Venom
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own AT. (I don't even know if Disclaimers are needed but force of habit)

A/N: Okay! Here you guys go! A simple, (hopefully cute?) Bubbline fanfic for you all looking for a light meal to fulfill a craving! Rated M. What can I say? (I'm kinda a smut slut :s)

Don't worry though! This chapter is clean! :) Thanks for reading!

Venom. Resting throughout her fangs was this poisonous, fatal venom, and I've always questioned its whereabouts. How can something so deadly - so frosty and heart-stopping - reside so close to perfectly shaped lips that glistened when she would lick them as she prepared to speak?

I didn't understand. I still don't understand much about her. So, quite naturally, I needed to ask.

"Hello, Marceline," I casually yawn, seemingly out of character, as I shifted uncomfortably on her couch. Finding an excuse to leave the castle without supervision was troublesome enough.

"Bonibell," She replies, confusion lacing her voice, though I can tell she's placing a cocky front on, per usual. A stirring smirk develops on her mouth, and I have to hold back an eye-roll that would display my annoyance. "I didn't know you were going to come by. That's totally unexpected of you. What brings you to my pad?" The Vampire Queen, a few feet across the room, retreats to the kitchen to acquire two ripe, blood red apples. She tosses one to me in a very un-lady like manner, and it only disrupts my focus more.

Placing the apple next to me on the stiff couch, I give her a pointed look as I straighten out the small wrinkles accumulating on my dress, and clear my throat.

"I promise I won't consume too much of your precious time, considering it's not like you're immortal or anything..." I say this cautiously and awkwardly, as if I'm not willing to reveal my true motives. Well, quite frankly, I'm not. This seems like a horribly calculated idea.

The ageless vampire levitates towards the other end of the couch across from me, and floats effortlessly above it, beckoning me to continue. She has her lengthy hair done up for once, with a few rebellious strands cascading down the side of her pale, lifeless face. I've grown to memorize many of the details on her visage, though every time I see her it seems like more experience and knowledge has been added to her youthful face, giving me more that I yearn to commit to memory. How deceitful…

I guess she picks up on a lull (either that or me trying to conceal my eyes running over her face) and she raises an eyebrow. This gesture fuels embarrassment, and I have no clue where it's coming from.

"I've been thinking about you," I squeak out impulsively. Her eyebrow rises further, as does her confusion and my craving to leave immediately.

"I mean you, as in vampires in general," I correct myself hastily, and for a moment, an unreadable emotion flashes on Marceline's face. It is one I've never encountered before on her, but it remains familiar. I don't ponder too long, as I continue to elaborate.

"Tell me about the venom that vampires have. I've been wanting to research, but I figured that a direct source would be far more beneficial," the heat from my cheeks from my prior blunder is finally dissipating, and I turn my torso to get a better read at her body language. The curiosity from the topic begins to erupt as I start spurting out things I've heard about the topic at hand.

"Is it true that if some venom isn't released every full moon it will seep out at unexpected moments? Or does it have a more vital consequence to you, like you won't be able to stay afloat or something? I've heard countless theories, but of course no one has 'lived to tell the tale' of speaking about this to an actual vampire. If you must get rid of the venom, how do you do so? It's not like it goes into the red objects you consume, correct? If not, do you have to release it into live pr-"

"Princess. If you think you can waltz in here just for the 'sake of science'," she motions with quotations on her long, lengthy fingers, "you better think again. That info isn't just out open for the public to get their grimy hands on, okay?" She sighs heavily, frustration filtering over her features. "And I was stupid enough to think you really wanted to talk. Go find my dad if you really need to know."

Thinking back, this is the first time we have been alone together without Finn, Jake, or anyone else along. The truth is I'm not prepared for this. The time with the Door Lord was the only time we've had opportunities to divulge into the state of our relationship, and that didn't even resolve much. That day gives me Goosebumps when I try to visualize Marceline's melodic voice singing a song clearly directed towards me. Her lyrics, such as "I'm just your problem" and "I want to drink the red from your pretty pink face" throw my mind in a jumbled loop, as it's doing now, and wow... it just got really congested in here, and I need to get out.

"I apologize for my inconvenience, and I promise you don't have to expect hearing from me again, unless of course it's along with Jake and Finn, and I hope that -" my rambling has gotten the best of me, as the vision of the Vampire Queen 'drinking the read from my pretty pink face' attacked my senses. The bewilderment I'm experiencing has been unprecedented in my lifetime. I can't think, and breathing has become difficult.

I stand abruptly, take a swift step to Marceline, and place a brusque kiss on her cheek, while finishing my sentence, "-we can still be on pleasant terms."

She looks at me like I'm as daft as I feel, and I take that as a sign to get the lump out of there. Nodding curtly, I shuffle my way out of the door in a civil manner, and I call for Lady Rainicorn to retrieve me from the cave Marceline resides in, and we leave just as the Vampire steps outside to question my motives. How can I answer to her if I can't even answer them for myself?