"Princess!"
There was a soft rap of tiny candy knuckles at her door. Bonnibel's closed eyes tightened, her head giving a small shake. No. Not right now.
A shudder ran up her spine like a firework. It burst in her stomach, and she almost forgot about the urgent knock, teeth coming down to snag her lip. The skin there was getting sore from that, but sometimes staying quiet was hard.
She settled herself back in slowly; her hair pressed between her head and pillows. Her legs spread a little more, hips curving up to meet the mouth so intently working there.
Long and soft hair slid about her thighs, a pair of smooth palms with calloused fingers caressing up her skin to splay on her ribs in response—
"Princess!?"
Bubblegum's brow furrowed, and her hands grabbed Marceline's. I know, sorry. Hang on.
"Yes—?" Good Gourds, that was too breathy. She swallowed thickly, lips pursing at the soft chuckle in Marceline's throat. Her hips jerked at the vibration of it, the tongue inside her giving a hard flick—
"Yes?" she called, clamping her thighs against the Queen's pointed ears. Nails dug into her skin, and Bubblegum's hands were digging under the blankets to find her. "What is it?"
"You're needed downstairs, your highness! Please!"
Marceline's hands sprang down on Bonnibel's hips, pinning them to the mattress. And Bonnibel barely had time to clamp her own hands over her mouth, eyes welding shut as the tongue twisted in deeper and thickened. You're not going anywhere, Bonnie.
"I'm coming!" the princess strained in a fierce blush, fighting the urge to kick Marceline as the vampire chuckled again. Oh ha ha.
Tiny footsteps pattered back downstairs, and before she could even squeak, Bubblegum was dragged down under the blankets, Marceline's pretty face nuzzling at hers affectionately.
"You were so close, just let me finish," she murmured, nipping her ear. Bonnibel pressed at the girl till they could meet eyes, ignoring how adorable she knew the vampire was making herself look. Messy sex hair and some coy smile with that lovey gaze. Like crushed crimson and clear night skies—focus.
"Marceline, we talked about this. I can get busy, even at night…what, how was that one dirty—oh, get busy," she stopped to chuckle with the amused Queen, but inhaled sharply at the mouth suddenly around her nipple.
"I'll make it fast," the vampire murmured against her breast, shifting so that her fingers were rubbing down against Bonnibel's aching need.
"No, I'll make it fast and be right back," the princess grumbled, though her head lolled back easily enough to give Marceline access to her neck. "You think I'm still turned on after talking to Peppermint!"
The last part had been a gasp, because the Marceline had effortlessly slid a finger in.
"Mm-hm," the queen responded, now against her lips. "You're still wet."
Bonnibel quivered, and her hips rolled once, relishing the way the motion brushed the older girl's digit where she needed it most inside.
She felt Marceline's smile became more wicked than cute, and her thumb slid a circle on that outer spot, making the princess's hips jump. "You're still hard here—" she paused, once again dipping her head to suck at peaks of her pink chest, "and here and here—"
"Get off," Bonnibel ordered, neither word breathy or gentle. She felt the vampire pause, and she knew Marceline's jaw was tightening.
Her grey hands disappeared, and just like that she rolled over with her back to the rosy girl. Bubblegum sat up with a tug of guilt, the sheets slipping down to her hips.
It was the fourth time this week alone that their intimacy had been pulverized by turn-offs. And up until now, Marceline had actually been pretty good about it.
"I'm sorry," Bubblegum sighed, leaning over to kiss her shoulder and lacing that sinewy stomach with a one armed hug. "I promise I'll be right back."
"I know," Marceline muttered, hand squeezing her arm briefly. "Sorry for keeping you."
Somewhat satisfied, Bonnibel clambered out of her bed. Her room much colder without anything on her bare skin and she quickly dressed as appropriately as she could.
"Hey!" she called softly, and Marceline peered over her shoulder.
"I'll make it up to you when I get back," she winked, tying her rosy hair back into a loose ponytail.
The vampire smiled, rolling over on her belly and closing her eyes. "Not if I fall asleep first."
"You'd only be missing out," Bubblegum purred, taking care to roll her hips as she walked out. The vampire groaned in frustration before she had closed the door, and the princess smirked.
She slid down the banister, dropping at the second flight of stairs to move in proper prose.
Ever since the two had gotten back together, it had been harder than originally to keep it under wraps.
The marks Marceline left were easy to hide now that they had established 'zones.' She had always brought red sweets up into her room, so that was nothing new or strange. And no one ever thought to guard her window, her room being atop a tower and all.
The occasional noise slip (her headboard hitting the wall, Marceline tackling her onto the floor from where she had been crouching on the ceiling, Bubblegum getting too carried away and yelling things in German) was easily excused by a 'return' of Bonnibel's 'night terrors.'
But sometimes it was hard to contain how happy she was.
It wasn't that the Princess wasn't always in a more chipper mood than most. It was that she was now almost manically gleeful about everything.
She would sweep about even the most grueling of royal tasks with a childlike flare of carefree. Sometimes she even giggled.
Who knew a dead girl could make her feel so alive?
Even now, descending down just to see Lemongrab, she didn't have a reason to frown. And this is Lemongrab she's looking at.
Or was it the second?
Oh, who cares?
"Hello, Earl of Lemongrab," she beamed, but slowed, her grin fading. Peppermint was crying? Cinnabun was trying to pull open the door (it was more of a 'push' hinge), and Starchy looked like someone had just decreed ten years of dungeon on his head.
"What can I help you with?" she asked, and for a moment she wondered if calling Marceline down wasn't something of an option—
"You! You can't be dressed like that! Not now! UNACCEPTABLE!" Earl shrieked, piercing Bonnibel's ears and murdering her buzz.
She could imagine Marceline perking up much like a rabid dog might, and she quickly held up her hands.
"Earl! Please calm down. Let's discuss why I'm…not dressed acceptably. At midnight. When I should be asleep." She paused, brow furrowing. "Why are you here again?"
The lemon flinched, his eyes widening till they looked as if they were about to pop. "I can't do the thing while you're looking like that!"
"What thing, Earl?" Bubblegum strained through her teeth, trying not to make fists with her hands. Thank Gob Lemongrab had never been the one to directly interrupt her and Mar's love makin,' because she was pretty sure he had the potential to permanently cripple a mood.
And being the sexy vampire lady Marceline was, that would be some serious damage.
"The thing!" he shouted, pulling out a ring. She stared at it.
She stared at his polished attire, at Cinnabun trying to yank open her swing out door, Peppermint lying in a pool of his own tears.
"Whoa whoa whoa, you mean proposal?" Bubblegum burst, horrified.
"WE! ARE! BETROTHED!" Earl bellowed. "BETROTHED!"
