Timetables

by Gemma The Human

It was Bonnibel Bubblegum's first day back at high school, and so far it was not going well. Her boyfriend, Guy, had cheated on her, she had no idea where her classes were and she now smelt of smoke, thanks to a one Marceline Abadeer and her friends. Hints at Filoee. Rated M for the smutty last chapter.

5. Chapter 5 - Final

Oh wow, this took so long. This is the last chapter and I threw some smut in there as an apology for taking my time with this. Enjoy!

I was still perched on the edge of Marceline's narrow bed when she returned with blankets, still embarrassed and positive the redness of my face was making it painfully obvious. Marceline didn't look at me as she set the bedding on the ground. I wasn't sure if I was happy or sad about that. On one hand, she didn't see my blushing face, but on the other it made me think she was as embarrassed as I was. I mean, I'd barged in on her changing for crying out loud, we weren't nearly as close for that to be okay. And I thought that maybe we wouldn't ever be after that.

I thanked Marceline without looking at her and climbed into my makeshift bed on the floor, but Marceline didn't say anything or move to walk away. I risked a peek out from the covers and saw she was staring at me, standing above me as I laid down.

"Stop it." She said.

"Um, stop what?" I immediately started running my recent movements through my mind, examining them over and over, wondering if I'd done something else wrong whilst climbing into bed.

"Overthinking junk." Marceline crouched down so she didn't tower over me anymore, but she still didn't make eye contact. "I'm not mad at you or anything. Are you embarrassed 'cause you walked in on me?"

Her face was red too, so I didn't know why she was asking me how I felt. There was no use lying though. "A little. I really am sorry."

"Quit apologizing." Marceline pushed herself from the floor and tumbled backwards onto her bed. "Practice really took it out of me today, sorry if I fall asleep pretty early on you."

"It's no problem, the stress of today kinda took it out of me too."

We both fell quiet, all I heard was Marceline's footfalls as she went to turn her bedroom light off and return to bed. The room fell into darkness and it hit me how tired I was, I could have fallen asleep in the blink of an eye if it wasn't for how uncomfortable the floor was. It felt like laying on stone. I maneuvered a blanket below me, but that didn't help one bit. God knows how long I struggled, trying to find a comfy sleeping position, and eventually I huffed and threw my hands against the carpeted floor.

I needed my rest; it was a school night after all, and I was a firm believer in getting at least a full eight hours. At that rate I wasn't going to get any hours, maybe one if I was lucky.

I frowned at the ceiling for a while, almost as if it were to blame for my predicament, then pushed myself away from the floor to pad to Marceline's bed.

"Hey." I whispered to her back.

Nothing.

"Hey," I repeated, prodding her on the only part of her face I could see; her cheek. "Are you awake?"

A thin hand came up to slap mine away, though it wasn't painful, and I was sure she mumbled some curses under her breath.
"Am now." Marceline muttered. "What's up?"

"Can I jump in? The floor's hard, maybe we could top and tail?"

She rolled over onto her side to face me, letting the covers fall from the rest of her face. I bit back laughter at the bedhead she was already rocking, then grinned at her to cover it.

"Top and... What?"

"Top and tail. Y'know, where one person sleeps at the top of the bed and the other sleeps at the bottom?"

"Oh." She mumbled and rubbed her eyes. "So like, a face-to-foot deal? Whatever floats your boat, Bon."

Marceline moved over a few inches to make room and I took that as an invitation to climb in, so I smiled a 'thank you' and went to grab my pillow from the ground, then placed in near her feet.

The bed felt like heaven compared to my old sleeping spot, though that wasn't a difficult feat to achieve. My whole body sank into the mattress, and I sighed with complete satisfaction. The sheets felt like they were made of the softest silk and their scents drifted to me. I could smell lavender, orchids and... Feet.

"Jesus, Marceline." I sat up to frown at her, not sure if she could even see me in the dark. But it was the thought that counted. "I don't mean to be rude, but your feet reek."

"Oh." I heard her drone. "Yeah, they probably do. I had gym this morning, didn't get a chance to wash up." She did have the decency to pull her feet away from my nose, at least.

"Right. Well, I'm not sleeping near those."

Before she could ask what I was doing, which I was sure she would have, I'd already joined her at the top of the bed. She was still lounging on her side so I turned to lay on my back.

"What did you do in gym?" I asked after a pause. I peeked a look at her from the corner of my eye to check her reaction to our closeness, but she didn't seem to hate it. That was a good sign.

"Um, basketball. I'm pretty good."

"I'll come watch sometime."

I thought I heard her whisper out a reply, but my exhaustion had been pulling at me for a while, lowering my eyelids and bringing me closer to slumber.

"Goodnight, Bonnibel." Was all I heard as everything slipped away into darkness.

It was morning. I could tell from the feeling of warm sunlight pouring over my skin, and the one horrid ray that was blinding me. There was countless places for that lone ray to shine, but of course it would choose to slip through a gap in my curtains and right into my eyes.

Suddenly I remembered that it was not my bedroom I was occupying, nor was it my bed. It was Marceline's.

My eyes snapped open, but I had to clamp them shut again until they adjusted to the unkind onslaught of sunlight. I tested the waters and blinked my eyes open once more, only to notice just how close Marceline and I were. Our noses were almost brushing, I felt her steady breath flutter across my mouth and chin. I admittedly took a moment to admire the shadows her long lashes cast down her cheeks.

She looked so peaceful, as sleeping people do, but there was something more. Marceline looked at ease, as if she was content with the whole world, or wasn't affected by anything around her. It was as if she lived in her own little bubble where worries and fear were cast aside. I wondered what that felt like, but I realized in that moment, I was content, too.

Content until I remembered I hadn't set an alarm for school anyway.

"Ficken." I cursed under my breath, squeezing my eyes shut and resisting the urge to bang my head on something. Considering Marceline was one inch away from me, that wouldn't have been a smart move on my part. I pursed my lips and glanced back at Marceline, thankfully she hadn't woken, I didn't need her waking up and seeing how close our faces were.

I inched backwards intending to swing my legs over the side of her bed, but I overshot and tumbled back onto the floor instead. That time I didn't wait to see if I'd disturbed my friend, she did need to be awake too. Though I didn't think she really cared about punctuality, afterall she hadn't bothered to set an alarm either.

I'd successfully wiggled into my jeans, but my shirt was putting up one hell of a fight. I must have twisted it while trying to pull it over my head because I'd gotten myself caught in it. My arms were through just fine, dangling feebly above me. I tried to shake my torso, edge the shirt down, but wiggling did nothing. Nothing but make me look stupid.

"Need some help there?" That was Marceline, awake at last. I wished that my face wasn't covered by fabric so I could scowl at her and say 'Duh.' but I wasn't in the best position right then.

I settled for stuttering out a weak, "Please." as I ignored her laughter. I hoped it wasn't aimed at the embarrassing neon pink bra I was donning, but I couldn't blame her. I wasn't even sure why I owned that thing, let alone wore it.

I felt Marceline's hands attempt to find the hem of my twisted T shirt, then grip it and yank it down, setting my head free of it's cloth prison. I could see her then, and couldn't miss the flush of her usually pale cheeks. The look of hesitation on her face confused me for a second until I noticed she still had handfuls of my top. She seemed to be struggling with herself, perhaps wondering if she should continue pulling it down or leave me to do it.

After a second she eased the fabric down my sides, and I felt the light scrape of her nails against my skin, leaving slow, scorching trails down to my hips. I bit back a pout when she pulled her hands away, breaking all contact.

I looked up to say something, what, I don't know. Because as cliche as it sounded, I got lost in the sight of her. The shadows dancing across her skin, the glint and depth of her eyes, but mainly the way she took her bottom lip between her teeth.

I cleared my throat, partly to break the silence, but also to make sure I had enough brain activity left to string a sentence together.

"We should get ready for school," Finally words came to me. "I mean, you should get ready and I should go home. But I'd get ready, too. Well, I'd be getting ready just not... here." I finished feebly, defeated. She must have thought I was a bumbling idiot, I couldn't blame her. I was tripping over a simple sentence for no good reason. Unless fighting off an attack of butterflies was classed a reason.

"Yeah," She laughed, thankfully not picking on me for my terrible stuttering. "Do you want breakfast before you go home?"

"I don't think I'll have time."

Marceline nodded and went to throw clothes around in her closet, looking for school attire I figured. I ducked before a pair of shorts could hit me in the face.

"Shame," I heard her muffled voice float through. "Marshal's probably gonna be pissed at me for laughing at him and Fionna last night, gonna be an awkward breakfast. Even more awkward than that time Daddy found his porn stash in the bathroom."

I couldn't help but laugh, poor Marshal.

"Anyway," She said once my giggling died down and I ducked another flying piece of clothing. "I'll see you at school."

Her statement sounded more like a question than a goodbye, so as I pulled my bag onto my shoulder I said, "Yeah, I'll see you later. Oh, and thanks for letting me stay."

Marceline popped her head around the corner of her closet to grin at me. "Anytime."

She sounded like she meant it.

"You got a pencil I could borrow, B?" Finn asked me. We were in art class, and considering how bad I was at anything artistic, I should have been paying attention. Instead of listening to the teacher (whose name I didn't catch) drone on about different strokes and control, I was staring out of the window, finding anything and everything more interesting than that class.

"Here," I said, snapping back to reality. "Take mine."

"You sure?" Finn asked, reaching out for the pencil I was handing him.

I liked Finn, he was such a sweetheart, always putting everyone else's feelings before his own. He used to have a small, but obvious crush on me, though lately I'd seen him making eyes at the new redheaded girl. I was sure I'd caught her stealing glances at him, too.

It was as convenient as it was adorable; I didn't want to be forced to break Finn's heart.

"Yeah, I have another in my bag." I made no move to retrieve it though, I hadn't even touched the sketch pad on our desk.

It had been a week since I stayed over at Marceline's house, and things had changed slightly because of it. I'd somehow joined Marceline and her friends for lunch. I'd gotten to know her brother better, and spent time hanging out with Fionna, just like I promised I would.

Even LSP had wiggled into the group and everyone seemed to like her, even if she did make hissing sounds at Guy all the time.

Art Class was chaotic. Apparently the other art teacher hadn't shown up for work, so both classes were being taught together. That was how Finn was sitting next to me, because he was a year younger, we never had class together. Not until then anyway.

My phone buzzed in my pocket then, and thankfully the teacher was yelling at a group of students trying to give themselves homemade tattoos with acrylic paint, so he didn't notice me slide my cell onto my lap. I had a text message.

Party type thing at mine tonight - M

I never had any idea why she felt the need to end her texts with 'M' all the time. I just put it down to being a cute quirk of hers. I was about to tap out a reply when another message buzzed in.

And before you say 'so' it was obviously an invitation - M

I pictured her rolling her eyes at me in exasperation, and couldn't fight the smile that brought to my face. I typed a quick message to ask her what a 'party type thing' was and got a reply almost instantly, as if she was expecting me to ask.

Kinda a party, kinda not. You coming? - M

I sent back, "Sure, see you then." and dropped my phone back into my bag.

"What're ya grinning at, B?" Finn asked. It seemed he only wanted my pencil to balance it on the tip of his nose like a performing seal, he was pretty good at it honestly.

"I just got invited to Marceline's party type thing, or whatever she's calling it."

"Oh," He dropped the pencil, so I snatched it out of the air before it could clatter to the ground. Finn pulled an impressed looking face before saying, "I think I'm invited, Fi shouted something like that at me earlier."

"Great," I smiled. "I might see you tonight then."

He threw me a thumbs up and handed me my bag as the school bell went off.

"Such a gentlemen." I cooed, he turned pink. "Thanks, Finn."

The trip to Marceline's house turned out much simpler than the first time I visited. LSP and I took a cab. Bongo, the band's drummer, had invited her along too, and I was glad of it. Lord knows how that had happened though, I wasn't aware those two even knew each other. LSP's presence was nice, her manic chatter distracted me from my nerves, though I wasn't sure why I had any in the first place.

"...So I was all, 'You can't buy that, Melissa.' and she was all, 'Oh my god, yes I can' And I told her she can't 'cause I already bought that dress. And do you know what she did?" LSP looked at me from the other side of the cab, a frown on her face because of her story.

"She bought it?"

"She totally bought it!" my friend yelled and tossed her arms in the air. "What the cabbage, right?"

"Right." I nodded, trying my best to look appalled and understanding. Though in all honestly, I wasn't feeling either.

Our cab pulled up outside of Marceline's house, so LSP and I split the fare and jumped out.

"I mean, it's not like I think she'd look ugly in the dress." LSP said as the cab driver pulled away. "But I have the same one, so come on, it's obvious I'd look better in it. It's not my fault I'm smokin' hot, y'know?"

"Yeah," I mock-sighed. "Sounds like a real curse."

LSP nodded solemnly, shut her eyes and whispered, "Such a curse."

Before I could humor her further, the front door flew open and Hunson Abadeer came thundering out of it, nearly running into the two of us.

"Oh," He skidded to a halt before he could knock us down. "Bonnibel! Hello again. You and your friend go right inside, everyone's in the living room."

With that, Hunson took off again, jumped into his car and tore out of the driveway whilst shouting, "Don't trash the place!" out of the window.

"Who was that?" LSP asked as I led her through the front door, Hunson had left it hanging open in his rush.

"Hunson Abadeer. Marceline and Marshal's dad."

"Hey, first name basis with the folks, huh?" She directed a playful elbow into my ribcage and wiggled her shaped eyebrows at me.

I didn't know what she was trying to imply, I never did, so I shook my head at her before pushing open the living room door. As I did, music poured out into the hallway, and I was surprised I never hear it before entering the house.

The first person I saw was Finn, I smiled at him after he gave me a little wave in hello. He was sitting with redheaded girl in his year at school, and judging by the googly eyes she was smothering him with, everything seemed to be going well.

Fionna and Marshal weren't far away from the young couple. They were sitting on the floor, messing around with a deck of cards and playing a game I'd never seen before.

LSP moved from behind me in the doorway and bounced over to Bongo, saying her greetings to an unlikely friend. Next to Bongo sat Keila.

We caught eyes so I gave her an awkward nod and tried for a smile. She replied with a stunning grin and a, "Heya, Bon!" just loud enough to make out over the music blaring from the TV.

We'd spoken a little bit in the past week. I'd apologized for being rude to her at practise, she'd apologized for the fact I ever got involved with Guy, who thankfully wasn't there.

"Bonnie's here?" I heard someone shout from the next room. I took a step out of the doorway and turned towards the voice. Marceline stepped out of the kitchen, a bottle of beer in one hand and a glass of something red in the other. "Hey." She smiled.

"Hey... is that red wine?" I asked her, pointing to the glass she was holding.

Marceline lifted it. "This? Vodka and cranberry, I'm not made o' money."

When we arrived back in the front room, Marceline handed the beer bottle to Keila and plonked down on the floor beside her. I didn't know where I should sit, thankfully Marceline decided for me and began patting the spot next to her and smiling at me.

I stepped over Fionna's legs, not before saying hello to her and Marshal, and joined Keila and Marceline.

"Oh," Marceline turned to me. "Sorry, I didn't ask if you wanted something?"

"Wanted something?"

"Yeah, you know, something to drink." She took a sip of her own then grimaced. "Not enough cranberry." She murmured to herself. "Hey Bongo!"

Bongo turned, he was on his way out of the door with LSP. "Yeah?" He yelled, trying to make his voice loud enough to reach her.

"You going to the kitchen?" Marceline asked him.

"Yeah, why? You wantin' something?" LSP didn't bother waiting for her friend, she spun on her heel and headed towards to kitchen first.

"Yeah, could you fill this with more cranberry?" She stood, leaning over her brother and handed him her glass. "Bonnie, what do you want?" She asked me over her shoulder.

"Um." I wasn't incredibly experienced with alcohol. I'd drank before, but certainly didn't know enough to know drink names or even my own preference. "I'll have whatever you're having."

That seemed to satisfy her, she nodded and told Bongo what we wanted. It didn't take long for him to come back with both of our drinks, LSP trailed behind him and whined about not only having to carry her own drink, but Bongo's too.

I can't say I was fond of vodka and cranberry. The vodka burned on the way down, and I could have sworn I felt it burning in my stomach, too. The cranberry took the edge off a little, but didn't do a good job of smothering the harsh taste of alcohol in my drink.

It got easier to gulp down after my third glass. And as I looked around, I noticed no one else seemed to be having an issue with their drinking. LSP was curled up on a chair, wheezing because of a joke Bongo told five minutes ago. Finn was declaring how much he wanted to spend time playing video games with his little lady friend, whose name I never found out. I wasn't even sure if it was okay for Finn to be drinking, but no one else had a problem with it, not even his cousin. Fionna was pretty drunk too, she was yelling about how Marshal's favorite wrestler was a weakling, and Marshal was a weakling for supporting him. That ended in them having a bunch of armwrestling matches. Fionna always won.

"Hey!" Kiela yelled at everyone. "Hey! Guys, lets play ring of fire!"

I looked up at her, it took a second to focus properly. "What's 'ring of fire'?"

"It's this game..." She said, and she looked confused, like she was trying to remember something.

"Yeah, we know it's a game, Keila." Marceline chuckled from my side. She turned to me and explained, "You gather a bunch of people around a circle of cards. Then you go around the circle and the person picks a card, each one means a different thing. So uh, if you pick up a card with seven on it, it means heaven. You point to the sky. Last person to do it loses and has to drink."

"Oh," I sort of understood. "But I don't know what the rest mean."

"It's alright." She came closer and nudged me with her shoulder. "Stick near me and I'll help you out."

Keila snatched the cards from the floor, left there by Marshal and Fionna when they were messing around with them earlier on in the night, and made a huge circle with the cards, facing them down. She disappeared for a minute and returned with a large pint glass.

"What's that for?" I whispered to Marceline as Keila placed it in the center of the circle.

"When someone picks up a king card you gotta pour some of your drink into that glass." She pointed at it as if I'd forgotten all about it. Honestly I kind of had forgotten already. "Then whoever picks up the last king card has to drink it."

"But everyone has different drinks!" I couldn't imagine drinking whatever awful concoction we'd create.

"That's why it's so fun." Her wink sent butterflies through my stomach, I blamed it on the alcohol. She must have thought I looked wary so she said, "You wanna play with soda instead?"

I glanced around the room, at Keila laughing too hard, Marshal swaying with a huge grin on his face, LSP joining Bongo in his air-drum solo. It looked like fun.

"No, it's okay. I want to. I'll have like, one or two drinks with you guys." I said, wondering what harm could that do.

"There's no such thing as one or two drinks in this game, Bonnie."

She was right.

I didn't know how long it had been since we started that game, and I don't think I cared at the time. But one thing I knew was that I definitely had more than two drinks. My head was swimming, or spinning, I really couldn't pin down which one described it better. My body felt light and nice, glowing, though that didn't make any sense to me. It was hard to focus on anything, look at people, but I couldn't help smiling.

"Waterfall!" I yelled as I picked up the ace card. I was becoming familiar with the rules now. The rule for that card was a person couldn't stop drinking until the person next to them did. I was feeling brave, so I promised myself I'd drink as much as I possibly could. I drew the glass to my lips and began to gulp down my drink. Everyone else started to drink too.

It felt like I was taking huge gulps with my drink, Marceline was looking at me, almost begging me to stop so she could too, without losing the game. I turned to her, glass still attached to my lips, and raised my eyebrows, challenging her.

She seemed to accept, she raised her glass even higher, her eyebrows along with it.

Eventually I gave in, I could hardly breathe and my head was all over the place already. The second I stopped drinking, she stopped too, the waterfall continuing without us.

"Are you trying to outdo me, Miss Bubblegum?" She murmured, resting her arm against mine.

I grinned at her, the alcohol made me brave. "Maybe I am, Miss Adabeer. What would you do about it?"

It seemed like that took her by surprise, but she quickly took on a playful smirk and said, "Kick your ass at whatever game you're playing."

"Bring it on." I grinned.

The game continued, Marceline and I tried to outdo each other with whatever task the card chose for us. She won on nine, I won on five, so on and so forth.

After a long while the last king card was chosen.

"LSP!" Finn yelled. "You have to drink the mixture!"

LSP stared at the drink in the middle of the cards. She looked terrified. From what I understood, it was a mix of vodka, lager, beer, rum and somehow milk.

"Do I have to?" LSP asked us all.

"You picked the last king." I sang. "It's the rules."

"Fine." She glared at me, but I knew she couldn't stay mad at me forever.

Watching my friend drink that horrid concoction was strangely hilarious, I mean sure, I felt really bad for her. But the faces she pulled were just comical. Marceline and I shared a look before we dissolved into hysterics, it ended up with her leaning on me and I holding my sides together.

It wasn't long after that when everyone decided it was time to call it a night.

"Bonbon!" LSP shouted from the doorway. I was still sitting on the floor with Marceline, talking about nothing in particular, but it felt good. "You wanna share a cab?"

I glanced at the clock hung in the front room, it was pretty late. But the thought of going home drunk and having to face the wrath of not only my parents, but my uncle Pepperwood too, was not a fun thought.

"Uh, I uh, I guess now's a good time." I stood, but the action was much easier said than done. The second I got to me feet I wanted to fall back down and lay there forever.

"You can stay here if you want?" Marceline said to me as she stood. "Top and tail?" Her grin was adorable, yet strangely taunting.

"Can I?" I asked, even though I was already trying to remember where I'd left my phone, I needed to tell my parents I was staying out after all.

"Of course, don't even need to ask."

Marceline left the room, probably to wish everyone a safe journey as they left, and I sent a text message to Pepperwood to let him know I wouldn't be home until the morning.

Even Fionna was leaving, honestly, I wasn't surprised after what happened the last time she stayed over. I caught her placing a kiss on Marshal's cheek before she swung around and walked out of the front door, the way Marshal rubbed his face reminded me of a child wiping away the kiss of their parent. But the blush on his cheeks told me he enjoyed it.

"Bring it in, sugar!" LSP yelled at me, even though we were stood at the front door and she had no need to yell anymore. Before I could react she had be in her grasp, hugging me way too tightly. "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?"

"Yeah, I'll call you." I wheezed, her grip really was strong. She let go, blew everyone a kiss and went on her way.

After everybody had left I followed Marceline to the kitchen.

"Ugh." She sighed. "Look at this mess."

The kitchen was littered with bottles, crumpled cans and glasses stained with lipstick. And I'm pretty sure I was a load of cigarette butts clogging the sink too.

"Ain't no way in hell I'm cleaning this." She said. "I'll get Marshal to do it tomorrow. Bribe him with gummy worms and blackmail."

I couldn't help but laugh at that.

"C'mon." Marceline walked towards me, took my hand and dragged me out the kitchen.

"Where are we going?" Marceline's hand was so soft, but I could feel the calluses of her fingertips grazing the back of my hand. It only made the rest of her skin feel like satin.

"My room, need to get your bed set up whilst I can still see straight."

"Thought we were topping and tailing?" I felt like I slurred, I really wasn't sure.

"Oh." She stopped walked when we reached the stairs. "Well, less stress for me."

Still, she carried on to her room, taking me with her. I had a little trouble with the stairs but Marceline lead me to the top without much hassle. We reached her room without any major injuries, where Marceline attempted to flick the light switch but slurred out, "Fuck it, turning on lights is hard." and shut the bedroom door.

"It's dark." I said, as if she couldn't already tell.

"Yeah... Hey, Bon?"

"Yeah?" I whispered into the dark. My eyes hadn't adjusted yet, Marceline was nothing but a shadow in the night.

"I'd uh, I wanna try something."

"Oh?" I didn't know how to reply to that, I didn't even know what she meant. Suddenly I felt her presence in front of me and took a step back, bumping into the wall.

"But, I wanna make sure you're cool with it first." Her voice made me think she was being shy, with the way it was quiet and quavering. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol.

She took my face in one of her hands, thumb rubbing circles into my cheek.

"Cool, with what?" I mentally cursed my shaky voice.

I got my answer. Marceline leaned in slowly, ever so slowly, until her lips were one single breath away from mine.

"I just uh..." She whispered. Her breath was warm, and the sweet smell of alcohol and fruit drifted to my nose. "I uh-"

"Shh." I hushed her, done with her stalling, no matter how cute it was. I flung my arm, maybe a little too forcefully judging by her gasp, around her neck and entwined my fingers into the hair falling there. I didn't waste any time in pulling her towards me, pressing my lips against hers. I took her open mouth as an invitation to coax her tongue with my own.

Our tongue's started a slow dance, her shyness easing away as the seconds ticked by. I couldn't stop my other hand from trailing up her thigh and grasping at her waist, Marceline didn't mind, in fact she seemed to enjoy it. She moved closer to me, pushing her chest into mine, pressing her hands into my hair, pulling me towards her.

Somehow we'd moved backwards and Marceline's knees hit the edge of her bed. I made a point of catching her eye before smirking, pushing her down and then crawling up to join her, throwing my legs at either side of her.

"I'm cool with it." I said, looking down at her. She gazed up at me, confusion etched into her face. "If this is the thing you wanted to try." I added.

The alcohol was still making my head spin, not to mention making it harder to stop smiling. Or, as it turned out, touching Marceline. My hands had made their way to Marceline's sides, hers had made their way to my hips, holding me there.

I leaned down, bumping my nose against hers before kissing her again. I didn't notice how soft her lips were before, they were much softer than her actions. Not that I was complaining.

Marceline moved her hands to my waist, digging her fingers into sides, pulling me down on top of her. I pulled my lips from hers and moved back, smirking at the whine she let slip, and lifted my arms over my head. Marceline sat up, using my thighs to help her, and helped me out of my shirt. I wasted no time in removing hers and tossing it somewhere behind me, neither of us caring where.

Marceline's hands slowly slid up my back, making my skin tingle and burn, until she found the clip on my bra. With a tug it fell open, and the straps slid down my arms. Before it hit the bed, Marceline's hand had already cupped one of my breasts, rolling circles over my sensitive nipple.

I felt a moan escape me and I pushed myself further into Marceline's touch. Her mouth was at my neck, dusting kisses against my throat, and her other hand was trailing scorching lines up and down my bare thigh.

I tugged my hands from her head and hitched my skirt up around my stomach, not wanting to move away from her hands to do so. Marceline started drawing patterns in my skin with her nails and her hand rose higher and higher, until her fingers were at the hem of my panties.

I gasped as she pressed against the cloth, and couldn't help the way my hips bucked further into her grasp. I caught her mouth with my own as I opened my legs wider to make way for my hands. In a few drawn out motions I'd managed to undo the buttons of her jeans and slid my hand inside, I had to hold my moan as I realized Marceline had gone all night without underwear.

Marceline pushed the fabric of my panties aside to tease the small bundle of nerves there, it wasn't long until I felt her push a single finger inside of me. I did the same to her, making sure to curl and uncurl my finger, using my thumb to tease her the way she was teasing me.

She started a steady rhythm, pushing her finger in and out until she added a second. I whined and couldn't stop my hips from thrusting against her hand. As I quickened the pace of my hand against her, she did the same.

"Bonnie..." Marceline ground out, her forehead pressed to my shoulder. Her teeth grazed my collarbone, my neck and finally my jawline. Our lips were millimeters away, both breathing hard and fast.

I pressed my forehead against hers as my hips started moving of their own accord, I felt myself coming close. I slipped another finger into Marceline, and her long groan almost tipped me over the edge.

The feeling of Marceline grinding against me again and again was too much, I felt my body stiffen and shudder as I got the relief I craved. Somehow I kept pushing up and into Marceline, and she came soon after me, shaking as she rode it out against me.

Her teeth found my throat again as she gave a final moan before slumping down onto me, face on my chest. We were there for some time, both breathing heavily against each other until Marceline breathed out, "Wow."

"Yeah." I laughed, still feeling breathless.

I put my arms around her and laid us down, not bothering with a blanket. Marceline raised her head to stare at me, her face burning red. Her hair was messy, some sticking to the side of her neck, and I was sure mine looked no better.

"Hey, Bon?" She said as I pushed the hair from her face.

I hummed to let her know I was listening.

"I uh, I really like you, Bonnibel."

I tore my eyes from the slope of her neck to look at her. She was blushing even more, and I expected her to look away in embarrassment, but she didn't. Marceline kept her eyes fixed on mine, it was the most confident I'd ever seen her. I knew my face was burning red too.

"I really like you too," I murmured, running my thumb against her now swollen lips. "Dummy." I added for good measure.

She grinned, it was wide, bright and beautiful, and I couldn't help but grin as well. Marceline entwined her fingers with mine before reaching over and tugging a blanket over us both.

"Goodnight, Bon." She whispered, placing a kiss on the tip of my nose. She wound her arms around my waist, pulling me closer and rest her chin on top of my hair.

"Goodnight, Marcy."