Chapter 40: It

There was only one thing in the entire universe that Marceline was one hundred, without a doubt, from here to the Night-O-Sphere and back again completely sure about and this was it. Bubblegum sat across from her, their monthly midnight picnic a tradition since always, or at least that's how it felt. She's stunning…a vision.

And she was. The moon shone low in the sky close to the horizon, and the Princess was eclipsing it, heavy clouds parting just so. The field they chose hummed with the anticipation of a summer storm, and the wind sung softly, making sure it had room to crescendo. The stray light of the moon was the only thing penetrating the darkness. All in all it's my kind of night. Bubblegum sat across from her, smiling lightly, used to Marceline's staring. She wore a light sweater to comply with the lateness of the hour, and there was a slight wind-blush coloring her cheeks almost to red. Never would I have thought that I could be so entranced by one person.

Bubblegum flushed and looked away. "You're giving me that look, Marceline…" she hummed, and her voice flowed into the rustling leaves, over the hills and into the vampire's heart.

Shaken from her reverie, Marceline started. "Huh? Oh…what look?"

Bubblegum managed a glance up at the girl across from her. "The one that makes me want to do anything for you, ya goof." She said. Marceline smiled softly. She says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world. And she could refuse it up one side and down the other, but she cherished how straight-forward Bubblegum was. How she never had to second-guess what she meant unless the vampire herself was over-thinking it. Sure, it led to arguments, which then led to amazing make-up sex. What wasn't to love?

"You know, Marci…I think this is the same place we had our first picnic." Bubblegum glanced around, taking in her kingdom in the distance, the trees to one side, and the rolling fields surrounding them. "In fact, I'm quite sure of it. I remember everything about that night. I wanted to do 'something bad' if you recall…" And her laugh lit the heavens themselves.

Marceline chuckled. Of course I remember…how could I ever forget that? 'Sides, it wasn't as if I picked this spot on purpose or anything. She could feel that tiny square of 'forever, I promise' in the breast pocket of her blazer. It's perfect. The perfect night, the perfect place, and her…she's it. She's it for me. I'm going to look at her once, say her name, reach into my pocket and just say what I‒

"Marceline?" Bubblegum asked, interrupting the vampire's train of thought.

"Yes, my princess?" came the quick response, a gulp lying heavy in her throat. She had been so close to just doing it. She was ready. They were ready. They were it. They were the kind of love people wrote romantic novels about.

"Well I…that is to say I'm…" She cleared her throat, thunder rumbled in the distance, Marceline sat, patient as ever for Bubblegum to find just the right words, and she began again, resolute. "Marceline. You are made of different stuff. People look at us, I look at us, and we are as different as the sun and the moon. But people don't know us. They don't know you. How could they know you feel electrifying? That your skin is like worn pages? That you smell like star dust and a million years of amazing things?

"I know. I know these things. And good grod, Marci, it's like we're two sides of the same coin. Like we're two elements in the most amazing solution‒one so perfect, you couldn't separate us again if you had all the science in the world and I just…" Tears shone, catching a stray bolt of lightning that cracked the sky, cracked her heart wide open. Her voice had risen as the wind picked up, hair flowing freely. Neither of them noticed. "You're it, for me Marceline. Do you understand? You're it."

And while Marceline wasn't looking, while she was far too captivated by the passion flowing from the one person she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, Bubblegum had pulled a tiny box from her pants pocket. The princess dared to look right into Marceline as she opened the box, and shouted over the wind, "Marry me."

And the sky split, joining in on the symphony that was becoming their love song. The wind howling fierce and true, the creaking of limbs and rustling of leaves in the distance, the lightning and thunder dancing with one another across the landscape, and the constant drumming and snaring of rain against forests and kingdoms and hills and puddles already forming.

And Marceline was at a loss for words. She stared at Bubblegum through dripping eyelashes for just a moment before standing and yelling back "You can't propose to me!"

Bubblegum kept her hand out, refusing silently to take back her demand, and in right princess form it hadn't been a question. She stood. "Why not?"

Marceline grasped at words. "Because…because I'm a monster! And I'm no good for you! And I can't do anything right! And…and…And I was going to propose to you first!" She concluded, fumbling around in her flapping coat to grasp at the little box. She yanked it out as proof to show to her lover. "See?!"

Bubblegum looked at it once, then to Marceline, and began to laugh and laugh, the vampire soon joining her. "Does this mean you will?"

"Of course, you idiot! Now let's get out of this storm!"

They had flown as quickly as they could back to the Candy Kingdom and straight into Bubblegum's room. Marceline took the liberty of closing and locking the balcony doors and shutting the drapes as her princess shivered audibly and quickly shed her clothes, dropping her little box on her desk before doing so. The vampire sauntered to the desk and put hers there as well.

"Ohhh, Glob! It's freezing! How could I have missed the rain? Grod, it's like it wasn't even there and then I was sitting there waiting for you to answer and that was the only thing in the universe and‒oh…"

While the ever-so-sweet Candy Princess had been trailing off, the ever-so-sly vampire queen had lost her clothes as well, and floated silently behind her lover, pulling herself flush with pink skin. Peppering silky kisses along rain-scented skin, she whispered, "You know, Bonnibel…we're engaged now…"

And Bubblegum, knees weak, eyes fluttering at the shyness of the kisses she was being given, managed a breathy, wanton, "Y-yes…"

Marceline lifted her easily, snaking her hands up the damp flesh of hips and stomach, "And you beat me to the punch of asking…" she barely grazed a breast as she turned the princess around and laid her on the bed.

"Yes!" Bubblegum managed to force past her lips, gasping in air as though Marceline's touch and words had stolen it from her. And it was such a light touch. Barely there, even. And the vampire looked down at her flushed girlfriend…no, fiancée…and couldn't have been more filled with love and lust and happiness and a million other things that words will never and can never say.

"So don't you think," a kiss to the belly button, "My dear," to the ribs, "That it's my turn to go first?" to the neck.

As feather-light finger tips danced heaven and earth across her body, Bubblegum's lust-hazy mind cleared enough space for a stunted sentence. "But…oh grod, but…isn't this…me? Going first?"

And Marceline only chuckled because no…this was definitely Marceline going first; and as she traced nails down fevered skin and Bubblegum took a sharp breath, her chest jumping up that little bit in desire for her touch, for something, for anything, for more, the vampire imagined that the Candy Princess knew that. Unable as ever to deny the girl below her anything, Marceline indulged herself in the request Bubblegum's body had all but shouted at her. Her hand found purchase on an already-heaving chest as she squeezed and rolled a taut nipple between two fingers.

She placed her head against the reassurance of a heartbeat, reveling in the feel of Bubblegum's skin, and the soft sighs of "Oh…Marci…!" She shifted up, so that she was cheek-to-cheek with the candy girl, wanting to be closer still and closer forever. Marceline let out an audible breath as her thigh came in contact with Bubblegum and she was simply dripping.

"Bonni…" she whispered, nipping and licking all up and down the column of her lover's neck, drawing just the littlest bits of pink from the skin. And for her part, Bubblegum gasped and jumped and clenched in anticipation of Marceline's love. The vampire didn't wait long (patience wasn't her strong suit) and trailed a deft hand down to where Bubblegum needed it as she positioned herself over a strong thigh.

Marceline ran her fingers through Bubblegum's wetness, feeling her as though for the first time. Every time was just as amazing, and the reverence with which she touched her princess never escaped either of them. She pushed two long fingers into her lover, shifting herself against Bubblegum's leg at the same time, bringing matching gasps from the two. As Marceline slowly, wonderfully, began to move steadily, losing herself in the sensation, she knew, knew that there would never be enough. That in moments like this, she'd always want more. More skin, more sounds, more feeling, more Bubblegum. And as the scattered ideas struck her love-addled mind, she went faster, as though that would cause her to be in and on and around Bubblegum all at the same time.

Bubblegum gripped harshly at Marceline's shoulders as she was given everything she'd ever dreamed of. The feel of Marceline against her leg only adding to her own pleasure. The sighs of her lover in her ear pulling matching ones from herself. They were everything together. When Marceline felt Bubblegum fluttering around her fingers, she picked up again, knowing that she herself was close. And with a gasp and a cry and the sweet promise of this night and every night in the sound of each other's names on their lips, they fell over the edge together.

As they regained their breath, Marceline began to pull out but a soft cry of, "Don't. Stay," and a hand on her wrist had her cuddling up and inside her lover for the night.

"It has special properties, you know…the ring I got you…" she whispered as the Candy Princess began to drift to sleep. "It will let you know if I'm all right…if I'm alive while I'm away and…" Marceline glanced down at the now-asleep, smiling, satisfied girl who had nuzzled into her neck. "And I'll tell you about it tomorrow."

Because they had tomorrow. And every day after that.

A/N

I punched my block on this fic in the face. Also, it's been a while since I've written smut (anything) and I hope it was okay.

Review and Suggest, as always! (If you feel like it.)

I haven't really been keeping track of suggestions but I had Shadow and Ailoncha as wanting their marriage/ceremony (I'll get there, promise) and BlueLarva, guest, and Tree-Line as wanting some lovey-dovey fluff stuff, and I think this counts. If not, let me know!

Signing off for now but not forever,

-JD