Bubbline makes me write this stuff. But reviews and requests make me post them. Because, you know, I sort of love you guys for loving them with me. But real love is requited.
Every now and then, Marceline got her into a certain mood.
A mood Bubblegum was far too proud to admit she liked.
Today, it was the way those skilled guitarist fingers crawled around her sides, the arms behind them pulling her back.
How a fang dragged along her ear before soft lips grazed her neck.
How her back felt the supple breasts push between her shoulder blades, hips cradling her rear.
She had almost dropped her beaker, it had happened so fast.
And in this mood, Bonnibel didn't care that she had been working, or how Marceline had gotten into her lab (again), or that half of her panties had disappeared, and that she had been waiting for the vampire to show up again just so she could confront her.
She didn't care about the notes, the pencils and books being shoved off the table behind her, her legs wrapped tight around Marceline's hips as they kissed fiercely, hands all over another.
She dared to groan in those pointed ears, dared to cry "Yes," when Marceline asked if she liked it. Dared to move her hips against the fingers rocking into her.
Even now, her proper air and demure shyness were gone. The girls flipped, barely keeping themselves on the table.
The top of her dress slid dangerously low on the middle of her arms, the front unbuttoned completely. She rode the hand between them, her fingers clenching the vampire's plaid shirt.
She loved the way Marceline slide her free hand up her pink stomach, loved looking down to see the vampire watching her with dark, half lidded eyes. Breathing heavy, as if watching was enough to get off on.
She didn't care about anything else other than the vampire queen, her vampire queen, and how she felt so amazing inside her, how she lifted up her head, how she was looking behind them…?
Bubblegum's heart stopped, her body freezing. She whipped her head over her shoulder, Peppermint's face blank at the open door—
"Close the door!" she screamed, lunging down and burying her face into Marceline's neck. The girl beneath her shook in wild laughter, the door slamming shut somewhere under her glee.
"It's not funny!" the Princess hissed. Then, whining, "Oh Glob, what did he see?"
"Talk about a buzz kill," Marceline chuckled, removing her hands and placing them on the princess's hips. "It's not often I get you so worked up."
"How did you both get in here?" she asked, refusing to move.
"You left the door open."
"And you didn't close it?!" Bubblegum asked incredulously, pushing back up. The vampire's hands lay back flat besides her head, face innocent.
"Whoa there, Bonnie, I just wanted to scare you. You turned around and kissed me."
The princess pressed her red face into her hands. "I don't even remember that."
"Well," Marceline chuckled, low and deep, her stomach muscles fluttering below Bubblegum's spread legs, "Maybe I should scare you more often."
A single angry eye peered down between pink fingers, and Marceline's hands left her thighs, rising back up beside her head.
"Maybe some other time."