Chapter 37: Anticipation

"I'm gonna fuck you."

That stupid sentence, said at the beginning of the day, had been driving Princess Bubblegum mad. It wasn't as though Marceline had carried out on the promise right away, oh no. The flighty simply popped in when she woke, whispered the words, and then was gone again. Of course, she popped in and out, the previous night being one of the few she had spent in her own house. Why hadn't she moved in yet? But it was a promise; there was no doubt in the words themselves that Marceline most decidedly was going to fuck Bubblegum.

It was the when that was killing her. The slick voice saying those simple words had made her mind go fuzzy, and she was seriously wondering how she was ever going to successfully manage her kingdom if the two kept on in this fashion. Ever since their relationship had become open, if not widely accepted, the two really couldn't keep their hands off each other. Declarations like this didn't help things besides.

"I'm gonna fuck you."

Honestly it wasn't even a proper sentence. 'Gonna,' honestly, it was as though the vampire was trying to cut down to as few words as possible. Yet, here Bubblegum was, sitting and listening to the mundane gripes of her citizens and finding herself wholly preoccupied with the questions of when and how and where floating around in the forefront of her mind. Subconsciously, she knew she was doing a decent job, as she practically ran on auto-pilot when it came to her kingdom, but she wasn't doing near as good a job as she had done. Back when she just forced hate for the girl, casting her out of her mind whenever the vampire appeared. She cringed. Better ruler, worse person…that was the trade off on that one.

She thought about how good Marceline would look with her head buried between her legs as she sat on the throne she was in. A wonderfully submissive version of Marceline that she could achieve on special occasions. She thought about the whispers of 'my princess,' or even 'my queen' that might fall from pale lips. She really ought to keep thoughts like that out of her mind.

"I'm gonna fuck you."

The candy people had come and gone and to Bubblegum's despair, it was still only noon. She tried to force away her arousal that hadn't left since the morning, but all that did was made her think about it. Marceline had pleasured her so many ways, she shouldn't have been surprised when she still found the girl exciting and new and pleasurable. The years of being together should have dulled her to the affects the vampire had on her. However, as time went on, she found herself fumbling and beyond aroused whenever Marceline felt like making so. It made her feel fifteen all over again.

"I'm gonna fuck you."

The words rang out in her mind as she walked down the hall to her council meeting. Would she just pop in, have her way, and then pop out again? The candy princess wouldn't put it past her. Marceline did tend to have her lewder moments. Obviously this was one of those times. Suffice to say that no matter how she vocally protested her lover's habits and distastefulness, Bubblegum simply, utterly, completely enjoyed crass Marceline; on occasion, of course.

She passed a dim hallway and imagined the vampire pulling her in, fucking her against a wall, leaving pale marks of territory all over her skin for the council to gape and sneer at as she only smiled in post-orgasmic bliss. But the hall came and went; and still, Marceline did not appear. Furthermore, the imagining of the event had only caused Bubblegum's panties to become even stickier with arousal. Damn her vivid imagination. She wondered if she should change her underwear, but realized soon enough that one pair a day was enough to be ruined.

Her brief journey to the council room complete, the old parrots squawked on as if she hadn't even entered. Still, she took her place at the head of the table and settled everyone down for the beginning of the official meeting. They began to address taxes, which she wanted to lower. It wasn't as though she needed the money. The Candy Kingdom was self-sustaining for the main part, and most, if not all, collected taxes funneled right back into the populous, so why not just let them keep it in the first place? The council had other opinions on the matter.

"I'm gonna fuck you."

Bubblegum briefly wondered just how far Marceline would go with the promise. She zoned out completely with the thought of the vampire flying in, ripping off her clothes, and taking her right there on the oblong table in front of all these ridiculous geezers who probably didn't even know the princess was 'sexually active' as they would so call it. Hadn't she asked that of Marceline once? For her to just sweep in and take her? Bubblegum felt her face heat at the thought, thoroughly unaware of her little voyeuristic fantasy until this very moment.

She gulped at the thought, breath growing erratic just at the idea of having all these people watch as her lover claimed her so primally, so completely, so possessively. At that moment, she hadn't the heart to be embarrassed by herself, and simply wished Marceline would carry out her promise right then and there. She didn't think she'd ever been so anxious for her lover. She wiggled in her seat, rubbing her thighs together in a fruitless attempt to relieve some of the growing tension between her legs. The candy council screeched on and on, but in the end she lowered taxes anyway. They just wanted bigger pay checks.

"I'm gonna fuck you."

She went down to her lab, going back to one of the unsolvable problems she loved to fixate her mind on when she needed distracting. However, even the never-ending circle of Zanoits and Plantoids killing each other and her otherwise fruitless effort as to find out which the dominant organism was, and how two such things could evolve side by side, could not dissuade her from her thoughts of Marceline.

So she decided to visit Finn and Jake in the tree house. She never truly forgot that it belonged to Marceline, and still found the occupation of it slightly jarring. Or perhaps it was the general demeanor of the boys themselves that threw her. True, Marceline acted more childish than either of them on occasion, but there was a depth to her, a severity, that never truly went away. It was always something with Marceline.

As she made her way to the tree house, Bubblegum wondered again if Marceline was willing to take her out in the open, right on the field, right where just anyone could she. She shook her head, trying to rid the scandalous thoughts from her mind, which simply would not let the fantasy go. She walked up to their door and knocked, only to receive no answer. Deciding she had nothing better to do, the princess opened the door to wait for them to return. She glanced around the cluttered dirty main room, and sat on the couch. BMO was nowhere to be found, but she didn't mind. A breeze passed through the room.

"Have you been waiting?" That same slick that had teased her this morning whispered in her ear.

Bubblegum didn't turn around, only closed her eyes and moaned. "Yes…"

She could practically feel the smirk radiating of the older girl. "Tell me about it."

The candy princess gasped as a long tongue traced her neck just the way she liked. "I thought about you taking me on my throne. Th-then pulling me into a hall and t-taking me against a wall…th-then again on the council table claiming me…and on the plains…" she sighed out as the vampire teased again at her neck.

Marceline swept around to float in a sitting position in front of the girl. "My, my, my…voyeur fantasies…who knew? Our prim and proper princess wants to be fucked for the world to see." All of a sudden, Marceline was on her, breathing in her ear. "I don't care what fantasies you've got…you are only for my eye, do you understand?" She growled possessively, ripping a big horizontal strip from Bubblegum's dress, making it go from just below the knee length to high thigh.

The princess gasped at the ferocity, a new wave of arousal coursing through her and adding to the uncomfortable dampness of her panties. "I want to see…" She whispered in a hot pink ear, and pulled away to a distance to see all of her princess.

"But…you said you would…" Bubblegum moaned, even as her hand snaked its way down her torso and up between her thighs, pushing the torn dress the little bit it needed to go to get to her arousal.

"Oh I will, promise…" She said slyly. "But show me first. How you touch yourself. Just thinking of me. Getting off on me." The words only egged the pent-up princess on. She moaned as she just teased her outer folds over her underwear. "Take them off, now." Came the command. "I want to see." The vampire repeated, and Bubblegum was all too ready to comply, teasingly pulling the panties down slim legs to toss blindly as Marceline.

Trailing her fingers back up to where she needed them, Bubblegum groaned. "Grod, Marci…I'm so wet for you…" She managed a glance at her distracted vampire.

"Tell me about it." If Marceline had been sitting on a seat, instead of floating in the air, she would have been right at the edge of it.

Teasing her own folds, Bubblegum continued, getting off of the feeling of Marceline's eyes watching, taking her all in. She always loved when Marceline looked at her during. "Ever since—this morning…I'm soaked…fuck, Marci, you feel so good!" she cried out as she teased her clit. It was the vampire, always. "I—I could have easily gone through…ah…th-three pairs of panties…oh grod…Marceline…oh fuck!" she cried out, slipping one finger inside herself, knowing she wouldn't come from it. She wanted Marceline to hold on to that promise.

The thought briefly passed that Finn and Jake could walk in any moment. It only furthered her bliss, and she was too far gone for shame. "Oh grod…Marci…you—glob—you're so good." She gasped, moving her finger in a slow rhythm. She was hoping to get Marceline to come and touch her. She craved it. She needed it. "I just…oh glob…need more…Marceline please!" she arched her back off the couch into the air, and the vampire lost all resolve.

She lunged at the princess, ripping the teasing hand away, only to plunge her tongue deep, deep into the candy girl, a cry of satisfaction ripping at Bubblegum's vocal chords. The candy girl's fingers automatically gripped onto wild hair, pulling her in, in, in. And she was close, already, so, so close. Marceline could feel the contractions around her tongue as she moved it in and out and deeper and deeper. "Marci…oh grod…oh Marcie right there!" So the vampire hit there, that place so far inside Bubblegum her fingers could never reach, again and again. The sweet, sweet tang of her lover flooding her every sense.

With one final flick of her tongue against that spot, her tongue got stuck for a moment in a fierce grip as her lover came with a wordless shout. As her tongue was released, Marceline withdrew and gingerly slipped on the princess' underwear. Bubblegum cringed slightly at the sensitivity, before beginning to collect her breath.

"You're gorgeous, you know…gorgeous to look at." Marceline said reverently, moving a loose strand of hair behind Bubblegum's ear. The candy girl smiled her thanks, and the two sat close for a moment, holding hands.

Finn and Jake came in a few minutes later ranting on about some monster-beast they'd fought and Finn was pleased as punch to hang out with the two ladies, completely unaware as to what had happened on the couch.

A/N

On the fourth day of Smutmas, my fanfic gave to me:
Four dirty words.

(I'm all caught up and on the right day! I'm also impressed I've managed to keep up with this...)

-JD