There was a trail of discarded clothing leading from the front door, up the hall and into the special sound proofed bedroom. It started out innocently enough, a dark grey hoodie, a jacket and floor length deep purple dress, jeans and heeled boots, but then the trail became full of leather clothing and panties soaked with the evidence of the night's desires and frustrations.
Across the bed Marceline was handcuffed spread-eagled and spectacularly naked. She arched and moaned as her lover drew her fingernails in torturously slow lines down her abdomen and the tops of her thighs, leaving raised red lines. The act itself felt almost reverent in its sadism, that Bonnie was acting out her darker fantasies every bit as much as Marceline, that they both loved the pain it caused, that it was what society considered 'wrong', perverted. Something about the wrongness of it was attractive and so long as they were both enjoying it neither of them worried about how other people would view it if they knew.
"You realize that you're corrupting me as much as I'm corrupting you." Bonnie murmured as she gave in to temptation and let her hand slide down between her lover's legs, moving rhythmically against the warm wetness she found there and causing the other woman to swear and grind against her.
"Then we're both guilty. At least we're in good company." Marcy managed to gasp around the friction pulsing through her.
"Mm, you know, I could just do this all night, Is that what you want? You want me to fuck you all night long and make you scream my name?" the redhead asked with a leisurely smile.
"God, yes. Fuck me." Marcy replied in a moan.
"Beg me." Bonnie purred.
"Please. I'll do anything, I just need you, I- ah-"
She broke off with a gasp as two fingers pushed past the slight resistance of her lips and entered her slowly, carefully, stroking and caressing almost a little shyly.
"Like this?" Bonnie asked again.
"Harder. Please."
The pressure and speed increased and soon there was a mouth biting and kissing along her thighs too until eager lips reached the point of her pleasure and a tongue was lapping at her and circling with expert talent. Marceline came hard and long, screaming her lover's name and writhing as much as her restraints would allow. She whimpered when the ministrations of that incredible mouth finished with a soft kiss against her core before hands and lips disappeared. Any second now Bonnie would untie her and she'd get to make the redhead scream in turn, Marceline thought in languid anticipation. She'd yet to discover anything she enjoyed more than losing herself in pleasuring her lover. But instead of the expected clink of handcuff keys Marceline felt the pillow under her head sink down as a knee landed either side of her head.
"You ready?" Bonnie asked, eyes lidded and burning with lust.
Marcy responded by craning her head forward and placing a light kiss against her, making her moan and roll her hips down until she was grinding against the younger woman's mouth. It was lewd, Marceline was aware that she was probably a pervert, but one of the things she loved most about going down on Bonnie was the other woman's taste. Sweet and sharp, she was like nothing the younger woman had ever experienced before. As the redhead rode her face relentlessly, gripping the headboard as she arched against the eager tongue, Marceline took the time to indulge in that incredible taste. The flood of sweetness that hit her lips as the other woman came against her mouth, head thrown back and body arching in ecstasy, was enough to send a fresh wave of heat rushing through Marceline although she'd been so certain she was spent. When Bonnie finally tumbled bonelessly down beside her and reached out to open the handcuffs Marcy immediately rolled over so she was pinning the redhead beneath her, grinding against her thigh.
"You promised to fuck me all night." she pointed out between urgent, messy kisses that tangled their scents and flavors together and left her breathless.
"I did." Bonnie agreed as her hands found Marceline's hips and helped guide her movements. She slid further up and her lover hooked one leg up onto her shoulder, gasping as it brought their cores into contact and rocking her hips against the delicious friction.
"And it's barely even twelve. Still plenty of night to go." Marcy continued.
"I bet I'll wear you out with just one more. You won't last the whole night." Bonnie teased. Her eyes were squeezed shut though, concentrating on the pleasure that their bodies moving together was filling her with. Soon, she knew she was still so turn on and when her climax came again it would be just as explosive as the first.
"Challenge accepted." Marcy gasped.
It was hours later when they lay down to sleep, Marceline curled trustingly in Bonnie's arms with her head pillowed on the redhead's shoulder.
"Bon?"
"Hm?"
"Did it really bother you that Finn tried to kiss me? You know I was super mad with him about it, right?"
"No, I know he's an idiot. But he looked up and looked right at me before he did it and I don't like people trying to mess with my head. Even if he doesn't know about us I still get territorial. And who the hell does he thinking he is trying to kiss people without consent, people who obviously don't want him to? I was never genuinely mad at you but he's pissed me off for real with that stunt."
"He's trying to get back into his ex-girlfriend's pants. Or not, I guess. The whole reasons he got dumped the first time is because she got sick of waiting to fuck him and he's still trying to pretend he's not asexual. Dude might be secretly gay for all I know but he just isn't interested in sex."
Bonnie was quiet for a while, thinking it over.
"Then why'd he decide to lock eyes with me? Unless he suspects something between us, and I just don't think the guy's that observant." she finally asked softly.
"Dunno, why do guys do anything?" Marcy shrugged. Bonnie hummed in reply but didn't say anything else and Marceline could tell she was on the edge of sleep. But there was something she wanted to know before the night ended. She spoke softly, hesitant and a little unsure if she really wanted to bring it up but still curious nevertheless. "Bonnie? At the club tonight, you said... Girlfriend?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Girlfriend, that ok?" came the sleepy reply.
"It's perfect, I love it."
"Mm, good. Goodnight."
"Goodnight. Girlfriend."
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"Hey, what are you doing today?"
"Uh, today? I'm planning on sitting in my dorm room with my bass trying to figure out that hammer-on-pull-off technique Tool use. It sounds way cool but I can't get the same volume on the pull-off as the hammer-on, I guess it's just practice but-"
"Put the bass down and come downstairs, I'm parked outside and you're coming to my brother's place for dinner."
Marceline sighed; she didn't want to acknowledge that it wasn't just a regular day. She'd always hated Thanksgiving and since her mom was away visiting her step-father's family and Hunson had immediately booked a flight to Europe when the first mention of the holidays came up, it wasn't like she even had anyplace to be or anyone to celebrate with. Uncle Simon would have loved to have seen her but he was sick in the hospital and in no fit state to receive visitors. Finn had some important football game and after that he and Jake were driving a couple of hours north to visit their parents; she'd politely declined their offer to come along with them. Marceline had only met Jake's weird twin brother Jermaine once and she had no interest in repeating the experience. So she'd planned on just hiding out in her room and pretending she didn't like turkey anyway.
But as usual Bonnie had gone ahead and made plans and it wasn't part of their dynamic for Marceline to argue. Besides, it was a relationship milestone, right? She nodded to herself; ever since the word 'girlfriend' had been uttered things had been subtly different. Less overtly about kinky sex, more like a genuine adult relationship. They're watched TV and eaten takeout Thai food a few night ago and gone to bed without anyone even having a single screaming orgasm and somehow that hadn't been frustrating. Marceline had left some clothes and a toothbrush at the older woman's apartment, they'd laughed about and then had a fairly serious conversation about their age gap and what sort of issues they'd need to be prepared to face. And it was those intense blue eyes and light red hair that Marcy thought about to keep herself warm when the winter wind cut through her clothing, it was the way that Bonnie laughed and her whole face lit up that made the younger woman's heart thump inside her rib cage. At no point had Marceline been prepared to fall in love with someone on her first adventure onto the BDSM scene.
"You still there?" Bonnie prompted, and Marcy realized she'd just been sitting quietly lost in thought.
"Yeah, yeah sorry. I, uh, I better put some pants on." she replied with a shake of her head. Ruminations on how their relationship was rapidly becoming more serious than anything she'd ever been in before could wait, Marcy had some turkey to eat.
...
Dr Edwin 'Neddy' Sugar was not what Marceline had expected. He had his older sister's eyes for sure, and the same pale red hair that on his face grew into a pair of heavy, bushy eyebrows. Those brows were currently pulled together into a frown as he surveyed the nervous girl sitting on his couch. He cleared his throat and took a breath, holding it for a long second before he let it out without speaking a word. Finally the tension grew too heavy and Marceline couldn't stand it.
"So, this is a nice place." she ventured, gesturing around at the spartan lounge. "When did you move in?"
"About ten years ago." he replied tightly. Marceline tried not to glace back at the plain wooden crate holding up the TV and the completely bare white walls.
And that killed that conversation. Marceline clasped her hands together and stared down at them, wishing hard that Neddy hadn't forgotten cranberry sauce and hadn't asked his sister to run to the store for him.
"So, how old are you?" he asked unexpectedly. Marceline looked up and caught the direct frown assessing her face.
"Old enough to consent." she replied coldly. It wasn't too hard to see why Ned had a problem with her and she wasn't in any mood for yet another person to tell her she was too young to know how she felt. It was the same shit she'd heard for years and she wasn't going to sit there and take it from her girlfriend's weird brother.
"Is that so? Old enough to know what you're getting into? That's the real question, isn't it? See, my sister, she's a woman of pretty unorthodox tastes and it's gotten her in some pretty bad trouble in the past. And you're too young to get yourself involved in that kind of craziness. You-"
"Hey, sorry I took a while! The traffic's crazy out there."
Bonnie's voice calling from the hall broke the tension and Ned looked around.
"No worries, the turkey won't be done for another halt hour." he replied easily as his sister appeared in the doorway with the missing cranberry sauce. Her smile flickered a little between Marceline's still set face and Ned's rigid smile and it didn't take a genius to work out where the conversation must have gone.
Dinner was tense and mostly quiet. The best respite was when Bonnie reminded Marceline halfway through that Finn was playing his big match that day and they put the TV on to watch. It wasn't like she was an especially big football fan but it certainly beat sitting watching Neddy throw his sister significant glances and Bonnie return them with an obstinate jut of her chin. The game was approaching halftime and looked to be going Notre Dame's way at least, Penn State's defense were outpaced trying to keep up just with Finn.
"And Notre Dame's star quarterback Finn Mertens takes the ball, looks like he's making a run for it! You have to say, that young man has got some serious speed when he gets into the zone, Penn State look to have been caught unawares and- OH TOUCHDOWN! WHAT A RUN!" the commentator yelled over the sudden eruption of cheers and screams from the crowd.
"Go Finn!" Marcy grinned, glad for her friend he was doing so well.
"Friend of yours?" Neddy asked, still frowning.
"A good friend." she replied distractedly, smiling at the TV where Finn's team mates were hoisting him up onto their shoulders in celebration. "We've been friends since freshman year."
"So... you're a student?" Neddy pressed. Marceline looked away from the TV and met his gaze calmly, she'd had enough of older men putting her down to last a lifetime.
"Yeah, I'm a music major. Junior year. We didn't know we were at the same college until after we got together." Marcy replied evenly.
"I can't even- Bonnie? You're seriously getting involved with a student?" Neddy demanded.
"I seriously am. And I seriously don't want to hear a goddamn word about it, ok? We already talked about it, I already did a lot of thinking about it and we decided it was worth the work we'd need to put into it. I brought Marcy along today because I wanted you to know about us, because I didn't want her to think she's a dirty little secret. I want you to know about and respect our relationship, Ned."
He obviously didn't know what to say so simply nodded and took an extra-large bite of turkey. Marceline shot a small grin to her girlfriend across the table and Bonnie smiled back before they both returned to watching Finn win his college football game with a crushing final score.
...
"So that was..." Marcy started in the car on the way back to her dorm.
"Yeah, it was. Look, I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Neddy before. I knew he wouldn't approve but I wanted to at least give him the chance to be decent about it. He and I aren't on especially good terms." Bonnie replied softly. It didn't escape Marceline's notice that her hands were gripping the wheel tightly and her posture was rigid.
"When you were out getting the cranberry sauce he said something. About you getting in trouble in the past?"
Bonnie sighed and ran a hand through her hair before reaching out and lacing their fingers together, eyes still on the road.
"Neddy got me this teaching position after I left my last job. I had a bad break up and my ex outed me to the research institution I was working for. The way my contract was worded meant my project data legally belonged to them and they published it without even letting me attach my name to it as an afterthought. I lost my job and my home and everything I'd worked on for more than four years because she was spiteful."
"Wait, so because your ex wanted to get back at you for breaking up with her, she ruined your career?" Marcy asked, horrified.
"Yeah pretty much. It wasn't like they were especially thrilled I was gay but they wouldn't have had grounds to dismiss me just for having been in a same sex relationship. No, it was the kinky stuff. Apparently I was 'bringing my organization into disrepute' because what I choose to do with consenting adults behind closed doors is their business? I had to stand there while they smugly told me they owned my fucking data, even my designs were patented in their name! Someone else is getting rich off the back of my hard work and all because Shoko was a vindictive fucking bitch-"
"Bon-"
"-And now I'm stuck teaching mouth-breathers like Finn and his buddies the elementary school version of things that I could literally write a book about off the top of my fucking head-"
"Bonnie, please-"
"-because the way I choose to pleasure other women isn't anyone else's goddamn business but mine and theirs, it's a basic biological truth that pain and pleasure use the same neural pathways-"
"BONNIE WOULD YOU SLOW THE FUCK DOWN?"
There was ringing silence for a long minute as the car slowed back to the legal driving speed and Marcy's ears rang like it had been someone else who'd just raised their voice to their new, older, dominant girlfriend for the very first time.
"I'm sorry." the redhead breathed, half sighing her words. "It just still stresses me out. I guess I haven't completely processed all of my feelings about it."
"S'ok." Marceline muttered. She didn't let go of the hand still holding her own though, it was comforting to know she could yell at the redhead if she needed to and they would still be ok afterwards.
"It was a while ago, I should just get over it." Bonnie added, although her face was still set in angry lines.
"But it's obviously important to you." Marcy soothed. "It's ok to be sad and angry about it, you lost all of your research and of course that's gonna be rough on you. Just, please don't speed through town? The last thing that's gonna help any is getting pulled over."
They'd arrived outside her dorm building anyway and the redhead pulled into a parking spot, turning to her girlfriend in the gloom and unclipping her seat belt.
"Come here." she murmured, in the velvet soft voice Marceline recognized from the hours they'd spent in the bedroom together. Bonnie could sound as soft as she wanted but she was completely in control beneath that gentle surface. The younger woman leaned forward into the kiss, glad she could at least calm her lover that way. Their kiss was deep and unhurried, like always the intoxicating feeling of just being close to the other woman had Marceline feeling weightless. When she finally pulled back a little to stare into her lover's eyes the tension from the day had almost disappeared.
"I don't have to go home. We could spend the night at your place instead." Marcy suggested.
"We definitely could. I just figured, since you have class in the morning you'd want to be closer to campus." Bonnie replied a little breathlessly. "But if you want to come over and we can unwind together-"
She broke off, eyes unfocussed and staring over Marceline's shoulder. The younger woman whipped around to see whatever it was that had her lover staring like a deer in the headlights and felt her heart seize.
Not twenty feet away Phoebe was saying goodnight to an older man who looked far too like her not to be her father. As she rooted in her bag for his keys he'd been looking to the car parked next to the one Marcy and Bonnie were sitting in and his eyes had locked with Bonnie's, widening in surprise and recognition. She was staring right back and the color was draining from her cheeks. They distinctly heard Phoebe call, "Goodnight, Dad!" over her shoulder as she opened the door to her own building and the man bid her a distracted goodnight of his own. It was only when the headlights of another passing vehicle illuminated his face that a jolt of cold horror ran through Marceline too. He was staring right at them, brow furrowed in recognition
"Is that guy staring at us?" she breathed, horrified.
"Yes, yes he is. And he definitely just saw the staff parking permit in my car window. Fuck, we have to go. That's Phoenix." Bonnie replied in a tight, strangled voice. She keyed the engine back to life and reversed abruptly out of the parking space, accelerating away from him before the man had managed to take two steps towards his own car. Marceline didn't know the specifics of what had gone down between her lover and the man who was apparently her best friend's ex-girlfriend's father but from the tension in the redhead's face she figured he was bad news. Things were about to get interesting, for sure.