Game Not Over
"YES!" Buttercup pumped her fist in the air, till another herd of carnivorous zombies entered the screen. "Refuse to give up, do ya?" Her fingers flew across the controller, shooting at every rotten flesh her eyes could see. She was nearing the top score, the top score she'd been laying her eyes on, the top score Butch had taken every opportunity to rub in her face, the dreaded top score she was about to beat!
Meanwhile, Butch stared in interest at the sliver of pink protruding from the side of Buttercup's mouth.
Not only had the shimmer of Buttercup's luscious lips been enticing him all this time, but the sight of the that pink strip had just been torturous. He just wanted to shove it back into her mouth.. Using his own mouth, of course.
"Stop sticking your tongue out." Butch said suddenly, eyes still fixed on the pink appendage. "It keeps.. Mocking me.." Butch scowled playfully as he watched Buttercup shift a small part of her attention to him. Buttercup cocked a brow, before intentionally sticking her tongue out longer.
"Hn." She spat, as if to say 'I'll stick my tongue out whenever I want to! So there.' Suddenly, a brunt (and wet) force on her lips pushed her back, letting her fall to the ground. It took her a minute to register that it was, in fact, Butch pressing his lips against hers.
The weird part was that.. She was actually.. Enjoying this. Damn, he's good, she thought begrudgingly.
Much to her masked chagrin, he pulled away.
"W-WHAT THE HELL?!" She spat, a scowl and tint of red on her cheeks visible.
When suddenly, a voice spoke. "Loser. GAME. OVER."
"YOU MADE ME LOSE MY GAME?! You bitch!"
"Excuse me? Bitch?"
"Oh, shut up! I was about to beat the top score!"
"Uhuh. You were about to beat my top score? Oh yeah, I totally believe you."
"You did that on purpose!"
"Who the hell would be stupid enough to think that that was an accident?!"
"You sabotaged me!"
"You were seducing me!"
"..The hell?! I was playing a zombie-related game, you sicko!"
"I told you! I told you to put your damn tongue back in your mouth!"
"Oh, so that automatically makes me guilty of attempting seduction?"
"So you're admitting?"
Buttercup grit her teeth and shook her head. "GAAAAAAAGGH!! I cannot believe I like you!"
" . . . You what?"
"I SAID I- Wait. What? WHAT? WHAT THE HELL?!"
"You.. Like me?" Butch took a moment to stare into space, slowly registering in his mind the reality that Buttercup had just said she liked him. Buttercup, on the other hand, was not taking this as well.
"NO! No, no, no, no. I did not say that. I said, I said.. I SAID I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, DAMN IT!"
"Aw, you like me!" Butch taunted, cracking a genuine smile. A smile, Buttercup noted silently, that looked really nice on him. She blushed.
"You're an ass." She quipped, folding her arms on her chest and looking away embarrassedly.
"Yes, but I'm your ass." Butch snaked his arms around her waist, burying his face on the crook of her neck. Buttercup didn't push away from his embrace. She only reeled her head back, assuming a 'WTF?' expression.
".. Did you just refer to yourself as my ass?"
"You didn't even deny me being yours.. That's sweet, babe." Butch gingerly placed a loving kiss on her cheek, earning a deep blush to come from the heroine.
Quickly, she narrowed her eyes. "This isn't over."
Nope. It was just the beginning.
"You did that so she wouldn't beat your high score, didn't you?"
Butch smirked. "May-be."
The kiss wasn't bad though, high score or not.
A/N: Oh, wow. Haven't done a PPGxRRB fic in AGES! Phew! I kinda miss 'em, though. Specially the greens. :) Maybe I'll make another one! Oh, yes. Well.. Maybe. x)
Whatever happens, happens..