Sorry for the wait, I forgot that I had already this chapter translated. I've written Marceline's dialogues a bit more informal, let me know if you have liked or not. Remember that that has been made on purpose, my grammar is excellent xD, or at least, that's what I think. I'm looking forward to receiving reviews. Ah, that's right, Christine, it's dedicated to you.

The date was horrible, how could he be so dumb and impolite? What had she done for being punished with a relationship with a guy like him? The first thought that came to her mind was karma, the destiny was punishing her because of her behaviour directed to her ex. Even she didn't know what she was thinking when she was with her. Why she couldn't act like an adult person in front of her? Why did she want to make her feel all the pain that she had felt for her fault? Was it so difficult to think rationally?

She arrived home completely exhausted and unwilling to do anything. The eternal hours that had been with him pretending to have a relationship were the biggest waste of her life. Time is money and, in that sense, she was losing millions.

She could only sigh heavily, dropping into the comfort of her armchair, at the same time looking at the clock on the wall. It was after midnight, she would just rest a few minutes and then would compose something for her new album or, at least, that was what she had in mind. The reality was very different, what awakened her was the sound of the doorbell followed by a terrible headache.

SECOND DAY

Disoriented, she looked at the clock on the wall and her eyes opened like two plates, she had fallen asleep in the armchair! And the worst thing is that it had been without a blanket! She had to take care of her throat! She stretched as she walked to the door and opened it while rubbing her eyes, finding her ex, as impeccable as ever.

—Good morning. —said the brunette while yawning.

—Are you okay?

—Yeah, don't worry, I just fell sleep on the armchair.

—Nothing new, uh? —spoke with fun.

—It wasn't on purpose! I was planning on sleeping for ten minutes, not eight hours. I feel like I've wasted my day. I'll take a shower for waking up.

With those words she walked up the stairs that led to the upper floor where there were, the master bedroom, her private bathroom, a mini gym and the room that had been for her during their relationship.

Bonnibel was in a somewhat regretful way after all she had cried and screamed the previous day, but she couldn't prove it, she had to remain professional before everything. She went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the brunette, she would probably have to face an argument, but she didn't want to waste time.

When the hostess returned from her shower, she found a delicious breakfast prepared by her, for her. That made her smile internally, although her pride didn't allow her to be totally honest.

—I thought you said that manners were the most important thing, princess. —said her with a sarcastic voice, before drinking a little bit of the orange juice to calm her thirst.

—I did not want to lose time, that is all.

—Why're you speaking so formal to me? It's really funny!

—Just be quiet and eat! We have a lot of work to do.

—Okay her highness, but first, let me see your work to give you the verdict.

—Here you have…

The young woman with long and thick jet-black hair, began to read as if it were a best seller, she didn't understand the reason, but those words had her total attention and concentration. She had just discovered that that was one of the ways to reach the window of the soul of the princess and journalist, maybe she had been wrong with her. That writing was impeccable and the message it conveyed was clear, warm, close and full of feelings, especially, the personal reflection. Was she trying to apologize with that?

She finished reading and the only thing she could do was to look at those violet eyes that once had reflected her in the most passionate nuances of her life, discovering that they were red and swollen. She had been crying for a long time, she was still a weeping baby and the reason was, almost undoubtedly, the article she asked for.

—Sorry. —whisper to herself, but the apologize arrived at the ears of her partner.

—Why are you apologizing for?

—Your eyes, sorry. I was egoist and didn't think about your feelings at the time of writing this article in loneliness.

Was it her or was Marceline apologizing to her? No, it wasn't her, she was apologizing. She could listen and see the sincerity in her words and eyes. She never thought that she would show her that facet again.

—I would never have thought that you would apologize for this. It is my fault for being so sensitive.

—Well, you say here that I've a great heart, maybe that's what's making me apologize.

—…

If something was clear it was that nothing resisted her eyes, no matter how long they were separated. They knew each other so well that they were able to know what was happening to them without having to converse, a look was enough. And there they were, one next to the other, sitting with their bodies in tension, praying that they wouldn't touch. Because they didn't know how to react in their presence. They were sad, pitiful and very proud.

—Give me ten minutes!

—What?! We are working on my article.

—Don't be boring, u haven't said anything. It's a surprise!

—I hate surprises!

—Oh, poor u! U have no heart and that makes me feel sad. Take a break and breath, you know I don't bite and, I haven't eaten anybody yet. Just relax!

That expression was the one that brought to her mind all kinds of passionate memories of their most forbidden and dark encounters, those moments that skin would never forget. The fire between their bodies in contact and the sky within reach of their hands.

—Of course, that you bite! And you love doing it! —she protested due to her high-voltage memories.

Marceline greatly appreciated that she was having her back to her, because she could not help biting her lip with desire and despair, drawing a smile on her face. She was right, she did bite, but precisely, she didn't dislike those signs of passion, but quite the opposite, she was always the one who screamed for more.

—Oh, baby, you loved feeling my teeth on your skin. It's not my fault, don't you think? —she answered, turning to face her and accelerating her heart with her sexy smile.

«Damn heart! Do not speed up right now, we do not want her to think something that is not " she thought, holding a hand to her chest to try to calm the frantic beat of her heart that threatened to come out of her chest.»

During her wait, she kept thinking about what she was preparing and why at that moment. When she did that it was always for laugh at her, would that be a situation of those? She didn't know and she would only find it with her return.

—Sorry for keep u waiting, I couldn't find it. Take, just change yourself and let's run. —told her while throwing some clothes to her.

It was her clothes! Sportswear that Marceline gave her and that she forgot at her home when all over. It was perfectly folded and smelled of fresh fabric softener, she was sure that she washed it periodically. She was beginning to see through her walls.

—What're u watching at! Just get changed! —ordered she, losing her patience, for later, feel embarrassed when the journalist went to the bathroom.

She was very grateful to have her sunglasses on because, that way, she could contemplate her without dissimulation, once she was dressed in those compression clothes. According to her falcon view, her breasts were much larger than they were then, as were her buttocks. It seemed that she had finished developing and now she would entertain herself putting her against the ropes unconsciously. She never felt happier that Bonnie wore loose-fitting clothes, otherwise, she wouldn't pay too much attention to her questions.

—Does it fit me?

She didn't know why she had asked that, why did she need her approval if she was no longer part of her life?

—It fits you almost too good. U're perfect, just like always. Let's run or re u gonna reject my proposal? Well, maybe u feel uncomfortable with me around you, I don't blame u.

—I'll be at your back. Start running

—Tell me to relax if I'm going too fast. It's your first-time jogging.

—Since when are you so caring?

—You made me like this. Maybe u prefer being treated like an object? Don't be silly!

That conversation ended and they started with the morning jogging, thanks to the fact that it was autumn, the cool temperature helped to maintain the pace and not to get tired. It felt so good to be able to enjoy those moments despite their breakup. For the first time, the light followed the shadow, contemplating her figure and the back she had often embraced to cry or looking for warmth.

Only time would tell, at the moment, she was focused on making the interview possible, facilitating things and hindering others, because otherwise, everything would be very boring. She needed emotion in her life, and, being sincere, that emotion and those feelings disappeared along with her.

It was a strange day, Bonnie had cried for her and had appeared in her dreams. It wasn't a guarantee that the next day would be as good and communicative. That was what made them special, their spontaneity.

They arrived at a park full of green grass that began to be dyed in different colours such as red, yellow and brown, due to the leaves of the deciduous trees that fell covering the ground. She loved the aroma of the morning dew, that park was one of the singer's favourites, it wasn't very big, but it was familiar and intimate, which allowed her to train without having to worry about the people and her hordes of fans.

Bonnie sat down, on a wooden bench, panting. Maybe the brunette had been too intense in her first time (don't misunderstand XD). She came over, offering her water and proud expression.

—Drink this. U've been great. Relax, breathe and don't forget to stretch. If u need help, tell me.

The journalist could only blush and drink from her bottle. She was conquering her again with those sincere smiles and she didn't know if she preferred coldness to this.

—I hope u're looking at me to learn how to stretch and not to enjoy the view. I don't blame u either, I'm a goddess. —she teased with amusement, increasing the blush of the pink-haired.

—Now that I thought that you have changed… Idiot!

—Maybe I'm, but that didn't import you for starting a relationship. Am I wrong? And, moreover, I'm not an idiot, I'm realistic.

—And to think that yesterday you did not want to see me…

—I haven't said the opposite. I'm just working with u for recover the quietness of my life the faster I can. —lied. She was an excellent liar, she couldn't let her know what she was thinking because of her pride.

—You know what?! That is perfect! Doing that I could focus on forgetting you! —screamed to her, her shouts were the reflects of her anger. She was angry, humiliate and frustrate.

«Holy shit, I've fucked up again!» thought the Rockstar, starting to chase her ex.

—Wait, don't be angry! U're gonna wrinkle. I was joking!

—I do not mind! After all, I don't have anyone to impress!

She knew that she'd touched a sensitive fibre, as well as she knew the only way to stop her. Marceline exhaled before took her by the wrist and embrace her, renouncing momently to her pride.

—Are u gonna listen to… Wait, why are you crying?!

—It is your fault. You make me lose my calmness.

—Cry baby, come here… —whispered next to her ear, drying her tears and comforting her by bringing her face to her chest.

—Marcy… I cannot breathe.

—Ups, sorry, her majesty.

—You moron…

What they didn't know was that they were been followed since they left her home and started running by a journalist of the rival magazine of Bonnies'.

—This'll be tomorrow breaking news.