.- Chapter 2: Two Way Street-.

As the hour of the meet between the two distanced lovers was soon arriving and the poor, pink, petrified princess, who apparently couldn't care less about the date was sweating up a storm, leaving a fuchsia stain on her carpet.

"Oh, my glob, what the plop am I gonna wear?!" screamed the fretting ruler. "Manfred, talk to me!"

"Oh, I don't know." chimed the suspended piñata. "You're naturally beautiful, I'm sure that whoever you're gonna go see will be grateful you came."

"Aw, thanks, Manfred. That's really sweet." said Bubblegum with a blush rising within her skin.

"By the way, princess, just exactly who *is* this guy? Is he a prince? Is he rich? Is he cool?"

The floating piñata seemed to be on rapid fire with his constant nagging questions, leading to Bubblegum blushing even harder.

"That's for me to know, and you to *never* find out." replied the princess, trying to play off her feelings.

"Blech, secrets are the devil's playing cards, princess. He'll have you in a sticky, little web that will come crashing down, obstructing your everyday patterns and then finally, causing a total mental shutdown, but have fun tonight!" said the usually jovial piñata in a dark tone, frightening the princess.

"Um, wow, Manfred, that was... something." said Bonnibel, shuddering.

"Anytime, Princess!" said Manfred, returning to his usual happy tone.

As Manfred fell from the ceiling and hopped away, Princess Bubblegum couldn't help but to contemplate just exactly how she would tell her kingdom that she was dating a vampire, and a female one at that. The secret would eventually be out, so she squirmed at the thought of not being careful and getting caught.

"She'd always been a good girl; that vampire must have hypnotized her, they'll say."

Those thoughts plagued her mind as she proceeded to apply her make-up sloppily, then restarting as she found out that her mascara was too thick or her eyeliner was below her actual eye.

"I've got to figure something out. The stress of it all is gonna kill me!"

Meanwhile...

"Look, Simon-" said a disgruntled Marceline. "I'm going somewhere special with Princess Bubblegum and I swear, if you show up, I'll bop you in the nose!"

"Fine, fine." responded Simon "But, can I get a clue where you're going, in case I need to rescue you, of course!"

"That's on a "need-to-know" basis, and you definitely do not need to know."

"But Marcy, I think that this would help me and my song writing. I need more inspiration. I mean, what I have is good, of course it's not high level stuff like you, but you'll get the point. Now here's that darn keyboard."

"Ugh, Simon, I-"

"BUBBLEGUM, YOU LOOK LIKE ALOT OF FUN! BUBBLEGUM, PLEASE BE MY CHUM! BUBBLEGUM, YOU MAKE ME CU-"

"SIMON, if you finish those words, they will be your last!" growled Marceline with great intensity.

"Yikes, I didn't think they were that bad, Marc. You need to calm down. Here, have some soda."

"Can you just get out so I can finish getting ready?"

"But this is my ice castle and I-"

Marceline transformed into a monster of the blackest black with razor-sharp teeth and bared those teeth with great animosity. The mere sight caused the Ice King to soil his tunic.

"I'll just... go."

Having accepted defeat, the Ice King left Marceline with arms-folded levitating in the air and went to pester Gunter.

"Okay, Gunter, today, we're gonna play secret agent. I want you to go spy on Marceline to make sure she's okay. I wouldn't want my Grade-A lyricist to be... pushing up daisies."

Gunter responded to the Ice King with a blank stare, fully understanding his command despite showing no physical acknowledgement of his request.

"Good boy!" praised the Ice King.

Gunter's face twisted at being called a boy, as the Ice King was well aware of the torturous pain that Gunter went through during childbirth, but after all, the Ice King is the Ice King...

"Alright, Simon, I'm heading out, don't follow me."

"She's got her hair all done up, like she on a date or something. You think she's on a date, Gunty? Gunty? Oh, you left to follow Marcy. Huh. I'm just here... alone." pouted the blue man.

Ice King rapidly shuffled through some of his old song lyrics, hoping to find something.

"Huh, I wonder why she calls me Simon. I wish I could remember that story she told me..."

Meanwhile, again...

"Hey, there, Pinky."

"Marceline, I told you not to call me that."

"How can you be so formal?"

"We are on a date, Marceline."

"A date? Can you even call it that? You can even accept the fact that we're lovers."

"I just... I can't let anyone know."

"Oh, come on, you've been ruling with these people since forever and they love you. Why would something as simple as this ruin that?"

"It's not that simple, Marceline. A ruler has duties to the people."

"Like what, keeping up appearances? They should love you for you, not for who you masquerade as."

"Marceline, can we not? We came out here to enjoy ourselves, not fight. Let's just be happy with the time we have now."

"You're right, but that won't matter when you stop-"

"Marc, come on. Let's just enjoy the now. Sounds like something you'd say, you know?"

"Yeah, you're right."

The two would-be lovers spent the night chatting about adventures and wandering around an abandoned amusement park that no one knew about because well, it was invisible, hidden in mist of magic that shielded the entire area from anyone's view. They spent hours browsing all the park had to offer. They danced in the house of mirrors, watching their oddly fattened or slimmed figures trace their movements. Marceline transformed into something that resembled a lion while Princess Bubblegum playfully tossed light lashes at her, pretending to be lion tamer and lion. Bubblegum fixed an antique cotton candy making machine. They rode the largest rides they could, wanting to feel the rush of adrenaline rushing through their veins, wanting it, this moment, this love that they felt for each other to last forever. When they were almost exhausted from the excitement of the situation, the collapsed near a pier, where there were abandoned fishing rods.

"Marceline, that was a relief, not being cooped up in the castle or having to deal with Finn and Jake's crazy antics. It just feels good."

"Wow, no wordy passage about how you should be doing work? Impressive."

Bubblegum slowly snuggled up to Marceline, causing her to blush a bit.

"W-wow, aren't you afraid of being seen?"

"It's an invisible park, you plop." smirked the less-than-shy ruler.

"Okay, Bonnibel, I need to ask you a serious question."

"Anything."

"Do you care about me?"

"Of course, I do."

"As more than a friend?"

"Well, yes, honestly."

"Then why can't you 'honestly' tell your candy people what's up."

Sigh.

"Okay, I'll tell you what's up. A princess is a princess until she gets married to a king. A queen must then bare children to carry on the throne. We can't have children Marceline and if I don't produce an heir, there's no continuing my bloodline and if that happens, who knows who'll try to control the candy kingdom. Anybody could just storm in and seize the kingdom. Bandits, monsters, evil beings. The candy people would be in great danger and live in oppression for centuries to come and even though Finn and Jake are strong, without coordination, they'd have absolutely no chance at protecting the kingdom." said the teary-eyed monarch through bated breath.

"I had no idea."

"I don't want to tell you because that would be depressing and I'd-"

"You'd what?"

"I-I'd be afraid of... losing you."

"Why would you think that?"

"Marceline, I just told you why we can't be together, doesn't that make you sad in the least?"

"Nope."

"Nope?! What do you mean 'nope?!'"

"I mean that I don't care about that junk. As long as I can see your face, happy and shining, I won't ever let you go. I won't give up on you. Even if we can't be together, we'll still be friends. I love you, Bonnibel."

"M-Marceline, I-"

Her words were stopped by the lips of the Marceline. The lips that met hers were softer than she expect and had a slight cherry taste. This was her first kiss. Her first true kiss. A kiss with someone she loved. The two lovers parted lips and started intently into each other's eyes.

"I won't ever let you go, Bonnie."

"I won't ever let you go, Marcy."

The two lovers continued their show of passion. It was a show that had one viewer, however. It was none other than Gunter, who traced Marceline's trails throughout the amusement park. The puzzled penguin couldn't help but to stand still, jaw open, star-struck.

Meanwhile, in setting that's not too far from the other setting...

"So, Princess, that's how you get down?" chuckled the Ice King, peering through an ice crystal that lead to a surveillance crystal that was around Gunter's neck. "No wonder you could withstand my handsome advances. Don't worry though, I won't tell a soul, hee hee!"

The Ice King reveled in the wonder of his secret as he jumped on the bed yelling "I KNOW A SECRET."

"And what secret might that be, Simon." said a familiar voice.

"BWAH, Marceline, what are you doing home? I thought you were out." said the startled wizard.

"Yeah, but I got tired and now I'm here. Just came to get my bass and then I'm going home to take a long nap."

"Yeah, I'm sure you'd be tired after what you were doing." muttered the Ice King to himself.

"Um, what?"

"N-Nothing, Marceline! Hee hee! Here, let me help you with your bass."

"Thanks. Welp, I'm heading out, plop ya later, Simz."

"Yeah, um, plop you later, too, Mar-Mar."

Marceline let out an exasperated sigh.

"I told you never to call me that!"

"Well, you're calling me Simon and I have no clue who that is... or was."

"Ugh, goodnight, Simon." said Marceline as she rolled her eyes and slammed the front door shut.

"Goodnight to you too, wife-stealer." giggled the Ice King as he strutted around the halls of his castle humming "I Kissed A Girl."

"So, Gunter, does this give an idea for a fan-fiction or what?"

"Wheck!" cried Gunter, still shocked at her discovery.

A/N: There's not much about solving the Ice King's problem, but hey, give me a break. You know you'd fall for the mushy-gushy stuff, too.

Marceline: I swear, if you turn this into some kinda smutty lemon, I'll rip out your throat.

A/N: I'm saving that for another time, this story's smut free!

Bubblegum: Another time?! You mean, I'm gonna get smuttified?!

A/N: I'm just following rule 34, dear.