For my good friend Mari/Snufkin-Snufkout on Tumblr. And because a little Fubblegum is good for the soul!
Disclaimer: I do not own Adventure Time, or make profit off it.
Bubblegum leaned down, her hands gently taking hold of Finn's own hands, her fingers sliding between his with a sweet friction, and both princess and boy giggled slightly as she squeezed.
Slowly Bubblegum stood up, and took Finn with her, standing at her full height. Finn went with her, his short but strong legs unfolding. His feet touched the ground and his knees bounced gently against her legs, and Bubblegum barely noticed apart from the faint ripple it sent through her legs. She giggled at the motion, and swayed slightly with them. She felt like an ocean, moving in her own titanic tides, and now they swirled around Finn.
She gripped him tighter, and in other circumstances might have bit her lip. Now, though, she just smiled and nudged her wide hips against his chest, squishing wonderfully into him. She giggled. "You're so solid," She marveled. His flesh and bone and skin were so different from the construction of her body, and it was simply amazing how nice he felt against her. Her arm trailed down his arm, examining the fullness of his forearm and the hardness of his elbow, the small 'B' for 'Bonnibel' she had traced there only a few weeks ago to mark her territory, and finally her arm stopped upon his shoulder, slim and broad and fascinatingly feminine, and gave him a short strong squeeze.
(She loved alliteration. The words played through her head again and again, and the sound of Finn's breathing against her body was a metronome, compelling and wondrous.)
Though she was just too big to hug him properly, as a smaller woman could have, she did not let it bother her. She smiled, almost impishly, and reached down. Her hands came down, past his shoulders and under his arms and down past his waistline (and didn't that give her all manner of fun ideas), closing around his hips and giving him a reassuring squeeze as she picked him up.
Her arms tensed as she adjusted to his added weight, and Finn squealed as she lifted him up, bracing herself against him and lifting him up to her face-level. For a moment, his face showed… not fear, not exactly, he couldn't be afraid of her now, but there was a hint of sudden surprise at the turn in the situation. The certain knowledge that the balance of power all rested in Bubblegum's hands, that she had absolute dominance and superiority over him, and she could do absolutely whatever she wanted to him and he would welcome it all.
Finn was breathing faster, his eyes wet, his lips dry. He was getting excited now.
Bubblegum giggled cheerily, the lightness of her mood shifting to something more driven. Her eyes half-lidded, she lowered her shoulders and brought Finn up to her face completely, the smaller human back squishing into her gel-flesh and she just shivered at how good he felt against her, nearly inside her…
"I have you now, my little Finny," she said, voice low and husky. She giggled, and said, "Whatever shall I do with you?"
"Whatever you want, my Princess," Finn said, bowing his head to her. His forehead brushed against her chin. "I'm yours."
She tilted her head, and brought her lips against his forehead. His thick hair rose up around her face in wavy curls, and her kiss was softer than freshly fallen snow. "I know," she said. And then, "Thank you."
Finn glanced up, eyes wide at this, but her mouth was already upon his lips, and she kissed him, long and sweet and hungrily, as full of passion as any. She moved in her currents and tides, and now they were all swarming around Finn, who had so eagerly given himself to her.
"My boy," she murmured into his mouth. "My knight. My Finn."
Again she kissed him, again and again, until at last she set him down, still holding him by the hand. "Come along!" She said brightly. "It is a long day. Let us attend to it."
Finn giggled, and let her lead him, as he did in so many things.