I froze in shock. I thankfully didn't just say the first thing that came into my mind, which ran something like nowaywewillnotthankyouverymuchmissyjustbecauseyoudontwanthimdoesntmeanido ew ew ew ewww. I supposed that could have been taken in an offensive manner. Instead I attempted to deploy a smooth, considered answer. "I'm terribly sorry Ma'am, but I really don't see that working. You see, not only do I not swing that way, but I really really do not swing that way! I'm afraid that even for the good of my race, I simply couldn't bring myself to do that!" As I spoke I could feel myself getting more and more impassioned, and however hard I tried to keep my voice steady and diplomatic I simply couldn't.

"Woah, woah! I'm sorry Miss Whitfield! I didn't know about any of that!" The poor Princess looked positively alarmed at my outburst and I immediately felt guilty for snapping at her.

"Please, Princess, I'm sorry. There was no way you could've known and do call me Alli." I beat a hasty verbal retreat, all the while reminding myself that this woman could well hold my new future in her hands. And just as I was expressing my humblest apologies and attempting to seem the most personable I could, my stomach gurgled its own unhappiness at the lack of food. "Oh my goodness... Please, forgive me. It was nearing dinnertime in the time I came from and I haven't eaten in a while."

The Princess tried and failed to hide her soft giggles behind her hand, "Okay Alli, but only if you call me Bonnie. Shall we go get some dinner? My full name is really..."

"Bonnibell, I know." I winked as she stood, holding out her hand to help me up from the seat. I took the opportunity to enforce my gallant nature on her, in the hopes of procuring a sword sooner rather than later. I slid my fingertips lightly across her palm, and then clasped her hand, tilting it so as to be able to dip my head and press my lips to the skin (and to my surprise, it really was skin) on the back of her hand. I kept my eye contact with her, watching the blush rise on her cheeks, which was probably why I didn't realise we were being watched until it was too late.

The low wolf whistle filled my ears and I stood a touch quicker than I had planned on, my cheeks now a brilliant scarlet too as I whirled on my heel. Oh fuck... why couldn't it have been anyone else? It just had to be the most perfect woman in the world. The long jet black hair flowing with the wind made my heart freeze and then jump-start. What a wonderful impression to make on the tank-top and jean clad perfection that ruled this realm. I'd begun my relationship with my crush by making out with another woman's hand.

The burn of two sets of eyes on me made me remember my manners. My knees gave out (only just intentionally) as I kneeled before the Queen of the Damned. "Miss Abadeer, Vampire Queen, it is an honour to meet you."

"Mmm, I'd have thought so. Perhaps I ought to add 'most perfect woman in the world' to my title?" The flush on my cheeks only intensified as I realised that my thoughts had spilled past my tongue in a traitorous move by my brain. "Oh, what a lovely colour! May I have a taste?"

"Anything you wish, Ma'am." My head tilted back, exposing my neck to the object of my long hidden affection. I mean, it really wouldn't have done to tell anyone in my past life that I was in love with a cartoon character. Add to all that the effect of her soft lyrical voice seeping like molasses through my mind, so thick and delicious I simply soaked in it and allowed her to erase all rational thought. That was probably why I had my neck bared to a hungry vampire queen. My heart leapt at that thought and I heard her soft chuckle, indicating that she could hear even my not-so-visible reactions to her.

Before I could blink, Marceline had her lips pressed against my pulse point and Bubblegum was shouting at her to stop. I could detect the panic in her voice but... Having those cool lips pressed against my throat lit something inside of me. It was so unlikely that Marceline would ever be able to feel the same for me as I did her. And if I couldn't have what I really wanted, why should I forgo at least one connection to her. I just had to hope that Twilight really was a pile of old twaddle, and she wouldn't drain me dry.

I softly threaded my fingers into her dark hair, my nails on her scalp making her shudder.

"Do it. I want you to."

I'm really really not sure quite how to run with this one. Any one got any ideas? Pm me or review or whatever?Priority will be given to my two followers (you know who you poor people are). You have 24hours before the next chapter so be quick.