was flying.
His lips were rough. She felt his dryness cut her, but instead of pulling away, she ran her tongue along his lips. Her hands raised up to his shoulders and she felt him twitch when she held onto them. This time, she pulled away. She was ready to accept it was over.
It was far from over. He was on her lips, kissing her this time with saturation. Her hands carried up into his hair as he slammed her waist against him. She was moving to feel his kisses from all different angles. She knew that there was no way he was feeling nothing. He felt enough to make her feel it, too.
She was caught in the scent of his breath as he pulled away. It came off with the scents of mint and freshness. One of those scents belonged to her. Mixed together, they smelled of excitement to her. He pulled her hair back, exposing her neck. Buttercup, having never been kissed before, didn't think that kisses could feel any better anywhere off the lips. He was making her find out that on some parts of her, kisses lingered even without the touch of lips.
Her breath was a moan, "Butch, right there."
His mouth remained where it kept her breath in that exhilarating exhale. Her neck nipped between his teeth before being sucked and licked into his mouth. Under the dark, white moonlight sky, she felt as if he was giving her the bite that would be everlasting. He pressed into her thigh, hearing her breath with shorter pauses. He twitched in multiple areas against her.
He removed his mouth from her neck and with barely a breath for a voice, he said, "You've got somewhere to be."
"I don't." She said, a coldness stinging at one part of her neck.
But he didn't care that she didn't. He flew off, leaving a green line behind him. Buttercup fixed herself as much as she could. She flew back home. She entered what seemed to be a quiet, lonesome home. To her surprise, Bubbles was sitting on the couch. She immediately came to Buttercup, hoping to comfort her enough to lift her head up.
Buttercup did such but Bubbles looked at her confusedly. She shrieked, "Oh my god, I only told him to kiss you!"
With the touch of Bubbles' finger over her neck, Buttercup realized that a kiss will linger without the touch of lips. Both on skin and from deep within.