This is sort of a sequel to A Friend Among Enemies. Which ties in to the story Forbidden Love. The idea just came to me and wrote it in a matter of hours. I hope you all enjoy it.
Four days have passed since I returned home, but somehow things looked different. I don't know why. Everything's the same. Nothing had really changed. Our daily routine was pretty much the same, so why do I feel so different. I can't understand it, so I guess it's me that's different. For days all I could think of was him. Butch, the boy I lost my virginity to.
Why was I thinking about him so much? He was an enemy, but somehow I didn't completely believe that anymore. He could have killed me anytime he wanted. After all I didn't have my powers, but instead he took care of me. Why? I stared out my window thinking about him. I wondered if he was thinking about me, too.
Girl, get that thought out of your head. It was just a one night stand, that's all. I just kept telling myself that. It was getting late, so I walked into my bathroom and took a shower and brushed my teeth. I changed into my nightgown. When I came back into my bedroom and received the shock of my life.
"Butch? What are you doing here?" I couldn't believe he was standing in the middle of my bedroom.
"What do you think I'm doing here?" he asked. I just looked at him and shook my head. "To see you."
I came towards him, but not so close that I was in his reach.
"You're not afraid of me, are you?"
"No, I'm just surprised," I said. The fear subsided, and I came closer to him. He took my hands, and before I knew it he had his arms around me, and he was kissing me. His lips felt so good on mine, and being in his arms made me feel so warm and protected.
Once we broke off the kiss, I looked into his eyes and I smiled. "I guess you're happy to see me too," he said.
"I guess so," I said. "But you really shouldn't be here. What if someone saw you?"
"Are you worried about me?" he asked with a smirk on his face. "I think you are."
"Butch, you really are full of yourself."
Suddenly, there was a knock on my door. "Buttercup, sweetie, can I come in?"
Damn. It was Dad. "Butch, you got to get out of here now," I whispered. "My Dad can't find you here, quick out the window."
"Buttercup? Is everything alright?"
"Sure, Dad. I'm just getting ready for bed. I'll be right there." I pushed Butch towards the window. "Go, now."
"Not until you agree to meet me tomorrow night," he said.
"What? I can't do that," I said.
"I'm not leaving until you promise," he whispered in my ear. "Meet me tomorrow night at seven. The alley behind the jewelry store and wear something nice."
"Butch, no," I insisted.
"Buttercup!" Dad called out.
"Coming!" I called back.
"Promise me, and I'll leave," Butch said.
"Okay," I relented. "Now, just get out of here."
"One last thing," he said.
"What...?" I started to say, but Butch cut me off with a kiss. Oh, God, it left me all tingly inside. Why did he have to be such a good kisser? He flew out the window and soon disappeared.
I flew over to the door and opened it. "Hi, Dad, what's up?"
"I just wanted to say goodnight, is all," he said. I guess I looked a little nervous, because he had a look of concern on his face. "Buttercup, is everything alright?"
"Sure," I said. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"It's just that, ever since you came back home you've been... well... a little distant."
"Dad, I'm fine," I insisted. "Please, don't worry."
"Alright," he said and kissed me on the forehead. "Good night."
"Good night, Dad." I really hated lying to him, but I couldn't let him know the truth. He couldn't possibly understand. I didn't even understand it, but when I thought of meeting Butch my stomach did flip flops.
That night I barely slept thinking about it.
The next day in school I was so bored, and time seemed to be going by so slowly. I only received a lecture from Blossom every other class. I was glad when my PE class came which was right after lunch, but even today I wasn't really into the dodge ball game. I got tagged out early, which usually would have made me mad, but today I didn't care.
Finally the school bell rang, and this torture was finally over. I flew home by myself, flying way up into the clouds. It made me feel so alive to be up there, away from everything. The clouds were so beautiful and peaceful. It was the perfect place to think.
The only problem was that the only thing I could think of was Butch. He blackmailed me into meeting him that night, and I should have been furious. Why wasn't I? Was I in love with him? No, I couldn't be. When I was in his room that night, it was just sex. That's all. That's what I kept telling myself. God, I wished I really believed it.
After an hour or so, I knew it was time to go home. I did a cannon ball out of the clouds and directly to the earth below. Man, what a rush. I only wished I could do that with Butch one of these days. Damn, what was I thinking? Stop it, I told myself.
I arrived home about five o'clock. Great. I got two hours to get ready. Thank god it wasn't a school night. I walked into the house to find Blossom doing her homework, and Bubbles gossiping on the phone. There was nothing new there. I didn't see Dad anywhere. He was probably in his lab working on a new experiment as usual.
I flew up to my bedroom without a word and started getting ready.
I looked through my closet hoping to find the right dress. I only had a few. I didn't like wearing dresses very much, but there was one I recently bought when I was on a shopping expedition with Blossom. I only bought it, because she said she hated it. It was a black thin strapped mini dress with an emerald green belt. I took it out and quickly changed. I looked in the mirror. It really looked good. I had a sly smile on my face imagining what Butch would say when he saw me.
I combed out my hair, wearing it down and put on some makeup. I put on some black flats, because I hated walking in high heels. So I was ready. It was 6:30 already. That's when Blossom came barging into my room. Why didn't I lock the door?
"Hey, Buttercup..." she stopped mid-sentence as her jaw dropped open.
"What?" I asked, as if there was nothing different about me.
"You look... Wow!" she said, looking me up and down. "So, who's the guy?"
"There's no guy. I'm just hanging out tonight."
"Yeah, right. That's an outfit for hanging out. Tell me, who is it?"
"Nobody," I said. I opened my window. "I got to go. Bye."
I just left her there, standing in my doorway. I hope she didn't suspect anything. Oh, well, I didn't care anyway. I few up into the clouds so no one would see me, until I reached the jewelry store. I dived down once I saw the alley and landed. I had on my green emerald jacket just in case it got cold, but it was a warm night so far. I looked around, but didn't see Butch anywhere. Then before I knew it someone grabbed me from behind.
I quickly went into warrior mode and grabbed the guy's arm and flipped him onto his back. "Hey, Buttercup." I stood over my assailant and realized it was Butch.
"What the hell did you do that for?" I asked and helped him up.
"I'm glad to see you, too," he said and leaned in close to me. Suddenly my whole body started to shiver. "You look great," he said and put his hands on my back pulling me close to him. He touched his lips to mine, while I wrapped my arms around his neck. I opened my mouth, drinking in his sweet taste. We stayed like that for the longest time, until I felt my legs go weak. I almost stumbled, but he held me up. "You okay?" he asked me when we broke apart.
"Yeah," I said, looking away from him for a moment. "I just had a little trouble getting out of the house, that's all."
"You're here, and that's all that matters," he said, putting his arm around my shoulder. "I wasn't sure if you would come."
"I promised, didn't I?"
"Yeah," he said and smiled at me. "So, let's go."
"Go where?" I asked.
"It's a surprise," he said, taking my hand.
He led me through a maze of alleyways, until we came through a strange red door. It had a giant spider painted on it. Butch knocked twice, then three times. Then suddenly the door opened. We walked in, and the place was dark almost black and tables and chairs were colored red. I was quickly beginning to like this place. I felt like I was breaking all the superhero's rules being in this place with someone like Butch.
I didn't care, but I was worried that someone would see me. "So, what is this place?" I asked Butch.
"It's called The Web, and don't worry. This place is discreet. Anybody who would want to bust you wouldn't come here."
"So, this place is only for people with something to hide," I said and we took a seat at one of the tables.
"Something like that," he said and took my hand. "I come here all the time."
"So then, is this where you bring all your girls?"
"No, just you," he said. "This place is special, so I wanted to share it with you."
"What's so special about it?" I asked.
"I'll show you," he said and stood up out of his chair. He took my hand and led me to an old style jukebox. "Pick one."
Most of the songs were at least twenty years old, but I found one I recognized. "How about this one?"
"Thrill me," he said, looking at the name of the song. "Good one." He put a coin into the machine and punched in the selection. "Want to dance?"
"I'd love to," I said, as he grabbed me and pulled me close to him.
The music started and we swayed to the music. The song was soulful, and I felt something strange inside me. I never considered myself a great dancer, but dancing with Butch brought out something in me. He turned me around several times, and I started to feel light headed.
When the song was over he still held onto me tight. I couldn't speak standing there with his arms around me. Thank god, he said something.
"Hey, are you hungry?" he asked, releasing me from his embrace.
"Yeah, I think so," I said. He led me back to the table, and we sat down. "So, why did you ask me to come out with you tonight?"
"Because I wanted to see you," he said, and took my hand. "I've been thinking about you lot."
"Me too," I said, almost whispering. "I figured that what happened between us was over."
"Do you want it to be?" He looked a little hurt, which shocked me a little.
"No, I don't, um..." I hesitated for a moment. "Just the opposite."
"Good," he said as someone approached our table.
"Hey, Butch," a young man of about twenty said. "You and your friend like the usual tonight?"
"It's up to her," he said. "Do you like stir fried shrimp?"
"Sure," I said. "Sounds good."
"And what about drinks?"
"Two beers," he said. "Is that fine with you?"
"Yeah, why not," I said, and smiled devilishly at him. The young man left to fill our order. Butch looked over at me with a surprised look on his face. "What?"
"I never took you for the beer type," he said.
"Well," I started to say and put my hand on the front of his shirt. "You'll find that I'm full of surprises." He leaned in and kissed me.
Someone else approached our table. "Well, well, well, what's going on, Butchie boy?"
"Princess, what do you want?" he asked and rose to his feet.
"Just admiring your taste," she said. I got out of my chair and stared Princess down. She had always been annoying, but I knew a slam when I heard one.
"Go away," I simply said.
Princess looked over at me and knew I was serious. She knew I could kick her ass without even breaking a sweat. She just walked away, and I saw her leave with someone. As I watched them exit through the doors I got a little nervous since she turned back to me with a dirty look.
"Hey," Butch said, getting my attention. "Don't worry about her. She won't say anything."
"How do you know?" I asked.
"Blackmail," was all he said, and wore a sly smirk on his face.
I was a little curious about that one, but somehow I didn't want to know.
My mood lightened as our food came. I dug in fast, since I was so hungry. I didn't eat much at lunch and skipped breakfast that morning. I was too nervous about this evening, but I was feeling a lot more at ease. Butch had been so sweet to me all evening, and I didn't want it end, not yet anyway.
After we eat, we danced some more. I couldn't believe how comfortable I felt with him. I was able to forget who I was and who he was. Right now, none of that mattered. It was getting on ten o'clock and I really wanted to be alone with him, not that I would tell him that.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing," I said. I was lying, and I think he knew exactly what I was on my mind.
"How about if I tell you?" I looked intrigued, and he went on. "I was thinking about the other night."
"So was I," I said. "How about round two?"
"Are you serious?" he asked. "I think you're drinking a little too much of that beer."
"It's not the alcohol," I said. I had that hungry look in my eye again. He could see it.
"I can take care of that." He rose to his feet and took my hand. "Do you trust me?"
"Yeah," I said and let him lead the way. He led me to a back stairs which held a second level of rooms. We went down the hall to the end. There he pulled out a key and opened the door.
It looked like a single hotel room with just a bed and nightstand, but there was no window, just a door as the only means of escape. He closed the door behind him and approached me.
"What is this place? I asked.
"It used to be a brothel," he said. My eyes grow wide with shock, but he just laughed at my naivety. "That's shocks you?"
"It should, but nothing about you shocks me... anymore," I said and took off my jacket.
It excited me to think we were sneaking around and doing something nasty. I didn't care. I never felt so alive as I did now.
He grabbed me and pulled me close to him. "Damn, you look so good in that dress, but I think you would look better without it."
Why don't you find out," I whispered in his ear. He went right for my neck like a hungry vampire. It made me moan deeply. He pulled my left strap down, and then my right. My dress fell to the floor. I kicked off my shoes, which left me in my black laced panties and strapless bra.
He looked me in the eye and put his hands on either side of my face. "Damn, you're a nasty girl," he said.
"Then are you going to punish me?" I whispered to him playfully.
"You know it," he said and picked me up and carried me to the bed.
He laid me down on it and pulled down his pants. He kicked them off and took off his shirt and joined me on the bed. I flipped him over onto his back and straddled him. I leaned down to kiss him working my way down to his chest. He moaned softly at first then his moans turned into grunts, until I found my way to his boxers I pulled them off slowly, revealing what I wanted most from him. I took a taste, which let out a shutter of pleasure from him.
"Oh, baby," he said and flipped me over onto my back. "You really are a bad girl."
I giggled at his assessment as he pulled down my panties. Oh, god, I was so wet and so wanting him. I unclasped my bra and threw it on the floor. I leaned up and kissed him, tasting his sweet saliva. He had his hands on my breasts, his fingers circling around my nipples. He knew just how to get to me, and I let out a loud gasp.
"I want you so bad," I said, trying to catch my breath.
"I want you too," he said, "my bad little girl."
I could feel him enter me. From the second he was inside me my whole body started to shake. No one had ever made me feel this way. He thrust deep into me, and I flowed along with his rhythm. I wrapped me legs around him feeling him go even deeper as his rhythm continued. I felt him stabbing into me like a knife as he continued.
I started to scream out as I arched my back. He held onto me the entire time, looking deep into my eyes and kissing me. Deep moans came from the back of my throat and I thrust right back at him. I heard him let out a loud grunt in my ear and I continued to thrust at him.
"Do you like that?" I whispered to him.
"I like everything you do," he grunted out to me. He sounded like a hungry animal, who only wanted to feast on me, and I willing gave up any resistance only wanting to be devoured by him.
I continued until we both reached our height and our energy spent. I felt him release himself within me. He lay on top of me and looked into my eyes. He ran his hands along my sweaty brow and kissed me softly.
"You're so amazing," he whispered to me.
"You really think so?" I asked, sighing softly. "I don't have a lot of experience."
"I'm glad you don't," he said, kissing me again. "I want you all to myself."
"After you, I wouldn't want anybody else anyway," I said.
He pulled of out me, and I suddenly felt so empty. He lay next to me caressing my arms and back. I laid my head on his chest and basked in the sensations of his light touches.
"I'm glad I came tonight," I said as I lay in his arms.
"Me, too," he said, and I sighed softly. "I want to keep seeing you."
I looked up at him in surprise. "So, this wasn't enough?"
He rolled me on my back and lay on top of me again. "Was it enough for you?"
"No," I said, as he pressed his lips against mine.
"Good," he said softly. "Because you're mine now."
"Fine with me," I said as he kissed me again. I felt him getting hard again, and I spread my legs slightly and let him inside me again.
We continued for I don't know how long, until I looked at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was 2 am. Butch had just drifted off, but I nudged him awake.
"Hey, wake up," I said.
"What's the matter, baby?" he mumbled.
"I have to get home," I said, and rose out of the bed. I was naked and fumbling to find my clothes.
He must have gotten out of bed, because I felt his hands on my bare shoulders, and his body pressed up against me. I let out a soft sigh.
"Come on," he whispered in my ear. "Let's just stay here."
"I'd love too, but I'm late as it is." I started to put on my clothes, and he whined like a little baby. I laughed at how cute he sounded. "There's always tomorrow."
I put my dress and jacket back on, and walked over towards him and kissed him.
"Yeah, tomorrow," he said, and I handed him his pants. He got dressed and we walked out of The Web together. Nobody really paid any attention to us. We stood outside for a moment.
"I want to show you something," I said.
"What?" he asked. "You change your mind and decided you want more."
"Well, not exactly," I said. "Would you come flying with me? High up in the clouds, it's my special place. I want to show it to you."
"Lead the way," he said.
I took his hand we flew high in the air. The sky was dark, but the clouds were still out. We flew in and out of the clouds around us, drinking in that delicious night air.
"I always come up here when I need to think, or I have a problem."
"What about your sisters? Don't you just talk to them?"
"Sometimes, but I'm not like them. They're open with their feeling and I'm..."
"I know," he said. "I'm the same way. Thanks for showing me this place. When I see the clouds, I'll think of you."
We flew back down to that tree that was a few yards from my house. The place we parted once before.
"It seems this is the place we're always saying good bye," he said and wrapped his arms around me. "I don't want to say good bye to you."
"Then don't," I said. "We'll just say, see you tomorrow."
We kissed one last time, and I flew up to my window. It was still opened from when I left, and I entered my room and closed the window behind me. The house was quiet, so I guessed everyone went to sleep. I changed into a nightgown and was preparing to get into bed when I heard a tapping on window.
I looked over and saw Butch hovering out there. I laughed and ran over to the window and opened it. "What are you doing?"
"Saying goodnight to my girl," he said.
I laughed again as he kissed me. "Good night," I said. He flew away out of sight and I lay down in my bed. Suddenly, I felt so lonely without him, but I knew this was far from over. It was just the beginning.
Well, I hoped everyone liked this story, because I really enjoyed writing it. Please, review and let me know what you think.