Perhaps it wasn't really what they were supposed to do.
She found herself watching the way that pink hair curled and shaped itself around a perfect, just curvy enough figure and the way that her laugh trickled around her and made her infinitely more beautiful.
It was tempting to see how she still looked perfectly flushed and excited and happy even as she stopped laughing and how she tried to hide her flushed beauty.
Marceline couldn't help but encourage her to let it show for just a while longer as they locked eyes even among the dark of a room, held outside of what duties were to be had.
In this moment, it felt as if anything was possible for them; it felt like she could just lean in and kiss that adorable smile that twinged up from the laughter of a moment ago.
She longed to close the distance as she listened to make sure that no wandering servant of the pink haired girl's moved around as she leaned just a little bit closer and savored the way Bonnie's eyes slightly dipped closed before catching themselves and yet doing so again.
There was a thrill to feeling those soft, sweet lips against her own in the dark of a very cute bedroom behind walls that told of royalty.
Marceline loved the way that tongue, so cute and so temptingly sweet, tucked its way against her and slowly explored the dark of a mouth so unseen.
Her heart stuttered before finding its pace against Bonnie's heartbeat, evening to enter that same quick and unbelievably sweet pace.
She felt the gentle threading of two tongues lost in the folds of a gentle passion before they slowly pulled apart, pink blending beautifully with black.
May be that had done it as she leaned in feeling that beautiful skin against her face and watching their hair bend and twist as if one.
She thrilled over the beautiful way those colors seemed ideal partners as she turned her head up to stare at the beautiful eyes of the woman across from her on the bed in a room that was well kept with books stacked delicately on shelves in perfect patterns.
There was a dainty beauty to be had as she slowly intertwined their fingers and watched as Bonnibel molded slightly against her, following her movements as if she just wanted to be closer, closer to the one that she'd fallen for.
Marceline watched their fingers, one hand, gentle and smooth, the other rougher and almost unnaturally pale.
She smiled, and it was as if the sun had opened up during the cool night and lit up this secret room.
Marceline though didn't see that of her own smile though she caught the beautiful, dazed look on her girlfriend's face as the girl scooted impossibly closer, knees knocking gently as she burrowed into the darker haired female.
Perhaps there was something awe catching and beautiful about this as Marceline looped her fingers tighter around Bonnibel and her hand that smoothly stayed with hers as if meant to always rest there.
She watched the moment as if stunned by the delicate aspect of it as Bonnibel finally led the next kiss, so gentle and sweet and loving.
It told of a gentle passion, of a heart yearning for another, and of the gentle sway of two heartbeats having finally found each other.
Marceline held her close as if admiring a masterpiece that it thrilled her to touch in an almost rebellious manner and yet in a way that shown that it was her masterpiece to touch.
She clung to the pink haired girl who listened to the heartbeat that mirrored her own and watched the gentle mixture of skin, one paler, beautiful in contrast, the other almost human in its beautiful tone.
They clung together in the most beautiful of ways with hearts joined in a single beat.