Being in heat was soon going to drive Marceline insane. No matter how much she tried not to think about the searing heat between her legs she couldn't keep her mind off of how much she needed something, anything inside her. She reached into her bag and pulled out another lolly, adding the wrapper to the pile next to her notebook as she stuck it in her mouth. She was thankful that Keila hadn't thought it was strange when she'd stockpiled on bags of sweeties that morning. Her mouth felt empty. She needed something to suckle on, something to lap at and drool over without harbouring too much attention from her peers.
"You're distracting me."
Marceline blinked and glanced over her shoulder, immediately coming eye to eye with a scowling Bonnibel. She was always scowling. And damn it, it was fucking hot. "M'Sorry," She mumbled around her lolly. "Need it to…" She trailed off, tugging it out of her mouth with a frown. "Helps with my problem, y'know?" Except, now it really wasn't because Marceline's 'problem' only worsened whenever she thought about the redhead and she didn't know why.
"No. I don't know," Bonnibel muttered bluntly. "Stop snacking in the middle of lesson. Your teeth are going to rot and fall out."
Marceline opened her mouth and went to stick the candy back in, only to be sent another scathing look from Bonnibel as she lifted her hand to her mouth. She clicked her mouth closed and swallowed. "Uh, they're sugar free, if that helps?" She gave her a smile.
"Don't care. You're still distracting me."
Oh. "Hm," Marceline could only frown at that, glancing between the light pink candy in her fingers and the scowling freckled girl in the seat behind her. "D'you propose I put something else in my mouth?"
It was a completely innocent question. Marceline didn't even think about how anyone could take it in a different way, but Bonnibel's face paled for a second before flushing scarlet, eyes turning to slits as she sucked in a breath and growled out a low, "Excuse me?"
"I said," Marceline cleared her throat and hummed, watching as Bonnibel licked her lips and swallowed and waited for her to repeat herself. "Is there something else you'd recommend-,"
"Yes, actually," Bonnibel interrupted her. "But we're in the middle of a lesson and you should be learning."
Marceline couldn't really fault Bonnibel's logic, but she spent the majority of the rest of the lesson wondering what Bonnibel would've pulled out of her bag for her to wrap her mouth around rather than actually listening to anything the teacher was saying.
Go figure.
"I literally almost told her to give me a blow job in the middle of lesson," Bonnibel blurted, sliding her bag off her shoulder as she sat down at the table Jake and his brother were sitting at. "Like, who does she think she is?" Both brothers sat gawking at her from their seats, wearing matching bewildered expressions before she rolled her eyes. "Marceline."
Jake blinked. "So you are hot for the new girl."
"I wouldn't put it like that," Bonnibel huffed. "She's in her first heat, it's strong, she clearly needs someone to help her out."
"And you, being the useless lesbian you are, are head over heels for her?" Finn joked. "Seems about right. Glad to know you have feelings though, almost forgot you were capable of emoting."
"Har har," Bonnibel drawled sarcastically. "Also, ouch. I'm not useless."
From behind her came a snort and a second later Lady was sitting down between Jake and his brother. "You're pretty useless when it comes to love."
"Thank god I'm not in love, then." She rolled her eyes.
"She didn't even say hello to us," Jake complained to his girlfriend. "Just told us she wants the new girl to give her head in the middle of a lesson."
"Exhibitionism, Bonnibel?" Lady tutted. "Naughty, naughty. Though, I suppose you are a goody two shoes. Makes sense."
Bonnibel groaned. "I regret telling you guys about my problems involving the mutt."
"I don't even know who the new girl is," Finn grumbled. "Keep hearing about her, though. Apparently Keila's friends with her?"
Bonnibel's skin prickled. "You know Keila?"
"Mhm, she's in my english lectures. Pretty fun, why?"
"No reason." She shrugged. "Apparently she's dating Marceline or something?"
"So you are jealous," Lady grinned. "Oh, this is priceless. Does Keila know you wanna face fuck her omega?" Bonnibel clenched her jaw, trying not to entertain her friends thoughts. She was immensely aware that she was now definitely aroused, if the previous lesson hadn't already helped with that enough.
"I mean you could technically just scent her and take her, miss alpha alpha." Jake pointed out. "But that'd be mean. What if Marceline really likes Keila?"
"D'you think they knew each other before she came here?" Bonnibel inhaled at Lady's question.
"Wouldn't make sense, this is her first heat, she'd have-,"
"Jesus, it was a joke, please relax." Lady's hand landed on her shoulder. "Honestly? Keila's pretty chill, and, last I heard, very straight. You should talk to her about the newbie. Scope out the competition." She gave her a wink.
Bonnibel just rolled her eyes. There was no competition. At least, not at her college there wasn't.
When Bonnibel next ran into Marceline it was the end of the day. The omega was standing on the tips of her toes, tongue poking out from the corner of her frown, brows furrowed in concentration as she made to grab for something from the top of the row of lockers. Bonnibel tried her hardest not to laugh or make it obvious that she was watching her; many students were still hurrying out of their lessons and it would've been embarrassing if any of them saw her fondly smiling at Marceline struggling to reach for something.
And then Keila made an entrance, slapping a hand down on Marceline's shoulder a little too roughly for Bonnibel's liking, grinning at the omega and using the same hand to ruffle her hair and turn her around.
"What's up, Mar?" Bonnibel heard her say, feigning interest in waiting for the crowd to disperse so that she could listen in on their conversation.
"One of the alphas put my book up here," Marceline complained. "It's right at the back, I can't-," She made to reach for it again, just to reinforce to Keila that she was too small to reach.
"Don't look at me, we're the same height," Keila raised her hands. "Ask someone else."
And oh, of course Keila would scan the hallway for a familiar face. Bonnibel was only stood across from them, so Keila's eyes locking with hers was pretty much inevitable unless she decided to collapse onto the floor like some sort of dramatic so and so. "Banner, you're tall."
Bonnibel shot her a flat look. "You're short."
And Keila just laughed. "Mar's book is up there, get it for us?"
"Oh, gee," Bonnibel started, crossing her arms over her chest. "And what do I get out of this?" She glanced at Marceline, now flushed red and looking down at her scuffed shoes. Clearly, Keila hadn't seen that she'd become so flustered over the whole situation.
"Whatever you want, alpha," Keila laughed again. "But I figured being a good Samaritan would be right up your alley."
Bonnibel sighed. Keila was right, damn it. She shuffled in between the two girls, not putting too much thought into the whimpering sound that came out of Marceline's mouth when she brushed past her, and reached up to retrieve the book, turning it over to read the front cover before passing it to Keila. They both shared a look before glancing over at a now very red Marceline, wide eyed and pouting up at them both as the book was offered to her.
"Didn't realise you were so eager to learn, mutt," Bonnibel teased despite herself, eyeing the front cover. It made sense that Marceline would go to a book to learn about her role as an omega. Of course she would ask others about their personal experience.
"It's just to help me," Marceline whined in response, clutching the book to her chest. "I- I don't know what a knot is. I mean- I do now, kind of- I think I do at least?"
Bonnibel caught herself before her lips twitched up into a smile, inhaling Marceline's sweet smell instead. There would be no fondness over this mutt. Not today. "Tell me, then, what's a knot?" She purred, almost forgetting Keila was beside her. Although, glancing over at the dark skinned woman showed her what she'd been hoping for. Keila wasn't at all bothered that Bonnibel was making Marceline flustered.
"Idontknowimsorry." Came out in one big mumble, almost too quick for Bonnibel to properly catch. She arched a brow and smirked when Marceline inhaled sharply. "I- I don't know I'm sorry."
"Why're you sorry, nerd?" Keila asked before Bonnibel could ask her anything else.
"I don't know," Marceline repeated, watching as Keila began to search for her own locker to put her stuff into so that she could go home. "Uh," She glanced back to Bonnibel. "Wh-What's knotting?"
Bonnibel tilted her head. "Well, for starters, you won't find out from reading that," She prodded the book in Marceline's arms. "You'll want a more… hands on approach, trust me."
The omega swallowed, glancing down at Bonnibel's finger still bridging the gap between them and then back up to blink once, twice, three times. Then, quietly, "Could you teach me?" And fuck, what was she supposed to say to that? "Not just about that," She spluttered, wide eyed as if knotting was just phase one. As if it was the least Bonnibel could do for her. "I mean, could you teach me about… y'know, everything?"
Keila said something, probably along the lines of 'see you later' if Marceline's flustered wave was anything to go by, and then it was just the two of them stood in the hallway, Marceline clutching a book to her chest and Bonnibel wondering just how much trouble she could get in if she got her on her hands and knees then and there.
"Of course I can, mutt," Bonnibel cooed, reaching her hand up to brush the hair out of Marceline's face that Keila had mess up earlier. "But you have to promise me something," She leaned in closer, making sure that Marceline was staring at her when she nodded. "This is on my time. I don't care if you're horny, if you're in heat or if you really just want to learn about your role. I value my study time. I want to get good grades. I'm not letting you," The finger at Marceline's chest pressed forward, hitting bone and pushing her backwards a few centimetres from the impact. "Get in the way of that. Is that clear?" Marceline nodded frantically, all flushed cheeks and bitten lips. Bonnibel smiled gently.
"Good mutt."