She held her close, cherishing the way that Marceline fit against her, almost like a glove.
Bonnibel smiled as she leaned forward to kiss her, and all that she began to want was for this moment to never end and for Marceline to always be here.
She clutched her closer and let the others pale hands mold against her hair in a way that was nearly addicting in itself.
The pink haired girl held tightly to the other woman that left her skin a buzz with flames and electricity and that made her feel so dainty yet so strong.
She tilted her head, let Marceline's tongue wander, though truthfully all she wanted was this connection to the darker haired girl.
Bonnibel only wanted to latch on tight and never let go and to feel as if they had finally became one within this moment.
She knew that their relationship could be frowned upon, but how can she ignore this loving sensation that trailed her skin just at the other's presence and touch?
The princess held her ever closer as if she could physically force them into one being as she felt the whisper soft feel of lips against hers and breaths molding to one.
This was all she wanted, and she refused to let go.