A Hallway with a Random, Convenient Storage Closet Nearby; Monday Noonish [ 02/13 ].

[geewhizfellas]

See, Butters was on his way to the cafeteria, like he often liked to do on a Monday, even if he knew there'd be pizza at the frat, in a good mood and listening to some groovy tunes on his iPod. He had inadvertently put things on his Kinda Sexy mix, because, well, that was just the mood that was overtaking him, and no matter what his mood, it was

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[zetabetabrat]

Rebecca was on her way back from brunch with Tara and thought she'd grab a banana from the cafeteria or something. And probably not hook up with anyone, because she'd just woken up from sex, like, two hours ago.

Then she saw Butters, though. And Butters... well, Butters was dancing.

"...hey."

Oh god, Fandom, what had you done?

[geewhizfellas]

Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wig--

Mid-wiggle, Butters turned around, and realized that there was someone in the hallway. A girl someone, to be exact, and he suddenly felt an overwhelming blush start to take over his cheeks. But, well, if he took the song to heart, then there might be a possibility that girl in the hallway might have even enjoyed the show. So a grin surfaced, and he pulled one of the earbuds out.

"Hey."

Said more to Rebecca's chest than to Rebecca herself, really.

[zetabetabrat]

That was fine. Rebecca had a very nice chest.

And Butters, well, he was just sort of adorable.

"...whatcha doing?"

[geewhizfellas]

And surprisingly well-built, too. His parents said they'd ground him if he got ugly.

Butters shrugged, a hand going to the back of his neck and rubbing it a little shyly. "Nothin' much," he said. "Just...you know...dancin'."

[zetabetabrat]

"I can see that," Rebecca said mildly, circling him with an intent sort of curiosity in her eyes.

Eh. Why not.

"You could keep going," she said after a moment, "if you want."

So she could pounce on him, basically. Spoilers!

[geewhizfellas]

Though the circling was doing nothing to help with Butters's blushing, he was not so naive that he wasn't going to grin slightly about it, either. He bit his lip, wondering if he should be enjoying this as much as he was and wondering if he'd notice the subtle shifts he made to make himself look a little more...circle-able.

"I couuuuuuuld," Butters agreed, "but it's kind of a rude to be dancin' and not askin'a lady to join you, don't you think?"

[zetabetabrat]

"Or how about," Rebecca suggested, reaching out to tug at Butters' shirt collar, "we maybe skip the dancing?"

Oooh, was that a storage closet? What a perfect place to relocate this party!

[geewhizfellas]

A storage closet? How convenient!

Butters's eyes went wide at the tug at his collar, in a very pleasant surprise sort of way, and he gave a nervous chuckle. "Skip it...for what?" he asked, almost unable to believe that this was going to go where he was thinking it was going to, because things never went the way he thought they were going to go, and he decided that, if there was ever going to be an exception to that, this needed to be it.

[zetabetabrat]

"For sex," Rebecca chirped, opening the closet door and tugging him inside.

Look, it'd been a few hours already. It was Time.

[geewhizfellas]

"Ohhhh, boy!" Butters was going to happily let himself be pulled. This was even better than Homecoming! Homecoming had only been kisses, and this was, like, a jackpot. "Really? That's great! Boy, this closet's kind of small..."

Not that he minded the proximity and having to smush up against Rebecca, especially since he figured they'd be doing a lot of that if they were going to have sex. "So we should probably start taking off our clothes and kissing, right?"

[zetabetabrat]

"Shh," Rebecca advised him. And she helped with that, too! By... pinning him to the closet wall and kissing him. Helpfully, though!

Also there was hiking up of her skirt and an attempt to, ah, relocate his hand. Just to be helpful!

[geewhizfellas]

Boy, she sure was helpful; Butters appreciated that kind of helpfulness because it really just showed that there were still good people in the world. Good people in the world that were very, very good at kissing and who clearly had nice underwear, too.

It probably said a lot about Butters that he was thinking of asking Rebecca where she got them when this was all over.