A.N. In celebration of Bubbline being officially cannon, yes it has been confirmed by Marceline's voice actress in an interview, I have decided to release this chapter a week early! So here is a bit more fluff for you fluff lovers, but there is also a lot of sexual tension as they are trying to figure out what they are going to do so oh la la! Here ya go everyone! Enjoy! Next chapter is going to be very very VERY interesting with some emotional stuff happening and a lot of fluff related to comforting, Hell, maybe they will even kiss but you'll just have to stay tuned to find out! Okay enjoy!
Bubblegum's P.O.V
"Marceline…" I say as I knocked on the door ever so slightly hoping that she will let me in.
"It's unlocked." I hear from the other side. I open the door and slip into the room. I find Marceline agents the wall next to the door. I kneel down in front of her and take her hand in mine. In all the time I have known Marcy; I have never seen her cry like this.
"What happened?" I ask as I rub my thumb on hers to calm her down. She breaks into another round of sobs and I awkwardly hug her as she goes through the tides of emotions.
"I remembered…" She says through a sob.
"Remembered what?" I ask as I cock my head ever so slightly.
"I remembered what happened, the rock slide, the mistake, the pain, the blood." She states as she starts shaking. I embrace her once more as another rack of sobs escape her body. We sit there for a while just holding each other. "I never wanted to remember it…" She says with a shaky voice.
"You can't blame yourself for remembering something." I say calmly.
"But I do!" She yells back at me. She recoils her hands from mine and quickly stands up. "It's my fault that I got hurt in the first place and forgot you!" She screams as she turns her back towards me. I stand up slowly and prepare for the worst.
"Marceline, please listen to me. You made a mistake but everyone makes mistakes but yours do not define you. You're alive and that is all that should matter. I almost lost you! " I nearly scream at her. She slowly turns towards me. She looks so worn down and defeated right now, it nearly breaks my heart.
"I'm sorry Bonnie." She says as fresh tears escape her eyes. "I am so damn sorry." I walk towards her and cup her face in my hands and bring her closer to me.
"Why are you sorry?" I ask. I watch her face turn red as the heat of my words reach her ears.
"For worrying you…" She says as she rests her forehead on mine. "I'm here now." I give her a faint smile as she grabs my hands and our fingers intertwine. I press my lips agents her forehead and then pull away entirely.
"Everyone is so worried about you." I say as I turn away from her. The urge to be how we use to be is burning inside of me but I am unable to do anything because of the circumstances. "How are you feeling?" I ask softly.
"Better, you helped a lot." She says as her arms reach around my waist and hold me close. "I think we should go back down there and let everyone know that I am alright." Her hot breath agents my ear is enough to make me want more. She gives me a light squeeze as she releases me, making me crave her touch even more. She walks quickly in front of me as I struggle to keep up. Before we reach the dining room I grab her arm and pull her back against the wall. "What's up Bonnie?" She asks with a wicked smirk.
"Meet me in my room after everyone leaves. We need to talk and I also need try something to help you remember." I say with a wink. I watch her mouth twitch in discomfort at my gesture.
"Fine, but we do need to work on your wink." She says with a grin. I roll my eyes at her and hit her lightly on the arm.
"Oh sometimes I do wish you forgot your way with words." I say as I walk into the dining room. Marceline is quick to follow. Once she enters the room she is bombarded with questions about how she is and what happened. She quickly blows them off and we all resume dinner as if nothing happened. After dinner as we are all sitting at the table talking I feel something brush my hand underneath the table. I feel my face redden as I shoot Marcy a menacing glare. She then lets out a heavy laugh as she brushes my hand again. Suddenly she grabs my hand and our fingers intertwine. I feel my heart race quicken as the seconds pass with our hands together. I see Marcy looking at me with fascination.
"Is this too distasteful princess?" She asks in my ear.
"Not even close."
