(Bonnie's POV)
Why isn't she holding me like she did at my dorm? Bonnie wondered. She let out a nearly inaudible sigh and turned away from Marceline. Her sleep-fogged mind wanted to pursue the subject further but simply couldn't. Bonnie's exhausted psyche quickly gave itself over to sleep.
When she next awoke, it was still dark out. She turned over to look at the clock. 3:23 am. She relaxed back down on the bed and saw Marceline was facing her. The girl was slumbering peacefully, one arm resting on her torso and the other on the pillow by her face. Marceline's countenance was relaxed, and her chest rose and fell with a steady pace. Bonnie looked from her face to her hand. Without giving herself too much time to question the possible outcomes, Bonnie reached out her hand to hold Marceline's. It was warm, and the tips of the girl's fingers were calloused from playing the bass. Marceline began to stir. Her eyes eventually fluttered open and she looked at their hands for a few moments. She turned to Bonnie's face and inched her body closer, keeping their hands joined. Seemingly satisfied, she closed her eyes again. Bonnie gently rubbed her thumb across Marceline's hand and the older girl, eyes still closed, did the same. They stayed like that for a while- Bonnie wasn't quite sure how long. Bonnie's hand eventually slipped out of Marceline's and she started to gently stroke the back of Marceline's hand. She drew little circles lightly with her fingers and Marceline gave a little smile. Bonnie slowly began to trail her fingers up the girl's arm and to her shoulder before making her way over to her clavicle. She continued on to her neck, and Marceline let out a contented sigh. Marceline's arm draped over Bonnie's side and drew little shapes on her hip. Bonnie's fingers traced up and around the older girl's jaw and then continued to move upwards. Once she reached her lips, she stopped. Marceline planted a small, gentle kiss on the finger that was pressed against her mouth. Her eyes fluttered open to see Bonnie's reaction. The two looked at each other for a moment, considering what would come next. As if drawn together by some invisible force, Bonnie felt herself leaning in closer and closer to Marceline.
When their lips finally met, Bonnie closed her eyes. The first kiss was gentle and soft. Each kiss was longer than the last, and Bonnie could feel Marceline's hands around her hips drawing them closer. Bonnie put her arms around Marcy's shoulders and tangled her hands in her hair.
When at last they came up for air, the two girls just looked at each other in amazement. Neither knew quite what to say.
"Wow." Bonnie was the first to break the silence. Marceline could only smile.
This time Marceline led in closing the gap between them. The older girl was not as restrained this time. Marceline kissed her harder, and Bonnie felt herself doing the same. It felt like something warm was filling her chest and radiating out through her body. Marceline's kisses were positively electric.
Bonnie felt hands exploring her body, slowly caressing her side, and moving under her shirt. She pulled Marceline closer, not wanting to think about the ramifications of anything for once, only wanting to simply enjoy the moment. The lack of responsibility she felt as all of her other obligations melted away was freeing.
As Marceline's hands traveled over her, Bonnie felt as if she should do the same. She wasn't very experienced in this field—she had only dated one boy in high school and they hadn't ever gotten past some very tame kisses—but she figured that she could make it up as she went along. Bonnie started at Marceline's back and trailed her hands down to her hip and up the curve to her waist.
She felt Marceline's tongue flicker over her lower lip, and as she opened her mouth to ask what she was doing, the other girl's tongue dove in. It was a bit of a strange feeling, but Marceline seemed to know what she was doing and it wasn't unpleasant. As Marceline's tongue pulled slowly out of Bonnie's mouth, Bonnie bit down a little bit on accident. Marceline stopped.
Fuck. I fucked up. She's going to hate me. Bonnie did her best not to panic.
"Bonnie, did you… bite me?" Marceline looked confused.
"Ah, I'm so sorry, that was on accident, I—" Bonnie felt her face go bright red and she wished she could hide.
"No, it's okay, that was kind of—hot." Marceline grinned and pulled Bonnie back in for another long kiss. In a smooth motion, she pushed Bonnibel over onto her back and got on top of her. Bonnie felt her face heat up again as Marceline broke the kiss and moved to her neck, leaving a bunch of kisses in a trail down to her collarbone. Marcy pulled away only long enough for Bonnie to wonder what she was doing and then she felt her kiss one spot right under her jaw. She started to suck and gently nibble on the spot, and Bonnie closed her eyes. She was surprised at how good that felt. She clutched Marceline's arms and the girl pulled away the tiniest bit. She could feel her hot breath on her neck as she spoke.
"Is that okay?"
"Yeah. Good. Really good." Bonnie replied breathlessly. She could almost hear Marceline's smirk as she repeated the process in a different spot further down on her neck. The feeling of the other girl's body on top of hers was amazing.
Bonnie felt Marcy's hands slip under her shirt again and go slowly up her stomach until they reached the underwire of her bra. They traced slowly along it until they reached the clasp in the back. Bonnie pulled away before Marceline could unhook it.
"Marceline, wait," Bonnie said breathlessly. The other girl looked up, still on top of her but immediately pausing what she was doing.
"I—I think maybe we should wait. This is all happening kind of fast." Plus I have no idea what I'm doing, Bonnie mentally added.
"Oh. Yeah. Of course. Sorry." Marceline withdrew her hands from Bonnie's shirt, and she rolled over so that she was laying next to Bonnie.
Bonnie had detected something in her voice—what was it? Sadness? I hope I didn't disappoint her. But I don't want to go there—not yet at least. I want to get to know her better first.
"It's okay. I really liked it…" She saw Marceline's face light up a little bit—"But I just don't think I'm ready for that yet."
"Yeah, of course. That's cool. We can take it slow."
Bonnie smiled and rested her head on Marceline's chest. She felt Marcy's fingers entwine in her hair and start playing with her bright pink locks. The feeling was soothing to Bonnie, and she sighed happily. Bonnie wrapped her arms around Marceline's waist.
"Goodnight, Marceline," Bonnie whispered.
"Night, Bonnie," Marceline replied. Bonnie's eyes closed and the feeling of Marceline's hand stroking her hair lulled her to sleep again.
When Bonnie woke, Marceline was fast asleep, snoring ever so slightly. Bonnie chuckled inwardly. Marcy was quite the sight with her black hair strewn everywhere and her limbs arranged awkwardly. Bonnie looked at the clock again. 8:45 am. Bonnie stared at the ceiling, hoping to go back to sleep but suddenly feeling alert. Her mind immediately jumped to their makeout session. So, what was that all about? It all happened so fast. I liked it though. Bonnie recalled the electrifying feeling of Marceline's body against her own and of both their hands roaming freely. So, does that make me… gay? Oh my god, am I gay? Her thoughts began to run a mile a minute. Well, Marceline said she's bi. Could I be bisexual? Is that it? Is this going to make things awkward? I hope she isn't awkward about this when she wakes up. Was that just a one-time thing? Will it happen again? What have I done? Oh god.
Bonnie covered her eyes with her hands as if trying to block out her own thoughts. When she realized that wasn't working, she rolled over and looked at Marceline again. I hate waking up before the other person at sleepovers but it always happens. She said herself that she's practically nocturnal. But I won't be getting more sleep anytime soon. Bonnie grabbed her phone from the bedside table and checked every social media account she had to kill time. She even downloaded a free game app on her phone, but once she had played for a while Marceline was still fast asleep. Bonnie sighed, but then she got an idea. Maybe I can make myself useful and make us some breakfast.
Bonnie slipped out of the bed and headed into the kitchen. At first she wasn't sure where anything was—being in a new kitchen always felt a little alien when she didn't know the layout—but she quickly began to catch on. Bonnie opened the fridge to see what she had to work with. The pickings were pretty slim—she supposed that Marceline wasn't really one to cook often. What can I make? Hmm… oh, I know. Eggs. Bonnie found a saucepan and heated some butter in it, cracking eggs into another bowl and whisking them. She chopped up some of the vegetables that Marcy had in her fridge. She poured half the eggs into the pan and once they started to cook she used a spatula to push in the sides. She added cheese and the chopped vegetables as she folded the first omelette. Once the cheese was sufficiently melted she transferred the eggs to a plate and put more butter into the pan to repeat the process. Meanwhile, she took a few slices of bread and toasted them to golden perfection. The room began to fill with the fragrance of freshly cooked food. Only a few minutes later, a very sleepy Marceline stumbled into the kitchen.
"Mmmm… Hey." Marceline mumbled with a smile.
"Good morning," Bonnie replied sunnily.
"You made breakfast? You really didn't have to."
"That's alright, I wasn't able to go back to sleep anyway. And besides, you let me stay here so I figured it was the least I could do."
"Well, it smells amazing." Marceline complimented, sniffing the air. "What did you make?"
"Omelettes and toast. Hope you like it." Bonnie handed Marceline a plate with eggs and bread. Marceline gratefully accepted and grabbed some condiments and silverware as Bonnie put the finishing touches on her omelette. Bonnie carried over her still-hot breakfast and joined Marceline at the table. Marceline had already started with her food.
"Bonnie," Marceline said, her speech slightly muffled from the food stuffed in her mouth, "This is so good. Where did you learn to cook so well?"
Bonnie chuckled. "I'm glad you like it. My parents encouraged me to cook from a young age, and I watch cooking TV shows all the time."
"That's awesome. I'm pretty horrible at cooking. I can make pasta, and a couple other things, but that's about the extent of my cooking skills." She paused to take another huge mouthful of toast. "Oh, and brownies, but only from the mix."
Bonnie smiled. "I have a huge sweet tooth. I love to bake. Baking is a lot like science, really. It has to be very precise in order for everything to work. I guess that's why I like it so much."
"Well I guess you'll have to teach me," Marceline said.
"Alright, sounds like a challenge. What's your favorite dessert?"
"Hmmm… that's a tough one. I guess I would say cherry pie. But I do like anything with chocolate."
"I make a pretty mean pie."
"Alright Bonbon, you make me a pie and you can stay here as long as you want. Deal?"
Bonnie chuckled. "Deal."