Ahhh ok so it's kinda kinky smut. Sorry! I was totally gonna write it cute but then they started getting messy and... well I'd like to say I'm sorry but I'm not really. So, smut! Enjoy? I'll have to update the rating and the summary so I don't risk offending anyone with naked women.
Much love to everyone who took the time to review! You guys are all so sweet! Extra length chapter today because the characters got a little out of hand being naughty. I genuinely hope nobody's shocked or disgusted by this.
Content Warning: sex. Quite graphic gettin' down, implied kinkiness, feels.
Ok, she's still asleep. Right. Great. Time to figure this out. So what do we know so far? Well, Bonnie's gay. I knew that since the first time I met her, like Finn even introduced her as his 'lesbian friend'. And I'm straight. I mean, obviously, right? We're friends. A straight girl can have a lesbian friend and it doesn't have to get weird, it's the twenty first century. But, it got weird. Because now I'm stuck in a gay body and I'm completely certain that the gay body is the reason those thoughts happened. I mean, I'm straight. I enjoy getting frisky with dudes. Ok, 'enjoy' might be stretching it a bit, it's not like Ash ever set my world on fire. I mean, sex is pretty much an over exploited tool used by capitalism to sell stuff like cars and soap and stuff, it can't be as good for everyone as they make it out to be. Can it? Well maybe for lesbians. I dunno, my body is gay but my head is straight. I'm messed up right now. But if I'm in a gay body and that's making me think about kissing girls and stuff then why did Bonnie freak out and punch Ash last night? Because she's now in a straight body so you'd think she'd be less disgusted by a naked man if the sexuality of my body affected her thoughts too. Ohh but then maybe she's in denial! That'd make so much sense. I'm so good at working this stuff out, I- shit, is that my phone? Fuck.
Bonnie was only half awake but she could hear thoughts that weren't her own echoing in the back of her head. Next second the warm body lying wonderfully close to her in the bed made to move away and she wrapped her arms around whoever it was sleepily, not wanting to let that comforting warmth and intimacy go just yet.
"Get off me, you gotta answer my phone." Marceline hissed at her with Bonnie's voice, and her eyes flew open as the events of the previous day came flooding back to her memory.
"What-" but Bonnie didn't manage to get the words out before Marcy's mobile was pushed into her hands and she answered it in confusion. The caller ID flashed the name 'Daddy' and she groaned internally.
"Hello?"
"Marceline? Oh thank God! Where are you? Are you safe? What happened, what did that boy do to you? I've been looking for you for hours, the police said you were missing and you weren't answering your phone and-"
"I'm fine, um, Daddy. I stayed the night at Bonnie's place, had a row with Ash last night. Wait, why were you talking to the police about me?" Bonnie asked as her brain began to get back up to speed. Across the bed Marcy stared at her in horror through Bonnie's eyes, mouthing 'what's going on?' at her.
"You don't know? Oh honey, I am so sorry. Listen, it's your apartment-"
Bonnie listened in growing horror, trying to avoid Marceline's gaze while she took in the details of what had happened.
"Yes, I'll be right over. Thanks for letting me know. I'll see you soon. Bye."
"What? What is it? He didn't yell, something bad's happened. Hasn't it?" Marcy asked in a rush.
"I'm so sorry. It's all my fault." Bonnie whispered, unable to meet her eyes. "Ash trashed your apartment last night and when your neighbours called the police they arrested him and he wouldn't tell them anything, they thought he'd killed you and hidden the body or something. Your father's been trying to call for hours, he thought you were hurt, he was frantic."
For a long second Marceline just stared down at her hands, looking like perhaps she'd cry or perhaps she'd murder someone. Then she just sighed and shook her head.
"I always knew he was a psycho, it really doesn't surprise me. Guess I just liked that someone liked me, that's still a surprise sometimes." she murmured.
"Oh honey, loads of people like you. You're awesome and funny and beautiful and you always know how to make people laugh, you're so chill it's hard to stay stressed when you're around. You can do a whole lot better than stupid Ash." Bonnie told her gently, reaching across and taking her hand. Marcy just shrugged and pulled away from her touch.
"No use thinking about it now. I gotta go see how badly messed up my stuff is." she sighed regretfully.
"Actually I need to do that. You can't turn up in my body and sort it out, besides you'll need some help."
"Yeah. Yeah, that's a good point I guess. Come on then nerd. You're gonna need to wear some of your own stuff since I shudder to think what Ash did to all my clothes."
They hadn't bothered with modesty the night before while changing for bed, it had seemed pretty pointless since they'd obviously already seen their own bodies in every possible state of undress. But it didn't escape Bonnie's notice that Marceline turned away and changed as quickly as possible, not looking at her friend and trying to cover as much of her borrowed body as she could. She wondered what was up with that or if it was just habit. Bonnie couldn't really remember much of what she'd been thinking before Hunson had called but she got the vague impression she was somehow making her friend uncomfortable.
"Hey, are we ok?" she asked Marceline's turned back gently.
"Yeah. Just peachy." she replied, although her voice sounded a little odd.
"Ok. Just, you seem a bit stressed."
"Maybe because my psycho ex just trashed my apartment and I'm stuck being you and my entire life turned into some next level Freaky Friday shit?"
"Sorry. I just, I want to help." Bonnie murmured guiltily.
"Yeah well you helped enough when you switched bodies with me, donked my relationship and put a ton of weird unwelcome thoughts in my head. So thanks and all, Bon, but I could live without you helping me."
Next second the bedroom door closed behind her, leaving Bonnie blinking alone in surprise, unsure if she should follow.
…
"So. You and Angry Music Girl, huh? So how'd that happen?"
Great, the kitchen was occupied by Jake and Finn, still home because they were on exam study leave. Marceline really wasn't in any mood to deal with them.
"We're just friends, she broke up with her boyfriend last night and now he's trashed her apartment and I'm a crappy friend because I make everything worse." Marcy replied moodily, grabbing a plate from the cupboard she knew Bonnie kept her stuff in.
"Oh. I mean, yeah you're just friends right now but come on BonBon, even Finn's noticed the way she looks at you." Jake replied with a puzzled expression on his broad features.
"What? She doesn't look at me. Marceline is one hundred percent straight, ok? She's definitely into men. So you and Finn can just-"
"Woah, defensive much? This is like the morning after or something. What happened, did you two hook up and now she's freaking out about it?" Finn frowned around a mouthful of cereal.
"No. Just leave it, ok? We're just friends. Gal pals. Mates. Right?"
The brothers exchanged a look over their breakfast but neither of them said anything else. Marcy got herself a plate of toast and in an uncharacteristically forgiving gesture made enough for two and two mugs of tea. She took them all back upstairs to Bonnie's room and entered without knocking.
"Hey. Sorry I was weird. Just, it's sorta messing with me, being stuck in the wrong body and all. I brought you breakfast."
"Oh. Thanks. It's ok, I know this is supremely weird." Bonnie replied from where she'd been sitting on her bed writing on her laptop. "I just emailed my tutors and told them I'm sick and won't be in for a few days, you should do the same. If I have to turn up to your music lectures and pretend I know what I'm doing then we're gonna get found out really quickly."
They ate in silence after that, neither willing to acknowledge the tense atmosphere in the room. After breakfast they left the house, mercifully avoiding Finn and Jake, and made their way back to Marcy's apartment. As they walked occasional thoughts that were not her own drifted into Bonnie's brain, and every time it happened she tried to ignore it and not react because she was certain the other girl didn't know it was happening.
Maybe I'm just super attracted to myself? I am cute, sometimes. But what the hell, how can Finn have noticed something I don't even do? Idiot boys don't know what they're talking about.
Oh. Oh no. Finn must have said something to her about his ridiculous theory that Marcy was more than a little in denial about finding girls attractive. Bonnie herself had told him time after time that no, they didn't have sexual tension. They just argued a lot. It wasn't the same thing, right? And sure she was perfectly capable of finding her friend's body attractive, it didn't mean she liked her for her, just that it'd been absolutely ages since she'd gotten physical with someone hot. They were just friends. And that was all.
...
It took the best part of the day to straighten everything out with the police, reassure Hunson that his daughter wasn't lying in a ditch somewhere with her throat cut and clean through the smashed up crap of Marcy's apartment. She was going to need a brand new bed and new clothes, Ash had apparently taken out his rage by pissing all over them. Bonnie was savagely glad to see that there were definite streaks of blood in the mess; it must have been like pissing razorblades for him. Still she couldn't help but feel terribly guilty for everything that had happened since it was basically her fault. Every time she tried to talk to Marcy about it the other girl changed the subject though. Bonnie wasn't sure if her friend was angry with her or not.
By the end of the afternoon Hunson had to leave and attend to some business meeting or other. He repeatedly thanked 'Bonnie' for coming and being such a good friend to his little girl, unaware that he was speaking to his own daughter the whole time. When they were briefly alone he glanced around and sidled up to her, coughing awkwardly to get her attention.
"Excuse me, erm, Bonnibel. I just wanted to ask, well my daughter talks about you a lot and I wondered if, um? Well she's mentioned a couple of ex-girlfriends of yours in the past... And I'm not against that sort of, er, lifestyle, but Marceline and I don't really have the kind of relationship where she feels she can tell me things like that. I wasn't sure if you and she were, you know, an item? So just, I don't know what's happening or if anything is happening, but hypothetically, if something were happening and you were to hurt my daughter the way this idiot boy Ashley has done..."
He trailed off and tilted her a significant glance. Marcy stared back, utterly horrified. Had her father done this to other people too? He could pretend she didn't exist for months when she was inconvenient for him but now he was putting the scares on her definitely platonic but very attractive friend?
"Nothing's happening. We're just friends and she's completely straight. Why would it matter if we were seeing each other anyway? Are you threatening me?"
"No, not at all! Simply looking out for my daughter. Well, I'd best be off, don't want to be late for my meeting." Hunson added in a falsely jovial tone. "Tell Marceline I said goodbye. She's on the phone with someone from the university and I don't want to disturb her. I feel sure I'll see you again, Bonnibel."
And with that he strode out the door and disappeared.
"Sure, can't have your business meeting disrupted by my entire life imploding but Heaven forbid you neglect to leap to conclusions and try to scare away my friend just because you happened to remember her name. Same old selfish bastard." Marcy muttered to herself, picking up his discarded broom and beginning to sweep up the shattered remains of her possessions.
She'd cleared away most of the broken junk in the kitchen and was sighing over the slashed ruin that used to be her sofa when Bonnie returned from where she'd been talking on her mobile in the stairwell. Marceline maybe wasn't the best judge of her own face since she saw it less often than most of her friends but she thought those familiar features looked a bit pale, a bit frightened. That was weird; she wasn't accustomed to looking frightened.
"What? More bad news?" Marcy asked with another sigh. She was trying hard not to take it out on her friend, Bonnie was literally the only other person on the planet who stood a chance of understanding how she was feeling, or why.
"You could say that. I've just gotten off the phone with the university's administration department. The only good news is that I'm not liable for the fire, it was an electrical surge in the grid and, I dunno, something to do with a momentary overload of the power system, it's not really my field so I'm not sure how to replicate it. But that's the problem. We can't replicate it. Even if we somehow managed to get to use the same piece of equipment somewhere else then there's no way to be certain we'd be able to unswap ourselves. We might be stuck like this forever."
"No." Marcy said, flat out refusing to believe it. "No, this is science, this is your whole deal! You've gotta be able to fix this! I can't be you forever! There must be some way, some book you can look in-"
"Seriously? You think there's a textbook for what to do when you accidentally swap bodies with you gorgeous but annoying friend? I have no idea what to do next! I don't much want to be you forever either! I want my body and my life back. What happens when the semester ends, do I go home to your father and dutifully listen to him drone on about tax law for two months? Am I supposed to try to finish your music degree? Have you got the first fucking clue what the difference is between a cerebellum and a hippocampus? You're going to ruin my neuroscience degree and I'm going to ruin your music career and this is completely fucked and-"
Bonnie stopped to draw breath and when she thought about it that awful prickling in the corner of her borrowed eyes was back, like when she'd burst into tears last night. She slumped to the floor, defeated, and didn't resist at all when she felt her friend sit carefully next to her and draw her into a hug.
"Hey, I just meant that if anyone can work this out then it's you." Marcy soothed. "Just, I know it's scary, I'm scared too. But this isn't natural or normal and it's bound to get fixed eventually, right? At least we have each other."
It was when they were physically close, Bonnie realised. When they were walking side by side or lying next to each other in the bed, hugging on the floor or something. That was when she could hear her friend's thoughts.
I'm completely certain she didn't mean to call me 'gorgeous'. Anyway I'm straight, what does it matter? Accept the compliment and move on. I mean, ok maybe I'm just a tiny bit bi-curious. Especially about her. And I'm single now, oh hell. I wonder if her lips are as velvety to kiss as they look in the mirror? Dammit, I may be a little bit massively queer for my best friend.
"You know what we need?" Bonnie asked quietly, trying to figure out what to do with that information.
"What?"
"Alcohol. And food too, of course. But yeah, I am far too sober to deal with this right now. We're going to a bar. Come on."
She stood and pulled Marceline to her feet too. It was happy hour at the student union and there were seven or eight Cosmopolitans with Bonnie's name on them.
...
It was dark when they got back to the house and apparently deserted. Jake's shoes were gone from the hall and Finn's car keys were missing so they summarised that the boys were still out somewhere. So that left just the two of them alone in the house, pretty wasted and with so much tension between them the air almost popped with it as they made their way upstairs.
Wanna try it, go on, just ask her, what's the worst that could happen? Oh God what am I even thinking? I'm not gay! So very gay for her though. Fuck! Ohh yes, fucking would be good. No, what? Urgh I don't know what to do. She was hot even before all this and now we're stuck being each other and I don't know if I fancy myself? Is that actually possible? Or is this body just attracted to that body? Or am I actually crushing on the girl currently piloting my body? Am I a narcissist, a slave to the hormones in my new bloodstream or just really gay for my friend? How do I work it out?
"Do you, ah, want a snack or something?" Bonnie asked quietly, shoulders tense from what her friend could see of her in the low light of the single bedroom lamp.
"No." Marcy replied in a voice tight with repressed- something. She didn't want to think what it could be. Tension or something.
Something in the back of Bonnie's brain whispered; fuck it, I really want to kiss her, and she had no idea if it was her own subconscious or the stray thoughts she'd been hearing all day. But thanks to the numbing effect of the cocktails she didn't really care which it was because just like the night before nothing really felt right until they were close and perhaps it was her mind wishing to reunite with its body or perhaps it was just attraction plain and simple. The worst that could happen was she'd be let down, she could handle rejection. So without stopping to think twice Bonnie crossed the room in two strides and when her friend looked up from where she was sitting on the bed she caught hold of the other girl's face (her own face, it was still a little strange to think about) and kissed her thoroughly. For one glorious, dizzying moment Marcy kissed back and Bonnie wasn't sure what that meant but she was more than happy to find out. But then there were hands on her shoulders pushing her gently but firmly away and confused eyes staring up at her.
"Wh-what was that?" Marcy gasped, looking breathless and windswept like she'd just sprinted somewhere.
"An experiment." Bonnie murmured quietly, wondering what the hell she'd just started. "I felt like it would be a good thing to try. Weren't you ever curious to know how your own kiss felt?"
"I guess." Marcy shrugged, still looking like she'd just been slapped instead of kissed. "But I'm straight. You know that."
"Yeah. Sorry. It was just an idea."
They sat in silence for a while longer before Bonnie gave in to the urge to do anything at all to break the tension and grabbed the remote for the small TV set she had on one side of her desk. Sometimes she liked to watch documentaries while Finn and Jake were using the TV downstairs to play football games. After a few minutes of staring aimlessly at some dancing programme Marcy took a breath, opened her mouth like she was about to speak, then closed it again with a small sigh. Bonnie waited, she'd say what she had to say eventually.
This is torture. Grow a pair, talk to her. Or go fap in the shower, do something for fuck's sakes! But you are not gonna just sit here like a useless lump feeling feelings all over the place. Shiiiit that kiss was good. How can I tell her I'm not actually a nun and she's so fine and I just wanna try stuff out? Goddammit open your mouth and ask her to screw you already!
"Listen, Bon, this is weird, right? I mean, we're never gonna tell anyone about any of this ever, are we? I'm definitely not, I don't wanna sound like a crazy person. But I was thinking, yeah? If we're experimenting and I'm probably never gonna have this opportunity again and look, you're in my body so it'd really just be pretty much the same as what I do in the shower from time to time. Do you wanna, y'know, try it out? I've just been thinking about it a lot and I wanna see what it's like, you know? Cause that kiss was pretty amazing and you know what you're doing and I just, oh man this is weird, right?"
Bonnie looked at her, weighing it up. What was the worst that could happen? Marceline was right, it was her body.
"Are you asking if I wanna experiment some more? Like, physically?"
"Uh, yeah. Like, I just thought, since that's my body and all. I just, um, oh man not in a gay way. Y'know?"
"Gay sex in a not gay way. Right, so like, fuck me but no homo?"
"Yeah!" Marcy replied, relieved she'd managed to communicate her meaning without having to explain much.
"You're an idiot. You really think I'd do that? You don't expect that I'd want intimacy and mutual feelings to be included in my sex life?"
"Oh. Yeah, I mean, usually? But this would just be an experiment. I don't wanna offend you! Just, I wanted to try it on me and see what it's like and your body is already used to doing stuff with girls. Doesn't that make sense?"
"So you want to experiment with me."
"Yeah."
"Huh. Experiments with girls. I suppose it's what a lot of straight girls do at university. Fine, this is the weirdest thing that has ever or could ever happen to me but I could go for a little casual experimentation. But we do it by my rules. Agreed?"
A jolt of warmth shot through Marcy at those words; it was almost painful in how badly she wanted it. It was all the gay body's fault of course but when else would she ever get to experiment with homosexuality consequence free like that? Girls were so soft and warm and she wondered more and more if the curves of an undeniably feminine body moving against her would stir something in her. Given the evidence she suspected that they would; that magnificent kiss had done more than just leave her breathless and set her heart hammering.
Shit. Fuck. What am I doing? Oh God if she says she's joking I might die, I want this so bad.
"Your rules? Um, what are your rules?" Dammit it was almost painfully hot just to ask that. Bonnie smiled back and it wasn't a gentle or sweet smile, it was the kind of smile a shark wore when they noticed an injured seal. Marceline had a sudden epiphany about why some people found her intimidating; that expression staring back at her from her own face wasn't something that inspired trust. But oh hell, it was sexy. Yeah, maybe she was just attracted to herself, mega narcissistic.
"You do exactly what I say. Without question or hesitation; I'm the scientist here and you're an experimental specimen. And you don't question me or my methods, you obey like a good girl. You tell me straight away if there's anything you don't want, any lines you won't cross. And you remember the safe word, I usually use 'peppermint'. Can you follow those rules?"
Marcy nodded, not quite trusting her voice to stay normal if she opened her borrowed mouth and tried to speak. It was entirely possible that she'd never been quite so turned on by the thought of someone ever in her life.
"Good. Now, strip." Bonnie commanded her, still with that predatory gleam in her eyes.
"Uh, right now?"
"Yes. You said you'd follow my orders and not question me. Or do you want to stop?"
She shook her head; no, if she stopped now she'd spend the rest of her life obsessing over it and probably going crazy wondering what would have happened. So Marcy followed orders and began to shrug out of her clothes, trying to stay subjective and not blush. She stretched out naked on the bed, shivering and feeling an odd mix of anticipation and vulnerability while the other girl watched her with hungry eyes, assessing and calculating.
"It's a little strange." Bonnie murmured, eyes raking across pale flesh. "I've never seen myself at this angle, I'm really quite pretty, aren't I? Well, at least I know what sort of things I like. Open the draw on the nightstand, the one you were so shocked by last night."
Oh hell, what could she do but obey? Well, she could say no obviously but she didn't want to. Heart hammering dangerously fast Marcy did as she was told, opened the drawer and stared down at its contents.
Holy cow that's a lot of kinkiness.
"Now pick whichever you want to play with first. I'd recommend the glass, it's spectacular."
Yeah, the glass one was pretty exotic looking. It had a gentle curve to it and looked pleasantly non-phallic, for a- well, one of those. She wasn't sure she could even think that word without stuttering and blushing like Victorian virgin. So half terrified and half dying of need Marcy picked the glass one she'd been recommended out of the drawer and turned to her friend with it, not quite able to make eye contact.
"Look at me." Bonnie commanded in a voice that sounded just a little strained. Marcy reluctantly raised her eyes to meet her own gaze in the face that until recently had looked back at her from the mirror every morning. "Do you want this? Are you certain?"
Well, was she certain? For a brief second Marceline considered what would happen if she said no. She'd dress again and they'd just, what? Cuddle? Watch TV? Those things sounded good too. But the thought of just stopping and going back to that uneasy, tense not-quite-just-friendship, well that was just awful. No, they needed this. Even if it was horrible, just to clear the air. And from the way her borrowed body was reacting Marcy was sure it wasn't going to be horrible.
So badly it's painful.
"Yeah. I'm certain. Where do you want me?"
"Right here. Lie down and get comfortable; we begin with you closing your eyes and describing how everything feels. The most important part of experimentation is accurate and thorough observation." Bonnie murmured in her ear. Next second there were lips grazing the side of her throat and cool hands sliding down her arms and sides and Marcy's brain fizzled to shocked and amazed blankness. Even the constant whispering of how badly she wanted it in the back of Bonnie's head was quiet, the mental equivalent of a sharply drawn breath of surprise and pleasure.
"Describe it." Bonnie reminded her after a minute where all her friend did was gasp a little and writhe beneath her touch.
"It, uh, it's nice. Really nice. Kinda, tingly? Like a low electric current. Turns out your skin is really sensitive."
"And is it affecting you at all?" Bonnie purred.
It's slowly killing me. Don't stop, don't ever stop.
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'd say it's having a pretty big effect." Marcy replied out loud, halfway between turned on and mortified.
Bonnie just laughed a little, low in the throat and edged with dark delight. Her hands slid further down and she was rewarded with a gasping moan from her friend and a string of mental swearwords in the back of her head.
"Feels, ah fuck! like fire. Like electricity and fire, sorta mixed together. Like I can feel my pulse where you're touching. It's warm, and, I dunno, I can't describe it."
"Do you like it? Do you want me to stop?"
"Yes. No. Yes I like it, no I don't want you to stop. I want more."
Fuck the line between gay and straight. Fuck societal norms of what I should or shouldn't enjoy. I want this. I want her. I don't think I've ever wanted anything so badly in my whole life.
"Do you want to try everything?" Bonnie breathed.
"Yes. Everything."
"Good. Because that glass toy isn't for you, not to start with. I want to see if you can please me first, you've gotta earn it. So now you're gonna undress me and do everything I tell you to. Yeah? Is that what you want?"
"God, yes."
No consent had ever been so eagerly given, no promise so thoroughly fulfilled. Because Bonnie was nothing if not a thorough scientist and nothing but the strictest experimentation would do. When her eyes finally rolled back into her head and a sharp cry she was completely beyond holding back broke her lips somewhere in the back of her head she could hear whispering, hear her friend's thoughts.
Woah. So the experiment was a success? I don't think I've ever seen anything so delicious as my best friend coming just for me, she tastes so amazing. God I hope I've been a good enough girl to see if she wants to carry on the experiment.
Oh yes she wanted to carry on the experiment, the only way to make sure their results were accurate was to replicate them at least three times. Every good scientist knew that.
...
Morning dawned with the golden bars of sunlight pushing through her threadbare blinds to stab Bonnie's eyes and wake her far too early like they always did. She slid out of bed, nude and still half sleep, pushing hair out of her eyes and yawning, stumbling into her robe to go visit the bathroom and get a glass of water. The pounding in her head announced a hangover brewing but she wasn't too surprised by that, it was a Saturday morning and she was a student, she'd certainly had worse.
There was snoring drifting down the hall from Jake's room and she knew that meant Lady had stayed over; Jake didn't snore and his girlfriend liked to pretend she didn't either but the only time it sounded like someone running a sawmill in his room was when the slight Korean woman stayed the night with him. Bonnie smiled to herself a little fondly. Looked like she wasn't the only one who'd seen some action that night. There was an unfamiliar girl's jacket hanging in the hall too when she peered down the stairs, either Lady had started wearing stonewashed denim which didn't seem likely or Finn had brought someone home too. Well, good for him, Bonnie figured. It was about time he got over his last awful break up.
By some strange quirk of design the three bedrooms were upstairs and the bathroom was downstairs meaning that early morning bathroom trips meant walking through the greater part of the house. Something felt a little odd to Bonnie as she walked but she wasn't quite able to put her finger on it. Not odd, exactly. Like, the opposite of odd? There was some oddness she'd been vaguely expecting and it wasn't there. She frowned to herself and pushed the bathroom door open, taking a moment to examine her face in the mirror over the sink. She'd need another haircut soon or her hair was gonna end up as long as Marcy's-
"MARCY WAKE UP WE SWITCHED BACK! WAKE THE FUCK UP! SERIOUSLY LOOK AT YOURSELF WE'RE US AGAIN!"
Marceline opened her eyes eventually, it was annoyingly difficult to sleep through that much yelling and shaking. Bonnie was staring back at her, blue eyes wide and ginger hair flying everywhere in her excitement. Wait-
"Holy fuck, I'm me again!"
"We switched back in the night!"
"We- last night-"
The memory of what else they'd done in the night slammed into both their brains at exactly the same moment.
"I, uh, I should go. Gotta clean up my apartment some more and stuff." Marceline mumbled, sliding out bed and grabbing the pile of borrowed clothes she'd so eagerly discarded the night before.
"Oh. Ok. Um, are you coming back?" Bonnie asked, suddenly amazingly unsure of herself and where they stood. What had she asked herself last night? What's the worst that could happen? Well she could lose a really good friend that she really liked, for a start.
"I dunno. Maybe. Might just take a bit of time, y'know, sort my head out. I'll call you."
And then Marceline was gone and Bonnie sat alone in her room, shocked and confused, staring at the still warm indentation in the sheets where her best friend and now maybe her lover had been just a few moments before.