Sweet Skin & Bloody Bones

Contact has some sort of energy flowing when it comes in waves; the way it passes, coming and goes and coming back again. There was something thunderous between Marceline and Bonnibel but neither one of them would normally admit it regularly. The way Bonnibel's hands slid onto Marceline waist ignited something in her skin like lighting. The grips were soft and permissible as much as the roughness and persistence was allowed. It was warm… growing, hot, simmering. The motions they made were fluid, the kisses almost sincere but definitely fervent, the touches more so. The lack of clothing and the body heat being shared on the king-sized bed.

Marceline pulled away to breathe for a bit, so Bonnibel settled for her neck. She was settling for something more sensual that night, and it was as if she was getting her wish that night. Marceline let herself up and over Bonnibel, though, catching the redhead by surprise. Her hands were warm, but the body to touch was radiating a kind of heat that had questions and Marceline was sure she had the answers.

Taking Marceline's face into her hand, Bonnie kissed her again, and Marceline retaliated by tugging at the other girl's lower lip. Marceline trailed her hands lower onto Bonnibel's body as she placed bites onto her neck. Every flow an inch gave gasps of reactions from the redhead.

It started off with her mouth moving around expertly between Bonnie's legs, her tongue going as natural with the activity as she had mastered singing. Enough of that getting Bonnie on edge, she got on and up to use her fingers. The ministrations started off slow and deliberate, then it got faster and faster as they went on. Bonnibel was panting, moaning, borderline screaming Marceline's name. All of this happening as Marceline whispered and tugged Bonnibel's ear, on occasion biting and kissing her neck.

Ragged gasps, more moans, until Bonnie was done.

"You're so pretty when you do that." Marceline whispered. "Too bad we didn't get you tied up this time, honey."

Bonnibel laughed. "We could've, you know. But someone was impatient, and decided to go on ahead once we got in the room."

"Impatience is something you know me for."

"Mhmm." Bonnie hummed, pulling Marceline in as she collapsed by her side. "You can be patient sometimes."

"Of course, I can be good sometimes."

"More than sometimes," Bonnie drawled, booping at Marceline's nose. She kissed Marceline by the cheek and fell asleep as she snuggled closer.

"Will you be here in the morning?" Marceline asked.

Bonnie replied, eyes closed. "Mm."

Marceline put thought in the next. "Hey Bonnie?"

"Yes?"

"Do you love me?"

Another laugh, Bonnie whispered. "I love you."

Marceline smiled. "So you're not gonna dump me and leave me alone?"

"I don't wanna leave you," Bonnibel said, snorting amusedly. "I won't leave you, I promise."

Content with that, Marceline fell asleep, smiling.

-/-/-/-

"You've got something there in your hands," Marceline said, winking at the redheaded girl with the cocktail drink in her hands.

With a raised brow, the girl responded. "Mm? What would that be? Your heart or something?"

The mistake that the girl made, which inevitably became her downfall, was that she let a hand lay on the table unattended at the comment.

Marceline took the time to take it and give it a kiss at the back and on the palm, holding fast onto it. "Not too hasty, dear. You could've asked for my name first."

Impressed, Bonnibel smiled. "The name is Bonnie. What's yours, sweetheart?"

"Marceline."

"Sounds like something pleasant to hear." Bonnie dared.

"I like hearing it as well."

"I imagine."

And that first night, Bonnie did a little more than just imagining.

The both of them did a lot more than that, really.

-/-/-/-

The morning after, the other side of the bed was still unmade but Bonnibel was nowhere to be found. Marceline only found a little note on the bedside table.

The note read:

Marceline, honey, the sex was great and all but I had to head out to work early. See you tonight.

xxx,

Bonnie

And that sent a weird feeling in Marceline's gut.

She didn't like it whenever Bonnie would get up and leave without telling her that she had to go. No goodbye kisses or greetings were ever left for Marceline; there were only these shitty short notes. It was like a weird sting, and it was probably a little bit too conscious of her to do so, but she really didn't like it.

It wasn't always like that, either. Though the start was a mere hook-up, and though they never really had proper labels put on it, Bonnie would wake up Marceline an hour before she'd leave. They'd even have a quickie from time to time. Not that sex was all that mattered to Marceline, but the small sentiments that stemmed from the small gestures made her feel a little more assured that maybe, just maybe, Bonnibel would want something more stable with her at the end of the day.

It was probably making it toxic in Marceline's mind, and she had a hard time trying to shake it off. There really is no point, and it wasn't like she was going to make her thoughts revolve around Bonnibel entirely. She had a life, and she was going to live it. Also, she wasn't going to demand anything out of Bonnie for that.

To prove that to herself, she got on her own way to get ready for her job down the recording studio nearby before hitting it off into class later that day. If she could just get her wits together, maybe she'd actually feel like paying attention in class that time. And even though the water was a tad too hot when she took a shower, she didn't give a damn. She just wanted to get her life on and maybe that was the best start she could give herself if anything.

The struggle for everything once the litany of her daily routine was done was just to get out the door, and once she'd have done that, she would be able to do absolutely anything that she felt she could set her mind to.

The drive to the music studios was a little long, but that was thanks to the crappy radio station that was playing shit that were not as banging as Marceline hoped. Not that pop music was bad or anything, but Marceline wasn't feeling like going on about some girl's daily grind or a guy's smack on ass or whatever. All she wanted was just… some sort of beat; some sort of pitch and rhythm that she wasn't being drowned it at the moment.

She didn't know, she was just trying to feel around with whatever.

Well this was going to be a really long day.

-/-/-/-

Being on campus and eating lunch with Finn was a bit tedious, but Marceline tried not to care. Finn was just tapping away at his phone. He was so fixated on whatever girl he had found again. When would the boy ever learn to just get on with his life and not flirt with every female being that he saw?

But the photos that Marceline saw on his phone were… not what she wanted to see.

"What's that you're looking at?" Marceline said, raising a brow.

"Oh, some cute girl I saw somewhere. Dunno her name." He shrugged, smiling to himself. "She's just so goddamned hot."

"Her name is Bonnibel," Marceline mumbled. "And yeah, she is cute."

"You know her?" Finn said excitedly. "Can you introduce me to her? I've been so—"

"She's mine, Finn." Marceline hissed.

"What the fuck, Marceline?" Finn said, surprised. "Just cause someone is cute doesn't mean you can call dibs out of nowhere."

He shrugged and got back to tinkering on his phone.

"Bet you I can charm the pants off of her," Finn snickered.

"Stop being an ass." Marceline said tersely, hitting his arm. "I'm fucking serious, you stupid ass prick."

Finn blinked, slowly comprehending it. "Wait, you're legit serious? You're dating this girl?"

"Somewhere along those lines," Marceline concurred. "And I don't want you anywhere near her if you're going to act like some sort of horny boy like you do from time to time."

Finn's eyes looked guilty, but he shrugged. "Fine. What's yours is yours, mate."

"She stays over my place, Finn."

"You never told me of her before. You're making me think she's just some fling who casually sleeps over for sex sometimes."

The term hurt Marceline, to some extent. Why the fuck was she being possessive? She didn't even know if she had any real claim to Bonnibel but there she was drawing the lines for her. That wasn't nice nor was it a really good indicator of anything but she was just trying to work it out in her head.

"But can I have her number?" Finn insisted, jokingly.

Marceline huffed and stormed out.

Finn was just an ass.

-/-/-/-

Typing away at her laptop for her work was getting a little straining, and she just wanted to get the blasted thing over as soon as she could. It was just tiring having to work on so many essays at a time. She barely even got time for the song commissions she had to get around to completing and mixing. Most of the work was there but she hadn't been at the proper mindset to really get to it. She didn't know why, but she was just on some fucking slump the way a fucking college student would tend to be but it didn't really excuse anything now, did it?

Bonnie came waltzing into the room, a bit exhausted.

She crashed down onto the bed, trying to regain some sense of rest as minute as it would've been, and getting back into work mode by settling onto her working desk, taking some materials with her.

"Hello to you too, Bonnie." Marceline said, from her own area.

With a raised brow, Bonnie got to her. "Hello."

Marceline got quiet, but just got to work anyway. "How was your day?"

"It was fine. I got a lot of work done, been busy here and there. I came home from my Masters class and honestly I'm so fucking drained."

"I see."

"Something is bothering you."

"I—" Marceline tried to hold it in, but she got to it anyway. "Hey Bonnie, what are we?"

Bonnie was surprised. "I don't know. What do you want us to be?"

"I want us to have some sort of label, I guess? Like girlfriends or whatever."

"Labels are for kids, Marcy." And the way Bonnie said that sounded like she was mocking Marceline, somehow. "I like you, and you like me. That's all that matters, right?"

"I see."

"Does that not satisfy?"

"I don't want to comment on that."

Bonnie was disgruntled, but didn't add to the discussion any further. There really was no point in pursuing that line of conversation.

-/-/-/-

The bed was barely warm when they tried to get to sleep together that night.

The words from Finn came flooding in Marceline's head, making her wonder if there was something she needed that was lacking in the equation. She shouldn't really want a straight up label, since Bonnie was right. That was an outdated thing and it probably wouldn't matter, right? Labels are labels and not everyone needed them… but Marceline wanted something to just know that Bonnie was hers and only hers.

She turned to Bonnie who was barely asleep, but the girl seemed to come alive and a bit more sober as she suddenly looked at Marceline.

"What?"

"Why can't we be girlfriends?" Marceline asked.

"I don't know," Bonnie murmured. "Don't you think that's a little too fast? That's a shit ass concept to really get into."

"We've been having sex for months. You've been staying over like this place is all yours. It's basically like you live with me at this point."

"So? Your point?"

"You told me you loved me."

Bonnie got silent.

"Was I wrong with what I thought you implied?"

"Not necessarily."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know. I love you but I don't know what to make of this. I don't know where I want to go with you."

That was the only answer that Marceline needed.

Silent prevailed that night.