10: A Shade of Red
Marceline was being terrible on purpose.
Ever since Bubblegum had given her Hambo back quite a while ago, Marceline had been noticing the girl's more-than friendly looks in her direction. And it's your own lumping fault she's being such a tease, Bubblegum…honestly could I be any less subtle? The Candy Princess questioned herself, and the answer was a resounding 'no.'
She hated to admit it, but the four years without Marceline had been painful and hard to bear; if not emotionally (it was hard emotionally) than at least physically. There were the two years that the Vampire Queen had dropped off the face of the planet, then the two years she was back, but Bubblegum was so insistent on denying her feelings and wrongdoings that she despised even to look at Marceline. Though, thinking back on it, it's probably for the best or I'd have two more years of desire pent up in addition to the post-Hambo-haze of all too indecent thoughts that have clouded my mind of late…not that her constant flirtation has helped any…
Indeed, the prim, proper, appropriate Bubblegum had taken to leering at Marceline every time the two crossed paths, and, since they were on decent terms, that was becoming more and more frequent. Every time she saw the thin vampire she couldn't help but imagine everything they had done in the past and everything they could do in the future. And everything her fingers could do and her shape-shifting could do and her wonderful, wonderful tongue could do and…glob! Bubblegum's cheeks had flushed embarrassing red, and she was sure someone (besides Marceline, who had seen already) would notice.
On this particular evening in Ooo, the group of them–Finn, Jake, Marceline, Bubblegum, and Lady–had all decided to have a movie night. For some strange reason (though the candy princess was sure it was through some sort of trick) the get-together was being held at Marceline's. She'd gotten a friendlier couch and a bigger TV, which is what sold Finn and Jake, and even got food that wasn't the color red for them to eat. All in all it should have been an ordinary, friendly evening.
If Marceline hadn't taken to walking. With her feet on the ground. Walking? Ha! Sauntering is more like. Swaying all over the place with those deliciously thin hips of hers just begging to be held and kissed and nipped and…glob again! Of course, Bubblegum was the sole audience to the upped sexiness of the vampire, as Jake and Lady were too involved with each other, and Finn (still) only had eyes for Bubblegum. Though why he's after me and not…All. Of. That. She thought, eyeing Marceline particularly shamelessly, I'll never know.
Marceline was wearing probably the tightest fitting clothes she had, and probably the skimpiest. Under the weak excuse that it was summer, Marceline had donned dark jean short-shorts, and a painfully tight, sinfully red low-cut button-up shirt that made her look simply amazing. Black combat boots went up just past her ankles, and all in all it was just so terribly, wonderfully, deliciously Marceline. The very tasteful and upright princess simply just could not stave off her thoughts any longer. They made her body warm and her mind fuzz over completely as she watched Marceline prance about, getting the movie all prepared.
"…Bubblegum. Bubblegum!" Her head snapped over to Finn, who had apparently been speaking to her while her mind had been wondering, to put it politely (which she always did).
"What? Oh! Yes! Finn! I'm sorry, what were you saying?" She saw Marceline smirk.
"I was just wondering if you've seen this movie before. Marceline says it's good, but I don't know if I trust her with something as crazy important as movie selection."
Of course. He was talking nonsense, as usual. Bubblegum smiled at him, finding his simplicity endearing. "What movie, again?"
This is when Marceline stepped in, placing some chips on the table and beginning to play the movie. She sat (actually sat) right next to Bubblegum, who was all too aware of the slightly-closer-than-usual proximity. "Oh don't worry. It's a totally rockin' movie. You and Jake will be all like 'whoa dude' over it…though our Princess here might not feel the same." She leaned over said princess to 'whisper' to Finn, and Bubblegum could feel the electric energy the older girl gave off. "After all, man, it's like, a horror movie!"
Finn's eyes opened in glee, while the pink girl's opened in incredibly appropriate horror. Every time the pair of girls had sat down to watch a scary movie, she ended up clinging to Marceline with a death grip that was far more than what was used on friends. That…that…Vampire! Bubblegum accused inwardly, as though it were the only correct and horrible enough thing to call her. That terrible prankster and…hooligan! How am I supposed to keep my hands off her now? She thought, and, mind in the gutter as it was, three compromising positions for the two of them on the couch popped into her head and this time, Finn did notice.
The opening credits and junk were still rolling so he asked, "Are you alright PB? You look a little flushed…"
Marceline jumped in. "You know, he's totally right! Let me snag your temp, Bubblegum." And quick as a whip, Bubblegum's head was angled into Marceline's chest and a pair of cool lips were pressing against her forehead, which only caused her to flush more, before realizing the inappropriate position and flustering away from Marceline, mouth moving frantically in failed attempts to for words. Marceline put on her dry tone (that would go way over Finn's head) and said, "You don't feel hot…"
The words dripped with innuendo. In fact, Bubblegum did feel hot, very, very hot. Like rip off all your clothes hot. She shook her head. "I'm fine, thank you Marceline." She said, assuming the peeved attitude that came out only around the vampire. She's being the absolute worst and I can't even do anything about it because Finn and Jake and Lady are here! But oh, glob, if they weren't…she coughed. "Just nervous about the movie."
Marceline quelled a laugh. "Well, you can squeeze me if you get scared."
Again with the dreadful innuendo. I am surely going to rip out my hair if she keeps this up. Or take her right on this couch, witnesses be globed. Just then, the movie began. It had some awful name like 'Terror Cave IV' or some such, and she was already fighting the urge to grab onto the much more laid-back girl sitting next to her. Because it isn't like we're watching this movie late at night and in a cave or anything like that. Whatever! I'm totally going to resist her attempts and just…suffer through!
Of course halfway through the movie, those thoughts were completely out a very secured and barred up window that nothing else could get in or out of, in Bubblegum's mind, anyway. She was clinging desperately to Marceline, arms wrapped around her neck, face buried in the crook of her neck, and seated completely on her. For her part, the vampire only had a loose arm around Bubblegum's back, not the usual full-fledged hug that happened, or had happened. The three others didn't notice the candy princess' strange behavior and sudden inclination to Marceline, however, as the boys were too wrapped up in the movie and Lady was burying her own head into Jake.
Marceline leaned down and whispered, "Scary part's over," and Bubblegum looked up from the safety of the Vampire neck, only to find some unspeakable monster jumping out at her from the screen. She screamed.
Pounding her fists a little into Marceline's chest, she mumbled, "Oh you terrible thing! You know I hate that!" And she did. In fact, every time a scary movie was watched, Marceline did the same exact thing, and Bubblegum hated that she fell for it every single time.
In response, Marceline wrapped her two thin arms securely around the quivering girl, squeezing, and tilted her head to the side. Breathing directly into a sweet pink ear, she asked seductively, "Do you like that, Bonnibel?" and she darted her tongue out to lick the bridge of the princess' ear.
This, of course, made fear fly out that same ever-secured and impenetrable window, and a far more pleasurable sensation came into play. There are far better things she could be licking with that glorious tongue of hers. She stammered out a shoddy, "U-uh huh." Because she did, ever so much, like the idea of Marceline licking her, there were just more private locations that she would prefer. Once again, she loathed the fact that their three friends were there with them so she couldn't simply dominate the vampire girl right there on the couch.
The movie ended, and Bubblegum quickly jumped off Marceline, stretching as if she had been there the whole time. Finn and Jake bombarded the vampire with overlapping exclamations of what an awesome movie it was. She just shrugged with a sly, "I told you so."
Bubblegum looked over at her and envied Finn's close proximity. Though she knew he was less of a threat than a vampire hunter, she still didn't have to like how he touched Marceline's arms or hugged her or anything.
"Hey if you guys still wanna stay, maybe Jake and Lady could pick out another movie!" Everyone agreed, and she plopped back down on the sofa. "Oh and Finn? Could you snag me some strawberries from the fridge while you're getting your chips? I'm hungry." She barred her fangs at Jake and hissed her tongue all the way out, which still frightened him immensely. As the three went off and became absorbed in their tasks, she leaned over to Bubblegum once again and whispered, "You know, Bonni…pink is a shade of red, too."
And just like that, Bubblegum burst. She stood up faster than fast and all but yelled, "Marceline I need to speak with you alone!" before dragging the vampire up the ladder and into her room.
When the two were alone, with only the moon to light the room, Bubblegum noted Marceline had never looked more beautiful (or more doable) even with that painfully triumphant and dominating smirk on her face. It makes her feel that strange hate-but-not-hate that she has for Marceline. The look fuels something she's never quite felt before, and her breathing becomes heavy. With anger and something dark, Bubblegum threw the vampire against the wall before she could say anything, and bit down animalistically on her neck.
A voice floated up from downstairs. It was Finn. "Are you guys all right up there? We heard a thud!"
Bubblegum, who had pressed Marceline's wrists harshly into the wall, growled "Tell him we're fine," and went back to all but attacking the vampire's neck. Something very severe had snapped in the candy girl. Her eyes were dark as her intentions, and she had had quite enough of Marceline's teasing.
The Vampire Queen was startled, shocked, and oh-so turned on by this aggressive Bubblegum, and had troubles finding words through the heat flooding her brain. "We-we're fine! B-Bonni just got scared and-and knocked over a table!" she bit her lip to hold back a relieving groan as Bubblegum harshly yanked her button-up wide open, hands finding familiar territory with a passion they never had before. Those same hands roughly yanked off Marceline's bra and threw her onto the bed.
The vampire looked up at the girl, who gazed down at her with such hunger and anger and pure lust, she whimpered. It was obvious how much Bubblegum had desired her, and the intensity of it almost frightened Marceline. Slowly, the pink girl made her way predatorily over, and Marceline whispered a soft, "B-Bonnibel…" Before teeth were working almost cruelly over her entire chest, effectively cutting off all coherent though.
"Four years…" Bonni practically snarled into soft, electric flesh. "Two without knowing where you were. Two when you came back. And now you think you can just tease without my touching? Oh no…" Her words were emphasized almost painfully with pawing hands and wandering bites. Grabbing the hem of the short shorts, Bubblegum ripped them down long legs, not even caring to get them completely off as the girl beneath her fought to suppress moans and sighs of arousal. "No…tonight, I'm going to fuck you Marceline." She said, using the ancient and vulgar word that Marceline herself had taught her. She teased devilishly at Marceline dripping folds, taking a twisted pride in how worked up she had made the older girl.
"F-Finn…" The vampire breathed out, suddenly aware of the company kept downstairs.
"Fuck Finn." She seethed. He had kept her from Marceline's body for long enough, and she emphasized the point by harshly plunging two fingers into an eager body and beginning and hard, fast rhythm which left Marceline squirming beneath her, fighting to keep quiet and enjoying everything all too much to keep silent. Bubblegum lowered herself onto the girl, sweat beading at her brow, and whispered cruelly, "That's right, Vampire. Scream. I want them to hear you downstairs screaming for me." And she picked up the harsh pace even more, bruising soft flesh over and over, only to have it heal just a moment later.
Marceline shook her head violently in protest, biting a lip and drawing some of her own blood with sharp teeth. "Don't. Bonni. Close. I can't…" She begged, clawing in delightful submission at Bubblegum's shoulders. The princess smirked, and with an added third finger and bite to a pulse point, sent Marceline over the edge completely, screaming her head off in sheer pleasure, back arching and floating up, hair flying around wildly.
"Marceline?" came a worried cry from downstairs.
Bubblegum became composed in an instant and looked down at the exhausted girl beneath her, gasping in shock of whatever had come over her. I…I…did I just…take her like that? Like a piece of meat?
"Marceline?" Finn yelled again, and Bubblegum jumped around, sitting on the side of the bed, gaping at the situation they'd been caught in as the boy popped his head through the hatch.
"Finn! No! I can explain, I–"
"Hey where's Marceline? I heard her yell like, super loud." Finn interrupted, glancing about the room and coming fully into it through the hole in the floor. Bubblegum's head whipped around to the bed, where a naked, spent, ravaged Marceline should have been laying, only to find the spot empty.
Bubblegum gulped. Then, in a voice she knew only she could hear, Marceline said, "Tell him something." The pink girl felt the back of her dress being unzipped by deft hands, and Bubblegum knew revenge was coming her way as those jolting hands gripped and pinched at her chest.
Bubblegum's eyes widened in the knowledge of what Marceline intended to do, and knew in present company, there was nothing the pink girl could do to stop her. She placed her hands together at her lap and brought her shoulders forward, hoping that and the darkness of the room would hide any signs of hanky-panky. "M-Marceline!" She gasped at a particularly shocking pinch of her nipple.
"Yeah dude. Where is she?" Finn asked again.
"She-she got a call from the N-Night-O-Sphere and h-had to go home." She managed to shake out. At the words 'go home,' she felt vampire fingers moving south under her dress, over her stomach and on to tease her over her panties.
"What? That's lame! Do you know when she'll be back?" Finn asked.
"No!" Bubblegum yelled, entirely directing the command at an invisible Marceline, who only chuckled in her ear (unbeknownst to Finn) as she relocated her fingers to under the girl's panties, causing a shiver to run through the princess. Go away Finn. Go away Finn. Go away Finn. In the name of Ooo go away!
"PB are you okay? You're being all weird and stuff…" Finn noted, taking a small step cautiously towards her.
"Oh! No Finn, I'm–" Two fingers entered her quickly and easily. "So––o good! So good! Glob!" She clutched angrily at sheets as coils of pleasure wrapped themselves around her stomach. I need this. I need her. Oh glob did I need her!
"O––kay…" Finn drawled. "Do you know exactly what Marceline's doing? It like, super intense in the Night-O-Sphere, man."
Marceline quickened her pace, pumping constantly in and out of Bubblegum, who was enjoying it much more than she would readily (or ever) admit. "You're liking this far too much Bonnibel." Marceline said, snaking her tongue out to lick over a sweet ear and biting at a pink neck. If they had more time alone, she would have drained the princess of some of that delicious color. She had done it before, and Bubblegum found it more than pleasurable, as did Marceline. But at present, she couldn't risk Finn seeing or Lady seeing later. So she nibbled and continued her pumping of the candy girl.
"I know what M-Marceline! Is doing Finn. She's doing…s-so good–!" Bubblegum squealed a little. "Sh-she's taking care of some b-business…long ov-overdue…" She said, breathing becoming heavy. "I-I'm sure she's going to come soon! Glob! Gonna c-come back so soon!" she was gasping now.
Marceline pressed a palm against Bubblegum's clit. "That's right, Bonnibel. Come. Come right in front of Finn."
The boy's brow furrowed in concern. "Are you sure you're okay, PB?"
"Yes!" She yelled out, her climax washing over her and blinding her to everything but the sensation of Marceline. Somewhere, she registered Finn saying something then climbing back down to the living room. She collapsed onto the bed.
Coming down from her haze, she heard Marceline telling the boys and Lady that Bubblegum was, in fact, not okay, and had thrown up so the party was over and the princess would be staying at Marceline's for the night.
Bubblegum smiled at this, but frowned as recollection of how she had treated the vampire washed over her. What did this make them? Right before she succumbed to pleasurable sleep, she felt herself being undressed and placed under the covers with an electric body lying down next to her.
A/N
I used the shade of red line. It was awesome. And smut-erific. What am I doing with my life... Also, is it just me, or do you feel like Bubblegum tops? This is one of my own, and there will probably be more to come soon. I'm having like a Sugarless Gum explosion.
-JD