He was right. Gabe's smile blinds him from the second he knocks on the door. Marceline gives him a quick look when he enters and shrugs off his jacket. Before another word can be said, he's pushed and seated at the kitchen island, coffee mug of hot chocolate in hand. He smiles at the hospitality.

Gabe sits opposite of him, shifting in his fluffy sweater before sighing in content. The two boys look at each other silently with bubbly smiles.

It's endearing at first, but after five entire minutes of nothing but silent smiles and occasional sips of drinks, it quickly becomes unbearable.

"So…" Marceline drawls, trying to get the beginnings of a conversation going. She looks between the two frequently, as they continue to just sit there, showing no other forms of life other than that godawful-wistful-sighing and sips of Cocoa.

Finally, after who knows how long, Marshall murmurs, "Hmm? What was that?" He seems to tell something to the other boy with his eyes; Gabriel holds back a giggle.

Marceline just about looses it. Patience is not one of her strong suits, and she acknowledges it. Just not at the moment. But before she can give the two a piece of her mind, soft hands run over her shoulders.

"Hey Marcy, can we go talk outside for a minute?" She lets the tension run into those hands, and stands to go, but not before giving both of them a ditry look. Not like they notice it however.

Outside in the cold, she hugs her arms to herself, then decides on the more warm prospect; her girlfriend. Bonnibel hums happily at the action. "So what did you want me for again?"

"I… its about Marshall and Gabriel."

Marceline nods against the top of her head, then realizing she can't see it, says "Yeah. Those two dorks." Bonnibel turns in her grasp, snatching her mug. Marceline smiles smugly when the girl spits out the drink a second after.

"What in God's name is in this cup?!" She sputters.

"Black Coffee."

"Ugh. That's god awful." She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, shooting her girlfriend a look. "Who in hell drinks coffee in the fall? It's hot cocoa season!"

"Ehh." She shrugs, pulling her back against her chest in a hug once more and stealing back her mug. "Sorry I like things bitter."

"Anyways," Bonnibel starts, "I'm sure you've seen… something going on between them, right? Or is it just me? My gaydar sucks."

Marceline takes a hot swallow of coffee before saying bluntly, "Not just you babe, I saw it earlier. They stared at each other for ten fucking minutes! Even we aren't that gay. Damn." She takes another sip.

"Yeah, if they don't have a thing for each other, I must be colorblind." Marceline pauses, dropping the mug from her lips.

"What? Why would you be colorblind?"

Bonnibel twists in the hug to look up with a grin. "Because whenever they're together, a giant rainbow just envelopes the room. All I see is one huge, glowing, iridescennt ball of gay."

Marceline sputters, and whether it be the combination of Bonnibel cursing in that sweet little voice, or even that perfectly placed metaphor, they both end up laughing.

Bonnie giggles into her shoulder as she clears her throat, trying to subside the extra chuckles that might spill out. She raises a hand and they fist bump. "Ahah wow… that was a good one babe."

"Ahh thanks, I try." The blonde goes up on her tiptoes for a brief kiss, and Marceline catches herself staring at her now, rosy red cheeks. How long have they been outside, in the cold?

"So that's all? You just wanted to confirm you suspicions or something."

"No, it's just… could you talk to Marshall about it? I'm pretty sure he hasn't realized how he feels torwards Gabirel yet; let it be platonic or romantic."

"Ahh, you want me to sit him down, pat him on the back and give the old 'you're really a flaming homosexual' talk? Gotcha."

"No! You know what I mean." She huffs. Her words seem to warp in the warm cloud of breath left in its wake.

"Yeah yeah. Same thing, but a little more subtle-"

"And understanding.." Bonnie interrupts.

"and understanding s-"

"And reasonable.." She adds.

"Yeah, reasonable too-"

"And less stubborn."

"And.. less stubborn.." Marceline's brows begin to knit in frustration and anger as she continues.

"AND" she adds, using an emphasis. "extremely sexy."

"And extremely sexy yes- wait what?" Bonnibel laughs at her brief confusion, insides filling with warmth when she see's her girlfriend smile once more.

"You're pretty sneaky" she says, letting herself be pulled down a bit more. "So I'll talk to him about it, and be more understanding, reasonable, less stubborn, and extremely sexy. Got it." She nuzzles her nose against hers.

"Hmm." The blonde hums in a approval, before an alarming shiver goes down her spine. "Fuck, its cold." She huffs afterwards.

Marceline looks her over with a concerned eye, before deviousness takes up the glint in it. She empties the rest of her mug's contents in the grass before setting it on the small wall beside them. Her hands trail up the insides of Bonnie's shirt, tracing delicious circles over her ribs, a mysterious mixture of hot and cold. "You're just in luck Bonnibel. I do have some, very pleasurable methods of getting people warm."

Her breath hitches as the other's lips ghost over them, not quite touching. "And what might they be?"

They stare at each other steamily, before Marceline leans forward for a chaste kiss, lingering longer than it should. She bites the other girl's lip lightly before leaning back and belting out, " PILLOW FIGHT!" and running back inside. Abrupt cries of surprise sound from inside the home as she predicts the girl is assaulting the two fruitfully with a pillow.

Bonnibel stumbles a step forward, mind a confused flurry. Quickly she sorts it out, and a smile grows on her lips. Marceline's playfulness, god her playfulness, is what keeps her calm. Keeps her excited. Well, not just her playfulness, but everything about her. Though they have been in a relationship for three years, it keeps the fire burning. it keeps it just like it was before they became a couple, when everything was a spontaneous adventure. And Bonnibel loves her so much for that.

But, she decides sternly, leaving her all hot and bothered like that, was unacceptable. Inexcusable. Required for punishment. So, she calmly picks up the girl's mug, walks back inside and drops it in the sink. Marshall freezes from his position on the couch, ready to spring on his sister and shirt riled up around his stomach. Gabriel and Marceline pause also; The boy bent over in a fierce headlock and Marceline holding a pillow threateningly over his mussed hair.

She picks a pillow, and thinks, 'Yes, this deserves punishment. Sweet, sweet revenge.' So with a loud yell of "Revenge!" and a couch pillow in hand, she charges into the room and the fight commences once again.

And it is a long, interesting, but mostly warm night indeed.