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AN: Picking up where I left off. Some interaction but nothing too heated.

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Cover my Eyes

Chapter 3
Change the Color

By: Soifon


-Candy Kingdom, Royal Bedroom…-

I was barely given time to yawn before a pillow belted me in my face. The unexpected and petrifying act caused me to flail wildly, thrashing about in my bed as I gasped. Grabbing it, I tossed it aside, the piercing glare of the sun hitting my eyes like a battering ram, causing me to flinch at the intensity.

"OOMF—" Another pillow struck my face as I sat up gradually.

"Wake up, sleepyhead! Today, we're steppin' out," Spitting out several rather unsavory feathers, I heard the voice of the despicable vampire responsible for this rude awakening. My vision impaired by the bleariness, I opened my eyes slowly.

"Wha—where, why," I was so shocked, I did not even know what day it was.

"Do you always act so brain dead this early, dude? I said let's go," I felt a tugging on my arm as I was pulled from bed. My legs were not even thinking as I stumbled, falling to the floor. Marceline turned and looked down at me, sticking her forked tongue out at me from underneath her large sun hat.

"What is the meaning of this…this… DISTURBANCE!"

I was furious. Not only was she bothering me anew, she ruined a perfectly sound environment for my slumbering. For once, I finally was able to sleep without my mind being badgered to bits by the recent events. Remaining on the floor, I sat with my arms crossed, scowling up at a rather amused Marceline.

"Like I said, we're steppin' out today, Bonni, you, me and the sunshine," Sighing crossly, I closed my eyes.

"You and the sun are not really that compatible, you know," I chided under my breath, rubbing my temples, trying to wake up a bit more.

"Yea, neither are you and Finn," She countered, her hands on her hips. I suddenly glowered up at her. But I said nothing. She grinned that iniquitously debonair grin of hers, chuckling.

"Oh, score one for Marci," Growling, I stood abruptly, shoving her roughly.

"Just…leave me alone! I do not need you looking after me all the time," I mumbled, turning away from her.

Why was she always here? It troubled me that I could not hold my own thoughts to myself. My reflections were so broken and relatively discernible; that it garnered the attention of the least expected person I could have ever conceived to come to my relief. I cursed myself for having confided in her the other night. Though at the time, I was severely jaded and to speak to someone who at least knew me was somewhat reassuring. But her of all people in the Land of Ooo. Really?

I heard no response from the vampire. Opening my eyes that I had not realized I closed during my mental diatribe, I surveyed the room and she was nowhere to be found. Letting out a sigh of relief at my sudden and much anticipated solitude, I smiled. I spoke to soon as thin, powerful arms wrapped around my midsection, entrapping my arms.

"Hah! Fooled ya! So let's go already, man!" I struggled amidst her grasp, grunting as I tried to free myself.

"Let go of me!" I shouted in protest. Her hold tightened, restricting my movement. "I will not go anywh—"

"But I planned picnic for you, Bonnibel…" She murmured softly against my back. I froze upon hearing this, relaxing almost immediately. Feeling a blush creep along my cheeks, her grip loosened as I felt her head tuck itself between my shoulder blades, my long hair an obvious cushion.

"A…a picnic? For me?" I questioned, unable to turn and look at Marceline, her grip keeping me from seeing her expression. I heard nothing, waiting as she continued to hold me from behind.

"…just for you," She whispered against my back. I did not know what to say.

"I know how…down you've been. Just trying to cheer you up," Marceline moved slightly, resting her chin on my shoulder. I felt my heart race suddenly. Turning to meet her gaze would make our cheeks brush. Thinking quickly, I looked away from her, praying to Glob she did not see my blush.

"Fine. Let me get ready and…we will go," I said faintly, keeping my gaze away from hers. I heard a low chuckle, feeling myself being set free as she let me go. Sighing softly, I dare not turn to face her. So, I continue straight to the bathroom with haste.

What was wrong with me now?

-Out in the Land of Ooo…-

"So, this place we are going, where is it?" I found myself asking her.

Marceline had not spoken much since we left the kingdom, humming mostly. I chose to walk behind her for obvious reasons. As my eyes fixated on the vampire in front of me, she carried a basket in one hand and a large parasol in the other, and of course, that axe bass strapped to her back. She donned her usual sun protection gear and in my opinion, she looked rather silly with her large hat and long gloves. I found myself giggling.

"What's so funny, Bonnibel?" I stopped, looking up to catch her staring at me with a brow raised. I suddenly lost my voice as I watched her. Marceline continued to stare at me.

"It just amazes me how you can still tolerate the sun, wearing all that," I put simply, crossing my arms.

"Pfft, you try being a vampire then. Besides, there's very little sun where we're going. Lots of shade and a little pond," Her eyes seemed to light up as she described the place. She then twirled her parasol and turned back around as she continued her walk.

Once we arrived, the area was lovely. A thicket of trees just enough to allow some natural light in surrounded a small pond, the sun peeking through the leaves of this otherwise subdued haven. I inhaled deeply and held it, thinking of it as a mental ball containing all my problems. I then exhaled slowly, imagining I was releasing that ball in the Land of Ooo and away from me. Of course, such a thing was not possible. Nevertheless, I can imagine.

I had been busy admiring the landscape, I had almost forgotten about the picnic. Turning around, Marceline was seating on a log by the pond. She splayed out a rather colorful and plentiful assortment of cakes, cookies, sandwiches, and other delicious things on a checkered blanket. It was safe to assume I was rather stunned. Marceline really outdid herself this time.

"Wow, this all looks…amazing, Marceline." I wandered over, taking a seat opposite of the vampire.

"Yea, got a little of everything here," She grinned up at me as I smiled.

The afternoon was quiet. The small feast was wonderful and I actually had fun. After these past few days, I could use more days like this. Days being carefree and relaxed without the tension. Time flew quickly as the night air soon walked along my skin. Marceline had made a small fire, the embers cackling and hissing as she poked at the orange and red blaze.

I grew awkwardly silent as I stared into the fire. The topic suddenly went to where I knew it would end up. I could tell Marceline tried to evade it and while I greatly appreciated her efforts, it was foreseeable. It was the reason she brought me out here: to help me forget.

"So, sleeping better?" She started quietly as I looked over at her. Marceline kept her eyes on the fire, poking it with a stick as she sat on the log. Moving to sit beside her, I picked up a stick and started poking the fire as well.

"Well, yes and no," I said, hugging my knees with one arm, the other burning the stick to ash.

"Gonna tell me why?" I fell silent again. Tossing the stick into the flames, I closed my eyes.

"I told Jake to tell Finn not to see Flame Princess anymore," Hugging my knees now with both arms, I stared at the embers burning. Marceline soon tossed her stick into the fire, the flames licking at the stick, setting it ablaze.

"So you did huh? Trying to keep him to yourself, are ya?" I could hear the good-humor in her tone. She was on the ground, leaning back with her arms thrown back behind the log I was sitting on.

"That is not it. She is a very dangerous princess." Marceline soon looked over at me, bewilderment running wild in her eyes.

"Wait, she's dangerous?" I could tell she did not understand something. After such a wonderful afternoon, I rather not talk about it now, the walls slowly building up again. Sighing heavily, I nodded.

"She is. Can we just talk about something else please?" I felt myself slowly growing irate. She reached over and grabbed her axe bass, taking a moment to tune it before looking up at me, smiling.

"Let's sing something, just say what's in your head, freestyle," Marceline strummed her fingers over the strings, a rich and powerful sound emanated from the instrument.

"But… I do not know—" She held her hand up.

"Don't think, just sing," Looking into the fire, I felt myself nod, looking over at her smile again.

"Good! I'll start," Marceline sits up slightly, positioning herself as her fingers continued to dance over the strings, creating a subtle harmony against the cackle of the flames.

"No wonder it hurts…to sit by your side," She sings low, turning to look at me. I felt my lips move as I sang back.

"Turned me away…so many times," I heard myself sing, looking back at the campfire.

"There's a different song I can play you tonight," Marceline sang once more, her voice strong and yet so light. The notes she strummed resounded in my mind, the words; plain as day as I sang without abandon.

"We don't have to sit here in silence," I sing softly to the fire. I soon felt myself move to sit down beside her slowly, watching her fingers on the neck of the bass.

"We can break the pattern, we can change the color," Marceline's eyes were closed, bobbing her head to the beat slightly. I was looking at her now, entranced as the color of the flames danced along her face.

"…it's just a little sacrifice," I sang back, softer than I intended. Marceline caught the faintness, looking over at me, her fingers never missing a beat. It took me but a second to realize that I was inching myself closer to her, the sweet caress of her midnight tresses along her face graced my bubblegum bangs just so.

"You don't need to worry about the others. It's all in your mind," She sang to me, though her verse was almost indistinct, I heard every word. The song suddenly stopped. There was no more music, no more singing. Cackling from the flames filled the air.

My eyes were closed, a hand cupping my face, a thumb so carefully grazing my cheek. The kiss was so light, so feathery, it felt like a dream. A really good dream. One that I would not like to wake up from. I felt teeth nibble at my lower lip, gasping in surprise as I felt her forked tongue ease its way along my own. I kissed back, surprised by my own actions.

Marceline then broke the kiss, her forehead resting against mine as her thumb continued to caress my cheek. We stared into each others eyes for what seemed like forever. My mind was reeling. I cannot believe I just did that with her! But…it felt so delightful, so intense, so…right. I somehow did not want this night to end, her close proximity now filling me with elation.

Previously devoid of desire and all things related, Marceline managed to serenade me magnificently. And serenade she did, unleashing something I thought I had long since forsaken. Her eyes held something unusual, something… wily. We remained hushed, relishing in the warmth of both the fire, tickling our skin and the afterglow of such an incredible kiss, until her voice broke the silence.

"Did we just do...what I think we just did?"

End chapter 3…