A/N- Hey guys, sorry about not updating. I wound up hurting my finger pretty badly so its a little hard to type. I'm anticipating this chapter and the next (not sure about the others) to have mature content. It's rated M for a reason, people. So before you read, remember what this story really is about (2 women, duh) and take into consideration how you feel before reading. As always, please continue to comment, it makes my day, really! :)

Six Months Earlier

The large oak doors slowly creaked open, a dim lighted interior contrasted with the fluorescence of the outside world.

"Hello? Princess?" The voice called, its feminine tones bared no resemblance to the owner of the sound.

Only one word described the woman who entered the castle: tomboy.

It was a name of such mysteriousness. A name that had so much tale to it, but one that was never spoken by anyone else but one other person. A person who had shattered more than the heart of the adventurer stronger than anyone in the land of Ooo.

"You wanted to see me?"

Higher and higher she climbed atop the tower, every room occupied but one.

The lab.

Princess Bubblegum resided inside, eyes glancing up at the woman to take in everything about her. The deep blue eyes, soft body toned from roaming the land, the long blonde hair usually hidden by a snow white hat; given to her by someone she had lost long ago.

"Yes, Fionna, I wanted to see you. It's been a few months already. I want to see how you're holding up with this artificial body."

The blonde haired adventurer pulled back the sleeve of her jacket, taking her glove off to show a fully extended robotic arm. A reminder of a tragedy of lapsed time.

"It's...It's taking some getting used to, Princess. Thank you for looking out for me."

The fair skinned ruler smiled, shaking her head airily. "It's really nothing, Fionna. You've been helping me defend the castle while Marceline is away. She always seems to be gone for so many months on end, it's sad."

"Then...If you feel this way, why not tell her?"

"I was the one who sent her away. You must understand, Marceline is one of the most powerful rulers of all Ooo, Nightosphere included. Sure, I have my potions, my brain, my knowledge. However, her brute strength and ability to control an army is surely what makes her able to fight those that threaten this very land. So she understands that it might be a while before she comes back. I guess it wasn't something I thought would be so difficult..."

Walking towards the woman, Fionna put her arms around Bubblegum, a smile resting upon her face. "No matter, PB. I can keep you company if you'd like."

"You already have been, you know. Every day you come here to check up on me, why is that?"

Biting her lip, the blonde shrugged her shoulders, a blush forming upon her cheeks. "I...I'm not sure...I-I guess I just don't want you to be by yourself is all."

The Princess grinned, and for the first time, Fionna's heart clutched in her chest as it began to melt from the advances of the person she had come to admire.

"I'm not by myself, Fionna. I have you. I feel like I've always had you."

Quiet.

Only the sound of two souls breathing firmly..

It was the Princess who had initiated the kiss, she was sure of it, but the adventurer was the one who leaned in first.

A jolt made the blonde pull away. "And Marceline?" The question was one not of uncertainty, but of carelessness.

"Is away, not here with you or I. Besides, she has always been gone for so long when she leaves. And when she comes back, I'll send her away again."

No words, only a smirk in the darkness.

"Good."

And with that, they closed the gap again, both getting lost in the passion of the moment. It was hard to tell who was dominating who, for both women seemed to have an unresolved form of sexual tension, both feeling something for one another that a current or previous lover could not provide.

They were quick to remove clothing, and at one point, Fionna managed to cut Bubblegum's dress with a swipe of her sword.

The woman's skill made the Princess moan as she quickly allowed her hand to venture low, a sharp hiss from the adventurer let her lover know it was a point of no return after this.

It started with something as simple as circles. Round and round Bubblegum went, her index finger teasing the blonde with every forbidden touch.

The act was sweet, slow, torturous, something neither of them had ever been accustomed to before.

For Bonnibel, it was a chance to show her skill on her level; she had been pushed to quicker extremities far too many times by the vampire. Faster. Faster. Faster. No heed to what she wanted. Only one way to make love, with pain. Yet for someone so interested in feeling every single aspect of the act, being forced to rush into a feeling she so often despised enabled her to wash away that want of pleasuring someone else.

And for Fionna, it was something that she had not experienced in such a long time. A feeling that welled up inside her chest, disabling her to breathe, to move, to do nothing but let a moan pass her lightly parted lips.

"Not yet, my warrior, there is much more I have left in store for you...By the end of the night, you'll have my name escaping into the air many a time."

The whisper in her ear made the adventurer shudder as she swallowed her heart back into her chest.

However, Bonnibel had not anticipated her illicit lover to take control; and before she knew it, it was she who was on her back, hands digging through blonde locks as she battled in a sultry kiss for control. Defeat was not her prerogative, however, it was the end result of their little war.

A smirk had been laid out on the blonde woman's face as fond memories came to her.

When Marceline descended from her spot in the sky, her still eyes never left the gaze of the Ice Queen.

"You betrayed me, you know," the adventurer finally uttered a breath, and it seemed under her words were a hint of lingering despondency.

Yet, her tone wasn't directed at anyone but the bitter ruler of the Siberian.

"Oh, I did? Please, remind me of how I did such a thing. For losing control? What about you? What about what you did to Marceline? What you did with Princess Bubblegum? You hated me so much your only way to get back at me was to fuck someone else? What, a damn desirous affair and suddenly you're on top of the world? You've got such a nerve, Fi..."

For a moment, Marceline's ears picked up on a sound that surprised her. She thought it had been disrupted by the assaulting strike to Fionna's cheek, but that wasn't it. She was sure her intuition wasn't wrong.

Watching the deceiver take a step back to examine her bloody nose, Marceline sneered. "Better go home now, adventurer. I think it's way past your bed time."

The woman spewed blood, a fruit punch grin as she rolled her eyes. "Really vampire? In case you didn't know, I'm twenty-five. Not three. And hey, at least I have a home. Last time I checked, didn't Bonnibel kick you out of yours? I wonder how many times you thought you'd be the only one jumping into bed with her. From what I hear, there hasn't been any one else who has made her moan as loud as I have. And from what I understand the only other lover she's had is you!"

Seething rage enabled the vampire to lunge at the human, the only thing on her mind was Bonnie, laughing at her for everything negative she had executed upon her lover.

However, this time Fionna was ready, and she slashed at the air, the wind knocking Marceline back, a gaping wound across her torso.
Hands ablaze with ice, Simone moved forward, ready to take on her nemesis once more. But the Vampire Queen impeded the woman in her tracks.

"No, Snow. This isn't your fight. It's mine."

The next time Marceline charged, she turned into a giant bat and grabbed Fionna, holding her up high.

"How should I send you back to Bonnie? In a million fucking pieces so she knows not to ever cross me again? Should I rip out your tongue and feed it to you? Or should I just leave you in a place where no one will ever find you, until you starve to death?" She went to deliver the terminating blow, but stalled when she felt a glacial impact on her back. "Snow...?"

This caused Fionna to take the paused moment into her own luck, throwing the sword into the bat's chest.

With a roar of pain, a once furred form transformed back into its demonic host.

They both fell to the ground, yet one stood up and the other didn't.

Blonde hair was pulled back into the hat given to her by someone with previous sentiment.

Walking away, the adventurer smirked, letting the Ice Queen know they would meet again.

"See ya...Simone."

Cradling Marceline in her arms, the woman whose heart had been thawed out over the years let out a scream that would frighten even the most callous of spirits.