THE DAY AFTER

Marceline

I was surprised when I awoke to the sounds of birds peeping morning songs back and forth between each other. Usually, I was awoken to the smell of eggs cooking on the stove, or the trying ping of beakers clattering against each other. Rolling over, I reached for the night stand, which held an electric clock. Obnoxious neon red digits read "10:37".

Crap.

I had band practice in twenty minutes, and I was still lazing around in bed. Languidly, I began pulling myself into a seating position, only to be stopped by a pair of demanding arms wrapping around my middle. Although I couldn't turn around, I knew who it was.

"Bonnie." I sang somnolently, a smile spreading across my drowsy features. My girlfriend, Bonnibell Bubblegum, hummed, with rapture, in reply. Her nose snuggled into my back, encouraging my smile to widen into a smirk. My long callused fingers tangled themselves with her thin dainty ones, as I lay back down in her firm embrace.

Bonnie and I have been dating for about a year now. She is brilliant, sweet like her name, and amazingly fun to tease. She loves everything your classic nerd would love: books, computers, those starchy white doctor jackets. Her favorite thing in the whole world, has to be science. The girl spends most of her life mixing bubbling juices in those beakers of hers, and testing her many theories. Sometimes I feel like she likes her homework in chemistry more than me. If I told her that, she'd probably laugh, with her creamy pink-dyed hair bouncing up and down with her head the way it did. Her crystal blue eyes would sparkle, and she'd cover her mouth, like a prim and proper princess. The image of her laughing, brought another soft-hearted smile to my face.

She goes to this fancy pants college in Ooo, called Candy Kingdom University, or CKU for short. I told her it was perfect for her, since her last name was Bubblegum. Anyways, she had been wanting to get out the university dorms for some time, so we decided that we would move in together. We rent a small affordable apartment about ten minutes away from CKU, and twelve minutes away from Guy's garage where I practiced with my band.

"Don't you have class today?" I forced myself to ask, expecting her to jump out of bed and scream "OH NO!" any second.

"Mmm." Was her soft reply, the warmth of her breath spreading through my gray tank and onto my bare back.

"It's already 10:30, babe." I warned halfheartedly, not entirely earnest about her leaving the bed. "You'll be late if you don't hurry."

"No..." she wined, digging her nose into my back like a kitten. "Don't wanna..."

"What?"

I don't know what surprised me more, Bonnie protesting against going to school, or her irregular use of grammar. Turning around so I could see her features clearly, I wrapped my arms around her waist. In turn, she curled her hands up to her chest, leaning into my arms. Her smile was full of affection, if not a little dopey, and her hair stuck up in all sorts of places. I couldn't contain my giggle as I tried patting it down.

"Am I speaking to the same Princess Bubblegum, who stayed up three nights in a row, just to finish some sciencey stuffs?" I mused, letting my hand slide down to her cheek, brushing a stand off her lips. Her smile widened at my touch. "Today's your favorite instructor, right?"

"You're my favorite." She hummed so dreamily, I was sure she was drunk.

"Are you high, Bonnibell Bubblegum?" I asked in bafflement. She giggled her cute giggle in response, burying her face into my neck with a pleased hum.

"Just got a bad case of euphoria." She whispered, her fingers absentmindedly pulling on the neck of my tank.

"What the heck is youforka?"

Instead of responding, she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her legs tangled themselves in mine, as she hummed a low, playful "Marcy~" into my now very red skin.

Okay, no doubt about it. She's drunk.

"If I had known this is how you'd act after sex," I whispered in her ear saucily "I'd have done you a long time ago." Bonnie never liked it when I was so blunt in my teasing. I figured unsettling her enough would motivate her to get out of bed. Don't get me wrong, I love canoodling with Bonnie, but I didn't want her to regret skipping class later. Or worse, blaming me.

"If I had known you could moan the way you did last night, I would have done you the first day we met." Bonnie purred into my neck, completely unfazed by my teasing. My pale skin flared red as she began trailing kisses along my collar bone. Jesus, it's like a whole other Bonnibell!

"B-Bon...hey c-c-mon...not there..." I murmured, my hand instinctively moving to her creamy pink hair. She nibbled softly on my jaw, knowing how much I liked it.

"Hmm?" Bonnie hummed. I could feel her smiling into my skin. Her tongue teased a mark she had left the night before, causing my whole body to shiver. I couldn't believe it...Bonnibell Bubblegum is teasing me! I'm usually the one making her squirm. Why is Bonnie so eager all of a sudden?

The questions in my head became a blur when she bite down on my neck softly. I flipped Bonnie over onto her back, my resistance diminishing almost instantly. She giggled as I straddled her, burying my face into the crook of her neck and planting many quick kisses. I knew exactly where all her tickle spots were, including the many she had on her neck. I attacked them with my lips and teeth relentlessly. In between laughter and squeals of joy, Bonnie wiggled under me like a worm, banging on my back lightly until I stopped. I pressed my lips to hers, not even bothering with formalities, and dove my tongue right into her mouth. She didn't mind, meeting my kiss with her own tenacity.

As I explored the familiar land that was Bonnie's mouth, my hands ran all over her body. They slid over her pink tummy, tickled her sides, and brushed her blazing red cheeks, until they settled on her soft breasts. Bonnie's own hands were busy undoing the zipper to my favorite stretchy jeans. She moaned in frustration when I bit the bottom of her lip.

"Why must you wear these intolerable pants to bed?" She grumbled, yanking on one of my belt loops roughly.

"Watching you struggle turns me on." I replied in between kisses I ran over her cheek.

"How romantic," she said wryly, tugging at my pants again. Growing impatient, she slide her finger into the opening of my zipper. I pulled away quickly, knowing I wouldn't be able to stop if we went any further.

"Easy, baby." I whispered into her ear. "I've got band practice today."

"I'm skipping class," Bonnie argued, her crystal blue eyes gazing up at me with hunger that sent chills downtown. "You can skip practice."

"You are not skipping school." I insisted, pulling my hands from under her shirt. I sat on her stomach, using my knees to support my weight. "Go get an education, dork." I commanded. Frowning her classic Bonnibell puppy dog frown, she tugged on the straps on my gray tank.

"Marceline..." she wined softly. I shook my head, forcing myself to slide off of her. Becoming suddenly frantic, Bonnie sat up quickly. She wrapped her arms tightly around my back before I could stand up. I couldn't understand what had gotten into my girlfriend, as she tightened her grip on me, and snuggled into my back, I heard the soft sound of quick breaths and I realized...

"Bonnie...are you sniffing me?"

"Mmmm." She replied, nuzzling my shoulder with her nose. "You smell like home, Marcy." She said in a cute, loving way. It sent a warmth down into my stomach. I smiled, not able to contain my pleasure. My fingers laced together with hers. Turning so that my lips were near her ear I whispered softly:

"What's gotten into you, Princess?"

"Your tongue." She stated saucily. I resisted the urge to bite her ear.

"What else has gotten into you?" I laughed, opting to tickle her arm instead. Quiet settled into our small bedroom. For a moment, I thought Bon had fallen asleep. Her head dipped onto my neck, like she had just begun napping. Softly, so low I almost couldn't make it out, she whispered into my neck. The words she spoke left me stunned. I felt every muscle in my body stiffen with every syllable. When she was finished, I could not speak.

"I think..." she had said anxiously, "I think I'm in love with you, Marceline."

I am super hungry right now...

So here's a juciy cliff hanger at the very beginning of the story for whoever wants it. I plan on adding more, although I really don't know how many chapters this will be. Maybe 60? Actually that was a joke, it'll probably be around three or four... I really hope you liked the first chapter, be very prepared for the major feels of the second chapter. Is this the part where I say I don't own Adventure Time...or was that supposed to be at the beginning? Who cares. I do not own Adventure Time.