PB and Marceline one-shot. Difficulty with expressing emotions, a little bit fluffy and drabble. Some mature content.
Disclaimer: I do not own Adventure Time, though I totally wish I did.
Enjoy! Please R&R
* 10/17/2014 Hello everyone! I'm back, sorry I took so long ^^' But I brought with me a slightly edited and (hopefully) better writing style. I've updated chapter 1, it should flow a lot better now. I will edit the other chapters similarly, and publish a new chapter sometime this month! I plan to update at least once a month, I've gotten so lazy with writing... Anyways, hope you like it!
Thank you for your patience TT^TT
Blankets rustled in the pitch darkness of the room, the sound blending seamlessly into the breathy moans coming from beneath them. A pink head bobbed slightly against the headboard, and a matching pair of hands pushed the blankets away and entangled themselves in the dark, oily tresses lying between bubblegum thighs. Said thighs quivered as the tongue delving into their hot center sped up and pushed deeper, eagerly. The pink monarch arched suddenly, her vocals raising an octave as she struggled to utter something comprehensible. Warm softness beckoned against her, called for her to give in, to let go and she did without a second thought, losing all control over herself and smashing her head back into the pillows while letting out a strong moan. The one responsible for it grinned knowingly, waiting, waiting for-
"M-MARCELINE!"
Hips ground insistently into her lapping tongue, and as the monarch panted the vampire continued the ministrations, beyond content with her reward. She ran her hands along her companions legs, easing the rising gooseflesh that somehow resembled the pride ticking at her chest at the accomplishment of her mission.
As she recovered from the blinding orgasm, Bubblegum became aware of a slight vibration at her lower lips, and an uneven pressure as her lover's lips pressed against her. A smirk, she guessed, coupled with triumphant chuckles...scowling, the princess squeezed her thighs hard against the black head, spurring the quiet snickers into spirited cackles of amusement.
"So distasteful. Marceline, you're the worst…"
Smiling red eyes looked up at her from between the pink peaks on her chest, and the princess tugged on the hair, turning away as a deep blush spread over her cheeks. The vampire crawled up the princess's body, kissing her thighs and stomach lazily before resting her chin on elbows folded over a soft, pink stomach.
"If I'm the worst, how do I always get you to scream my name, Bonnibel?..." The smug vampire tweaked a nipple, and the princess yelped in response. Glowering at her companion's crass remark, Princess Bubblegum took the vampire by the ear and dragged her up to face her. They met roughly, pink lips pierced by the small white snowcaps resting on a soft, ashen mouth. The princess moaned, forcing her tongue into Marceline's and arching to press their breasts together, rocking slightly to create a sensation she could not describe with words. Her brain, searching for a comparison, thought only of tectonic plates crushing against each other, forcing themselves into the other until the seam between them all but disappeared. Her thoughts fuzzed to blackness when Marceline closed her eyes and kissed back eagerly, sighing contentedly when she felt gentle hands cradle her hips. Focus returned rather quickly in the form of a mischievous idea, and Bonnibel nibbled the woman's lip, hand roaming down over the small of her back.
Marceline broke the kiss suddenly and let out a deep hiss upon unexpected, but not unwelcome, penetration. She looked down at the princess with hazy eyes, surprised to find lust etched on the delicate pink features. Twin blooms took refuge in the softness of her cheeks, and Marceline thought to herself that she'd always prefer rose to even the brightest of reds.
"If I remember correctly, Marceline, I made you scream my name four times tonight…your success is hardly noteworthy." The princess said breathily, her fingers moving slowly within the vampire. Bubblegum smiled upon seeing the slight blue shade staining her cheeks, and she arched up and kissed her gently upon the corner of her mouth. She felt the lips open in a gasp and took advantage to take the upper lip into her mouth, sliding her tongue expertly over cringe-worthy fangs with a comfortable expertise gained only through experience. She grazed her lips down the curve of a cyan neck, softly cradling pin-pricks with the warmth of her tongue, knowingly running its tip about and between them, unsurprised at her companion growing suddenly taught.
"B-Bonni...ah..mh..."
"Hm?..."
"Don't...ah...s-st..."
"Mm..."
Moments passed like this, hands tightening at her sides, the bed rocking with steady thrusts deadened by a final gasp, and her fingers were suddenly slippery but she didn't care, not in the least bit. She kissed the marks, blew over them and Marceline shivered, reaching between her own thighs to extract the probing fingers, falling over sideways on the bed in order to comfortably look at her friend. They smiled at each other, pressing foreheads together.
"...Fine. You win, Bonni, geez..." Princess Bubblegum chuckled at the admission, closing her eyes as grey fingers tenderly brushed loose strands of hair from her face.
"You're a worthy contender, I must admit." Bubblegum surrendered finally, grinning. The corners of her mouth pulled down and her fingers shielded a great yawn. Upon its conclusion Marceline sequestered the shield and peppered it with kisses, suckling at the flesh between thumb and forefinger.
"You've been falling asleep since the beginning, maybe this wasn't such a good idea. It's dark-thirty and you're still awake. Sleep."
Bubblegum nodded. "M'just tired. Long day..." She replied, tweaking the chin of her hand's kidnapper, who rolled her eyes.
"The problem is you're always tired, Bon. Twenty-four seven, three-sixty-sommat." She shook her head. "You've gotta know how to organize your activities."
"It's not my fault you gave me extracurriculars." Bubblegum laughed, the sound unexpectedly hoarse and prompting a snort from Marceline. "Conferences to attend, meetings to host, shipments to oversee, things to christen..."
"Babies to kiss, parchments to sign, I know I know. I'm just saying, you don't have to shoulder it all."
"I do. I'm the monarch, Marceline. I'm here to serve my people." Bubblegum interjected, but Marceline acted as if though she hadn't done so at all.
"You could do well with a secretary. Someone not like Peppermint, though. Maybe more like a...a business partner! Someone who does all the boring crud. Signs the papers, attends the meetings, cuts the ribbons at grand openings..."
"Only I can do those things, Marceline. I'm the only one with the proper political standing." She explained patiently, stifling a yawn with her small, delicate knuckles.
Marceline matched her tone of voice, if not for just a hint of added slyness. "Say this secretary has a crown. Three prongs, red stone. Not quite as delicate as yours, maybe a bit...heftier, but small, mind you. Wear it right about, mm, here." Marceline pointed at the side of her own head, waggling her eyebrows. "Crown yourself a secretary, baby, and you'll never be this tired again."
"Oh, planning to usurp me, you fiend? Who's to say I wouldn't be drained dry the day after my loyal secretary gets her crown? Perhaps she just wants my kingdom for herself." Bubblegum mused, smiling. "I ought to have you arrested."
"Nothin' doing. But I could, with a crown, sign those bloody papers that take you hours to complete. I could go down to the marketplace before the shipments go out at dawn, keep everything in order. And hey, gotta make sure our strawberries remain the best in Oo, you know? Come home, see you off at sunrise, go to a few indoor conferences and run the castle while you do that out-in-the-sun bizz. Take a nappity-nap 'til sunset, train the banana guards 'cuz face it, Bon, they've gone soft. Look over the notes you take at the conferences, let you deal with the political shizz 'cuz I know you like that stuff. You wouldn't be pressed for time anymore. Everything would be done early, and on especially taxing days, I could help you relax-" She nibbled at Bubblegum's ear and was shoved away, though not hard, met by a smile.
"Go, ye giddy goose." Bubblegum quoted, teasing. Marceline grinned and resumed her ascent, but Bubblegum held fast, pushing at her again with a giggle. "Wouldst thou have thy head broken? Be still!" She kissed Marceline's cheek and the vampire complied, finally.
"I got you to smile." She laughed triumphantly. Bubblegum rolled her eyes, but conceded.
"Yes, you did. You always know how to do that, Marcy."
"I would happily do more for you, Bonnibel…" Marceline gazed at the princess, fingers softly tracing her blushing face. "Just one little crown. That's all it would take to have more time to ourselves. To rid you of that damned knot in your neck and that ghastly lavender under your beautiful eyes." She ran her thumb about Bubblegum's eyelid's, and Bubblegum kissed her palm, taking the wrist between her own hands and letting the bundle fall into her lap.
"I know. But…it's not possible, Marcy. You know that..."
"I don't see why not." Marceline insisted. Sure, she'd heard the reasons before, but they'd done nothing to quell the hope in her ribcage. She hoped this time would be different. She hoped that, maybe, the hope would bloom into reality.
Looking away, the princess pulled the sheets up over her frame, sighing when Marceline's hand stopped the blankets just under her breasts. Bubblegum felt soft kneading on her left breast and she let out a breathy moan, sliding down into the mattress. The hand's master cautiously monitored the princess's reaction, moving upwards, thumbing the peak as it ascended. Marceline rubbed the heel o her palms into the princess's clavicle and Bubblegum arched into her touch, arms reaching to stretch out about her as lithe, calloused fingers rubbed about the fleshy start of her armpit.
"So relaxing, Marcy, mmh..." Marceline kissed her tricep, then the hollow of her elbow, sighing a breath she didn't need into the warmth there. Bubblegum looked down at her.
"I fail to see it, Bonni." She whispered, and Bubblegum turned her gaze upward. Marceline stiffened, fingers still kneading at the softness when pink fingers intertwined with her own, pulling the hand down onto the mattress. Bubblegum swallowed.
"I cannot, Marceline. I cannot be yours...we've talked about this."
"I..." Marceline sighed, pulling her fingers away from the grasp, flexing them in the light of the moon. The swell of Bubblegum's cheek had a sharpness to it she didn't often see. But she needed to settle this- needed to settle the thrumming of her heart. She decided to continue against the screaming in her gut telling her not to.
"I don't understand. I thought I was already yours." Marceline said, painfully close to tears.
"In a manner of speaking, I am. But first and foremost, I belong to my citizens." Bubblegum said. Her words were calculated, almost cold, and Marceline recoiled, something bubbling in her stomach and threatening to spill up and stain the evening with unpleasantness.
"I don't believe you. I don't think that's the reason." Marceline whispered, clenching and unclenching her fingers, studying how they moved to look at something, anything other than Bonnibel who was now messing with the sheets, covering herself. Somewhere that set off a spark, and she didn't know why. In a pathetic retaliation, Marceline tugged the blankets to her chin.
"What?..." Princess Bubblegum leaned on one elbow to hover over the vampire, holding the sheets securely to her form. Marceline was not so graceful. Upon turning on her back to look the princess in the eye, the blankets peeled from her form and her breasts bobbed free from their restraints again. She didn't care.
"I don't understand you…" She admitted. It was a breathy whisper- something Bubblegum would not even consider an acceptable explanation for the older girl's tantrum. She leaned further over the grey woman, her eyes narrowing vehemently as her fingers pinched Marceline's chin and forced eye contact.
"Come again? Not so childishly this time, yes?" Marceline jutted out her jaw rebelliously, eyes shining and fangs lengthening ever so slightly.
"I. Do. Not. Understand you, Bonnibel," Marceline hissed, pulling her face out of the princess's strong grasp. The unpleasantness had spilt. There was no eating it back up now.
"What do you mean?" Bubblegum cocked her head to the side, scowling. Even then Marceline noted the graceful curve of her eyelashes, the gentle shadow of her brow and how it cradled the iridescent blue aquamarines Marceline regarded more precious than any stone, any diamond. Her lips, plush pillows pulled taught over teeth in a scowl because- oh yeah- this was an argument and Marceline was supposed to be making things better. Still, the sight of her princess's anger made her bit back some of the venom threatening to drip from her voice, and instead of shout Marceline growled somewhere deep in her chest, quietly; wounded. Her eyebrows knotted together and she sighed softly.
"I don't understand you, Bonni. You're...you're always like this. I mean, we do this, yeah? Make love. We give ourselves completely, become one in body, mind, and I assume you want me as much as I want you when we do it because glob if you don't you're a really, really good actress. And I've known you for centuries, Bonni, centuries and through lifetimes together, I've come to know you like no one else. There is no part of your beautiful body I have not explored, no tone of voice I've never heard, no haircut I haven't seen, and I've memorized your scent I can tell you every little change to it, I swear. Your eyes, I know them and I don't and it's incredible. And I'm just an explorer but I love going deeper and deeper to see more of your deepest cavern and- oh glob, don't look at me like that, I meant your heart you pervert- and I want to do so forever and ever, Bon, don't you see?..." She paused then, shrugging. "I...I just don't know why I can't do that at your side. Why we can't tell. And whenever I try to suggest it, you go all-" She motioned to the blankets covering the princess's body, and Bubblegum hugged the blankets around herself tighter, bringing her knees to her chest, "-all cocooning butterfly on me like you're hiding from all this and if that tells me something it's that you're just plain scared. And..." She grew quiet, so quiet, and Bubblegum strained to hear "...but don't you think I'm scared, too?"
Silence enveloped them, and when Bubblegum finally replied it was so quietly and so gently that she could be mistaken for the sound of the curtain flapping in the window. Marceline watched her lips as she spoke, making out the words with their movements.
"I just…I trust you, Marcy. You know I do. And I love doing this with you, but…" the princess wring her hands together, pulled at her fingertips, a hangnail, and Marceline blanketed her hands over the small fists to stop the fidgeting. "…It's difficult to process sometimes. I never imagined I would be doing this...feeling this with another woman…with you." She looked into Marceline's gaze, found rubies swimming in a sea od diamonds ready to spill forth and she tried to wipe them away but the ocean was too vast, threatening to drown her fingers as she blotted at her lover's cheeks. "Marcy, no, oh no..." She tried to hug her but Marceline stiffened, pulling away. Marceline let out a sharp huff, smiling, so Bubblegum supposed it was a laugh, pulling the blanket again over herself while glaring at the princess
"With me…with a monster…" Bubblegum saw the streak of hurt in the vampire's eyes and scooted to her quickly.
"No, no…Marceline, that's not what I meant at all…" She tried again to embrace her and was again rebuked.
"Then, what? Enlighten me, Bonnibel." Marceline saw a warning flag in her brain, telling her heart to slow, to stop before she did something she'd regret, something bad but the rest of her said 'shutup' to the feeling and the flag was lowered and Marceline knew she was doomed. With an exaggerated flick of her hand, Marceline added "I implore you, tell me, your majesty." She saw the nerve twitch in Bubblegum's jaw and knew it was over, knew she'd lost. Despite the pain, something in her cared a little less than before. It was the gall drowning her, she supposed. A smell reached her, and true to her words before, she noted Bubblegum's scent had changed. She was bleeding, somewhere.
Bubblegum continued to bite back her anger, tasting the blood from her cheek. Thoughts ran a mile per minute, too fast to comprehend and yet too slow to wait for, so all she could do was sigh, letting her shoulders droop. A moment...two. Ten. Hundreds. Millennia in sorrow and regret and so many other things passed between them, but predominantly it was tiredness, and a heaviness of limb noted in the fading gleam of their locked eyes. Bubblegum cleared her throat, fiddling with a black tendril of hair too close not to touch. Marceline let her, not angry not vengeful. At that moment, the two simply existed.
"Marceline…I love you. More than anyone, I love you."
It was different, this admission. It wasn't like the times it came with writhing and sweat or with frenzied kisses and scraping teeth. It was not even like gentle moments spent by the warmth of the fire, or those moments once upon a long long time ago that Bubblegum was so small she folded easily into Marceline's lap and could only hold three grey fingers in her tiny hand. It felt that way, though. Like lips pressed to a temple after a bedtime story, palm folded over fingers, Marceline humming and the tiny warmth pressed against her jugular swearing innocent adoration to her. The tiny voice begging loyalty, a sweet, another story, all in return for devotion. Marceline didn't doubt the devotion then, and she didn't now.
She knew they were all the princess could offer, those words, and Marceline wanted to take them and run with them and hold them in her chest forever but she couldn't. She was greedy, maybe, and that sucked dirt balls, but oh well. She licked her lips before replying, "So why can't you just do it, Bonnibel? Stop thinking, stop making me, making us wait. Just act upon your words, and love me, be with me. I just want to be with you. I just..." Marceline's pleading voice sounded small, weak, and on the verge of tears. "I just want to help you. You confessed love to me, Bubblegum. I thought that meant something, you know? I thought there would be no more insecurity…"
Bonnibel hated looking into those broken, watery eyes. But her gaze was fixed; she couldn't turn away.
"Why would you confess love to me and force me to give in to these feelings if everything was to remain exactly the same and yet not, Bon? Didn't you want me, too?" Her voice broke, and Bonnibel swallowed, closing her eyes tightly, hating the words to come.
"I'm sorry, Marceline. I'm so sorry…" It was a small sob, Marceline realized, and all at once she reached out and pulled her head into her shoulder and kissed her temple, wrung her arm about the Princess's narrow shoulders and buried her nose into the most familiar scent she knew.
Bubblegum nuzzled into her neck, running her fingers through a gnarl in the shadowy mass curtaining over them absentmindedly, organizing her thoughts similarly to the way she organized the strands twisting gracefully from their embraces on each other. Finally, she offered an explanation.
"I swore my life to my subjects, Marceline. For over a century I have served them faithfully, and for that time I have lived contently with you by my side away from the eyes of the others. For several centuries before that, we've been together. But I cannot stay at the threshold of maturity forever, Marceline. I have to increase my candy biomass sooner or later, and after I do that, I must produce an heir. The monarchs have all done that, established their lines. You and I simply cannot be…we would fail Oo. As a monarch, my people come first." Marceline's nose jabbed into her cheek as Marceline pulled back to look at her.
"Blomgarck, Bonnibel! They don't have to know about us, and you don't have to change. You are a flippin' genius, you can easily make an heir! Glob, you made Lemongrab, Goliad. An heir isn't the issue, and is not why you deny me…"
Bubblegum bristled. "And what of our friends, Marceline? Wouldn't they be disappointed to learn of this little secret of ours? Do you want to put them through this, lose their trust?" Bonnibel held her head in her hands, kneading her hair.
Friends? What did Marceline know about friends? They mattered not to her, and if Bubblegum mattered anything to them, what should her life before them have to do with her life with them now? All in the way, all obstacles, and sure, Marceline liked them, but they meant nothing beside Bonnibel. She'd rather be friendless for an eternity if it meant keeping Bonnibel by her side.
"I want you, Bonnibel…I…I love you…glob, you know how I love you…" Bubblegum stroked her face.
"Marceline, I'm sorry…it's not the right way…" Bubblegum offered.
Marceline stayed silent. Then gently, weakly, she whispered: "You plan to seek a king, don't you?..." Bubblegum said nothing, and Marceline chuckled once, bitterly.
"Marceline, I…"
"Just gonna go out and find yourself another Mr. Creampuff, then? Who kissed you behind his oblivious back, Bonni, hm?" Marceline growled. "You harped and harped me about what to do, to teach you to date and even when I gave in and told you the nitty-gritty you did none of it with him. Sure, you called him your boyfriend. But there was nothing there, Bonni, I could see it, I knew it. And when he died you were liberated somehow. 'Princess don't date,' I knew that was because you were taken. Why not let everyone know why instead of just the fact, huh?" Marceline huffed. Bubblegum looked away.
"What do you want, Marceline? What do you want me to say to end this already? You know where I stand. There's no need to bring up the past." Bubblegum hugged herself, but not for the missing of the mentioned pastry. Her cheeks grew warm at the mention of the kiss. She closed her eyes, imagining, remembering...
'But why? Why did humans engage in this exchange of saliva, it's so unsanitary and mmf-...oh...ohhh, Marcy...'
Biting her lip, she sighed. "I won't change my mind. What do you want me to say?"
Marceline studied her, watched her. She believed her, and saddening as it was, she knew she was right. Leaning in, she brushed her lips to Bonnibel's and the princess wrung her arms about Marceline's neck, pulling her onto her and sliding a leg over her hips. Marceline kissed her fiercely, letting their angst, their tenseness intermingle with the fighting of their tongues, the clicking of their teeth. Grinding against Bonnibel she pulled away and kissed her neck, her jaw, her ear, her collar, her breast, moving down lower dangerously quickly.
"Don't say anything. Just…let me…" With that, the vampire nibbled on the peak of a breast, sliding her fingers gently into the soft folds beneath the blanket shield.
'I love you. I will always love you, my princess. You say you're in love with me, but...' Marceline's heart gave a violent thrum, and she remedied it by clutching tightly to the princess, earning herself a moan from Bubblegum at the sudden contact. She smiled despite herself, her eyes squeezing shut tightly. 'If it is a husband you desire, I have no right to take this from you. I have no right to be selfish. I have no rights to your body, or your heart. You are a gift, Bonnibel. And just as you have given yourself to me so graciously, you can give yourself to anyone you want, right? All I want is for you to be safe, and happy. And I will be happy, I guess. When you find the one you wish to spend your life with, I'll have to learn to be content. That is what it means to be in love, right? Then again, I guess if a genius like you can't even tell me exactly what it means to be in love, I'll be damned if I know…'
Bubblegum looked into Marceline's eyes and smiled slightly, tragically, brushing the hair from her forehead.
"Don't think about it, Marce. Just know, I'm not going anywhere…we'll always be together in one way or another…" Marceline pressed her forehead to the princess's, grinning widely.
"I want another taste of bubblegum…" She said, moving between the princess's thighs, hugging her hips, folding over her carefully. "And you're right…you're not going anywhere…" Her fingers kneaded Bubblegum's hip, and she encased her in the warmth of her mouth, bobbing slowly in tandem with her captive, her treasure.
'I will not let anyone hurt you…' She licked at her gently, savoring the moans she received from acting out her thoughts. 'I will always love you, Bonnibel. I will adjust…I've lived a thousand years, and I have always adjusted. I will do it again…I'll have to, to make you happy.'
The body tensed, writhed against her, and she pulled up, kissing along soft hair, stopping to nibble lightly at a belly button. A tear she didn't know had squeezed past her defenses plipped on the princess's abdomen, and Bubblegum looked down at her.
"Marceline...sorry but, drooling over this is…not pleasant…" Bubblegum breathed, well past exhaustion.
Marceline laughed lightly, bitterly.
'Distastefully revolting. That's just who I am, I suppose…' She wiped away the tear.
"I'm sorry, Princess."
'I'm sorry, Princess, for this distastefully revolting heart.'
