Yo! Sorry for the delayed update my friends. Me and my lady friend have been fighting do I haven't had much will to write. This chapter does contain lemons. As always, Enjoy!

I draw in a staggered breath. Marcy runs to the bathroom and comes back with a dampened cotton ball. She holds my arm out and rubs it on my fresh cut, it stings. For some reason I'm still not crying, my poker face is still intact. "Hey," She says and I look up at her. "Wanna like, go to the park or somethin'?" I nod my head and we get dressed in proper clothes for the cold. We walk hand in hand to the park.

The park's quiet, empty. Marcy and I walk over to the bench and sit in silence. It seems to last forever. I look over at Marceline. I see her breath being exhaled into the winter air and smile. She meets my eyes and I quickly look away. My fingers are numb, I probably should've worn gloves. I bring them up to my mouth and exhale hot breath on them. Marceline looks over at me and takes my hands in hers. She brings them up to her mouth and does the same, I can't believe this girl is mine. Marcy breaks the silence.

"Would you like to meet my mom?"

I look up at her surprised. "Uh... Sure. She won't mind us just dropping in?" I ask.

"Nah, it'll be fine." She stands up and starts walking I follow behind.

We arrive at a small cemetery just outside of town. Marcy walks up to a tombstone and sits cross-legged in front of it. I do the same. It reads 'Marceline Abadeer Mother of Marceline and Marshall Lee Abadeer Wife to Hunson Abadeer Forever in our hearts 12-21-93'

"Hey mom. How's it going? Are they treating you okay and all? It's been awhile since we talked so I'll fill you in a bit. This is my beautiful girlfriend Bonnibel Bubblegum, we've been together about 4 months." She pauses and looks over at me.

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Abadeer." I say before Marcy continues. She rambles on for almost an hour. Telling her mom how she got her F's up to C's and how she still hasn't heard from Marshall. This right here is my favorite Marceline. She's so vulnerable, so innocent. When she's done she stands up and tells her mom she'll be back soon and not to worry so much. I can't help but laugh at this. We start walking towards Marceline's house.

"Hey Marce?" I start.

"What's up babe."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"You just did." She grins over at me.

"Can I ask you another question?"

"Again, you just did."

"Stop being a butt." I lightly punch her arm.

"Alright, what's up?"

"How did you mom... die." I look up at her. "Y-you don't have you answer if you don't want!" I blurt out.

"Nah, it's cool, I never knew her. She died giving birth to me and my twin brother Marshall Lee. She had a hemorrhage, like internal bleeding ya'know. I still wonder what it be like to have a mom sometimes, maybe life wouldn't be so hard."

"I'm always here for you." I smile up at her. She smiles back and kisses me on the forehead. We arrive at her house and go inside. She grabs a container of strawberries and we go to her room. I sit on her bed and she does the same. "Can I ask you another question? Besides this one of course."

"Shoot."

"How come I never got to meet Marshall Lee?"

"He left when he was 18. Said he didn't need my dad or his money. I haven't heard from him since. I'm hoping on day he'll call or at least send a letter, ya'know."

"It's strange."

"What is?"

"We both have twins. It's a 3.333% chance of having twins. But better yet a 1.665% chance of being a twin and knowing another set of twins. That's pretty slim."

Marcy looks over at me. "It turns me on when you talk sciencey."

I go red. "W-what? Sc-sciencey?"

"Yea," She now has her face close to mine. "When you talk science and numbers, I can't get enough of it."

"He heh, oh well...Mhmm.." Her lips are pressed against mine, I feel her tongue slip pass my lips. I let out another suppressed moan as she pushes me down on the bed. Her hand moves under my shirt to graze my stomach as her lips trace my jaw then go to work on my neck. Eagerly I claw at her shirt, trying to remove the fabric. She pulls away and lifts her arms as I pull it up and off her head. She returns her lips to mine and her hands go back under my shirt to knead my breast. I let out another soft moan and I feel Marcy smile into the kiss, she then goes back to my neck. I inhale sharply as I feel her teeth sink into it. I feel her smile once more. I move my hands to her waist and undo her belt as she tugs at my shirt. I move my arms above my head and Marcy slides the fabric off. I undo the button and zipper to her jeans and she kicks them off. They land on the floor with a swish.

Marceline unclasps my bra and takes and erect nipple into her mouth. I elicit a small whimper. One of her hands traces circles on my bare ribs and the other goes to my pants and gives them a tug. I unbutton them and she pulls them down and off. With one of my hands gripping the covers above my head, the other moves to Marcy's boxers. I rub the outside of her boxers and receive a low moan. I trace up and down her shaft, I feel her cock twitch beneath my fingers.

I feel a tug at my underwear. "Take them off..." I moan. She complies. The lace is dragged down my legs and thrown with the rest of the discarded clothing. I grab each side of her boxers and slide them down to reveal her throbbing cock dripping with precum. I lightly run my hand up and down while Marcy rubs my clit. Her mouth moves to my ear.

"Do you trust me?"

I bite my lip and nod. "Yea... I trust you." She repositions me so I'm on top, with my knees on either side of her.

"Put your hands here..." She motions to her ribs below her breast. I comply. Her left hand goes to my ass while the other goes to her fully erect penis. "Now just lower yourself at a pace you feel comfortable..." I hold my breath as I lower myself down, I feel her tip reach my entrance. I exhale and slow my breathing. I keep going down slower and slower, with my hands gripping her ribcage, she's almost fully in. Both of Marcy's hands move to my lower waist. I look up at her face, her eyes are closed shut and she's biting her lip. All 10 inches of her throbbing cock is in. I then start moving up and down, increasing the speed each time. Marceline grunts louder and louder as I try to hold back my moans. She pulls out and with her hand jerks a couple times before she cums all over my chest. With my fingers I lick most of it off. Marcy flips on top of me and moves her hand to my inner lips. With one hand rubs circle on my clit and the other inserts two fingers. Within a few pumps I orgasm and she removes her hand to lick off my juices. I lay on my back panting as Marcy gets up to turn off the lights. She comes back to bed and we curl up and drift to sleep.

We nap around an hour before we awaking to the ringing of Marcelines's phone. She sits up and answers it. "Hello?" Pause. "Yea, it is. Why do you care though?" Pause. "If you want. You've never tried before." Pause. "Oh because 21 is suuuch a big deal. Mkay." Pause. "No. I haven't heard from Marshall." Pause. "Yea, bye." She hangs up.

"What's up Marce?"

"My dad, all of a sudden, decides he's going to take off work and come celebrate my birthday..."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"He has never, I mean never, taken off work for my birthday. He's some big boss and he thinks work is more important than me."

"Well, at least he's trying now."

"Ugh, you don't understand." She gets up and walks over to her desk. "It's like- He can't just decide when and when not to be a father. Like- Ugh! It angers me!"

I stand up and go over to her. I wrap my arms around Marcelines chest and bury my face into her chest. "I'm always here for you Marceline. Always."

In the next chapter we get to meet papa Abadeer, what do you guys think? Defiantly leave a review and let me know!