"Ho-ly shit, Bonnie."

Bonnie hadn't really thought of her friends that much over the weekend. Being far too preoccupied with having her girlfriend stay over, waking the groggy omega up with a far better incentive than a hearty breakfast or a pleading 'please, for me?'. Most of the weekend had been spent with Marceline showing Bonnibel more Disney films which naturally resulted in Bonnibel getting bored during the slower parts of the film and choosing to make out with her rather than watch the movie.

So, of course, when Jake had sidled up to her with a slack-jawed expression on his face, she curiously followed his gaze to her currently very marked and very scented girlfriend on the other side of the cafeteria, talking animatedly (and cutely) to Keila. God.

"You really did a number on her, huh?" He glanced down at her, face still full of amazement (if that's even what that was, honestly it could've just been absolute bewilderment, Bonnibel wouldn't blame him). He tutted. "Poor thing."

Bonnibel rolled her eyes. "She's persistent," she lied. The adjective she wanted to use was annoying. But that was just mean; being in heat wasn't Marceline's fault.

"What'd your parents say, then? Surely they found out that you, uh…" he peered back over at Marceline, taking in her prettily pale neck littered with red and brown hickeys. "Y'know. Did that."

Bonnibel narrowed her eyes at Marceline. "They seem okay with it." She shrugged a shoulder. "D'you think the alpha's will stop staring at her now?"

Jake arched a brow. "Jealous, Bonnibel?"

"Of course I am," she growled lowly. "From day one everyone's been staring at her like a piece of damn meat."

"I'm sure they've gotten your message," Jake patted her shoulder, spinning on his heel as he made to leave. "Loud and oh-so-very clear, Bonnie."

"I still can't believe you believed that your heat would last weeks." Keila teased Marceline, poking the omega in the rib just because she could. "Imagine that. Heats lasting three weeks every month. The alpha's would go insane, Marceline,"

Marceline crossed her arms over her chest and huffed despite the traitorous blush creeping up her neck. "Yeah, well, I'm homeschooled. Bonnie told me my heat came late because I wasn't brought up around unmated alphas."

Keila clucked her tongue. "Speaking of," she leaned in, looping her arm with Marceline's and narrowing her eyes at Marceline's now pink neck. "You two enjoying yourselves?"

The blush raged. "Shut up."

"You know, she'd kill you if she knotted you. I've heard dominant alpha's are hung and-,"

"Dude," Marceline shoved Keila away playfully, trying to smile around the heat that surged between her legs. "How do you even know that she hasn't? Or is that another thing you alphas just know about?"

Keila gave her a sly smile. "Well, for starters, you're not dead. And… you're not walking like you've had a pole shoved up your ass. Trust me, Bonnibel is cold blooded and would ravage you the moment she gets into a rut."

"Rut?"

"Yeah. Fuck, man, I forget you're new to this whole thing. It's like a mini heat for alphas. We get them if we're around omegas that are in heat for too long."

Marceline swallowed. Bonnibel had been spending a lot of time with her. "Does that- Hm," she side eyed her friend. "Could Bonnie get into a rut if… well-,"

"Marce, babe, I'm surprised she hasn't already. I bet she's waiting to jump you or something, knowing her." Keila hummed. "Maybe you should go over there, anyway. She's been ogling you for the past ten minutes from her table."

Marceline blinked and glanced up at the table in question. Sure enough, Bonnibel's eyes were trained on Marceline. Or, well, her neck. Of course her neck. Everyone else had been staring at the hickeys Bonnibel had given her, why shouldn't she admire her own handiwork? They met each other's eyes and Marceline felt the heat in her body surge. Bonnibel just tilted her head and smirked carefully.

"God, stop eye fucking her. Go over there."

"Come with me," Marceline pouted. "I need your support."

"She'll murder me for even looking at you, Abadeer." Keila huffed, but she was standing up from the table anyway. "But fine. Guess being dead stops me from having to do the damn pop quiz later."

Marceline stood on wobbly legs and waited for Keila to dump the packaging of their food into the bins. Then she scrambled behind her and tried her best not to look at Bonnibel. Bonnibel, however, continued to observe, chin in the palm of her hand as she toyed with her food with the other.

"Hey, yo," Keila greeted a little too relaxedly, throwing a peace sign to no one in particular before she dragged them both down to sit across from Lady and Bonnibel. "I'm here because the twerp wants me to be here."

"What?" Finn gasped, sarcastically. "You mean you're not joint at the hip?"

Keila laughed. "Alright, blondie. You're lucky she's my cousin and I'm letting that slide."

The table blinked seemingly in unison.

At length, Bonnibel sighed. "That makes… a lot of sense, actually." She turned her gaze away from Marceline for the first time in fifteen minutes and sent an apologetic smile to Keila. "Sorry for thinking you were somehow going to steal her away from day one."

Keila tutted. "Even if I did, which, ew, you'd have asserted yourself." At Bonnibel's nod, Keila smirked. "Seems like you did over the weekend, though."

"Yeah, Bonnie, what is up with that? She looks like someone tried to throttle her." Finn commented around a mouthful of salad.

"Maybe she annoyed me too much and I did just that." Bonnibel grumbled.

"Oh please," Lady huffed. "You scented her and claimed her. Everyone's been talking about it. It's not that hard to find out, anyway."

Marceline bit down hard on her bottom lip when she almost told the table that, actually, she also did a lot more than that. Thank god Bonnibel continued the conversation.

"She's cute." The redhead shrugged. "What was I supposed to do? Not make sure everyone knows who she belongs to?"

And then something else was said. Marceline kind of just tuned everything else out, focussed on the fact that the heat in her was telling her yes she belonged to Bonnibel, yes she was Bonnibel's little mutt. There was also a tugging in her heart that told her, in a very similar fashion, that meant Bonnibel was her alpha. All hers. Bonnibel wanted to wait to knot her, Bonnibel was fine with waiting til she was ready for it, fine with just messing around behind closed doors. Marceline hummed.

"Hey, Abadeer, you good?"

Keila was clicking her fingers in her face. And Jake was sitting down at the table too, when he'd gotten there she had no clue, but she smiled at the people around her all the same. "'M good, thanks." She mumbled. "Just thinking. You said we had a quiz?"

"Do you want a ride?"

Marceline faltered in her exit of the classroom, glancing over at Bonnibel who had seemingly appeared out of thin air. She'd waited for her. That brought back the tugging feeling.

"Hmn, yeah, sure." She nodded. "I'd like that. I'm not going home, though."

"No?" Bonnibel asked, surprise lining her voice. "Why not?"

"Left my keys at home and my dads out for another couple hours," she explained as they left the building. "I was just gonna take a walk, actually; haven't really seen much around the school."

The conversation paused as they both rounded the front of the car to their respective sides. Bonnibel tutted when she started the engine. "There's not much to see, really. There used to be an arcade across the street, but since they closed there's not been a lot to do."

Marceline hummed in response as they pulled out of the school parking lot. Ever since lunch all Marceline had really focussed on was two things. Bonnibel was her alpha. And she desperately wanted to get her into a rut. Just because she could and it'd mean that she wasn't the only desperately horny one between them.

Marceline didn't really think anything of it when Bonnibel pulled the car into her driveway, just unbuckled her belt and made to get out of the car. Staying over at Bonnibel's house was quickly becoming Marceline's favourite thing; it meant she'd get to spend time with her alpha, get to kiss her alpha whenever she wanted, meant that Bonnibel could finger fuck her again and again and again and-

"You know I can smell your scent getting worse, right?" Bonnibel muttered, unlocking her front door and swinging it open. "What sort of depraved things are you thinking about right now, pup?"

Marceline bit her lip at the surge of heat the nickname brought. "Can we-," she shook her head no, shrugged a shoulder much to the confusion of her girlfriend. And then, "I wanna do that again. What we did over the weekend, I mean."

"Now?" Bonnibel arched her brow. When Marceline went to respond with a weak 'please,', her alpha continued. "I suppose we could. Clearly, you want to."

Marceline hummed. She hated the fact that Bonnibel always knew whenever she wanted her. Hated that all it took was a thought or a nickname for her alpha to tease her about being so desperate and needy. But, god, at the same time she absolutely loved it. It drove her insane knowing that she could just think about Bonnibel's hands all over her one minute and have her alpha touching her the next.

Bonnibel led her upstairs and into her room. This began Marceline's favourite part, watching Bonnibel shrug off her school bag, strip off her jacket, collapse into her desk chair, shooting Marceline a wolfish grin. "Come over here and kiss me then."

Her school bag was very quickly discarded on the floor next to the chair, landing with a thud that Marceline would've cared about if she wasn't so intent on pressing her mouth against Bonnibel's and moaning loudly into her skin.

There was a confidence within her that hadn't been there the weekend prior. Her hands wandered; brushed away the strands of hair of her girlfriends face, smoothed the collar of her shirt, dropped down to her hips to pull her just that little bit closer even in their seated position. There was no use in being shy now, anyhow, Marceline supposed as she found her bottom lip being sucked on, hard, before Bonnibel released it with a smirk.

"Would you like to go on a different type of a ride?" Bonnibel breathed, thumbing over Marceline's now swollen lip. "I'll be really gentle with you."

Marceline hummed, nodded, found herself being pushed away from off of her alpha's lap. Bonnibel was quick to undo her jeans and shimmy out of them from her seated position, and Marceline mentally made note of just how hard she was under her boxers, how there was a damp spot that Marceline desperately wanted to suckle on. Bonnibel patted her thigh.

"Take your jeans off and sit down, baby," Bonnibel mumbled, voice barely a whisper. Marceline obeyed, tugging off her own jeans and throwing them down with the rest of the clothes. Marceline then made to sit down on Bonnibel's lap, but found her girlfriends hands on her hips, ready to guide her into a straddle over a freckled thigh.

She settled there, prepared to obediently obey every command her alpha gave, eyes flicking between Bonnibel's soft smirk and the bulge that told her they were both enjoying this. "Kiss me," was hummed and that was all the information Marceline needed for her to lean forward, capturing Bonnibel's lips in another slow kiss.

The hands on her hips tightened their grip on the hem of Marceline's shirt, keeping her still as the thigh between the omega's legs tensed. The first whimper was accidental, merely an animalistic response at the simple action, but then the hands in her shirt tugged her forward, still keeping her down, pressed and pulled Marceline's core against her thigh, using her foot to push herself upwards against her, and Marceline swore loudly into her alpha's mouth.

"Do it yourself, puppylove," Bonnibel murmured, pulling her hands away from guiding Marceline and slipping under her shirt, fingers splaying over tense muscles and caressing her stomach. "Get yourself off on me."

Marceline trembled, ground her hips down against the leg, rolled forward, sighed when Bonnibel's hand travelled higher, finding purchase at her nipple. Bonnibel's other hand busied itself with her own body, thumbing at the waistband of her boxers and palming at herself through the fabric.

It wasn't long until Marceline grew aware of how wet she had allowed herself to get, her black cotton briefs doing nothing to stop her arousal from making Bonnibel's thigh sticky. She could feel the blush on her cheeks, tried and failed to stop her train of thought of Bonnibel getting mad at her for making a mess, pathetically whimpered out an "M'sorry," into Bonnibel's shoulder when her body finally shook from her climax.

Bonnibel simply shushed her, removing the hand from under Marceline's shirt to stroke back her hair and rub soothing circles into her omega's shoulder. "Wanna help me get off or is that too much right now?"

"You're not mad?" Marceline whispered, pulling away from Bonnibel to frown.

Bonnibel just laughed softly. "What am I supposed to be mad at, baby?"

Marceline pouted. "I Just- On your-," She cut herself off with a whine, shoulders drooping when she realised she still wasn't entirely confident on discussing topics she was so sure about in practise.

"Babe," Bonnibel leaned forward to kiss her softly. "I wanted you to ride my thigh with the sole intention that you'd finish. Promise I'm not mad you made a little mess, okay?"

Marceline hummed in thought before nodding, kissing Bonnibel back with all the gentleness she could possibly muster. "Thank you," She huffed. "I love you."

Before either of them could even register what Marceline had confessed, the omega slid off of Bonnibel's lap once more, this time finding herself plopped down right between her girlfriend's legs. Marceline thought her friend had rather nice legs, long and freckled and honestly quite gorgeous looking whenever she decided to wear a skirt. There was a little part of her that had always wanted to kiss them, run the tip of her tongue across every little freckle as if they were a dot to dot.

Marceline hummed, pressed a gentle and experimental kiss to the inside of Bonnibel's knee, seating herself on her own knees as she ran a hand up the other leg. The alpha's calves were toned, hard and muscular, but still soft to the touch as Marceline delicately took hold of one, watching Bonnibel's face for any warning that told her she should stop. Finding none, she hooked the leg over her shoulder, trailing kisses along her leg until she got to her thigh.

There was a still a sticky, glistening mess where she had dared to besmirch the soft skin. Marceline closed her eyes and made to run her tongue over the skin there, sighing when she realised the sweetness in her mouth was herself. Bonnibel tangled a hand in her hair, smoothing it away and out of her face so she could properly see her omega's face.

Kissing even higher brought her level with the alpha's boxers. She leaned forwards to press a kiss against Bonnibel's ever hardening bulge, running her tongue along her shaft through the material. Bonnibel's body shook as she let a sigh rip through her, hand gently pushing Marceline forward, closer to where she desperately needed her. Marceline must have recognised how close she already was, because one minute her mouth was pressing slow kisses against the tent in her underwear and the next she was hurriedly hooking her fingers into the elastic of her waistband, tugging and smiling as Bonnibel lifted her hips so she could discard of the fabric.

The omega wasted no time in kissing the newly revealed skin, taking Bonnibel in her hand and trailing her lips upwards along her length. Then there was tongue, tracing the same line she had done moments prior, and then Bonnibel was groaning and lifting her hips once more. Marceline's mouth never would never fail to draw her mind to a blank.

Bonnibel kept a white knuckled grip on the sides of her seat as her orgasm wracked through her, a moan escaping her mouth as Marceline hummed and swallowed with hers. For a while there was just silence, Marceline using her tongue to clean up both of their mess as Bonnibel fought to get her breathing even once more.

And then, "I love you too."