So, I had like 4 snow days, and I couldn't even make full use of them because of my head. In addition, I seem to have gotten a cold of some sorts, so i've just been a bag full of awful lately.
So, I apologize that this is late yet again. I swear I'm not doing this to you on purpose. Im trying my best, I promise.
Also... I went on a Sims spree. So, that was a good use of a collective 346239847923847937 hours of my life.
Also, I just downloaded the original Fable in HD on my xbox, so I'm super excited. It's AMAZING. The graphics are so randomly good, at least compared to the first game. I love the fable series. I never played the kinect one, tho, but I'm pretty sure it's not completely relevant to the series.I don't know if they're making a fourth, but I sure do hope they do. I love the series. I love this game. I've played it so many times over and over on my computer, and the fact that it's on my xbox now just makes me weep with joy.
And I play a lot of L4D2 with some of my friends, so that takes time.
This is mostly late because I went on a gaming binge, and I apologize, but we're all subject to it. You guys gotta know what it's like to just get so involved with your games it kinda takes over your life.
In other news, I have rediscovered my love of Breathe Carolina recently. I'll be going to Warped Tour (I think in Camden now, I had to do something on the date of the one i was going to before), and I saw Breathe Carolina was on the list, so I was like "Oh i used to love them" and I went to listen to their music again. A+
This beginning is super long this time, woops. But I have another question. What kind of music do you guys listen to? I know it's random, but I always like to know more about my readers.
Just one other side note, because i feel a need to add this; if any of you are ever thinking of wooing me or sweeping me off my feet, tell me you love Syracuse basketball. We're currently 24-0, keeping the streak alive!
Anyways, please continue to comment and review! I love them! You can critcizse things as well, if you so wish.
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~I'm Just Your Problem, Baby~
Marceline Abadeer
"So, are we all set?" I said, shutting the car door.
"I have a question," Finn said. "Why do you have a van this big at your house?"
"We're all good!" Marshall said, ignoring the question.
"Let's roll out." I said, starting up the car.
"Why do you-" Finn tried again. Nin gave him a subtle shake of his head, which wouldn't have been picked up by a human, but we all saw it.
"Some things are just better left alone, big bro." Nin said, pursing his lips. "You could probably get your answer just by smelling the inside of it."
"What do you me-" Finn said, taking a big whiff. "Oh my god! Marshall! This is disgusting!"
"Me?" Marshall said, offended. "Why're you assuming it was me?!"
"Because you're the only one in your family that... that... that did... that!" Finn spluttered. I snickered at his awkward clumsiness.
"I could probably confirm that."Bubblegum said, slyly.
"Shut it, you." I said, giving a side glance from the front seat.
"Does anyone else find it kind of weird that we just do a bunch of stuff without asking our parents anymore?" Jake suddenly chirped. "I mean, we are still technically just kids. A majority of us, at least. And I'm just a Prince. Not to mention, I'm third in line for the throne."
"Well, if my parents die, I'm the Queen." I said.
"Nu huh!" Marshall objected. "I'm the king if they die!"
"I'm older, you idiot." I rolled my eyes.
"I'm a man!" Marshall countered. "And men get the throne."
"We're not living in the 1800s, wheat for brains." I snapped. "What does it matter? We're old enough to know how to handle these situations. I am at least."
"Naw, I know man, but like," Jake said. "We kinda just got complete independence in like 4 months, dude. I mean, we were both still asking our parents to do stuff at the beginning of the school year, and now we're just off to kill a murderous imp."
"I think this is more entertaining ourselves than actual doing any official super business." I said, shrugging. "Marshall hasn't gotten to see anything die in a few weeks, he'll probably break if we wait too long."
"Excuse me, I have self-control," Marshall said, angrily. "And Tadaharus dead. So I don't even have anything telling me to do stuff."
"Have you ever been in fight with someone so stupid that it's not even worth fighting with them anymore." I said, raising my eyebrows at my brother through the mirror.
"No, why?" He said, tilting his head to the side.
"Do I need to bring up the unpleasant memory that you're self-control has already victimized a member of us?" Katie pointed out, sitting next to the girl in question. Frankie looked down, turning white.
"I apologized," Marshall squeaked. "And I still had Tadaharu. Your pets ate him, didn't they? I wont do it again, I swear. I'm sorry, Frankie."
"It's... it's fine." Frankie said, swallowing so hard that we could all hear it travel all the way down her throat. "I understand that you didn't mean to."
"You deflowered an angel." Katie said. "And they're my uncles, not my pets."
"STOP!" Finn shouted. "You don't need to remind her of it! Or any of us! We get it!"
"Yell at me one more time, see how long you get to keep your lungs." Katie said, menacingly. "I don't even understand why I have to tag along on this trip. I don't like any of you."
"Because, if you make friends, you wont want the world to end so much!" Nin said, cheerfully. "And then me and you can spend more time being brother and sister!"
"I don't understand you freakish obsession with being a family." She grumbled, crossing her arms and sinking down in her seat. "You're too much like our uncles."
"I'm still angry at them for turning me into jelly." I chipped, frowning.
"You asked for it." Katie snapped.
"It still wasn't very nice," I pouted at her.
"Uh, I don't mean to interupt." Gumball said, raising his hand as if we were in class. "But... if you're looking at her... who's driving?"
"I am?" I said, looking at him as if he had two heads. The steering wheel and gas pedal were working on their own, driving themselves while I looked back at my group. "Relax, Gummy. I'm old enough to know how to handle myself."
"If we crash, I'm not gonna be happy with you." Jake said, protectively putting an arm around his girlfriend. "Did you guys forget Lady's body's still built like a humans?"
"I'm not gonna crash, stop freaking out." I said, rolling my eyes. "You trust me, don't you Rainy?"
She giggled and nodded her head, giving me a thumbs up.
"See?" I said, making a face at Jake. "You gotta learn to have faith in me like your girlfriend. Lady is a true lady."
"Aye, aye, stop putting the moves on my lady." Jake said.
"Excuse me, but I have my own lady, whom I'm quite pleased with." I said, wiggling my eyebrows at Bubblegum for a second. "No offense, Lady."
She shook her head, smiling, waving her hand in a sign that meant 'none taken'.
"I'd still prefer not to crash," Katie said, her eyes half-lidded in annoyance, like always. "And I don't trust any of you. Espicially not you."
"I don't like you either." I growled. "You want me to let you out of the car now? I let you tag along since Nin asked, but you stay on my case and you can leave."
"Katie," Nin said, frowning. "I wont make you any brownies if you leave."
"I don't want your stupid brownies." Katie snapped. She folded her arms and sunk even lower in her seat.
"I'd like brownies." Frankie said, timidly.
"I don't care." Katie growled, and then mumbled to herself. Frankie pouted, earning more angry grumbles. "Fucking hate all of you."
"Love you two, baby sis," Nin purred. Katie's face turned angrier, the air in the van almost turning black. "Aw, don't be like that. I'll even add the chocolate chips to the brownies, like you like them."
"You better," She grumbled, angrily.
"Bro-con," Marshall snickered.
"Excuse me?" Katie snarled. Marshall went white. Er... whiter than he already was.
"Sis-con. He's a sis-con." Marshall covered up quickly.
"What the hell does that even mean?" I said, baffled.
"Nothing." Marshall said, quickly. "It was a joke. A bad one."
"I don't even get it." Nin said.
"Alright, alright!" Marshall said. "So how about them Broncos, eh?"
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We arrived at the young mans house at around noon. It was a Saturday, the ground was covered by at least a foot of snow. I had to bring my legs up in a huge stomping motion just to move anywhere.
It was a run down neighbor, definitely on the lower side of town. Most of the buildings around were abandoned, and the houses were all run down and falling apart. One house had caved in from the snow, but I think people might've still been living there.
"Wait!" I said, before Bubblegum could open her car door, I sprinted to the other side and opened it for her. I held my arms out for her, grinning.
"...What?" She said, looking at me strangely. She suddenly laughed and shook her head. "You're not carrying me."
"You don't have a say in the matter, my lady." I said, my accent rolling off my tongue. "And now... you can't walk."
"I hate you." She whispered, shivering in my arms My hands cupped under both her knees, my other supporting her back. Her arms laced around the back of my neck, her face buried into the higher part of my chest. "You smell good..."
"Such is the price we pay, as vampires, creatures born to draw in you humans." I said, as if I was telling an old story.
"But I'm not a human anymore," Bubblegum pointed out.
"But you still have the mind of one, babe." I said, kissing her forehead.
"Don't you too?" Bubblegum said, batting her eyelashes at me
"Who says I wasn't drawn in by you," I said, pressing my forehead against hers. "You, my dear, are far mo-"
"Stop flirting, we have stuff to do." Jake said, walking past us swiftly, his arm around Lady's shoulder, hers around his waist.
"You're the king of flirts, good sir!" I accused. "Why, I learned most of my tricks from you!"
"Ah, shut up!" Jake said, rolling his eyes and dismissing me with a lazy hand wave. "C'mon, kids, let's go get shit done."
"We're young adults," Marshall said, smoothly walking past him. "And we shall handle this siutation as such."
"We're just going to go kill somebody, no need for formalities." Nin snickered, putting his hands into his pocket.
We arrived at the door, everyone behind me and Marshall. Bubblegum was by my side (she had insisted I put her down before our man answered the door) and Gumball was standing next to Marshall Lee.
"Knock, knock," I hummed a tune, knocking on the door. "The axe is here, now wheres the block?"
"Ring, ring, ring" Marshall continued humming, pressing the doorbell. "Wait inside while we're all dying."
"Sometimes you guys are a little ridiculously morbid," Gumball complained, looking at us weirdly.
"And creepy." Bubblegum chipped in, frowning at me.
"Shut up, wench." I said, shooting her a playful glare. I leaned down to plant a kiss on inbetween her eyebrows, right before the door opened.
"Uhm... hello?" A woman said, answering the door. She smelled completely human, too much so. Her voice was cracked with smoke and her breathe drenched in alcohol. She smelled of various kinds of drugs, and I could see small little punctures in her skin. She spoke with a small drawl, as if she hadn't decided what she was going to say as she was speaking. "Who're you?"
"Mom! This is for me! I told you I had people coming over!" A young man's voice shouted from the back of the house. He marched over to the door, his large feet clomping along his way. He was dressed in a white beater and black baggy sweat pants. His hair looked exactly the same, but his face showed evidence of needing a shave. He looked a bit like his mother; same dark skin and hair, same brown eyes. But she was very short, and very... ill put together.
"You do know your father's coming over today, don't you?" She said, stepping aside slowly, eyeing us. "He wont like you having company over."
"He can go to hell." George grumbled, angrily. "This isn't his house. And if he didn't want to come, he doesn't have to. I don't want him around."
"Lord knows I don't want him around neither, child. He don't pay no child supprt, and you eat like a bear!" His mother complained, threw her hands in the air. She turned away and started shaking her head. "If y'all came here to get something to eat, you better know that I ain't feeding the likes of you, I ain't got enough money for that. Can barely afford to feed me and my boy as it is, that boy eats like a bear! Y'all better go to McDonalds or something, because I can't be dealing with a pack of wolves in mah house! And don't think I'm giving you no money! You pay for it yerself, or you get your friends to help you!"
"I get it mama!" He shouted, frustrated. "They're comin' in, alright!"
"Yo daddy wont like that one bit, George, you know that don't you?" She said, beginning to walk into the house. "Don't come complain' to me none if he hits you 'gain. I warned you."
"He hits you?" I said, raising my eyebrow.
"You weren't have to worry about that anymore, boy-o." Marshall said, putting a supportive hand on George's shoulder. "You're working with me, kid. And I don't let other people touch my people."
"Ah... thanks." He said, pursing his lips. "Come in."
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"So you're not gonna like... make me be a slave or nothing?" George asked.
"Well, no, the 13th amendment doesn't allow that." Marshall said. "And I'm not really into the whole 'eternal servitude' thing. We're a collaboration, not an organization. You help me and I help you. Not too hard, right?"
"Right." George nodded. "So what would you need my help with?"
"That's currently indeterminate." I said, folding my fingers in front of my face. "But it's never too much, not with this big softie. He'll probably make you help him move stuff or buy him ice cream."
"In return for immortality? Ice cream?" George asked, baffled.
"Young man!" Marshall said, standing up and pacing, mocking offense. "What I am offering you is not simply immortality. I am giving you power, and the ability to make your life something different. I'm not simply giving you super natural powers. I'm offering to assist you in life."
"What?" George said.
"How'd you like to be an NBA super star?" Marshall asked. "How'd you like to be rich, and be able to support your mother? How would you like to be able to pick any girls from a crowd and take them home?"
"You can do that?" George asked, surprised.
"I can do more," Marshall said slowly, grinning. "All I need is your cooperation."
Suddenly, the sound of a door opening and slamming rang in the room.
"Where are you boy?!" A deep voice shouted. "Come show ya daddy some love! I brought ya a present!"
A large dark man walked in, his skin almost as black as coal. He had tiny red horns sticking from his curly black hair, and a dancing red, pointed tail behind him. He frowned as he walked in, holding a bag.
"Didn't you know I was coming over today?" He said, angrily. "I know ah told you at least a month ago. Why yous got company over?"
"Dad... meet-" George started.
"Marshall Lee Abadeer." Marshall said, eyeing him with contempt. "Prince of Vampires."
"Marceline Abadeer." I said, licking my lips. "Princess of Vampries."
"Jake Wolfe." Jake said, nodding to him, politely. As was courtesy. "Prince of Wolves."
"Ah... I see..." The imp man said, frowning. "How'd you make such good company?"
"He elbowed me in the face." Marshall said. "Your sons got quite the arm."
"Hm, that's my son of course." He said, proudly.
"I ain't yo son, you just got my mother pregnant." George responded. "Don't be calling me something I'm not."
"Watch your mouth, boy, else you wanna get yourself smacked." His father snapped back, glaring at him threateningly.
"I can't allow you to do that, sir." Marshall said, authortatively. "See, your son here is now under my express protection."
"Is that so?" The father responded, tensely. "Well, do you happen to know who's protection I'm under?"
"... no sir." Marshall said, quizically. "But I can assure you they have no more authority than I do."
"I believe a Queen has more power than a prince, does she not?" He said, smugly.
"Queen?" I said, standing up. I felt Bubblegum touch my leg lightly. "Do you know what state she's in right now? She's no more than pup trapped in it's carrier. I've more power than that ugly twit, and you'd do well to remember it. Not that you'll need to for much longer."
"What're you talking about...?" He asked, taking a step back.
"You should've treated me better, Dad." George growled.
"You can't kill me!" His father shouted back at him. "The queen wont let you!"
"Really?" I asked, angrily. I snapped my fingers and my mother appeared, in her cage, next to George's father. "Do you think she's protecting you?"
"Wha-" My mother started confused, before she threw a nasty glare my way. "Marceline, what are you doing?"
"My lady?" George's father asked, confused. "What's going on?"
"I'd like to know that as well." My mother said, sighing. "Must you humilate me so, daughter? Am I not still your mother? Do I not deserve to maintain a shred of my dignity?"
"No," I said, icily. She looked at me, as if she wanted to scold me as a parent. She held her tongue, however.
"So, why am I here?" She simply asked, folding her short arms.
"Your charge here believes that you'll protect him from Marshall's new ally." I explained. "And you know how I am; I always need to be right."
"So you came here to flex your power?" She snickered. "We're more alike than you care to admit, daughter. But what's this about my charge and your's, Marshall Lee? Have you no respect for my authority."
"This is my new collaborator." Marshall explained, pointing to George. "His son. And your charge has wrong him. He wants revenge. I agreed to assist."
"You're much too kind to your underlings, they don't need so much assistance from you." She rolled her eyes. "You'll get taken advantage of if you continue to be this soft."
"An imp is not taking advantage of me, mom," Marshall chuckled. "No matter how hot-headed, I'm still in control here."
"Hot-headed and over confident, as always." My mother said, disapprovingly. My younger brother flinched only slightly, still hurt by my mothers stern words. "That'll be your undoing, Marshall Lee. It was mine."
"I'm not the same person as you, mom." Marshall said, tightly.
"You're still my son, and I don't need to see you making the same mistakes I did." She said, watching him. "But I can see your different now. You're no longer just my son. You're a man."
"I'm just an old boy." Marshall said, with a shrug. "Ain't nothing more. I just like to have fun, still, that's all."
"I see..." My mother said, trailing off. "Well... if you're going to kill him, please do it soon. I'd rather not stay here and embarass me any longer than I have to."
"My lady?" George's father said, surprised.
"What? You're no longer of any use to me." My mother said, flipping her hair and not even blinking at him. "And I'm clearly in no position to try and get you out of this mess. Take your death like a man."
"B-b-b-but...!" He said, distressed. He shot an apologetic look at his son and began to plead, pathetically. "C'mon, I haven't been that bad of a dad to you. Remember when I took you to that Thunder game? C'mon, you loved that! You even got a picture with Durant!"
"Marshall, sir," George said, respectfully. "May I?"
"You may." Marshall said. I imaged a pistol in my mind and it materialized in his hand.
"Thanks," He said, nodding at me. He held the pistol up, aiming it at his fathers heart. "After you're gone... me and Mom are gonna move into a big house, without you. And I'm gonna join the NBA, and you wont get no credit. And your name is never gonna be mentioned, becaue you weren't never there. I've told you before and I'll say it again; I don't need you."
"You couldn't be here without me," His father tried to remind him.
"And that's the only thing you've done for me." George said. His father began to speak again, but he pulled the trigger. A siver bullet sang right through his chest. He gasped, wetly, and looekd down at his torso. He looked back at his son, surprised and horrifed. George lifted the gun just a the tiniest bit and pulled again, sending metal through his father's forehead. He fell to his knees, his arms limp at his side. He continued to stare at his son until he fell, face first, onto the ground, drowning in his own blood. We all stood and stared in silence for a second, George's face dark as he looked at his dead father.
"Well," I finally said, clapping my hands. "Marshall, why don't you and Gumball handle getting him and his mom to a more suitable living place. Nin, Finn, Jake, you're on clean up duty. I'll leave you guys the van."
"Where're you going?" Bubblegum asked.
"Where do you wanna go?" I responded, grinning. I heard a snort and blinked, transporting my mother back home.
"Let's go home," She purred back.
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"Marceline," Bubblegum hummed into my ear, her lips grazing the side of my head. I shivered, her body in my arms. "I don't think we're going to make it to your room..."
"We can't do it in my front door," I grumbled. I pressed her up against the wall and kissed down her neck, feeling her goosebumps against my mouth. Her legs wrapped around my waist, her hands cluthed around the back of my abdomen.
"You're not trying very hard to make... progress are you?" She mumbled, her hands moving underneath my shirt. Her nails lightly raked my lower back, making feel like I was going to melt.
"Ah, right," I said, my voice low. We were in my room, in front of my futon. I was still holding her, but I had nothing to prop her up against.
"I hate when you do that," She said, gasping harshly. I dropped her onto the bed, unceremoniously. "Oi! That wasn't very romantic."
"Really? Are you that worried about it right now?" I said, lowering myself to my knees. She gulped, leaning back on her hands, her leps propped up slightly. Her hair was messed up, her mouth swollen, her eyes half-lidded. Her clothes were disheveled and we hadn't even bothered to take off her shoes yet. Her white jacket hung off one shoulder, the other sleeve rolled up to her elbow. Her pink shirt was hiked up above her belly button. Her jean buttons had been undone, hanging off her hips only enough to show the top of her white underwear. The shoe laces on her right shoe were undone, the left still tied tightly.
"No, not particularly." She murmured, staring at me intently. The heat from her gaze was enough to burn my cold, dead body. Her eyes still glowed bright blue, boring into my brown ones. I could hear her heart pumping, something I constantly put time and effort into making sure it did. I figured, I could make her immortal and damn her, but that didn't mean she had to be dead like me. But that's not important. What was important was that she was sitting on my bed, smelling of bubblegum and sex, waiting for me to touch her. "Get the hell over here, I don't bite."
"Ha ha," I sarcastically laughed, crawling over to her. She lowered herself onto her back as I crawled on top of her, my hands on either side of her head, my knees on either side of her stomach. "We both know you want to."
"You want me to, too," Bubblegum pouted, grabbing the front of my shirt and trying to pull me down. I stood like a statue, grinning. She frowned. "I thought this would go more smoothly if I became a vampire."
"I'm still one of the most powerful and ancient creatures in this universe, darling," I reminded her, raising my eyebrows. She grunted in extreme frustration, fidgeting her legs. I shook my head with amusement, leaning down to place a kiss on her lips. Her hands moved quickly, wrapping around my neck, holding me down. She forced my mouth open almost immediately, finding my tongue with hers and fighting it. I lost my breath. I breathed out; "...And somehow you seem to constantly over power me."
"You're gonna need to keep some of that power for what we intend to do," Bubblegum said, her lips pressed against my neck. "And you're gonna need to real soon."
"I can smell that," I said, taking a shaky breath. I looked down at her, all messed up and beautiful and seductive, staring up at me as if I was all she wanted in the world. I closed my eyes, feeling them roll to the back of my head. "God, you are literally perfection mashed together into one little person."
"Stop sweet talking me and touch me." Bubblegum commanded, her voice making my body move on it's own. My hands ghosted over her stomach, moving towards her head, pulling her shirt with them. She shivered, anticipating when my fingers actually made contact with my skin. She ripped her own shirt off, revealing her simple, normal pink bra.
"This is very sexy," I joked, smirking. "Did you get this from the super expensive section of Victoria Secret? I bet this hasn't even been put out in stores yet!"
"Oh, shut up," She growled, her voice glazed with lust. I leaned a hand down to unbotton her jeans, forgetting that they were already undone. I looked down, confused and fumbling with the button. "They're already undone, Marceline."
"Ah," I said, embarassed. "My bad."
"C'mon, c'mon," She cooed, as I began to pull down her jeans. I struggled, the almost skin tight jeans sticking to her from sweat. I removed my limiter ring.
"Fuck this," I growled, blinking. They were gone, leaving her only in her pink panties. I let out a breathy sigh, trying to recollect my thoughts. I licked my lips as she held her hand out near her stomach, and slowly removed her own limiter. I saw her eyes begin to glow red, slowly, still speckled with her shining blue. Her canines grew from her gums, making my arm wobble slightly. My mouth watered as I smelled her, but I could see her have the exact same reaction. "Bite me."
"Don't you wanna do it too?" She asked, innocently.
"We've got plenty of time to delve into that," I whispered, krooking my head so my neck was exposed. "You've got significantly less self-control than me, though. So you can do it today."
"Really? Can I?" She said, barely even able to speak. She couldn't breathe in, or she'd bite away.
"Yes," I said, and she bit me without any hesitation. It hurt for a second, as her teeth made its way past my hard skin. Bathump. I was met with europhia as she began to run her tongue along the inserts in my neck. My unnatural blood flooded out, almost as if it would rather be inside her than me. I couldn't breathe, her teeth had awkwardly punctured my jugular. Her hands grabbed the front of my shirt, forcing me down to press my body against her. Her legs wrapped around mine, one of them rubbing up and down my calf. My body was tensed and relaxed at the same time, my senses haywired but focused on every movement my younger girlfriend made.
She drank as if she would die, although that was impossible. My hands slipped from beneath me and I fell to my elbows. I felt my body getting weak as she continued to sap my energy, but I said nothing.
With a pop! she removed herself, quickly. We both breathed heavily, mine horse and raggedy from my healing throat.
"I almost killed you." She said, breathlessly. She licked the remaining liquid off her lips, slowly. I watched the small mass of muscle moving in her mouth, entranced.
"That's not possible." I reminded her, feeling weaker than usual. "You did drain me quite a bit though."
"I'm sorry," She apologized, sheepishly. "I didn't mean to... to... well, you know."
"To drain me of every ounce of blood I have left in my body?" I said, raising an eyebrow. She frowned, I smirked. "It's fine, really. I'm not that fragile."
"But I still feel bad," She said, still unhappy but still delicious smelling.
"You must be terribly bloated," I noted, running my nose against her neck. "Perhaps we should work off some of those extra calories you just took."
"You can barely lift yourself up," Bubblegum objected.
"That is not true," I said, frowning. I lifted myself back onto my palms for show. I untangled my legs from hers and straightening them so that just my toes were on the ground, and began pushing up and down with my arms. "1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16..."
"Alright, alright," Bubblegum giggled, her laugh dancing like fairies in my ears. The good kind of fairies, not the annoying ones. "I see your point. And your arms... my god, you get anymore fit and I'm never going to be able to function."
"Hmmm?" I hummed, chuckling. "You're really a sucker for a toned girl, aren't ya?"
"Let me touch your cheese grater again," She purred back, running her hands over my abdonimal muscles. She let out a low grumbling sound of approval from her throat. "You are literally perfectly built."
"I beg to differ," I growled, hungrily. "One of us is definitely better built in the feminine category."
"Should we compare?" Bubblegum asked, batting her eyelashes innocently. "You'd have to get undressed as well, you know."
"Ah... I see where you're going with this." I grinned, removing my own shirt. "Shall we?"
"You. Are. Godly." She hissed, feeling my body. "Touch me."
"With pleasure." I grinned.
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alecita122: CONTINUE i SHALL!
30394: Why is Finn so bitchy? I 'unno, puberty? Horomones? People can get bitchy sometimes, outa nowhere, even me. Madoka Magica is the trippiest shit man, just thinking about it makes me wanna lay down and do nothing for years. Man, I can't with that anime.
Diana Campos21500: Well, wait no longer.
Guest: You know, a little while after I posted it, I kind of regretted NOT. It's possible you'll see an extra chapter later in the future just about that. It'll be short, and probably in the middle of an actual update.
shadoney2122: Aw man, I don't condone the use of drugs, but I'm flattered.
dragonzatch: Looks like my fishing was succesful! Yet another reader!
rundownSabEr: And I've been anxiously for your comment! Marceline can be pretty scary, eh? But only when you make her mad, right?
: I hope I feel better soon as well! I'm glad I could be one of your favorites. I work hard for this moment.
Liber-T.E.A: Ssssssssssssssssh. Let it happen. Sssssh. it's okay. Sssssh.
Skye: This can be attributed to the fact that it was written prior to and after the Cuse/Duke basketball game which I had the ultimate pleasure of being at. And I love basketball. I can't play it at all, but I love watching it. Dead Island, eh? I actually DID just download it, but I'm not HUGE on zombie games, so I likely wont play it unless my friends want me to play with them.
The Song Has Spoken: Yeah, it's a weird cliffhanger. I had wanted to add more, but I also didn't want to leave the chapter until a week later, and that's what I saw happening ith my head and all. Injury got me all messed up, man.
THE DARK HOUND: I'm your favorite human? That's so flattering c: I'll do my best to keep the title.
