Okay, this story takes place after Jealousy. Again there will be two versions. So read and enjoy.


Buttercup's POV

It had been a few days since I had seen Butch. After what happened at the junkyard and the park, I had the feeling that he was afraid to be near me. If he only knew how much I missed him. I got up early to get ready for school even though I had no interest in it that day.

I came down for breakfast that morning, trying hard to hide my depression. Blossom saw it straight away. "Hey, Buttercup, are you feeling guilty about the way you treated Mitch the other day?"

"What?" I asked in shock. How dare she jump to conclusions. "I have nothing to be guilty about? That jerk practically attacked me."

"What are you talking about?" Blossom asked as she sat down to eat her eggs and toast. "That's not the way Mitch tells it."

"Mitch is a damned liar. All I wanted was to take a short walk alone, and he follows me."

"That's only because I asked him to," Blossom said. "I was worried about you. You've been acting strange lately."

"Well, it was a mistake to send Mitch after me. That jerk cornered me and forced a kiss on me, so I decked him."

"Why'd he do that?" Blossom asked.

I dipped into my cereal and swallowed quickly. "I don't know. He just can't understand that I don't like him that way."

"I'm really sorry, Buttercup. I didn't know he did that."

"Well, now you know, and I don't want to talk about it anymore."

I left the kitchen and grabbed my books and left for school. Why was I so pissed? I just didn't understand it. I guess I really wasn't pissed at Blossom or even at Mitch. I just wondered why Butch hadn't come around.

Morning classes went by slowly, but I didn't care. My mind wasn't on school. When lunchtime came I decided to eat outside. I felt the need to feel the warm air. Maybe it would help lighten my mood.

I sat at one of the picnic tables, when Mitch came up to me. "Hey, Buttercup," he said and sat down next to me."

"Go away, Mitch. I don't want to talk to you."

"I just want to apologize about the other day."

I looked over at him. I was surprised. Mitch, apologizing? He never did that, no matter how wrong he was.

"What's your angle?" I asked suspiciously.

"No angle, I just thought maybe you would give me another chance. I really like you, Buttercup."

"Mitch, try to understand. I don't like you like that, and I never will."

He looked hurt and got up and stared me down. "There's someone else, isn't there?"

"Mitch, what are you talking about?" I shouted and got up and stared him down this time. "Stop acting like a jealous boyfriend. We are nothing. Get it."

"Then tell me who he is," he demanded.

"My life is none of your business, Mitch Michelson," I shouted at him. "So how dare you demand anything out of me."

"Come on, Buttercup, I know something's going on with you. Blossom told about all the nights you've been disappearing. So who is he?"

"Nobody, you dumb ass, so just shut up and leave me alone."

Mitch grabbed my arm, which was a big mistake. I flung him across the grounds, and he hit a tree. Some of the other kids gathered around him to see if he was all right. I saw his rise to his feet and knew I hadn't hurt him that bad, but I walked off into some nearby trees, wanting so desperately to hit something.

I was angry, and I didn't know why. I punched a tree, but not that hard. I only damaged it slightly and slumped down to the ground.

I heard a voice behind me, and jumped up startled by the sound. "Hey," I heard a familiar voice.

I looked up to see Butch staring me in the face. Tears were still in my eyes, as he knelt down and put his arms around me. I held him tight, like it had been an eternity since I felt him.

"What's wrong?" he asked me, putting his hand on my chin forcing me to look at him.

"Nothing," I said and jerked away from him. I rose to my feet, and I turned my back on him. He only wrapped his arms around me. "Please, don't."

I forced myself out of his embrace. "Buttercup, something's bothering you?"

I turned back to him. "It's nothing, really. It's just... I missed you. Since that day at the park..."

"I'm sorry about that," he said. "Sometimes I just lose control and..."

"You don't want me anymore," I said, regretting the words that escaped my mouth. "I don't blame you. This is just too complicating."

"Buttercup," he said, taking my hand. "What makes you think that? I never wanted a girl more than I want you. I just stayed away, because I didn't want to hurt you."

I turned to him, hurt still in my eyes. "Don't you see that's what's hurting me?" I shouted at him. "Ever since that day when you told me about Princess, and what she did to you..."

He cut me off with a kiss. It was urgent and fierce and left me breathless. Once he broke away, he looked deep into my eyes putting his hands on either side of my face. "None of that matters now. I just want you, and no one else."

"Me, too," I said and pulled him into a kiss this time. Once it was over he pulled me close and held me.

"Hey, let's go somewhere," he said.

I broke out of his embrace and looked strangely at him. "But I have classes," I said. Then I thought for a moment. "Oh, what the hell."

He put his arms around me as we took to the air. He led the way, and I wondered where he was taking me. I didn't care, as long as I was with him. He took me to a little clearing on the beach that was very well secluded. I pointed to a piece of land not far from the shore. He picked me up and carried me there.

One we reached it, he set me down. I looked around, seeing a small tree. I leaned against it seductively. "Where are we?" I asked.

"Just a little sandbar," he said, taking my hand. "No one ever comes here, so we won't have any interruptions."

"Oh, you just brought me here for sex," I said. It was an accusation, but a playful one.

"Are you saying you don't want to? Because we don't..."

I stopped him from talking, instead silencing him with a kiss. I put hands around him, feeling up his shirt under his jacket. He threw his jacket off and lowered me onto the sand. I pulled his shirt over his head and felt along his muscular chest. It felt so good to touch him again.

I flipped him over onto his back and took my top off. He smiled up at me as I leaned down to kiss him. I opened my mouth and rolled my tongue along with his. I could feel him already getting hard. He reached over behind my back and unclasped my bra. My breasts fell out, but he caught them in his hands, making me moan in pleasure. I rolled over on to my side as his unzipped his pants. I helped him pulled them off, and he hovered over me as he played with my breasts.

God, I was so hot. Sweat was consuming my body and my moans become louder and deeper. I was able to pull down his boxers and felt his hard penis in my hand.

"I want you in me now," I whispered in his ear. He didn't say a word, only looked into my eyes as he positioned himself on top of me. I opened my legs waiting to feel him inside me.

Finally he entered me, and I felt his powerful membrane penetrating me, ripping me up from the inside. I screamed out from the pleasure. He had never been this aggressive before, and it excited me even more.

"Oh, God, don't stop," I demanded and my screams became louder. I could hear him grunting like a wild animal in my ear, and it only prompted me to thrust back at him. My whole body started to shake as he thrust deeper into me, and I screamed out louder than I ever had before.

Finally he released himself inside me. Sweat soaked my body as he crashed down on top of me. He remained inside me as he kissed me and smoothed back to my sweat ridden hair that was matted to my face.

"You're so fucking incredible," I whispered to him, before he started to kiss me again. I wrapped my arms around him as he rolled over onto his side. He was still inside of me and felt him get hard again. "You're still horny." I laughed a little as he kissed my neck.

"That's your fault," he said, and rolled me over onto my back. My body started to shake again and he held my arms down, and he started to thrust at me again. I gasped as he released inside of me a second time. He pulled out of me that time and lay down beside me.

I snuggled next to him and sighed softly. "Did you plan this?" I asked him.

"No, not really," he said and held me close and kissed the top of my head. "Do you regret coming here with me?"

"No, this is much more fun than math class." I laughed at that, and as he caressed my sweaty back, I sat half way up and looked into his eyes. "I have a great idea. Why don't we go for a swim?"

"Without a suit?" he asked playfully.

"I don't need one." I got up completely naked and dove into the water. I swam up to the surface, feeling invigorated. "Come on in. The water feels great."

He inched himself into the water as I swam away from him. He swam faster and caught me, not that I put up much of a fight.

"Hey, what was that about?" he said as he pulled me close to him in the water.

"I thought I'd make you work for it," I said and started laughing. He dove down into the water taking me with him.

I hadn't been swimming in a while, but didn't remember it being this fun. I swam away, making him chase me again. He caught me again as we reached the surface.

"You're so bad," he said and started kissing me on my neck. "I'll just have to punish you."

"Oh, yeah," I said, running my fingers through his wet hair. "Do you think you're strong enough?" We both swam back to the sandbar and let the hot sun dry us. "That was fun," I said. I started to put my clothes back on, when my phone went off. I barely had my underwear back on when I picked it up.

"Who is it?" Butch asked me as he started kissing my neck again. "Tell them to get lost."

"It's my sister," I said. He started to feel my breasts again through my bra. God, he was making me hot again. "Oh, fuck her." I threw the phone down, letting it ring until it stopped.

"That's not what I had in mind," he said, and took off my bra again. "Are you up for another round?"

"What do you think?" I said, sitting in his lap. I sat up on my knees and pulled down my panties and slipped them off. I forced him down to the ground as his penis slipped up inside me. God, he felt so good.

I started to orgasm almost immediately as I sat on top of him as he thrust inside of me. I bent down, rolling me tongue around his chest. That only excited him more, and his rhythm became faster as we both screamed out in pleasure.

Finally he released inside of me and I lay down next to him from pure exhaustion. "Oh, god, you're so good," he whispered in my ear.

I only laughed as I rested my head on his chest. A thought came into my mind. "I had a good teacher."

He kissed me once again, and I was so exhausted I feel asleep.

I woke a little while later and realized it was dark outside. He was looking down at me. "It's about time you woke up."

"Hey, what time is it?" I asked.

"About ten," he said. "It's still early."

"But I'm starving," I said. "I haven't eaten since lunch."

"Okay, we'll fly back to shore and get something to eat. Chinese okay with you?"

"Sounds great," I said. I grabbed my clothes and quickly dressed. He helped me to my feet, and we took off through the skies.

I landed back on the rocky side of the beach. "You stay here, and I'll go get the food."

"Okay," I said and gave him one last sloppy kiss before he left.

I looked back out on the waters with a warm feeling inside me. I was in love, for the first time in my life, but I felt sick because everything seemed so impossible. He was my enemy, but I didn't care. I never wanted this feeling to go away, no matter what I had to do to keep it.

I heard a noise somewhere in the distance and thought Butch had returned. "Hey, you're back already."

When I turned around I saw the person standing behind me wasn't Butch. "Hey, Buttercup," I heard Mitch's angry voice.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, more annoyed than anything else.

"I could ask you the same thing," he said, coming closer to me. I noticed he had a pair of binoculars around his neck. "First you ditch school, and then I see you with him." So the little pervert was spying on me.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked, trying to act innocent. I tried to walk away from him, but he grabbed my hand.

"You know what I'm talking about?" Mitch said and slammed me up against the high rocks. He threw off his binoculars and grabbed hold of my wrists. He held them up against the rocks. "So how long have you been funkin' him?"

"Let go of me, now," I said, giving him the chance to do the right thing. I didn't make a move yet, because I didn't want to hurt him.

"Don't play dumb with me. What the hell are you thinking messing around with that criminal?"

"That's none of your business, Mitch!" I shouted.

He grabbed me again. This time I was pissed. "You blew me over for that hoodlum. You're going to regret this."

"Get your hands the fuck off of her, asshole!' I heard Butch yell. Before I knew what was happening Butch had his hands around Mitch's throat, and he was choking him with one hand and punching him in the face with another.

"Butch, don't!" I screamed, but he just kept hitting him. "Don't kill him!"

I could tell he snapped again, like he did with Ace. I jumped on him and wrestled him to the ground. He grunted like an animal and pushed himself away from me. He went after Mitch again, who just started running down the beach to the main shore. Butch flew ahead of Mitch cutting off his escape.

"Hey, Mitch," Butch said and grabbed a hold of his arm twisting it around his back. He wrestled him to the ground as Mitch screamed. "You're never going to put your hands on my girl again."

I finally reached him, seeing the pain his was inflicting. "Butch, please, just let him go."

"You see, Buttercup," Mitch bellowed out. "You see what kind of monster he is."

"Shut up, Mitch," I said. I looked over at Butch. "Please, you don't have to kill him."

Butch looked into my eyes, and something changed in him. I could tell he was starting to calm down. Then he released Mitch, but he wasn't able to get up. He was in pain and tried to crawl away, but he didn't get too far so he stopped and laid there.

I approached Butch putting my hands on either side of his face. "Are you alright?" He was shaking by now, so I put my arms around him. I could tell how upset he was as he held on to me tight. "It's okay," I whispered in his ear. "Everything's fine now."

Mitch had managed to sit up but looked disgusted as he saw us standing there holding each other. "Is this what you want, Buttercup? The guy's a time bomb."

Butch started to become angry again. "No," I said. "I'll handle him. Okay?" I approached Mitch and grabbed him by the collar. "Here's how it's going to be," I started. My eyes were intense, and I knew Mitch could see it. "You're going to keep your fucking mouth shut. You tell anyone, and I'll kill you myself."

I let go of him. He looked more afraid of me than of Butch. He got to his feet and started to walk away from us. He didn't say anything, just stumbled away.

I walked back over to Butch who looked worried. "He's going to blab."

"No, I don't think so," I said. "He's knows what I'll do to him if he does." I was also worried that Mitch would spill our secret, but I didn't let it show.

I put my arms around him as we stood there and held each other. We sat down on the sand for a while not saying anything. Butch was the first one to break the silence.

"You saved me again," he said.

I smiled and kissed him. We walked back up to the secluded spot where Butch had left the food. It wasn't exactly cold, but it wasn't hot either. I didn't care, because I was so hungry.

He was still shook up by his confrontation with Mitch. After we finished eating I put my head on his shoulder resting comfortably as I looked out at the stars.

I snapped back to reality when Butch touched my face. I saw that he held a serious look. "I'm sorry, Buttercup."

"For what?" I asked.

"I would have killed him if you didn't stop me."

"That doesn't matter anymore," I said, looking into his eyes. "I don't want you to worry about Mitch."

"When I saw him with his hand on you..."

"I know, but he can't hurt me. He knows that."

"I can't stand the thought of any guy touching you. The things he was saying..."

"Shhh... It doesn't matter. I'm with you, not him." I kissed him softly, silencing his fears for now. "Promise me one thing. If you feel yourself losing control again. Even if I'm not with you call me, and I'll be there."

I kissed him again, and then rose to my feet. I held out my hand, and he took it. We took to the air, forgetting about the world, reality, everything. We road through the dark clouds together in a world that was all our own.

We flew back to my house where we flew through my open window. "I shouldn't be here," he said and was about to leave.

I took his hands to stop him from leaving. He looked into my eyes. "I don't care. I want you here." At that moment, I heard a knock at my door. "Get down," I whispered. "And be quiet."

I went over to the door and saw my sister Blossom standing there. "Buttercup, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"What?" Don't tell me Mitch told on us. Now, I will kill him. "After you didn't show up for your afternoon classes, Mitch called me and told me he went looking for you. He said you were at the beach."

"Yeah, so," I said. "I just needed some time to myself."

"Well, he also told me you beat him up."

So he lied. I guess I could play along with this. "He pissed me off," I said. "See what he did to me."

"That bruise will be gone by tomorrow, but Mitch had to go the emergency room."

"Yeah, whatever," I said, feeling no sympathy for Mitch. "He deserved it. I could have killed him if I wanted to."

"That's not funny, Buttercup!" Blossom scolded.

"It wasn't meant to be. Now, would you get out of my room," I demanded and pointed to the door. "I'm really tired, and I need some sleep."

"Yeah, fine!" Blossom yelled at me. "But we're going to talk about this tomorrow."

Blossom walked out and slammed the door. I walked over to it and locked it. Suddenly I broke down and slumped down to the floor and cried. I had forgotten that Butch was still in my room. Not until he came over to me and put an arms around me.

"Why did you lie for me?" he asked me.

"It's obvious Mitch didn't say anything," I said, trying to dry my tears. "So Blossom didn't need to know what really happened." I buried my head in his chest, feeling safe in his arms.

He then picked me up and put on my bed. He lay on the bed with me and just held me. I don't know at what point I fell asleep, but when I woke up I was only in my T-shirt and Butch was gone. I found a note on my pillow and opened it.

"Good night, my dark angel." I held it to my heart and lay down and drifted off to sleep again.

That's the end. So, how was it? Please review and let me know what you think. Be here next time for Butch POV.