A/N: I wasn't going to have a second chapter but AlphaHikari kind of ignited this one.
Marceline had twice now timed her arrivals for surprising a fresh-bathed Bubblegum, and while she was quite pleased with herself, Bubblegum was most definitely not. She didn't like the vampire's red-coal eyes kindling the fire that smoldered in her chest. She didn't enjoy having to reflexively hide herself and snap at the usually welcome intruder.
In retaliation, she invented a plan.
Sneaking into Marceline's house was not much of an issue, as the vampire didn't lock her door. Why would she need to when she was just about the most feared creature in Ooo? Except to Bubblegum, of course, who trespassed at this very moment. Sneaking upstairs was where she encountered a problem. Marceline's ladder creaked and groaned under almost every step she took, but she attempted to remain calm. Chances were that the nervous rhythms of her heart would alert the vampire first and foremost before the squeaks and moans of an old house. Excitement was building in her chest, though, as the plan was unfolding, and how could it not? Things were going to change after today. Marceline would not be surprising her anymore; she would make sure of it. As carefully as she could, Bubblegum managed to make it to the top of the ladder. Cautiously, she peered over the lip in the floor and saw, much to her relief, no sign of the vampire yet. She couldn't stop the devious grin from surfacing when she heard the sounds of rushing water from behind the bathroom door. Perfect. Marceline was amidst a shower. A quick deep breath and wish for courage later, Bubblegum stole her way to the right side of the room, to Marceline's couch, where she would sit and wait for the vampire to finish her bathing routine. While she readied herself, careful not to shuffle fabric on fabric, lest it make too much noise, she could hear Marceline humming a tune to herself as she turned the water off. Bubblegum's breath hitched, and she was nervous but completely prepared when, moments later, Marceline emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam.
At first, in the low light of the hanging lanterns, Marceline didn't seem to notice her; she toweled at her hair briefly before turning to make for the closet. Then, as Bubblegum's heartbeat began to thud loudly in her chest in anticipation, Marceline's attention snapped to the couch. She twisted herself away instinctively, much like Bubblegum had done, and snarled at the trespasser. "Who's there!?" she demanded.
The princess inhaled deeply, allowing herself a moment to build courage, and stood from the couch, taking a few slow, sauntering steps towards the modest vampire. "Relaaax, Marceline," she mimicked as she took another slow step into better light, "You don't have anything I haven't seen…" She paused to let her prey, mouth open and blinking in confusion, take in its ruin.
What Marcy saw then was not the shy woman who turned away to preserve her modesty days ago, but instead a confident, attractive, pink princess clad in only a towel. She watched as delicate pink fingers grasped the towel at the point where it was tucked in and gave that corner a light tug.
The towel needed no more convincing and fell to pool on the floor around Bonnibel's ankles.
A/N: Were you surprised?
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