A/N: Aware that 'You Made Me!' came after 'What Was Missing,' but I think we can all agree that two Lemongrabs are better than one. Which is better than none.
It was the cold breeze lifting tiny hairs on her back that woke Bubblegum.
Her eyes opened groggily, blinking as they adjusted to the first bar of a sunrise.
Her arm moved across them, and she rolled over only to wince—her shoulder stung.
Frowning, she moved her fingers down, scraping past her shirt to touch the tender area. The skin there was raised into two small bumps.
"What the math?" she muttered, cracking her eyes open enough to peer down. Her chin touched her neck for a better look.
There was a white circle sitting where Marceline had bit.
She bolted upright, staring at the rumpled sheets beside her. How had she forgotten?
She pressed a hand to her head, eyes bouncing to the open window. Despite her alarm, she couldn't help but wonder how well she had to have slept to forget.
She hadn't slept like that since…well, if she were to be honest, since Marceline had last spent the night beside her.
Or had tuckered her out, for that matter. She blushed, rolling her knees up. But where oh where had her friend gone now?
Her hands slid over the empty space of her bed, squeezing into the round edge of her mattress.
If she wasn't unusually up and at it in the morning—thank Glob for being made entirely of sugar- she might have thought the queen had escaped after she caved to sleep.
Instead, she calmly pulled herself over the bed, feeling the blood rush to her eyes and nose as she peered under it.
"Hi," Marceline said, lying flat on her belly. The shallow shadows around her were dim, and there was a look of sheepish discomfort about her.
Even though her stomach knotted with a hundred different feelings, a smile broke out across Bonnibel's lips.
"Hi," she murmured. Then, teasingly, "Should've closed the drapes, huh?"
"Well, since you're up and all," Marceline grumbled. "Sunlight sucks. Don't know how you can stand it."
"Hang on." Bubblegum awkwardly clambered out of bed, very aware that her underwear was somewhere across the floor. Pulling her shirt down, she made her way to the window, leaning out to close it—
"Hey PB!" cried an all too eager and young voice.
Her eyes widened, staring down.
Finn waved madly from the ground, Jake morphed into some sort of camel under him. Why a camel—
"Uh, hi Finn!" she replied, stooping in fear that her lower half was somehow making an appearance.
"MY CAMEL HAS STEPPED IN FECAL WAAASSTTTEEE. EEEERRRZRZHHRHHH THIS IS UNACCEPTAAABBLLLLLLEEEE!"
Oh.
"Lemongrab," she waved stiffly.
"Do you got that stuff to fix the other Lemongrab?" Finn yelled over the fit, his face contorting with pain. Jake's ears stuffed inside themselves, his jowls puckering.
The 'other Lemongrab' peered out from behind the original Earl, who was still screaming. A long sword was going through his bandaged head.
"Spit, I forgot—yes! I'll be right down."
She pulled the window shut, drowning out the rage below to the relief of her ears. She yanked the drapes closed and turned, watching Marceline's grey arms appear like some sort of bogeyman emerging from its lair.
She dragged herself out, black bra still askew and hair messy, her unzipped pants hanging low on her hips.
"Duty calls?" she asked, pushing dark strands from her face.
"Unfortunately," Bubblegum rushed, hurrying to dress herself.
"Yeah," the queen muttered, lightly kicking the air. She shoved her hands deep into her back pockets.
Bonnibel made her way over, brushing her hair furiously. "I'll be right back up."
And Marceline's face twisted in surprise as the princess paused to kiss her cheek.
"Y'mean you want me to stay?"
"I promised you we'd talk," Bubblegum said, straightening her crown.
"Okay," the vampire said, something of a smile working at her lips. It made her smile, too.
But when she left the room, lifting her dress to bolt downstairs, she felt her chest tighten.
She was raising hopes high. For both of them, really, but Bonnibel knew herself, and knew she would be okay if the outcome wasn't…pleasant.
A kingdom needed to be run at all times, and it was easy to throw herself into such demanding work.
But Marceline? There was a tough act for a reason. Not to mention a rebellious nature towards anything that tried to control her.
And a never ending grudge to anything that crossed her.
"M'lady! The Earl Lemongrab is using Starchy to clean his camel!"
Bonnibel rolled her eyes at the cries of horror outside. "Coming!"
By the time she got the boys back and on their way, it was midmorning. She practically took three stairs at a time rushing back, skidding inside her room and bolting the door.
"Whew," she breathed, shrugging out of her lab coat. She stopped, her ears perking.
The shower in her bathroom was running. And over the pour of water, there was a soft hum of words.
Words that grew louder as she moved towards the door, noting it had been left ajar.
"The way she says hell-ooo
The way she smells, oh
So fine
Bonnibel
Won't you give me the time."
She moved through the warm tiles, the trail of red boots and jeans and bra. The steam over her head swirled coolly around the shadow inside the bright yellow curtains.
The words flowed from her lips, softly bouncing off the tiles. Her voice almost longing.
"I missed
The last time we kissed
Oh Bonnibel…"
Marceline fell silent, her cheek almost touching her grey shoulder at the sound of the curtain rings sliding back and then forth.
Bubblegum staid where she stood pressed against the shower's wall, her body bare as the vampire's.
Marceline turned, her plastered hair framing her eternally youthful face. Her eyelashes dripped as she blinked, the droplets rolling down between her breasts, snaking to the corner of her hips.
Her brow rose, and Bonnibel's skin almost burned under those eyes.
"Talk later?"
The princess nodded.
A grey hand looped around her wrist, pulling her into the jet of hot water, and they reunited with a kiss, stilling the moment to a stop.
Marceline leaned into her, using hands on Bonnibel's rear to bring her rosy hips into hers. Bubblegum sighed, her arms wrapping around the vampire's neck.
Her fingers curled into her drenched black locks, and she pulled the queen's head back.
"You marked me," she scolded lightly, nipping on the exposed flesh of Marceline's neck. "Jake asked if I had Sugar Rot, and of course, Finn had to have a look."
The vampire laughed—breathlessly, which let Bubblegum know she was doing just fine-, and squeezed the princess's bottom.
"Is payback a witch, Bonnie?" she purred, tilting her head, giving the rosy girl's mouth even more access.
Bubblegum bit down, feeling Marceline's muscles jump. Nails pricked the pink, sensitive skin of her backside, and she moved her hands to ashen breasts.
She suckled, pressing her tongue to the pale skin between her teeth for harder suction. Her hands kneaded the full flesh of the queen's chest, thumbs gracing over their hardening perks.
And she had almost forgotten how Marceline's skin tasted, how her cool body warmed with every stroke. How she could make that heart not used to moving pound away under a tomb of ribs.
Like she's coming to life. Her own heart softened for the girl in rush of affection, and Bubblegum tenderly kissed her work. It was easy to forget how vulnerable a vampire queen could be, given her walls were down.
And despite the pain she must've caused, here she was letting them down for her again.
"Yes it is," Bonnibel finally, playfully answered, blowing droplets on her words. Marceline gave a lazy grin, a hand coming up to touch the spot.
"Unlike you, I'll show this off like the badge of honor it is," she said.
And Bubblegum swallowed her 'don'ts'—talk later. Instead her hands grabbed Marceline's hips, and she pushed her back, turning her sharply against the wall.
The vampire pressed her cheek against the tile, lips parted. Her legs spread the moment the princess's wet front met her back, and Bubblegum slid her hand between the ashen thighs from behind. Her other swept the curtain of hair over the queen's shoulder before it crept to the front of Marceline's pelvis.
Her lips found the vampire's ear. "Is that so?"
Marceline gave a low growl, tugging the hand on her abdomen lower in impatience.
Bubblegum pushed her fingers up and in, lifting her head to watch the queen's eyes close. The grip Marceline had on her other hand fell loose, and the princess rubbed down, finding that bundle of nerves.
Her hands synced, fingers pumping inside and in time to the tight circles outside.
A cry tumbled from Marceline's lips, her shoulders stiffening. Her hand gripped back down on the pink wrist she could reach, a demanding act for more.
As if the Princess even considered letting up. She thrust her arm harder, swallowing tightly. Relishing the control she had.
Marceline's capricious nature was something that had always excited her, but knowing that she could bend it, knowing that she could dominate; a throb pulsed between her own thighs, and Bubblegum pressed her forehead between the shuddering girl's shoulder blades.
"Bonnibel," the vampire pleaded.
"Yes?" she whispered, pressing an open mouthed kiss to her spine. She brought her teeth in, grazing there, and Marceline shivered.
And why couldn't she be submissive elsewhere?
Wasn't this proof that Marceline would let her take the reins every now and then? That she could understand when she had to listen?
That if the need be, she would let Bonnibel take control, even if just for a moment.
Bubblegum felt a soft flutter of surprise—there was optimism there for once. A reason why hope was perfectly fair.
A tremor ran up the queen's legs, calling her back, and Bubblegum curled her fingers, her other hand rubbing where she knew Marceline needed it the most even faster.
And oh, how she wanted to keep her on that edge. To have her teetering over into something incredibly wonderful.
She just wanted Marceline to always feel this much attention and care.
And only from her.
"Mine," she couldn't help but whisper, biting the lobe of the pointed ear.
Marceline locked up against the wall, riding ecstasy with a roll of her hips. She moaned, her head dragging down into a bow, her bangs sliding down the wall.
She pulled Bonnibel's hands up and around her waist, and the princess hugged her tight.
"Here," she murmured, pulling them back and more into the warm stream, and Marceline cranked the knob for more hot water. A wave of heat melted down the two, and the queen turned in her arms, eyes half lidded as she moved in for a hungry kiss.
"I missed you," she admitted, her usually powerful voice almost weak. And before Bubblegum could even respond, the girl's fingers were lightly rolling her nipples.
A sound weaved from the princess, hands coming to grip Marceline's shoulders.
The vampire's lips ghosted down her cheek, her chin, her neck, lapping up the rivets of water. Lower, her tongue flickering where she had bitten her earlier. And then her mouth was on her chest, nipping and sucking sensitive skin.
And Bubblegum melted under her, gasping. That tongue was too skilled, it's forked end too good. The mouth climbed back up in a mixture of teeth and licking, working right back up to parted lips. The tongue pushed its way inside to hers, tasting every inch.
A sleek thigh slid between her legs, and she welcomed it with need, moving her hips with a whimper.
Because she had missed Marceline, too. She had missed the songs that broke out of nowhere, like the world's most raging musical. Missed the way the vampire could get her so worked up, in this way and in others. Even when it was annoyance, even when it was anger.
Missed how hard her blood pumped in her ears, missed the way the vampire could make a smile erupt unexpectedly from inside her.
A hand pushed between the thigh and her wet heat, and Bubblegum shifted, looping arms around Marceline's neck again. Grabbing her hair as those fingers pushed in, riding them.
They parted breathlessly, and the queen's eyes were watching her, watching the blush that had to be blooming across Bubblegum's cheeks, gazing into her eyes and only blinking when the water overran them.
And she gripped the nape of Marceline's neck, thrusting against the hand and thigh that moved just as powerfully back, her eyes starting to squeeze shut.
"Look at me, Bonnibel," the queen whispered, and she opened them back up.
Bubblegum willed this girl to know, to see. To just know that she was falling right back into this with her. Plummeting at a speed that was so delirious and frightening that she wanted to scream.
She almost did, crashing head first into bliss. She strangled the noise in her throat, choking out sharp cries. Her knees bent, and Marceline kept her up, working her through the tight clench of her muscles, rubbing slower and slower until Bonnibel came back down.
She returned to Marceline kissing her eyelids, her nose, her lips.
And with a shiver, the princess realized how cold the water had gotten. Unconsciously, she cuddled into the vampire for warmth.
"We should probably get out before we prune into raisins," Marceline murmured against her skin, running a hand down her drenched pink hair.
Bubblegum nodded, and panting, let her head fall on the vampire's slick shoulder.
Of course, for all of her powers, Marceline wasn't a mind reader.
And if she was to know, then the moment Bonnibel had been dreading had come.
Actions had been made, but now it was words that were needed.
Past events to be looked over. And ones that had been put behind for a reason.
