Marceline wasn't expecting the tongue that entered her mouth; soft, tender and warm. The sweet taste of honey running up the roof of her mouth, pressing down on her tongue. And then it was vanilla, bursting like fireworks. It spread like wildfire down her throat, dancing on her taste buds. Strawberry presented itself as a grin, wide and completely intoxicating. At that exact point, the world was so incredibly sugary. If they continued like this, Marceline would pass out from lack of air.
All she could smell was the other girls tropical flavoured shampoo. Her eyes were shut tight, hands balled into fists. Toes curled in her sneakers.
She opened her mouth to say something, anything before she heard that soft giggle. A chuckle really. Bonnibel pressed their lips together once more before skipping off to her friends, leaving Marceline speechless, the words 'i love you' caught in her throat, not being able to budge any further because the taste of Bonnibel was still lingering in her mouth. It was all just at the tip of her tongue.
