Of all of the things Finn and Jake had expected to see when summoned to Princess Bubblegum's laboratory a dark black bat sleeping in her lap, given the royal treatment of affection was not one of them. Finn knew the two had become intensely close since the dual vampire and elemental incidents, but it was rare enough to see the princess engage in sentiment, let alone with a person who regularly harassed and disturbed her for stuff and giggles. Despite their arrival she hadn't stopped her ministrations, which made the entire situation all the weirder, and the boy was at a loss. Jake, on the other hand, immediately had suspicions, especially when the bat opened one eye, closed it, and immediately cuddled closer, with a mischievous smirk no less, to the pink woman in what he recognized as a clear declaration of "mine". He should know; he had a history of doing the exact same thing of Lady Rainicorn when they were first dating, particularly when she and Finn first started to become close.

'Awkward' did not begin to describe the situation.

"So…," Finn began, but the sentence didn't seem to lead anywhere productive. He coughed, and involuntary reaction betraying how uncomfortable he was. "So, uh… what did you want to see us for PB?" The princess stopped petting the bat. She had thought of so many socially acceptable ways to explain the situation to her champions, but now that the moment had arrived she found herself hesitating, cursing her own reluctance. It demonstrated a lack of control, and as experience had shown if she let this situation sit too long-

The bat rolled off her lap, allowing Marceline to assume her normal form as she laid on her back, floating in the air. Marceline had yet to change out of her travel clothes, and while Finn blushed at her torn pants Jake squirmed at the copious blood on her shirt and boots. The smirk never wavered. "Bonnie has something to tell you."

...Marceline would ruin everything. She glared at the vampire. "You're not helping, Marceline."

A black eyebrow raised. "Did you really expect me to?"

No, I suppose not. The younger woman took a deep breath, held it, then exhaled to calm her nerves. This situation would have to be handled delicately; she had no idea if Finn still possessed the same infatuation for her he had when he was younger. He was approaching manhood now, but heartgut feelings didn't dissipate easily. Her hopes rode on his natural heroic tendencies would outweigh any hesitation on his part. After counting slowly to ten she began, assuring that her posture never shifted from ramrod straight. She had an image to maintain after all.

"Finn, Jake, once again I must call on your gallant services." A brief pause. "We need to enter the Nightosphere."

"Tell 'em why, Bonnie."

It was almost sing-song, taunting her. It was Marceline's way of coping, this she knew in her heart, but it didn't make it any less unbearable. She shot her a pointed look, and to her surprise the half-demon held up her hands in what she suspected was a mock surrender. Her irritability was palpable, and while she was typically quite good at keeping her mental states under control she was exhausted. The night had been long and emotionally charged, and it wasn't until that moment she realized that it had been eating at her sanity, or at least her better judgment. "Why don't you tell them, Marceline?," she snapped.

She recognized her mistake immediately, but it was too late. Her vampire's eyes widened in glee, her own in horror. It was a subtle change, one only someone who knew her as well as her lover would register, but it was enough. The smirk had become a grin, the same grin that often preceded her making the princess's life difficult, her tone becoming a strange combination of mocking and relieved, and the young monarch hoped that the boy realized that such a voice was aimed at her, not him. "Finn, Jake, there's no easy way to tell you this, but there is a fun way."

A pink faced buried in pink hands. "Marcy, please don't do what I think you're going to do."

"Oh, I'm going to do exactly what you think I'm going to do."

"Marceline-" her admonishment was cut short when a grey hand lifted her chin, another pair of lips meeting her own with noticeable force. It was less romantic and more a message. She let it happen, knowing that the incorrigible vampire would not be stopped until she made her point. When she did pull away the princess crossed her arms, scowling. "Marceline, was that really necessary?" It was less a question and more of a statement.

Her lover didn't answer, literally rolling in the air laughing. "Your face!"

'Floored' did not begin to describe Finn's expression. His eyes were wide in disbelief, his remaining arm twitching uncomfortably. Somehow, a rational thought escaped his shock. Oh, that actually explains a lot. He turned to Jake, desperate for someone else to share his disbelief, but to his displeasure the dog merely shrugged. "Eh, called it."

Finn blinked, snapping out of his stunned paralysis. "What? When did you call this?!"

Jake blinked at him. "No, I mean in my head." The human clenched his fist, glaring at his brother. Jake looked confused. "What? It's pretty obvious if you think about it." He held up a finger. "They've known each other forever." Two fingers. "Remember the Door Lord? PB's most precious item was her shirt." Three fingers. "And when she almost candied everyone? Marceline was the one who stayed closest and protected her." Four fingers. "The entire vampire incident." Five fingers. "The princess hasn't ever dated, and I don't think Marceline has since Ash, and we saw how jacked up that stuff was." He held up a sixth finger as the undead monarch helpfully chimed in, "Hambo." Jake blinked. "I don't know what that is, but sure." He held up a seventh finger, but was interrupted when Finn sighed in resignation.

"Okay, okay, I get it." He lifted his head towards the princess, looking thoughtful. "But wait. I've seen you guys fight. Like, a lot. A lot a lot."

Bubblegum's expression shifted, reminding him of his mother's when he was a child and she had to explain some complex adult stuff. "Finn, we've known each other like forever. We're not always going to get along." He nodded. This made sense, and he quickly made a decision, resolute in his reasoning, as abrupt as the situation was.

"Well ladybros, I'm happy for you. But why haven't you told anyone." The subtext was painfully obvious. Why didn't you tell me so that I didn't hurt myself trying to date you?

Once again, it was Marceline to the anti-rescue. "Go on, Bon."

This time the candy woman was having none of it, and she shot her mate a look that chilled her undead bones. "No, Marceline. You tell them." Her voice had become guarded, almost emotionless, so fed up she was. At first the vampire considered arguing, but she saw the repressed emotion in her eyes, an emotion she wasn't sure she recognized. Indignation? Exasperation? Enmity? She didn't want to find out. With a gulp she straightened, touching on the floor. It was a sign only Bonnibel would understand, a signal of her submission. It did nothing to relieve the look she was being subjected to and she began to suspect she may have gone too far.

"It's complicated-"

"No it isn't."

She tightened her lips in a straight line. Her first instinct was to argue that point, but her second instinct registered that she was on thin ice as it was. The two instincts briefly warred with one another, but her desire to remain in her lover's good graces won out, as it almost always did. Or at least had for the past six or seven years. With a jolt she realized that she had started to behave herself about the same time she first met Finn and Jake. Okay, maybe inviting them wasn't the worst idea. Not that I'm telling Bonnie that. Ever. The fact that she couldn't immediately place why this might be was bothersome, but she had bigger problems at the moment. Aware that three pairs of eyes were looking at her expectantly, and that a pink throat had cleared in an obvious sigh that her patience was wearing thin, she groaned in acceptance.

"We couldn't tell you. We couldn't tell anyone." She wrung her hands, a way of relieving tension. "Bonnibel's a princess. Princesses marry other royalty. It's like, the law or something. I don't know. Stupid to me, but what do I know? Bonnie, don't answer that." Without even looking at her girlfriend she could see the smug smirk had returned in her mind's eye. "She can't just date anyone, no matter how awesome they are. She needs someone who's allowed to sit on a throne and do ruler junk. I don't meet that. I mean, I could, but don't, you know? So she's-" The best thing to ever happen to me. "-been waiting for me."

Finn nodded along, but Jake tilted his head. "But you're the Vampire Queen. You ganked the Vampire King and everything. We saw it!"

Surprisingly, the princess took pity on her queen and continued for her. "That's true, but she lacks a kingdom. She's royalty in name only. In order to publicly acknowledge our relationship she would need to-" Get over herself, glob it Marcy! "-take over the Nightosphere. It's her birthright after all. And that's where you two come in."

Both Finn and Jake shared a look, and Bubblegum continued. "We want to travel to the Nightosphere, confront her father, and see about getting the amulet."

Finn understood immediately. "Oh! And you want us to come to be protective and heroic?" He didn't wait for an answer, instead puffing out his chest, slamming his fist against it twice. "We can totally do that, Peebles!"

Jake, on the other hand, looked unconvinced. "Eh… I don't know. That place is bad news. Literally, bro. Can't we just stay up here." He shrugged. "This whole secret dating thing seems to be working out. Remember the last time we were there?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "They put us in a cage with the stuff."

Finn's look was of disbelief. "Jake, we have to help them! They're our ladybros! It's a mission of love! We're Ooos heroes, and this is for the good of the whole wowzers place."

Jake still looked unconvinced. "Yeah, but that placed is messed up. Hunson barely let us leave last time!"

Finn shrugged. "He's not so bad. He even promised not to kill us and suck out our souls." Unseen by the two, Marceline raised her brow in skepticism at that remark. Finn pressed his argument. "Besides, we'll be with Marce." He turned to look at his undead friend. "She's not going to let anything happen to us, right?"

Marceline shrugged. "Probably not?"

Finn either didn't understand or ignored her half-promise, as well as the fact that it was phrased as a question, returning his attention to the dog. "See? We go in, get the amulet, come back, make some celebratory sandwiches, call it a day."

At that Jake suddenly seemed to consider the idea. "Sandwiches, huh…" As he debated with himself Finn and Bonnibel looked at him hopefully, whereas Marceline seemed to consider the window once again. Bubblegum caught her longing expression out of the corner of her eye, but graciously did not call attention to it, confident her lover wouldn't do anything stupid. She knows the rules.

With a nod, Jake slammed his fist into his hand. "Alright! Let's do this and get some sandwiches!" At the same time the two fist-bumped the princess took the queen's hand, offering a reassuring squeeze. For a brief moment Marceline was shocked at the subtle yet public display of affection, but squeezed back.

With all the dignity afforded to a woman of her lineage Princess Bubblegum hopped off of the steel table, straightening. "Alright boys, get some rest. We're going to head off as soon as the sun sets."

Finn saluted with his metal arm. "Your wish is my command, m'lady. Come on Jake!" He didn't need to be told twice, both heroes turning to run out of the lab, at least one of them excited by the prospect of a new adventure, leaving the two royals alone in the lab.

For almost two solid minutes they were silent, just staring at the door the two had run out of without bothering to close. When their discussion about what kind of sandwiches to make faded Marceline eyed the princess. "Why sundown?"

Her smile was soft. "We're both exhausted, Marcy. Don't deny it, I know. Besides…" Another surprise, the princess initiated a hug. "...I want you to myself today." Deep down, Marceline knew this was another tactic of the pink princess. She knew herself well enough to know that she was enticed by physical contact, and her girlfriend was abusing this knowledge, assuring that she would not run. That didn't stop her heartguts though, nor did it stop her from returning the hug. She was too proud to admit that she needed the affection, and though she was fully aware of her mate's manipulative tendencies she hardly saw fit to stop her. After all, she trusted the younger woman completely.

It didn't hurt that she knew exactly what she was implying, what she was hinting that she actually wanted, and how could the half-demon say no to that?

Bonnibel broke the embrace, giving her vampire a very specific kind of look. Let's go Marcy. Don't keep me waiting. When the princess strolled out of the door she followed, waiting for her to seal the door before following her towards her room. To Marceline, it was fortunate that the two saw none of the royal staff on their way to the candy woman's rooms. She wasn't in the mood to socialize, she was in the mood for a long shower, enjoying quality time with Bonnibel, then sleeping the day away. It was for these reasons that she didn't resist being almost literally pulled along while resisting the urge to dive out of the balcony, return to her cave home- ...And hide there forever, because she's stubborn and vindictive and used to getting what she wants and she knows that I'm just going to do whatever she wants because I'm wrapped around her little finger Glob Marcy what are you even doing?! She snapped out of her stream of thought when she realized that Bubblegum was speaking to her, and she had missed everything.

"Sorry Bon, kind of zoned out."

The second surprise of the evening, Bonnibel didn't berate her for effectively ignoring her, one of her greatest pet peeves. If anything, her nod was understanding, and Marceline supposed she must look as exhausted as she felt if she was being granted such mercy. "I was saying that I imagine you'll want a shower before we go to bed. Leave your clothes outside of the bathroom. I still have a trunk of your clothes by the closet, you should be able to find an outfit appropriate for tomorrow." Marceline nodded absently. She didn't want to think about tomorrow. When they finally reached the bedroom Bonnibel entered first, drawing the black out curtains to block out the fatal sun. Free to move, the vampire immediately and wordlessly made for the bathroom, hoping that a long shower would wash away the feeling of dread that had been building throughout the evening. After the forethought to remove her footwear she entered the bathroom. No sooner had she untied her hair was there a knock on the door. "Marcy, I need your clothes." She rolled her eyes but stripped quickly, opening the door and throwing them into the bedroom without ceremony.

In response Bubblegum sighed in annoyance. She knew the vampire was tired and cranky but that was hardly an excuse for such distasteful behavior. After gathering the discarded clothing she set to work separating them, throwing the bloody shirt into the royal laundry basket and discarding the near ruined jeans. When she saw her vampire's panties and bra were white she frowned and tossed those two; Marceline made it a point to only wear red underwear, and she hoped that this wasn't an indication that she had been without food for a prolonged period of time. Feeling a small amount of worry she opened the vampire's trunk, knowing that she kept snacks in there. As she searched for something both red and food she registered the bathroom's lock clicked. That hurt, and her first thought was that her girlfriend was angry with her, but she favored her logical reasoning that she was probably just emotionally drained and needed a moment to reflect and maybe, if the candy woman was lucky, be a bit introspective for once in her unlife. She smiled slyly. Don't worry Marcy. I'll help you feel better.

Inside the bathroom Marceline turned on the shower, but rather than immediately jump in, as was her original intention, she buried her face in her hands and yelled as quietly and as long as possible, hoping that the sound of the water would drown it out. When she received silence in return she breathed a sigh of relief; sometimes a demon, even a half-demon, just needed to let out her dissatisfaction with the world, and while her normal method was to go kill something that wasn't going to help her in this specific situation. She took a deep breath, held it for as long as she could, then exhaled. Focus, Marceline. First, check the damage. Her nudity allowed her a full view of the fruits of her Nightosphere labor; a large gash barely scabbed on her side perhaps as long as her hand, a bruise the size of an apple on her thigh, a puncture wound on her shoulder. As a creature with the ability to heal she naturally had a high pain tolerance, but it had proven difficult to heal her wounds while dealing with the evening's chaos. Her fatigue didn't help either. Fortunately, most of her wounds were either healed or close enough, and she hoped that Bubblegum wouldn't notice the light silver scar running up the side of her left leg, or the slowly healing claw mark on her neck. But she will. She always does. Half of the injuries she didn't even remember receiving, but she had been lucky; none of the injuries were immediately visible, and while that wouldn't help her Bonnibel situation it did mean they would be invisible to Finn and Jake. And daddy. That thought was bitter. She loved her father, and the two had reconciled years ago, but some wounds heal slowly, especially psychological ones. And now I have to face it all over again. For a brief, horrible moment she cursed the princess deep into her core. She shook her head to clear that thought, uncomfortable not knowing where it came from.

After taking full stock of her injuries in the large vanity mirror she entered the shower, which, true to Bonnibel's at-times egotistical nature, was perhaps the best shower she had ever used and she took her sweet time using it. Partly because it could only be described as luxurious, with its dozens of settings and responsive temperature control, and partly because it was almost entirely soundproof, a feature the princess had added after the vampire officially moved in. She closed the curtain with a bit more force than necessary and was entirely relieved that she didn't break it, rewarding herself by figuratively diving into the water. Yet no matter how hard she scrubbed she just couldn't feel clean after her journey. Her attempts rubbed her skin raw, and they healed slower than normal, her ability hindered by both her lethargy and the number of other wounds it had to work on.

When she finally gave up on cleansing herself fully she reluctantly shut off the water and opened the curtain. One of the most curious aspects of the bathroom to her was that her lover had absolutely insisted on building a towel warmer, something Marceline considered ridiculously extravagant. The joke was on her, though, when she realized that few simple joys were better than a warm, fluffy towel after a cold shower. All of the towels were various unfashionable shades of pink, making her skin crawl. As she dried herself she was almost overwhelmed by the urge to drain the things, only realizing at that moment how hungry she was. She elongated her fangs before a sweet voice reared itself in the back of her mind. Don't eat the towels, Marceline, I'm very fond of them. With a frown she retracted her fangs and wrapped one would-be foodstuff around her torso, another around her long hair, which was no easy feat.

By the time she exited the bathroom the princess had turned off the lights and crawled into bed. Not that it bothered the older woman; being a vampire had its perks, and perfect night vision was one of them. Still, Bonnibel had buried herself under what seemed like every blanket in the world, all shades of pink. Her stomach rumbled loudly, the response a muffled voice. "On the desk, Marcy." Obediently, she turned and was rewarded with the sight of a large pile of red. Half a dozen apples, a couple of erasers, even a handtowel. Curiously, there was also a small book with a red cover, and the urge to open it was almost unbearable. Hunger won out though, and she sank her fangs into every piece of red available, the contents of the book quickly forgotten. When she got to the bottom of the pile she froze, an involuntary gasp escaping her. She could hear a light laugh from under the blankets, Bubblegum clearly amused by her reaction to seeing one of the princess's own bras - scarlet, her favorite flavor - sitting there like dessert. A helpful voice piped up, "I thought you could use some dessert."

Once again, Marceline was briefly uncomfortable with how deep the princess was in her mind, but once again hunger won out. Once it was drained she found her hunger finally sated, and she grinned. "Thanks, Bon."

"You're welcome, Marcy. Now, come to bed. It's big and empty." She couldn't argue with that point and dropped both towels on the floor with no regard for what the absorbed water would do to the nice clean floor. She hadn't bothered to dig through her trunk to find something to sleep in; her sleeping nude wasn't exactly an uncommon occurrence. It was her princess who prefered soft, flowing nightgowns while she slept.

By the time Marceline slid under the seemingly half a dozen blankets she noticed four things simultaneously.

The first was that Bonnibel was stark nude.

The second was that she had, without hesitation, all but pounced on the vampire, pinning her to the bed.

The third was that her hair had been blatantly brushed to the left side, entirely exposing the right side of her neck and shoulder.

The fourth was that at about the same time she had been pinned the princess had pressed her thigh against her core.

Upon all four of these realizations striking her Marceline flushed deeply. This was clearly taken as a victory, because her lover allowed herself a satisfied, smug grin that bordered on cruel. Her voice became sweet, almost affable. Almost. "Hello Marceline." The half-demon could only stare. It wasn't like the candy monarch to be so forward, she was more inclined to let things progress slowly. Not that Marceline was complaining. In fact, she wasn't saying much of anything for several long moments. It took considerable effort to find her voice.

"...Hey Bonnie."

She was rewarded with a very gentle, sweet kiss.

At first neither monarchs moved, Marceline temporarily paralyzed, Bonnibel clearly pleased with herself that she had managed to take one of the most powerful beings in all of Ooo by surprise. The part of the vampire's brain that was capable of logic slowly began to register that as pinned as she was she was still far stronger than her girlfriend. Realizing how quickly she could turn the tables, she gave an impish smirk and prepared to yank at least one arm free. You're not in charge of everything, Bon. Unfortunately, her plan was preceded by her squirming slightly, betraying her. In response the princess pressed her thigh against the vampire hard, moving it up slightly to grind against her. She gasped involuntarily, closing her eyes against a shudder. ...Nevermind.

When she opened them again she realized her right arm had been released, a pink hand stroking her cheek. "I didn't say you could move, now did I?" Realizing that she may be outmatched, a grey head shook. "Are you going to behave?"

"Probably not," Marceline blurted out thoughtlessly, her eyes widening at her own folly. She might be on to something with the whole 'think before you speak' lecture.

Two pink eyebrows rose in surprise. "Well, at least you're honest." That makes it more fun anyway. The hand left her cheek, sliding down slowly. It stopped in the middle of a grey chest, above a dead heart. Bubblegum lowered her head against a sensitive ear, forcing her lover to come within striking distance of her neck. The vampire whimpered, badly resisting every primal instinct to bite and drain her mate for all the pink she was worth. Warm breath on a cool ear certainly wasn't helping matters. Marceline whimpered in response. "I missed you, Marcy." The hand moved, tracing the base of grey breasts. "Did you miss me?" Her hips rolled, once again pressing a pink leg against her core, eliciting another shudder.

"Of… of course I missed you, Bon. How couldn't I?"

Bonnibel smiled against her girlfriend's ear nibbling her earlobe, drawing a soft moan. Right answer. She sighed overdramatically. "You were gone for two weeks. Can you imagine how hard that was for me? Not knowing if you were alright or if you were coming home?" She pulled away from the ear to give her captive a thoughtful look. The hand on her chest began circling her left breast in a way that reminded Marceline of a predator stalking its prey.

She felt a pang of guilt. "You know I'll always come home to you, Bonnie." Her voice hitched at the end as her breast was squeezed and massaged.

"Do you promise, Marcy?"

There was no hesitation in her answer. "I promise."

The hand trailed up the breast, finding an almost painfully erect nipple, circling it. The half-demon arched, coupled with a sharp intake of breath. Encouraged and just a bit amused she pinched the grey nub, delighting in the resulting moan. "Just one more thing, Marcy…" Demonic eyes slid closed as she felt her girlfriend leave her ear, kissing down her throat. Hovering over two ancient scars.

"Y… yeah Bon?" To her dismay Bonnibel trailed away from her neck, kissing down to her chest. Her dismay began to shift into something else entirely when she felt the hand slide away, replaced with warm breath. Now her other breast received the same massage, and she did nothing to stifle her moan.

"I need you to do something for me. Can you?"

Eyes entirely too glazed to be healthy opened to watch her. "You-"

She was interrupted by pink lips kissing the nub, so softly it was agonizing. By now her flush had spread to her chest, much to the princess's delight. "You know that I'd do anything for you, Bonnibel." Her voice was soft, desperation growing from the teasing. There was a pause so loaded the half-demon began to worry that she had said the wrong thing.

Instead she felt a warm mouth close around her nipple, sucking hard. Once again Marceline arched, her one free hand burying itself in pink hair in a silent plea to not stop. Not wanting to leave out its sister the princess pinched the other nipple, rubbing it slowly with her thumb. When she finally lifted off of it she blew on it softly, satisfied with the groan that resulted, still toying with the other nipple. "I need you to royal promise. Can you do that for me?" The question was asked softly, sweetly, lovingly, in a voice dripping with sincerity, so unlike her normal requests. When she received no response, the vampire beginning to pant instead, she decided to give her a little push. Immediately her hand and mouth switched, Marceline's moans only increasing in volume and frequency.

She could feel conscious thought begin to fade from her mind, that larger, instinctual part beginning to take over. Still, her princess had asked her a question, and though it took immense concentration there was no hesitancy in her voice. "I… I royal promise Bonnibel. I will always come back to you." She whimpered when the younger royal lifted from her breast, smiling.

"Good girl. I think you deserve a treat. Don't you?" Trick question, Marcy. I don't want you thinking at all. Not waiting for an answer she began to trail kisses back up her chest, over her throat, stopping once more over the twin scars. "If I let go over your hand do you promise to behave?" Marceline nodded quickly, trying to control her breathing. It had always fascinated Bonnibel that when they made love the vampire, who was by all logic dead, would pant. The vampire herself had no explanation for the behavior, and it was one of those things that she had, in time, learned to let go.

It didn't make it any less delicious.

"I'll be good!" The promise was rushed, a clear sign that thinking was an ability quickly failing her, much to Bubblegum's satisfaction.

"Oh good. Otherwise this next part might be difficult." Marceline didn't have time to wonder what she meant; her lover had kissed the scars gently before biting, then sucking them. Hands became claws, found a pink back, and raked as her vampire choked back a pleasured scream. Bonnibel could feel sugared blood trail down from the claw marks but couldn't find it within herself to care. In an odd way it felt wonderful. Nerves that indicate pain are so similar to those that indicate pleasure, so easy to cross and confuse them. Isn't that right, Marcy? She said none of this, but rather released her throat, raising to kiss her mate fiercely. "Does that feel nice, Marceline?" The claws gripped her back, refusing to let her go. When she shifted her position her thigh once again pressed against her core, and this time she refused to move it. Instead she rocked her hips slightly, just enough to remind the half-demon who was in charge, just in case she was getting any ideas. Instead she only received a nod the undead woman's eyes pleading wordlessly. But Bonnibel had a better idea, and leaned in once more to whisper in her ear, her neck bared once again. "How do you think it feels for me?"

That one sentence triggered something deep within Marceline's psyche, just as her princess had hoped. Glazed eyes pinned, fangs extended, grey arms pulling the younger woman down. She offered one gentle kiss to the spot where the candy golem's neck met her shoulder, an indicator of where she was about to strike, then buried her fangs. There was the customary pinch before Bonnibel moaned loudly, the feeling of the color draining from her candy skin euphoric. Marceline had always been adamant that her shade of red was the most delicious thing she had ever eaten, and while Bubblegum at first thought she was merely being polite she realized in time that, no, the vampire was being quite literal. Just as the princess found the feeling euphoric Marceline had described her as addictive.

Bonnibel could live with that. Gladly.

Yet the bite had one other purpose; it was a physical representation of their bond, it marked that the vampire was just as possessive as she herself. Although she would hide the bite while performing her royal duties, particularly in the presence of other dignitaries, she made it no secret to Marceline that she delighted in it, the knowledge that the half-demon was the one constant in a life filled with variables.

When she felt her muscles start to weaken the vampire detached, once again kissing the area gently, lovingly. As the vampire panted, caught in her own bliss, Bonnibel traced her fingers down her lover's body, seeking a certain she knew would be in desperate need of attention. But on her way she found the scars the vampire had yet to heal, and although she was sure they must hurt her lover gave no indication, too lost in her own pleasure. Although worried, now was not the time for chastisement about hiding her injuries. The discovery did give her a sense of relief in a way, justifying her having royal promise to always come home.

Just as Marceline began to regain focus Bonnibel found what she was looking for and lifted her thigh away. At first her lover groaned in objection, until she felt a gentle hand cup her instead. Its owner smiled at her vampire. "My my, Marcy… you are absolutely soaked." She gasped loudly at the sudden contact, moans escalating in volume, hips briefly bucking to drive her inside. Instead Bonnibel tsked. "What did I say about being good? Now I have to punish you." For a brief moment she removed her hand, relishing in her lover's frustrated whimper. "You did this to yourself, Marceline." There was no bite to her words, they were almost musical. Taunting. A pink thumb found her clit and pressed hard, making the older monarch cry out in sheer need. "Oh? Did you enjoy that?" Still pressing, her thumb began to rub as slowly as she could, enraptured by her girlfriend's audible desperation, some dark part of her so satisfied that she could have this much power over the future Lady Evil. The thumb abruptly turned, an index finger joining it into a pinch. She felt her lover's core begin to clench and pulled away entirely, denying her her climax.

Marceline cried out, frustration and desperation tearing at her viciously. Her eyes opened, pleading with Bonnibel silently. With a smirk a pink hand returned to cupping her core, applying absolutely no pressure or friction whatsoever. Marceline whimpered as her girlfriend's voice became syrupy sweet. "You know what I want to hear, Marcy. Say it and I'll be merciful." If the vampire could think it may have occurred to her that she could easily overpower her princess and torture her exactly as she was being tortured. However, she couldn't. Her need was too dire, and so she willingly submitted to the final humiliation.

"Please, Bonnibel…"

It was so quiet, but exactly the right thing to say. Two fingers quickly entered the vampire, knowing exactly what to do purely by muscle memory. They roughly found her magical spot, the most sensitive area in an already sensitive body and pressed. With an adoring smile Bonnibel curled against it, twisted, and felt her mate come undone in her hands. When she came her cry was nearly a scream, her hands no longer claws as she gripped the bed, every muscle within her tensing as the candy princess's thumb once again resumed rubbing her clit roughly, trying to extend her orgasm for as long as possible. When she was finally spent she gasped, collapsing against the bed with a wordless groan, eyes sliding shut.

Absolutely pleased with herself Bonnibel withdrew her hand, crawling over her lover to stroke her hair. "Feel better, Marcy?"

Her response was a mumble. "Can't talk. Can't move."

The princess smiled. "Good." She kissed the top of her head. For several minutes she merely stroked her inky black hair, admiring how almost docile she became after.

"Hey, Bon?"

"Yes?"

Demonic eyes shot open, their owner grinning almost evilly. Before she could realize what was happening Bonnibel found herself pinned to the bed under an incredibly awake and not at all incapacitated vampire. Their eyes met before she lowered her head to whisper in a pink ear.

"I lied about not being able to move."

Green eyes widened in almost panic as she realized what was happening, not that she had any desire to stop it. Marceline chuckled, moving to kiss the mark she had made on her princess's throat. A grey hand traced her jawline, down the middle of her throat, stopping over her chest. "Let's see how you like it." She winked. "I bet it's a lot." Before Bonnibel could think of a clever retort she felt two cool hands on her breasts. Without meaning to she arched into the touch, and the vampire laughed darkly at the reaction. Marceline had always been rougher than Bonnibel, something the princess always attributed to her being half-demon. Not that I'm complaining. It felt too wonderful to have the other woman squeeze her breasts, kneading them everywhere except where she wanted it most. Despite her normally calm and collected demeanor she let out a whimper, arching once more.

"Marcy…"

"Don't 'Marcy' me, Bonnie. You're just getting what's coming to you." Her smirk was mischievous when she realized that both of Bubblegum's nipples were already hard, and her eyes suddenly lit up with the realization. "Bonnie… were you getting off teasing me?" Her tone was teasing, but she still stopped her ministrations. The princess, meanwhile, blushed fiercely and turned away. When Marceline laughed she was relieved that it wasn't mocking, but was actually one of affection. "And you were going to let me get off and ignore yourself?" She had no retort to that. Caught you, Bon. Suddenly her left hand withdrew from the pink breast, trailing slowly down the younger woman. At first she tried to squirm free but was distracted when the right hand pinched her nipple, moaning when a forked tongue teased its counterpart. She arched, giving the vampire easier access to her core in the process. Was that intentional Bon? The thought was filled with wry amusement. Briefly, she withdrew her tongue to give the other woman a dark look, her left hand edging closer to its destination. "Let's see what we have here, shall we?" Before she could respond the tongue returned to her nipple, her eyes smoldering when a warm mouth joined it.

"M..Marcy…"

The half-demon liked what she found.

"Wow, Bonnie… you were that ready? And you weren't going to let me help?" Marceline wasn't exaggerating; the princess was almost drenched, and even at the light graze to check her Bonnibel cried out, squirming in an attempt to get closer to the teasing hand. Instead it gently stroked her outer lips. "What do you think? Do you need this, my princess?" A vigorous nod indicated how willing she was to do away with her pride, and Marceline raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Well, if you insist…" Immediately she slid a finger inside her lover, refusing to move it until she heard her girlfriend moan her name. Satisfied, she slid a second finger, pumping all-too slowly with just enough friction to build tension, but nowhere near enough to give her release.

"Marcy!"

"Yes, my princess?" But it wasn't a cry for attention, it was the only thought flowing through Bubblegum's mind, the only thing she cared about at that moment, the only way she could express it. Finding her lover's most sensitive spot she pressed it, feather lightly. Bonnibel's cry was of agony; Marceline was putting just enough pressure to start her climax, but not exactly enough to push her over the edge. "Maddening, isn't it Bon? You want it to stop, but you want it to go on forever." The princess couldn't argue that, it was an apt description of her situation. Instead she moaned loudly, some deep, logical part of her suddenly so, so glad she had the forethought to soundproof her rooms when she built the castle.

When Marceline withdrew her hand she felt her sanity start to slip. "You know, Bonnibel… I always said that your shade of red is the most exquisite meal I could ever have." Her hand returned to her breast, once more pinching a pink nipple. "But…," she trailed off. "I never said where the best red of yours was, and you never asked. You wanna know?" She did. She really, really did. Taking her silence as affirmation the musician smirked, offering a deep kiss to her mate, lowering herself to whisper in her ear. "When I'm done, Bonnie, the only thing you'll be able to do is cry my name." The candy golem had no time to figure out that riddle; the vampire had left the bed. At first she didn't know why, until she felt a presence between her legs besides the aching heat.

Her eyes shot open. "Marcy!" Pink hands tangled in black hair as she felt a pressure against her core. When she realized that there was a forked tongue playing with her clit it made the throbbing so much worse. For a brief, shining moment her ability to reason returned before disappearing once more. "Please don't stop, Marcy…" She was lost to a loud moan when she felt her lover taking her pearl into her mouth, sucking as her tongue stroked it. "Marcy!" When fangs, still elongated, grazed her core she only grew wetter, a fact that did not go unnoticed. But the vampire had one last trick up her sleeve and withdrew. Before her princess could complain about the lost contact she felt the mouth return, this time to her inner thigh, just outside of her core. It granted one very gentle kiss before she felt fangs plunge into her, her girlfriend draining her color greedily.

It was too much. "MARCELINE!" It was one of the most powerful orgasms she had ever experienced, the combination of teasing the older woman coupled with the euphoric feeling of her essence being drained, something she felt was perfect on her neck but held no candle to between her thighs. For a long moment she lost her vision and was dazed, briefly losing where she was. By the time she returned she found that she had been scooped into the vampire's arms, which she readily buried into. Her girlfriend had slid her right arm under her, holding her head against her chest, her left draped around her waist. She wanted to say something, anything, but was quickly losing her fight against sleep. The last thing she registered was her other half purring happily against her.

Miles away, blissfully ignorant to the events transpiring in the tallest castle of the biggest kingdom, Finn and Jake sat in their living room. Or more accurately, Jake was occupying himself with a video game on BMO while Finn stared off in thought. Although the dog seemed ignorant to the boy, BMO was not.

"What are you thinking about, Finn?"

Finn sighed. "We just heard some heavy stuff today, BMO, and it's kind of messing with my stomach, you know?"

"No, because I do not have a stomach."

Finn ignored that. "I thought I knew Peebles and Marceline, but I didn't even see that they were a thing. You know, a together thing."

Jake finally spoke up, but refused to turn his attention away from his game. "Man, you're overthinking it. They're still the same people. There was just a part of them you didn't know about. Lots of people are like that. It's not personal. They just have some mondo stuff going on, and I don't think they've even got it figured out, and they're so old it's redonkulus. Getting to know people is just part of the journey of friendship. It keeps it fresh and interesting. So don't think about it like they're strangers, they've just got a layer you didn't dig up yet."

Finn blinked at his brother. "That was…"

"Oddly insightful?," BMO chirped.

"Yeah. Thanks Jake. I needed that."

Jake nodded. "No problem, brother. You want to go make us some lunch though? I can't leave because BMO's cheating."

The robot crossed his arms. "I am not cheating, you are just losing."

"Tell me how to beat the mutant cow, BMO!"

"If I do that you will never learn to fish."

"But fishing is the worst part of this game!"

Finn smiled and stood, heading towards the kitchen. He wasn't sure exactly what to make, but he decided definitely not sandwiches. There would be plenty of sandwiches after they were done overthrowing kingdoms and heroing up the place.

Well. Maybe.