Wilted Roses

Adventure Time
F/F
G
Wilted Roses
Summary
I wrote this because I need more femslash in my life. It's a Southern Gothic AU about my favorite gays, PB and Marceline. Marceline works by some oldschool vampire rules and Bonnie is just very stressed out.
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Chapter 2

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”
the beautifully dark woman crooned, gliding closer to Bonnie.
“It’s quite late for me to be walking home by myself”
“Oh, yes by all means- please come in.”
Bonnie’s mouth had moved by itself, and she was starting to feel shivers all up and down her spine like a cool breeze had blown right through her even though the outside air was still heavy and damp. Her pulse quickened and she was stuck in place by some primal fear, she felt as if she was being hunted and yet she was entranced by the woman before her. The woman with a pallor complexion, dark features and a shining smile who she had invited into her home.
Gliding past bonnie leaving behind a waft of floral scent, Marceline made a beeline to the staircase where she stopped and turned around.
“Come”
She beckoned to bonnie with her long delicate fingers tilting her head towards the room at the top of the stairs.
Bonnie followed unable to clear her head, the pungent floral smell seeming to pull her body towards the other woman.
They made their way up the stairs.
Marceline smiled showing off her brilliant teeth… too perfect.
Too perfect.
Bonnie was scared- this woman had some sort of control over her. It was too easy to give in to her gentle demands.
“Sit down”
Bonnie sat
“Why don’t you lay with me?”
Bonnie fell back cradled in the other woman’s arms. It was warm and Bonnie let herself be comforted. She had a deep longing for the touch of Marceline even though she knew something was wrong, she no longer cared. She felt familiar.
Marceline rarely had such a ready victim. This woman, Bonnie, was so easily swayed by the most gentle push that she was completely in her thrall by the time marceline had gotten to the top of the stairs. This could be an easy meal, but there was something about the way bonnie was looking at Marceline that made her want to have some fun. Maybe she would even keep her- she did have the most enchanting quality about her. Something both bookish and adventurous danced in her eyes, like something marceline had long lost.

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