Chapter Twenty Eight: Lost In You

Marceline has been sleeping in Bonnibel's room every night for the past week. She sneaks in a little past midnight, then leaves and returns to her room at dawn.

The nightmares aren't as bad with Marceline around. They slip to the back of Bonnibel's mind. She is peaceful, she is whole. Finally. Having Marceline around is reassuring. She is safety to Bonnibel.

In the past week, they had done nothing but cuddle and sleep. Sometimes they share stolen kisses and feverish touching, but that is only on occasion. They rarely talk, and if they do, it's small talk. It's nothing big, it's just comforting. It's something Bonnibel needs after a long day of ruling. It's something she craves on a primal level.

There's a soft knock at the wooden door. Bonnibel smiles.

"Bonnie?" Comes the soft voice of Marceline.

Bonnibel rises from her bed and tiptoes quickly over to the door and opens it. The stone floor seems to steal the warmth from Bonnibel's body,

"Hey" Bonnibel smiles.

"Hey" The sound of Marceline's rough voice echoes throughout Bonnibel's being.

She shivers, but not from the cold.

Marceline is only wearing her breast binding and a pair of slacks. Her mechanical arm hangs limply at her side. Scars are spread all over her body. Flecks, gashes, and everything in between find their home on Marceline's torso. A depression of flesh that starts from her hips disappear into her trousers.

"Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to let me in?" Marceline asks.

Bonnibel rolls her eyes and sidesteps to let Marceline in. Marceline strolls in, her shoulders back and her hips sway. Bonnibel swallows.

Marceline smiles wolfishly and bends over to pick up Bonnie. Her cold mechanical arm sends shivers down Bonnibel's spine. Marceline marches over to Bonnibel's large bed and tosses her onto it. Bonnibel bounces up slightly from the springy mattress. Marceline climbs over her and smiles. Her hair falls over her head, revealing her pointed ears. Her arms are on either side of Bonnibel, holding herself up. Her legs are bent and her knees hit the mattress of the bed. She is straddling Bonnibel fully. Bonnie finds it hard to breathe normally underneath Marceline.

"Good night, Bonnie" Marceline smirks, her canines piercing through her lips.

"Good night, Marceline" Bonnibel responds breathlessly,

Bonnibel places her fingers on Marceline's collarbone. She traces the sharp contours of her neck and shoulders. Marceline's skin rises in goose bumps. She shivers unintentionally.

Marceline's body radiates heat, and almost instantly, Bonnibel no longer feels the chill of the cold hard floor.

Marceline let's her arms go out from underneath her. She straightens her legs and intertwines them with Bonnie's. Marceline's body enfolds Bonnibel's own, but she is not heavy. Marceline buries her face into the crook of Bonnibel's neck and shoulder and lets out a sigh. Her breath tickles Bonnibel's skin and Bonnibel's own breath hitches.

"How was your day?" Marceline murmurs against Bonnibel's skin. Bonnibel shudders.

"It was long" Bonnibel sighs and wraps her arms around Marceline's torso. She traces the lines of her lower back and Marceline shudders. "How was yours?"

"Not very exciting" Marceline mumbles. "Just training"

They lay silently for a while, until Marceline speaks up.

"Hey Bonnie?"

"Hm?"

"Do I have permission to...to…" She trails off.

Bonnibel smiles wickedly. "Oh?" She asks. "Do what?"

"You know…" Marceline pauses. "To kiss you?"

Bonnibel blushes "Yes" She says quickly, eager as always.

Instead of responding in words, Marceline props herself up on her arms. She dips her head down and lightly skims Bonnibel's lips. Bonnie shifts her hands from Marceline's back to her head and pushes her down slowly, forcing Marceline to kiss her hard.

Marceline lets out a surprised grunt but continues to kiss Bonnibel. Bonnibel eagerly opens her mouth and Marceline's tongue enters. Marceline's hands move to cup Bonnibel's face, deepening the kiss.

I love it when she does that Bonnibel thinks, drunk on the actions of Marceline.

Marceline pulls away and takes in a long breath. Bonnibel blinks as her heart races. When she opens her eyes, Marceline is kissing her neck gently. Bonnibel lets a tiny moan out, which only encourages Marceline more.

Marceline bites down on the crook of Bonnibel's neck. She drags her teeth down to her collarbone and Bonnibel squirms underneath her. Bonnibel's hands flail, searching for anything to grab on to. She loops her fingers through Marceline's belt loop and grips it tightly.

She pulls Marceline's waist down on her.

"Marceline" She says.

"What is it?"

"Is your back still sensitive?" Bonnibel asks as she remembers how jumpy Marceline would get when Bonnibel dragged her finger along her spine. That happened when they were younger.

"You remember that?" Marceline asks incredulously.

"Mhmm"

"Well… I would assume yes" Marceline says slowly.

"Roll over" Bonnibel commands.

"As you wish" Marceline smiles and rolls off of Bonnibel, her belly facing the bed.

"Wait. Actually, sit up first" Bonnibel says.

"Why?"

Bonnibel responds by beginning to unwrap Marceline's binding. Marceline gasps audibly.

"Bonnie?" Her voice squeaks.

"Lay down" Bonnibel orders again.

Marceline does as she is told. Her toned and well-muscled back fully exposed to Bonnibel. She drags a finger down Marceline's spine. That earns Bonnibel a shudder and a moan.

Marceline's back contracts, reacting to Bonnibel's touch. Hard lines form throughout her back. Especially around Marceline's shoulder blades. Her shoulder blades tighten. Bonnibel climbs onto Marceline and presses a kiss on the back side of her neck.

She drags the kiss lower until she reaches the base of where Marceline's neck meets her back.

"Gah!" Marceline says and shudders.

Bonnibel kisses the section again, dragging her tongue lightly across the sensitive skin.

Marceline lets out a high-pitched moan.

Bonnibel bites down on the skin and Marceline cries out in pleasure.

"F-fuck" Marceline moans.

Bonnibel lets out a giggle. "You're so sensitive"

Marceline rolls onto her back, twisting underneath Bonnibel's legs.

"You're so damn beautiful" Bonnibel sighs. Her eyes glance down to Marceline's chest.

Marceline looks up and meets Bonnibel's gaze.

"I have one last order for you" Bonnibel says, her voice wavering.

"What is it?"

"Take me" Bonnibel's voice sounds rugged and needy.

Soon, Bonnibel's night gown is a ripped up mess on the ground.

The night echoes with gasps and moans.

The next morning comes too early to Bonnibel's despair.

At her side lies Marceline. Her heart flutters. She had not left before dawn.

Bonnibel smiles with delight that her knight had not left.

Marceline shifts and sits up.

"Hey baby" She cooes.

Bonnibel giggles. "Hello darling"

"Goodmorning" Marceline says while she stretches.

"And to you too" Bonnibel responds.

"I have to go train some of the younger squires today. So it's best if I get going"

Bonnibel nods and watches as Marceline dresses. Marceline smiles and leans over to kiss Bonnibel on the forehead.

Marceline walks over to the door.

"Marceline, wait"

"Hmm?"

"Would you care to have a private dinner with me?" Bonnibel asks timidly.

"Of course. When?"

"How about we try for six?" Bonnibel asks.

"Anything for you, Bonnie" Marceline says sweetly.

"I love you" Bonnibel says with a smile.

"Love you too, Bonnie. Always" Marceline says while scratching the back of her head and blushing.

"See you" Bonnibel says.

"Don't stress yourself too much" Marceline says as she exits the room.

Bonnibel smiles knowingly and prepares herself for the day. She walks out of her room and into the halls of the castle. She strolls through the castle, whistling. Nobody bothers her, and she is thankful for that. She leaves the castle and begins to travel into town.

Various citizens smile and wave at Queen Bonnibel. She returns the gestures and makes her way to the blacksmith.

"Hey Broco" She smiles.

"Hey Princes" He responds.

"Queen" Bonnibel corrects lightly.

Broco laughs "Ah yes. Of course. I apologize, my lady. Are you here to pick them up?"

"Yes I am, Broco. You're an excellent blacksmith and jeweler" Bonnibel beams.

"You flatter me with undeserved praise, m'lady" Broco says sheepishly.

Bonnibel waves her hand dismissively. "It is well deserved. Don't be modest"

Broco smiles and shakes his head and goes into the corner of the shop. He comes out holding two separate bags. He hands them to Bonnibel. She takes them, and holds them close to her bosom in one hand.

"Thank you, Broco" Bonnibel says as she takes a gold-filled pouch and hands it to him.

"Not a problem. I am glad to be of service" Broco nods as Bonnibel leaves.

She returns to the castle. Bonnibel sits on the throne and takes the objects out of their separate bags.

The first ring she takes out is a silver band with veins of red and blue. This is for her own finger. The other ring is a silver band with veins of radiant purple. This is for Marceline's finger.

They are rings of marriage.

Bonnibel puts the rings back in their respective bags and sits back on her throne.

The rest of the day she sorts through trivial things: small arguments over the royal factions, land disputes between the rich and the poor, rumors of a thief city in the desert, unemployment. She moves from the throne, to her study room.

"M'lady" Came the voice of Peppermint Butler.

"What is it?" Bonnibel asks, not looking up from her papers.

"It's nearly six o'clock"

Bonnibel jerks in her seat. She looks up abruptly. "Already?" She asks.

He nods.

"Well then, these papers will just have to wait" Bonnibel says with a sigh.

Peppermint Butler escorts Bonnibel from her study to the main dining hall. Through the dining hall, they both walk up a passage leading to a balcony looking over the horizon.

A small table and two chairs rest on the balcony. Two candles are light on top of the table, so are napkins and forks, knives, and spoons.

"This is perfect, thank you" Bonnibel says with a big smile.

Peppermint Butler chuckles and gives Bonnibel a knowing look. "Good luck"

Bonnibel ruffles her light blue dress that falls to her knee. She adjusts the straps that have fallen off her shoulder. She sits down on the table and looks off the balcony. She nervously twists her fingers through her braided up-do. A strand of newly-dyed pink hair falls from the braid, framing Bonnibel's soft face.

The orchard is bustling with activity. Workers climb up ladders to retrieve ripe apples. Bonnibel releases a sigh of pure bliss. The sun is close to falling out of the sky, painting the sky varying shades of orange, blue, red, pink and purple.

A figure appears before Bonnibel.

It's Marceline, floating up and over the edge of the balcony. She's wearing loose black dress pants and a white button up. Over her shirt she's wearing red suspenders and a blue bowtie. Her hair floats in an untamed wave. Her chin is tilted slightly up, causing the setting sun to highlight her high cheekbones and severe chin.

Marceline sees someone equally as beautiful. Violet eyes surrounded by a up-do of pink hair take Marceline's breath away. Her dress is simple and beautiful, and Bonnibel's silver tiara compliments the whole outfit.

"You look amazing" They both say at the same time.

Bonnibel giggles and Marceline rolls her eyes. "We have telepathy" She grins.

Marceline takes a seat opposite to Bonnibel and winks.

Bonnibel blushes and looks away, towards the door to the balcony. A servant opens the door loudly and rushes through, two plates of hot spaghetti in hand.

Marceline grins wildly "My favorite!"

Bonnibel laughs airily. "I figured, since you only talk about training and food"

Another servant comes in, one hand holding a cup full of red drink, the other hand holds a pitcher of lemonade. He sets the red drink in front of Marceline and places the pitcher in the middle of the table.

The same servant returns with a cup in hand for Bonnibel. He sets it down on the table and smiles.

"Thank you" Bonnibel says as the servant exits. He bows his head in acknowledgment.

The duo dive into their meal. Marceline hungrily gobbles her spaghetti up.

"This is great. Thanks for having me" Marceline says through a mouthful of spaghetti.

"You are distasteful" Bonnibel rolls her eyes, but the edges of her mouth pull into a smile.

Marceline answers by drinking her whole goblet of blood in a few gulps and belches.

Bonnibel lets out a sigh "I can't take you anywhere"

Marceline smirks and sets her fork down. "I know, I'm an embarrassment"

Bonnibel finishes her meal shortly after. She fiddles with her fork on her plate. Marceline narrows her eyes.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"N-nothing" Bonnibel responds.

"Did I really gross you out? I'm sorry I'm rude but I thought you thought it was funny"

Bonnibel giggles at Marceline's poorly composed sentence. "You're fine, don't worry"

"Then what is it?" Marceline presses.

Bonnibel's hands move to the brown belt over her dress. Attached to the dress are two small baggies. She opens the one in the front and looks it over under the table. It's the violet ring. It's the right one.

Bonnibel rises from the table and Marceline's eyes follow her.

Bonnibel walks to where Marceline is sitting and drops to one knee.

Marceline's eyes widen. The color of her eyes begins to change faster from red to blue. They are ever changing, forever going through its eternal cycle of color changing.. Bonnibel knows Marceline's heart is racing, just like hers is.

"Marceline Betty Abadeer" Bonnibel says slowly.

"Will you marry me?" Bonnibel asks, offering the silver and violet ring to Marceline.

Marceline takes Bonnibel's hand gently, taking the ring from her and sliding it on her finger.

She pulls Bonnibel up from her knees and embraces her fiercely.

"Yes. Yes of course. Always. Forever" Marceline says.

"Are you crying?" Bonnibel asks, and pulls away from Marceline's tight embrace. When she pulls away she slides on her own ring.

Marceline nods wordlessly.

"Shit" Bonnibel says. "I didn't want you to cry!"

"It's tears of joy, Bonnie. Trust me" Marceline sniffs.

Marceline pulls Bonnibel into a kiss.

When they pull away Marceline smiles.

"I'm going to marry the most beautiful woman in the world" She says proudly.

Bonnibel blushes "I could say the same thing"

Marceline smile broadens and she examines the ring on her finger.

"It looks like your eyes" Marceline says slowly.

Bonnibel holds up her own hand to show Marceline. "That was the point. Mine looks like the color...er...Colors of your eyes"

"These are brilliant. Absolutely brilliant" Marceline beams.

Bonnibel pulls Marceline close to her again and hugs her.

"I love you" They say at the same time.

They laugh in unison, because they know that they were the luckiest humans to walk the earth.