What Butters wanted right now (and he was Butters, Michael was the name of someone who could think straight) was to pull her onto his lap and kiss her til his face hurt. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen, not while half of his concentration was on his great aunt in a bikini, and naming all the state capitols and every other juvenile attempt he could muster at not screwing this up.
Kansas, Topeka. New York, Buffalo...
He leaned back in to return her intent, trying to keep it light and innocent as possible. Trying not to brush teeth to teeth or spit or anything gross. It never looked so complicated in the movies or tv shows. How did they make it look like that? To Butters it was a veritable minefield, and every wrong step led to the worst of out comes.
Hawaii, Oahu.
"You know." He muttered, pulling back just far enough to catch a look at her, "You're..." beautiful. Perfect. amazing. "Wow. But we should. Don't you think we should...?" He tried to finish his statement physically, leaning back far enough to give them both breathing room.