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A/N: This is based off the Anime version of the Powerpuff Girls: Powerpuff Girls Z. In it, Buttercup is called, "Kaoru" and Bubbles is "Miyako". Enjoy you pervs ;3

Water trickled heavily from the faucet and the bath water rippled. It was a simple, discrete sound, but it seemed noisy in the uncomfortable silence between them. Kaoru scrunched her shoulders and lowered her head, bizarrely attempting to hide her nude form inside herself. She hated taking a bath-- it was unnerving to look at herself, feminine and vulnerable. She wished she could take a bath with her clothes-- her shield-- on. She tried to avoid the inevitable bath, slinking around her family as she entered the house after soccer practice or a tough battle as Buttercup. But while she could avoid being seen, no one could dismiss the stench she left behind.

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"I'll just get dirty again anyway," Kaoru grumbled to the Professor and the other girls.

They all shook their heads. "You stink."

"Fine."

Kaoru crossed her arms. "You'll have to drag me in the tub. Think you can take me on?" She grinned devilishly, and that was enough to make all but one person back away.

Miyako calmly took her hand and urged her on. Kaoru thought of wrenching her hand away but found she couldn't. For one, she would feel like she killed a kitten if Miyako's blue eyes misted with tears, and for another, she felt dazed and light-headed.

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"Look!" Miyako chirped, breaking Kaoru from her flashback. Kaoru lifted her head, curious of what Miyako was pointing out, then she turned away, realizing that she wasn't the only one taking a bath.

Miyako nudged her. "Please look at what I drew."

"Er..." Kaoru said, confused, "you can show me your drawing after this."

"No you have to see it now! I used one of the bathtub crayons I bought for Ken."

She turned around and looked up, narrowly missing a good look at Miyako. She inwardly sighed, relieved to have avoided seeing her naked. She drew her attention to what she meant to look at, and truthfully wasn't impressed. To her it was just a scribble etched on the wall. "What is it?"

"It's Octi," she answered proudly, then realizing Kaoru didn't know who Octi was, said, "my plush octopus." She pressed one of the soap crayons in Kaoru's hand "Here. You draw too."

"Draw what?"

"Anything."

"Er... okay." Kaoru scurried the crayon across the bathroom wall, wearing an apathetic expression. "That's me kicking Mo Jo's ass. Now can we get this over with?"

"No wonder you hate taking baths, you don't know how to make it fun," Miyako quipped; it wasn't an insult but an observation.

"Yeah, well hurry up or at least leave and let me bathe alone. You already did your job and dragged me here."

Kaoru heard the washcloth being drenched then squeezed free of water. She was expecting that the other girl was beginning to clean herself but was bombarded with the truth, when a pair of smooth graceful hands wove around her.

"W-wait! I can do this myself!"

The blonde ignored the request and began to lather Kaoru's body, starting with her arms, rising up to her neck, and then swooped the washcloth to her chest. Kaoru gulped and stared at her chest as Miyako's hands brushed against her breasts casually. Even though Kaoru knew the girl didn't carry any ulterior motives, she still felt nervous, and her head feeling hot didn't help the situation. Slowly, Miyako's hand drifted down, tickling Kaoru's stomach and then lingering between her legs.

Blushing, Kaoru shouted, "That's where I draw the li--"

She stiffened, and a moment later relaxed with a content half-smile.

"Did I hurt you?" Miyako asked, oblivious to what she had done.

"No. . ."

Kaoru grinned, embarrassed.

"Did something happen? Should I stop?"

"You said I don't know how to have fun in the bathtub, right?" Kaoru reached behind and flicked her finger across Miyako's clit, prompting a flush.

Seeing she had received the ideal reaction, Kaoru continued to give attention to the area, making sure to hold herself back with slow subtle strokes. Miyako sighed, pursing her lips. Her lids felt heavy and her chest light. Her thoughts were riddled, why this felt so nice, and she felt trapped by the soft sporadic tingles pulsing through her. She gasped and curled her toes against the warmth beginning to creep in her tiptoes. Finally she gave up trying to figure out what was happening. She only knew that she wanted to be closer to Kaoru. She caught Kaoru's lips and led her deeper into the kiss and closer to her until she was pinned against the bathroom wall. Her fingers traced the path she had made over Kaoru's body, and stopped at the place that had started their "bath time fun." Immediately Kaoru gasped and her eyes widened.

"Is it okay?" Miyako said worriedly, hoping she didn't hurt her friend.

"Please keep going," Kaoru pressed. The warmth spreading through her was confusing. She felt weak and renewed at the same time. This combined with the soft mews emitted from the girl below her inspired her to continue with more zest. She brushed her lips against Miyako's cheeks, along her long slender neck, and her petite breasts. Secretly, Kaoru liked soft things, and especially liked to touch that softness against her lips.

"Too much. . ." Miyako whispered, shaking. She drew her hand away from Kaoru (much to Kaoru's distaste), and her body sunk contentedly in the water.

"I'm sorry," Kaoru quickly apologized.

Miyako shook her head. "Don't worry about it." She took Kaoru's hand and squeezed affectionately.

Kaoru smiled appreciatively. "I can't wait until I have to take another bath!"