"So, like, how does your dick get any bigger?"
Bonnibel wanted to laugh. Of course the damn omega was inquisitive about that while they were studying about the Wonders of Knotting and other… really dumb things to be researching in her parents house with the door open. Still, though, she didn't want to make Marceline feel like her question was stupid (because it wasn't, not really) so she kept her chuckles inward as she dog eared the page in her text book and closed it. "Almost every dick gets hard, Marcy." She replied, trying her best to keep her voice down. It's not that her parents were prudes, but they were inquisitive and knew that Bonnibel wasn't normally so okay with teaching an omega about how these sorts of things worked. She didn't want them figuring out the nature of her and Marceline's relationship. Bonnibel supposed she surrounded herself with people who, if knew too much about why she was doing certain things, would know everything about her. Maybe there was some truth to what Lady had said about her being an exhibitionist, afterall.
Marceline, meanwhile, was pouting as usual. "No, I meant-, I started reading ahead a little and it says-," the omega sighed and grumbled her breath, shuffling across the bed so that she was in front of Bonnibel, holding out the textbook she had borrowed from the school library and tapping against a paragraph of text with her index finger. "It says here. They get bigger-" Marceline cut herself off as Bonnibel leaned forward into her personal space to read the text. She didn't know why the omega was so embarrassed about them being so close after everything that had happened, to be honest. Especially now that she had claimed her. Which, she still had to explain and chastise the pup for. And that was going to be hard; Marceline was cute and probably had no clue what she was doing. Maybe she'd yell at Keila, instead, considering it was her fault for teaching Marceline about scenting and claiming in the first place.
"Bonnie?" The omega prodded her shoulder, seemingly worried about how Bonnibel had been downright glaring at the block of text Marceline had been indicating to. Bonnibel blinked, refocused her attention to the textbook, and rolled her eyes when she saw just exactly what Marceline had skipped forward to.
"That's not going to be on our exam," Bonnibel sighed. " But yes, knotting is basically when the penis swells to keep in all of the-,"
"You sound like an exam." Marceline groaned, flopping backwards onto Bonnibel's bed in a cloud of hair and flailing arms. " How does your dick get bigger?"
Bonnibel tilted her head to the side, leaning over her friends face. Well, more-than-friend. They hadn't really discussed anything other than Bonnibel agreeing to be the person to help better Marceline's understanding of her role as an omega. "How do you mean?"
The omega blushed, covering her face with the textbook and giving Bonnibel a funny diagram of some genitalia to talk to instead of her pretty face. "It's… it's already big, right? Or-?"
Bonnibel's brows disappeared into her hairline. Poof. Gone. "Baby, are you telling me I have a big dick?"
Marceline reached up to tug at the textbook, only pulling it down enough for those wide eyes to peer over the funny diagrams. "... yes?"
Bonnibel laughed, fully this time, and sat back down at her end of the bed. "Yeah. Thanks, I guess. Still swells up if I wanna knot someone pretty though." And she made a point to stare at Marceline, who hid back behind her textbook and kicked her gently with her foot.
"I hate being in heat," Marceline whined, voice muffled by the book. "I wanna think about something other than sex for a while."
Bonnibel hummed. "It'll only last a couple more days, try to hold on til then, yeah?"
Suddenly, Marceline sat up rigid, the textbook falling to the floor and opening on a random page of some organs. "I'm gonna kill Keila at college tomorrow."
Bonnibel hated scarves. They were itchy against her neck and a turtleneck could do the same exact thing without being super uncomfortable and in the way. Alas, the hickey that Marceline had given her was too high up on her throat to be covered by her favoured sweaters, and Bonnibel desperately wanted to get rid of any of the physical evidence that she'd been claimed by the omega. She wished it had been the other way around, really, but her rut was coming on strong with all the time she was spending with Marceline and last night she was just desperate. A scarf was honestly the least of her troubles at this point.
"You don't usually wear scarves, Banner." Or maybe it was. Lady was observant, much to Bonnibel's downfall, cared too little about what Bonnibel might think of her if she said something too tongue in cheek. They had been best friends for years, after all. "What's the occasion? Someone claim you?"
Bonnibel wanted to roll her eyes or sigh, but knew that any kind of physical reaction would be just enough of a confirmation for Lady to work things out. So she remained composed, enjoying this little game of chess for as long as she possibly could before she eventually lost to Marceline coming in and simply seating herself on the board. No, she wouldn't lose to Lady. Draw? Maybe. "Cold." She muttered, falling in line with her friend as they both made their way to their study session. "Didn't have any other options that didn't lead to overheating, really," Lady nodded, opened the door for them both to enter the study room, and Bonnibel flicked her eyes to the only table that wasn't already completely taken over by textbooks and bags and laptops. She scowled. The game was tipping in Lady's favour, and Bonnibel suspected foul play.
"We figured since you guys are friends," Jake immediately started coming up with an excuse for this obvious scheme, gesturing between Bonnibel and Marceline as he continued. "You could introduce us and we'd have some new additions to our little group."
Keila was smiling between them both, damn her, and Marceline hadn't really taken her eyes off of Bonnibel since she'd walked in, all big smile and rosy pink cheeks that Bonnibel wanted to make darker. Maybe her plan of pretending to be cold wasn't going to work as well as she'd hoped. Check .
"Was this your girlfriends doing?" Bonnibel drawled, watching Lady sit down beside him to give him a rather proud kiss on the cheek. That left two seats, one beside Marceline and the other between Finn and his brother, which she supposed was reserved for Finn's girlfriend. She seated herself beside the omega, ignoring how she was still staring and smiling as if she'd won the lottery.
Jake tutted. "Why can't we want more friends?"
"Because you shot down my offer of inviting some of the alpha's to come and sit with us at lunch last month." She replied with a smile. "Anyway, doesn't matter," she inhaled, bringing her bag to her side so that she could pull out her notebook. "I'm going to be revising my notes for biology."
"Can I copy off you?" Marceline's voice was in her ear not ten seconds into her opening her book to find the right page and date.
Bonnibel glanced up at her, a little taken aback at how close Marceline had leaned in to whisper, and glared when she realised she was halfway into stealing a pen out of her pencil case. "Are you ever prepared?" She angrily whispered in a hushed yell. " No you can't copy from me. You should have your own notes with you."
"I left my bag at your place this morning." Marceline whined.
The table fell silent and Bonnibel inhaled sharply. Checkmate.
"Nice scarf, Bonnibel." Finn muttered from behind where his hand was hiding his smirk. Bonnibel groaned, letting her head fall against her notebook as she flagged her friends off. The small whispered 'sorry' in her ear only made the situation slightly better.
"So you aren't dating?" Bonnibel shook her head no. "But you wanna tap that?" Bonnibel rolled her eyes. "I'm taking that as a yes, by the way. And let me get this part straight… an omega… claimed you , the most dominant -,"
"Yes, Lady," Bonnibel huffed. "Shut up it's stupid."
"But when ? How? Were you guys fucking? Oh my god you guys were fucking, weren't you?"
"Nope. Haven't fucked yet, technically." Bonnibel cut off Lady's train of thought before she ended up telling everyone in the damn college. "Are we done now? Lesson ends in five minutes and I need to get home to start on my biology work."
" No we're not done. Why was she was at your place last night?"
"Oh my god, her stuff is still at my house." Bonnibel groaned into her palm. "I'm gonna have to get that back to her at some point."
Lady nudged her with her elbow. "What does 'haven't fucked yet, technically' mean, anyway?"
"I'm not telling you that."
"Oh come on, I told you everything you wanted to know about me and Jake. It's only fair you return the favour. It's not like I'm going to tell anyone."
She had a point, unfortunately. Bonnibel rolled her eyes. "She gave me a blowjob yesterday." She grumbled under her breath. "And maybe she invited herself over to my house and helped me out a little more but like, it's not fucking so it doesn't count ."
"She gave you head during school? God Jake never lets me do that," Lady complained. "He's too embarrassed someone will walk in on us."
"The toilets in the maths block are pretty isolated. It's where I go to blow off some steam." Bonnibel admitted.
Lady hummed, rolling her eyes up in thought. "I suppose we could head there between study period and history. That's pretty smart, Banner."
"I know," Bonnibel mumbled, packing up her things as the bell went to signal that she could finally go home. But first she'd have to find Marceline and figure out if she wanted to get her bag herself or not. Which… Bonnibel wouldn't be opposed to.
"Did you drive this morning?" Lady asked gently as they walked out of their lesson. Bonnibel nodded, sending her more-than-friend a text and hoping to god Lady wouldn't notice Marceline's name saved in her contacts.
Bonnibel (3:40PM): Meet me in the parking lot in five minutes?
"Do you mind dropping me off at the diner? My dad has work and Jake's taking Finn to go watch a movie that starts at ten past." Lady continued.
"Uh, yeah, that's fine. We might have a plus one if Marceline decides she wants her stuff today or not."
"Hot date?" Lady teased, earning her a flat stare. "That's fine. Just making sure it's not too much of a detour for you."
Bonnibel shook her head as they reached their lockers, glancing down at her phone when Marceline responded to her text.
puppy (3:41PM): ok !
puppy (3:41PM): sorry for basically outing us today :(( i can make it up to you tonight if you let me stay over ?
Bonnibel swallowed harshly, locking her phone and shoving it away into her pocket. God Marceline knew just how to rile her up. Which was stupid. It was all stupid. They weren't even together.
The ride home was a little awkward.