AN: Didn't write much for a month, wow. Sorry, heh. Here's a cute drabble to change that.
Marceline drank your red.
She drank your red again.
"Marcy, how many times do I have to tell y-"
"Don't drink your red, yeah." She chuckles as she pulls you in closer.
You just sighed, smiling slowly as she shifts her head. You felt her cold lips touch bitemarks she left on your neck, slowly kissing lower.
You ran your hands up her back, you tried savor the moment, knowing that Marceline might not come back in a while, but your focus got disrupted when she shivered and slid her right hand to grasp your thigh. She brought it closer to the side of her hip and then she rolled ontop of you, still kissing down your neck.
She smirked as she kissed down the valley of your breasts, making you understand her unspoken thoughts.
"We just did that, can't you just sleep with me?"
"Who said that I was going to do that?"
You looked away quickly as she laughs, making you squirm and annoyed. You pushed her to her back as she laughed more. She looked like she was breathless from laughing as you straddled her.
"Got hot and bothered, huh?" Marceline grinned as she positioned her hands on your hips, fixing your place.
You bit your lip and you just kissed her with great force, making the bed squeak. She kissed you back as soon as her left hand reached the hem of your underwear.
To be honest, you expected her to take it off, but she did something you found almost pleasurable.
Marceline scraped your skin. You hissed, breaking the kiss. You looked down to the spot where her hand was. The bleeding wound looked like a letter. She marked you...
"M?"
"For Marceline. You're mine."
You could've said another word, but she kissed your neck softly before you even got the chance to speak. She murmured words as she licked the bitemark she left earlier.
"I'm yours, so mark me now."