Chapter XXVII, Bonnibel
"La-da-da-da-da, I'm gonna bury you in the ground..."
When they both calmed down a little bit, when the last tears felt down from their cheeks, when their eyes finally dried out, they looked at each other again. So once more they're past some things, as new ones awaited them on their twisted paths. Marceline hardly expected that her lover will ever commit in such a way. That her dearest Bubblegum will ever want her that way. Forever, for whole eternity. The way it should be. It's good to be wrong at times. It's soothing to be wrong at times. At times it would seem, mistakes are for the better. The princess however urged to do it properly. Urged that she will show her how much she means to her. Urged that she will show her how much she loves her. So this time, it was she who knelt...
"La-da-da-da-da, I'm gonna bury you with my sound..."
...Without words, she looked at the vampire from down below. Her eyes glittered, as she took her hand and smooched it delicately. As her little fingers tangled around. As she smiled in the most beautiful way imaginable. That was the sight she longed for. That was the sight that soothed her heart. That made it beat in it's own rhythms once again. The way it should played eons ago. The shining ornament on the pale ring was enough for her. This little thing meant more than anything. This little thing indicated their bond. This little thing made the past trivial...
"I'm gonna drink the red from your pretty pink face..."
...Bubblegum stood up, still gazing at her, still taking every possible glimpse she could. Marceline for the first time in a while felt like that innocent little girl she was long time ago. Like a girl that just stopped being alone in this world. Like a girl that finally found peace. She felt that her heart overflows with joy. It was a nice feeling. Warm feeling. The one that she always craved for. The one that she always wondered about. How does it feel? How does it feel to love someone this much? How does it feel, when you want to spend your whole life with somebody? Or in her case, the rest of her eternal existence? Did it meant to feel this good? If so, she never wants to change that...
"I'm gonna drag you down to our little special place..."
...The princess thought about it as well. She never wanted to commit this much. She never wanted to ravel herself with someone else. She never wanted to do such a thing. Her kingdom. Her subjects. Her numerous tasks. Her responsibilities. Her duty. Still, in this one example, in this one case, she decided to make an exception. One could say that she did that only because the pale one almost slipped away from her grasp. One could say that she did that only after much consideration and, what's more important, after much calculations. Perhaps that was the case. Still, if that would be the reason, why her heart beat so fast?...
"And there I will, embrace your still little frame..."
...No need to hold back anymore. There never was a reason for that. There never was. So they kissed. This time it was different however. It felt stronger. More intense. Much sweeter, as no bitter thoughts interrupted their minds. Much more dulcet as no biting regrets tangled in their little fragile heads anymore. So they could feel each other in full. Inch by inch. Tongue to tongue. Frame to frame. All lost it's relevance. Time lost it's relevance. The place they were in, this stinking, ugly swamp lost it's relevance. The only meaningful thing were their tongues, wrapped around each other almost as if they haven't seen each other in a while. Perhaps that was the case. Their pleasantries were numerous, their thoughts, never soothed till this very moment...
"And there I will whisper only your name..."
...And with the last ravel of their tongues, came the moment of embrace, as their two little frames collided once again. Skin to skin, heart to heart. And they remained like that for a while, again, not saying a single word. There was no need for them this time around. No need for words that would spill this moment. No need for words that often came in their path, that often made things worse. That often hurt. At times, it's better just to feel and enjoy. Just to participate and smudge. Caress and listen to the in someone's chest, as this beat is the greatest of melodies, as this beat is the most magnificent thing in the whole world of Ooo...
"And there I will just hold you tight..."
...And then, Marceline took her lover down onto the ground. Not the finest of places. Not the nicest of places. Not the softest one as well. It hardly mattered however. What mattered was the company, and it was the greatest in the world. The most charming in the world. The most perfect one in the world. Bubblegum had to finally admit it out loud in her heart, in her mind, in her swirling thoughts. There wasn't anyone like her in this forsaken and sad world. There wasn't anyone and there never will be. So as the pale hands began to venture around her delicate, candy body, she trembled with delight. Nothing was better than that...
"And there I will long for you each night..."
...The vampire began to undress her. It was a natural course of action. This time however she did it slowly, she did it peacefully, as her mind was occupied with different notion. Before her, lied the most precious being in the whole world. The one that shielded her from the opinions of others. The one that always had a good word for her. The one that never doubted in her. The one that always was there in the crowd when she performed on stage. The one that always rooted for her. The one that always smooched her afterward. The fact that she always liked her music was just a minor detail. But, isn't life in the end, made from minor details?...
"As I will hold your hand close to mine..."
...Marceline. Pain at times. Nuisance at times. A little pesky urchin as well. Still, special in every kind of way. With a heart of gold. Always there, up to no good. Always there to have a laugh. Always there to have a laugh with her, and that was the most important thing of it all. Obviously, she couldn't neglect other things. The more she thought about her, the more her mind went crazy. One can say things about love all the time, yes, but desire, now that's something she always was found of despite her royal nature. She didn't said a word when the vampire began to unravel her brassiere with her teeth. She didn't said a word when the rest of her clothes flew away. No. She simply repaid the favor to her lover, in full...
"As I will look in your eyes as they shine..."
...Some say that the touch of the most important person in your life is like a divine grace. The vampire hardly knew a thing about divinity, yet there was nothing better than Bubblegum, venturing with her hands around her pale belly, circling around her round yet small hills, placing a drips of sugar all over the place. That was something she enjoyed immensely, nothing was sweeter than that. Nothing was sweeter than the princess. Her princess...
"As I will be happy to just see your smile..."
...That long tongue, having a journey over her pink skin. She knew that her lover did that only for the taste. She knew that she wanted to haggle as much of it as possible. To experience as much of it as possible. She was hardly to blame however and at the same time, this warm, trembling tool was quite pleasing. Or, perhaps more than quite. It had the habit to venture into all the weird places, into all the ditches and curves. One could say that the vampire's tongue knew her the best. She hardly minded that notion...
"As I will get lost in it for quite a while..."
...With each trembling move, with each high pitched gasp, they knew that this foreplay will end eventually. They hardly minded that notion. All good things come to an end, only to be replaced by those that far surpass them. The same could be said about their relationship. Always on the edge of pleasure and pain, pleasantries and hate. Now? Now it was more stable than ever, and it gave them ideas. More ideas than ever...
"La-da-da-da-da, I'm gonna bury you word by word..."
...Since the time of touches, caresses and smudges ended, as their lustful lips met once again. They liked that notion, that very notion when their breathes mangled together. When their tongues twisted and turned inside. Such warmth. Such passion. Such heat. It would be hard to experience it with any kind of words. With any kind of music. No chord in the would could describe the sweet, pink contraption raveled around the one that belonged to this fearsome, pale fiend...
"La-da-da-da-da, I'm gonna bury you with the last chord..."
...The vampire came lower, leaving marks throughout her pink body, starting from her precious neck. It was only natural she was the first one to begin the rough plays, as she grabbed her favorite dulcet hills, venturing around their cherry tops. As they agitated fast, she simply smiled, as she knew she's doing her job right. She liked that very notion. Doing something right. Doing something that pleased someone. That pleased her. Her. And as she thought about it for a little longer, she left a biting mark, right at her bosom...
"I'm gonna leave the mark on your pretty pink chart..."
...The princess raveled her lover's black hair around her fingers. She liked to do that. It gave her comfort. It gave her closure. It gave her something to pull and play with as the little vampire made her plays. As the little vampire ventured in places no one ever saw. No one ever conquered, despite of the fact that so many tried. But this little vampire knew her ways through the maze of her heart. Her little vampire...
"I'm gonna play you out like a little pink heart..."
...Sweetest little flower on the pink meadow. Sweetest little spot there can be. All hers. It all belonged to her tongue, as she dipped in full. She felt trembling. She felt shaking. Oh, that was a sweet notion. That was the encouragement she needed. Therefore she swirled, she tangled, she raveled, as her tool reached deeper and deeper...
"And then I will touch where you enjoy..."
...Still without words, yet the silence was pierced, as Bubblegum began her moans. It was only natural, no one could withstand the might of this little fiend. No one could ever withstand the pleasure she given. That thought actually made the princess smirk. After all, she was selfish at times as well, and the very notion that no one ever will feel what she felt right now made her quite happy. Made her quite proud...
"And then I will smudge you just like a toy..."
...And Marceline simply did her thing. She enjoyed making her sing. She enjoying making her moan. Those were the sweetest sounds she could possibly imagine. The vampire may have been the greatest singer of them all, but nothing matched Bubblegum's screams for pleasure. Nothing even came close...
"And then I will play with you for the night..."
...But the pace changed. The bodies swirled in their own little motion. It was the princess turn to dictate the moves. And as the slick conductress, she was exceptional at her plays. She always measured her moves precisely, she always cared to count the momentum. Perfection couldn't be performed nor obtained in any other way. And as her slick fingers began their concerto, one could only gaze upon the wonders they made...
"And then I will enjoy each and every sight..."
...The pale one smiled. Bubblegum always said she hardly believed in magic to actually do the thing. She hardly believed in it despite the magical world they lived in. This illogical thing was even more silly in the vampire's mind, since her pink fingers surely could cast a spell upon her flower. Numerous enchants in fact. Thousands of them. All directed at her and her only. All directed to make her tremble. To make her bend...
"As I will be the one that will pin you down..."
...Marceline began to droll, since Bonnibel played her like an instrument. Oh, what a sweet notion that was. To feel her in full. To feel her in this intimate spot. To gaze at her from time to time. To feel the feelings flowing through in full, to feel that she's special to someone. So special. So special...
"As I will be the one that took off your crown..."
...They both stooped, just to embrace one another. The pleasure and desire still overwhelmed both of their little frames, still, there was something beyond that. Something far more powerful than simple prurience. As they gazed into each others eyes yet again, as they stared each other down, blushing a bit from all the heat their bodies, wrapped up together made, they smiled one to another. Cheerful smiles. Refreshing smiles. Wondrous smiles...
"As I will be the one that only you will feel..."
...If one would pay close attention, words could be heard. Silent almost like a night's breeze, playfully blowing away the leaves from the trees. Silent almost like a puff of wind that ruffled the green grass on the meadows. The words were obvious, short, meaningful. And as they both murmured the chant of love, they felt the need for more, yet again...
"As I will be the one that will just make you squeal..."
...And more came, with yet another gust of wind. It took a while before they swirled into the right positions. It took a while, since they needed to smudge, to touch, to taste. But eventually, as one reached the top of another, their outburst of feels lead them onwards, as they began to move, once again, like a tangled pair of scissors...
"La-da-da-da-da, I'm gonna bury you deep inside..."
...It took some time before the tempo increased. They simply felt the need to cherish every moment they had together, to cherish every bit of their love. To cherish every single spot of skin, that pressed hard to another. To cherish the sweet scent in the air. To cherish the silent breeze in their hair...
"La-da-da-da-da, I'm gonna bury you for nights I cried..."
...Bubblegum closed her eyes. Every slightest smudge on her delightful, sweet flower made her shiver inside. Every delicate touch on it made her both giggle and moan. And she loved every little bit of it. She loved every slightest dip. Judging by her lover's face, she wasn't alone in those feelings...
"I'm gonna lick the scent from your pretty pink skin..."
...The moon shined upon them almost to accompaniment their movements. Almost to guide their way throughout their lustful bodies. To reflect every single pleasant ditch, every firm part that needed to be taken care off. Their frames simply glittered...
"I'm gonna do it so much that your head will just spin..."
...Marceline was the ferocious beast that added to the momentum, that added to the tempo. She liked to rule, even if she hardly ever admitted to that. She liked to make things her way, to dictate things her way. The title of the queen was pretty adequate for her, even if at times she blushed whenever someone pointed that out. In the princess head however, one motion appeared. How to use that ferocity, how to use that fury. She had an idea or two...
"And then I will say how much I care..."
...Their hands met, if only for a little while. To show how much they care. To show how much they long each other. But mostly, just as an yet another excuse to simply embrace one another. Every reason is good for that. Any reason is good for that...
"And then I will say that I'm in your snare.."
...Their hair mangled together in one being made of pink and black. Drips of sweat appeared on their warm bodies, as the thrust only increased with each second. They strove more, they wanted more. And more was given...
"And then I will show you how my heart ticks..."
...Swirling around like two magnificent butterflies, that was their motion. That was their dance. One could say they were again like a pair of shreds, tangled in their sharp clutch, trapped in their razor grasp. They hardly cared, as they moved, as the motion flew, as their legs tangled around each other, as their colorful bodies flickered...
"And then I will use on you all my tricks..."
...Faster and faster, so primal and fierce, so savage and ferocious. They even began to droll, as drips of saliva slide down their chins. They hardly cared, that hardly mattered. No one was there to see, no one was there to judge. No one was there to tell them if they're wrong or right. And deep inside, even if that would be the case, they hardly cared...
"As I will mend with your body in full..."
...Their gasps and moans meant that their plays will soon end. That only encouraged them to go faster, that only encouraged them to thrust faster, to move their bodies with perfect motion, with calculated movements, with direct precision. To agitate. To smudge. To caress. To love. To feel. To touch. To feel fulfillment...
"As I will shiver and you will just pull..."
...This final moment, this final wave of heat was all the girls strove for. Was all the girls craved for. But again, this time it was different, different than any other. Different than when they first met. Different than when they first exchanged their delightful scents. Different than when they first exchanged their petals. Different than any of those moments. Their minds were clear and their eyes shimmered, as they took their last deep breaths. Their charming melodies. Their delightful tunes. Despite knowing each other so well, now they felt like they fully understood. Like they fully become one. Like they fully loved one another. Without regret. Without hurt. Without words under other words. Just pure, divine love...
"As I will be your sweet little dove..."
...The night's sky glittered above them. It was calm, as it's numerous, shining stars almost gazed upon them. Only upon them. Was that really the case? Perhaps not. If the circumstances were different, Bubblegum probably would made one of her lectures, how that's impossible even despite it's romantic nature. Did they cared about it at this point however? Hardly. Why? Because this one night belonged to them. In this one blissful evening, the whole night's sky belonged to them. To the two lovely hummingbirds. To the one in the pink, with her loudly beating heart and to the one in the black, as her chords pierced the air. To sing for someone like her lover, she couldn't imagine a greater thing.
"As I will be the one that will say the word love..."