Adventure Time is not owned by me and I am not making any money off this fanfiction.
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Her fingers trace your hips as you slowly move. Her breathing becomes harsh, and she hisses as you slip one finger in, slowly moving in and out. Her hips react, moving with your hand, following your rhythm. You kiss her, gently, slowly, and everything tastes like bubblegum and the color red, and you don't know where she begins and you end anymore. Everything is a mash of gray and pink, and it blurs your always clear mind.
Hours pass. You know it's day, but you can't tell inside the house. You close your eyes for a second; you catch your breath, and rest for a bit. You start to remember that you have things to do, duties to attend. You try to get up, but then you feel her nails lightly dig into your back, and you giggle, and she coaxes you back into her arms, and you forget about the world , and that there are things to do, and that there are duties to attend...
She kisses you on the neck, and you giggle again, her tongue tickling you, making you feel warm. Her hands cup your breast, and you sigh, close your eyes, and just listen to her, and the noises both of you are making...
But you didn't expect the knock.
You fall into her arms, surprised, and another harsh knock falls on Marceline's door. You quickly calculate who it could be... and you're 99.9% sure it's Peppermint Butler.
"Princess! Princeeeess! Tell this, this ruffian to open the door this instant!"
"It's your butler," Marceline says, handing you your clothes. "Get dressed Bonni."
You quickly put on your dress, as Marceline throws on her jeans. Peppermint Butler bangs on the door again, using language you most certainly don't approve of. Once the both of you are dressed, you give Marceline a quick peck on the lips, and open the door, dreading the punishment you're sure Peppermint Butler and the council will give you.
"Princess! I'm glad you are safe!" Peppermint Butler says, breathing heavily from slamming against the door. "Did the vampire hurt you in any way?"
"No, and her name is Marceline! She is a queen and you shall treat her as such."
"Hmph! A queen of blood thirsty creatures that slither in the dark! Death told me all about you and your kind! No respect for life OR death! Come princess!" he said, taking your hand. "You are obviously too young to rule this kingdom by yourself! Or to know who to befriend!"
You pull your hand away from his and take a step backwards. "I am not too young for anything!"
"Uh, Bonni, I think you should listen to your butler..."
"No! I am the ruler of this kingdom, and maybe sometimes I need help to make certain decisions, but that's what I have the council for! You all used to be so sweet, so understanding! But you've all turned into... into..." Your face turned red, and Marceline's and Peppermint Butler's mouths were wide open. "You've become sour!"
Marceline and Peppermint Butler gasped.
"P-princess! I didn't know you felt that way..." Peppermint Butler said. "I'm sorry Princess. After your father died, I just felt like I had to protect you... I thought this ruff- I mean, Queen Marceline-"
"Dude, don't call me that."
"Yes, well-"
"Ever."
He glared at Marceline a little. You giggle. "Yes, well, I thought Miss Marceline-"
"Dude, don't call me that either-"
"I thought she was holding you against your will! Princess, if you trust her, then I will as well! And I trust you come back home soon; Your people need you," he says and leaves the house.
The door closes behind him, and you look at Marceline, who is floating with her mouth in the shape of an 'o' and no pants on.
"You told him Bonni!" She laughs with a slight cackle. "Maybe now he won't be so harsh with you and your duties!"
"If anything, now he's going to be tougher," you sigh, and you rub your temple. "Especially since he saw you with no pants on."
"Wha? Oops!" she says, smiling. "Sorry Bonnibelle!"
You giggle. She puts on some pants while you walk around her house, picking up small objects here and there.
"What's this?" You ask, picking up a small chain with what looked like a plus signal.
"It's a necklace Bonni. Should we leave now?" She asks, picking up her umbrella.
"I knew that! The plus signal, what is it?" you ask, looking at it closer. "There's a man on it!"
"It's a cross," Marceline said, taking it from your hands, and looking at it with a sadly. "It belonged to my mother."
"You have a mom?" You ask, surprised. Marceline raises an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that, I just-"
"It's ok," she says, and puts the necklace back in it's place. "Let's go Bonni! I suddenly have the craving for some peppermint red!" She says, smiling mischievously, but you see a small glint in her eyes, sad and bright, the look of good memories gone bad.
Melancholy.
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Back at your castle, Marceline waits in your room while the council and Peppermint Butler give you another lecture about the way you disappeared. They agree that they have been much to harsh on you lately though, and tell you they will take some of your duties upon themselves.
"No," you say. "I'll create someone to help me. The council needs to focus on keeping candy crime off the candy streets."
"And about this... Marceline..." The council says, and you stiffen. "We expect you to behave like a princess, no matter what Princess Bubblegum. And we expect that any friend of yours behaves in a way that compliments the Candy Kingdom, especially if she is a queen."
"Don't tell me how to behave!" you say, your face turning magenta. "And don't try to put my friends into classifications! I am the ruler of this kingdom, as I've said before I set the rules!" You stomp out of the council's room, anger flowing through your bubblegum veins.
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The walk back to your room is filled with emotions. You're angry at your council and at yourself, desperate to throw yourself in Marceline's arms, and filled with dread, knowing that there's a lot of work from the few hours that you were gone. Your brain is also buzzing, and you know you're going to have to look at your father's notes if you're going to want to create another candy person. He would have to be serious and stern if he's going to keep up with you and help with your duties.
'Maybe he should be lemon drop...' you say to yourself, standing in front of your bedroom door. You open it, and see Marceline...
Picking... her nose...
"Marceline! That's gross!"
"Aw, chill out Bon-Bon," she said, flicking her booger out to your balcony. "Everyone does it!"
"I most certainly don't!" You say, plopping down on your desk. "Royalty must behave properly!"
Marceline looks at you angrily, and inwardly, you feel like slapping yourself. Not five minutes ago did you yell at your council to not categorize others, and here you are, telling Marceline to act proper.
"I'm sorry Marceline, I didn't-"
"It's cool Bonnibelle, I know your under a lot of stress right now," she said, picking up her bass guitar and floating over to you. "I got a song for you."
Here you are, I see, workin' even harder,
There you are, I see, trying to get stronger,
It's like you don't even breaaath...
She pauses. Strums her bass a bit, tunes it, and strums it again.
"Sorry," she says, "It sounded a little funny."
"I don't mind," you say, staring at her lovingly.
"Ok, here I go again," she says, and clears her throat.
Here you are, I see, workin' even harder,
There you are, I see, trying to get stronger,
It's like, you don't even breaaath...
And you don't take a minute, to look around and see,
The beauty that is all around, and how lovely it just seems,
Your brain is always turning, looking for a way,
To try and solve every problem that comes your way,
In between it all, please just take a second,
To remember that I love lots,
With all my heart...
"And what's left of my soul I guess," Marceline said, scratching her head. "That song sucked, but I just had the urge to sing to you."
"I liked it," you say. "You've become really sweet Marceline."
"Only for you Bon Bon," she laughs, and you get up and hug her, forgetting the stack of papers you must read before sun down. You pull her down from the air, kiss her, fall back into the bed, kiss her again. Her lips leave a trail of cold kisses on your neck, giving you goosebumps, making your mouth quiver...
There's no knock this time, but you feel his eyes on you as a metal plate falls to the floor with a loud clatter, making Marceline jump off you and float to the other side of the room.
"You... in the castle... INDECENCY!" He screams.
"Oh, get over it silly," you say, picking him up. "We're all adults here."
"You most certainly aren't princess," he says after taking a deep breath. "And I would think SHE knows that as well," he glares at Marceline.
"Can't stop love Candy Man," Marceline said, shrugging. You blush, put your butler down and hug her. "I should go," she said, kissing you on the head.
"Don't go," you whine as she grabs her umbrella.
"You got work. I'll just distract you. I'll see you later," she said, floating out the balcony. "Love ya Bubby."
You giggle. "Love ya too."
"If you think if she thinks she is suitable material for you Princess, she would work on her royal manners," Peppermint Butler said, picking up his tray and broken tea cups.
"She's fine as she is my loyal butler," you tell him, petting his head. He smiles. Candy people are so simple and cute, but they can be very stubborn. You start reading your files and Peppermint Butler exits the room, leaving you to your thoughts.
You're mostly thinking about the files in front of you, about the small problems that bubble up in the Candy Kingdom, and about the bigger problems that crop up around the land of Ooo. But as usual, your mind wanders to Marceline, as it has since you can remember.
You think about her picking her nose. It bugged you. That was something that a princess shouldn't have to see, much less that a queen was doing it! Maybe she should work on her manners... It wouldn't kill her to stop picking her nose.
You keep reading your files. You skim through one that claims that there is a human boy living with a family of dogs. 'What a silly rumor,' you think as you reach for the next paper. You know that when your father died, humans became extinct.
It's close to midnight when you finish reading, and despite the fact that you haven't slept all at since last night, you're not tired. So instead you grab your father's notes, and head down to your lab. The lab is the first room they constructed when they built the palace, right on the spot where your father's small house used to stand. Sometimes it's strange to think this is where you were born, and sometimes, it's reassuring. And although you conserved this spot in your father's memory, you also did it because your first memory was here, and Marceline had been in it.
No one can say you aren't a genius. Naturally, you started remembering things at an early age. Your first memory was Marceline singing to you while your father worked quietly over his beakers. You remember staring at him... he would turn around and smile at you and Marceline, then go back to his beakers. Marceline was singing a song about a dragon, and then your father's beaker exploded, making his hair stand on end. He looked funny, so you laughed while Marceline floated over to check up on him. The memory ends with Marceline laughing after seeing he was ok, and then your father joins in as well, laughing with Marceline.
You're sitting at your desk, listening to your beakers boil the liquids they have in them. You're finally getting sleepy when the phone Marceline gave you rings. You take it out of your pocket, crush it like she showed you, and put it to your ear.
"Hello?"
"I'm outside calling out to you Bubs, why don't you open your balcony door?" Marceline says, and you swear you can hear her pouting.
"I'm in the lab," you manage to say, cutting off a yawn. "I'll be there in a minute."
"I'll just let myself in," she says.
"Ok..." you mumble, and hang up. You lay your head down on your lab desk... the bubbling noises soothe and lull you. You're asleep by the time Marceline gets there, but you do hear her singing to you when she carries you back to your royal bedroom.
My little princess, you're so cute,
Let me tell you, sleep looks good on you...
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It's not that I haven't written. I had no internet! So I'm sorry that I haven't updated. In the last chapter I asked you to guess where I lived. LA was close, but I live in San Diego! Most awesome city in the USA. Oh, and Pip, thank you for telling me about my errors! I went back and reread my story, and oh my glob, I was confusing my 'your' and 'you're' this whole time! That's horrible! If anyone else sees these horrible grammar errors, please tell me! Hope you enjoyed the chapter, review if ya want!