This is basically being written just because. The drabbles are truly at random. All characters are 18+ please don't me.

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It didn't start at once. Both of her sisters had had boyfriends before, and Bubbles had hardly seen the appeal. Blossom's last boyfriend Jared had followed her like a lovesick puppy for the entirety of their high school years and she'd broken his heart right before graduation.

'Attachments before college that aren't family or friends just loses its spark' is what she'd said, before he'd practically broke down at her feet and begged her to stay with fat, fat tears rolling down his face. It hadn't worked, not when Blossom naturally treated him like a subject to be checked off on her itinerary.

Buttercup seemed to have downright disliked her boyfriends, and she'd had three. Trying to picture her with any of them was simply an exercise in memory, of when she'd glare or yell or tease them too hard and see them cow to her like criminals. It was never a comfortable sight, but not even the Professor found a right time and place to advise her to soften her approach.

Being the most cheerful and chirpiest of the three, it was a wonder that Bubbles had never had the privilege. She'd had some admirers, but nothing like an official boyfriend or girlfriend to spend all her time with. Bubbles was most often alone, especially as she and her sisters got older.

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"Mmmm." Ace had pulled her close, like he always did when they were in bed, and tangled their legs together. Bubbles giggled involuntarily, trying not to duck away from his ticklish sighs against her neck. "You're so soft. How'd yous get so soft?"

This wasn't the first time the young woman had ever heard him say something like that, but she still reveled in the compliment. She was soft - skin as sweet as milk and smooth like satin. Bubbles loved to compare it to the bits of almost nonexistent chest hair behind her, and the very light slopes of his tattoos. They were so different in that, different in many more ways than that, but it was one of those things that never failed to make her feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Bubbles couldn't stop giggling. "Stop that, silly! I'll get mad if you don't!"

One of his arms lay beneath her, wrapped around her shoulders where he could play with her blonde hair that had been let down at some point in the night. The other supported a rather large hand with claws for nails that stroked her front. Ace lingered along her breasts and down, getting so close to her pelvis that Bubbles felt that molten heat inside again.

She ignored it for the tightening embrace of her lover, as he nuzzled his pointy nose into her cheek and grinned. "But I'm having so much fun. You are too, ain't ya?"

She refused to indulge him until he went from playing with her nipple to tickling her side and forcing her to squirm. "Ain't ya?"

"Okay! Okay! Yes!" She mewed. Bubbles turned slightly to look at him, smile at him, and was left winded once again at the fond gleam in his eyes. It was enough to make her heart startle in her chest, to make her insides curl as though they were tickled, too.

So strange was it to see a once mortal enemy look at her with what could be love.

Ace's head tipped forward and he was kissing her. The angle was awkward and should've just been awkward but Bubbles felt him sighing against her and nothing could've been better or more romantic.

"Maybe you should get mad though," He broke away and rubbed the side of her arm. "Then you'll have no choice but to punish me, powderpuff."

"And you'd like that…?" She pivoted in bed to face him better, and Ace held his tongue between his snaggleteeth teasingly.

Ace moved with Bubbles, just to press his nose to hers. She watched as his eyes fluttered, exhaustion beginning to show in that mix of flirtatious glints and infatuated laughter.

The playful tone that he'd had a moment before broke away as he became uncharacteristically soft. "Hey, you could really punch me in the face now and I'd thank you."

Bubbles frowned gently. She stroked the side of Ace's green face and brushed away some strands of inky hair. "I wouldn't do that. I won't ever do that again."