it tastes sweet

"I hate parties..."

She grumbled, but her protests were drowned out by the pounding music.

Inside, she felt out of place, her dark clothes and heavy eyeliner stark against the sea of colorful, drunken college students.

Why do I keep letting them talk me into this?

She looked around, only to find out that her friends had completely evaporated.

Where did they go?.. 

Of course. 

They vanished like that. 

Great. 

Just great.

"Sigh"

Marceline made her way through the crowd, pushing people as she walked by, in an attempt to find them.

She suddenly froze when she spotted

...wait a minute. Is that... Bonnie?

Bubblegum was in her element.

Her lab coat was long gone, replaced by a tight, shimmering top and short skirt. 

Her lipstick hot pink and glittery eyeshadow.

"What the... "

Marceline had only ever seen her in casual, deemed boring clothing.

Occasionally in her band's T-shirt when she went to see her concerts. 

But never like... that.

Her heart started to race when Bonnie glanced in her direction. 

Oh no, no, NO, don't look at me. 

Don't make eye contact...

Panicking, Marceline's succeeded in walking away, running over a few people in the process.

"Fuck...!"

It seemed like goody two shoes Bonnie was way more social at parties than she ever was.

Marceline sulked at the bottom of the enormous staircase, her arms crossed tightly.

Whoever person owned that house was pretty much living the life.

Ugh... Finally someplace that's not crowded with people...

She watched as couples ascended the stairs, hand in hand, towards the second floor.

Where are those goobers even going?

There's nothing but bedrooms upstairs...

...

"Oh."

Suddenly, a familiar, bubbly laugh caught her ear. 

She looked down to see Bubblegum passing through the corridor, arm in arm with some of her mutual friends.

There was nowhere she could run to in that moment.

She froze, hoping that Bonnie was drunk enough to not even notice her presence.

Too bad that she was the most noticeable one in that place.

Bonnie's eyes hovered around her for a moment before realizing who she was.

She turned around to her friends, whispering excitedly about something as her smile grew wide, her heels click-clacking as she made her way over.

Marceline felt as if she was going to end her immortal life right there, her hands covering her face out of shame.

No, no, no, no...!

Bubblegum waved shy-ly at Marceline.

"H-Hey Marcy!! Why are you here all alone? Are you... waiting for someone?"

Great, awesome, now I have to talk. 

What am I supposed to say? 

Golb, please don’t let me embarrass myself.

Don't look at her lips. Don't do it.

Marceline shrugged, wrapping her arms tighter around herself.

"N-No!! I'm not waiting for anyone!! I- I dunno. It's just... so crowded. Loud. And... I dunno."

Bonnie's head tilted to the side, confused.

"I guess I'm not really in the mood to party."

She avoided Bubblegum's gaze, her words barely audible over the thumping bass.

Bubblegum plopped down next to Marceline, her skirt riding up slightly. 

She leaned in close, giggling, her breath warm against Marceline's ear. 

"Aww, is the tough rockstar scared of a little socializing?"

She teased gently, bumping her shoulder against Marceline's.

Marceline felt as if she should be offended, but her senses were completely bamboozled by Bubblegum's proximity.

"Uh, w-well... You know... Parties and concerts are n-not exactly the same thing..."

What am I even saying right now? 

It’s all just... nonsense. 

She must think I’m such a weirdo. 

She took a deep breath to calm herself, but it only ricochet back at her as she caught the scent of Bonnibel's sucrose body splash.

Or was it her natural scent?

"Marceline?"

"Uh, y-yes?.."

"Are you ok? You just zoned out..."

"Oh! No, no! Im fine! I was just kinda dragged on to this party by some friends, ya know? I didn't really want to be here.. But it's fine I guess."

"Oh.."

Bubblegum looked over at her own friend group.

"I also think this party is a little too loud..."

She leaned in closer.

Her thigh brushed against Marceline denim shorts.

what the heck what the heck what the heck what the HECK

"W-Wanna go somewhere more quiet and..- Make it worth your time? "

She had decided to take that chance: 

If Marceline refused, she could just get lost in the crowd and never ever EVER go undisguised to her concerts again. 

If she accepted, well... 

This is a 7 months' crush we're talking about.

Despite being visibly nervous, Bonnie made a slight movement with her head pointing upstairs, trying to be bold.

Well fuck.

"Y-You mean... upstairs >upstairs<?"

Bubblegum nodded slowly, her eyes locked onto Marceline's. 

"Only if you want to..."

Damn fucking fuck fucking damn fuckering fuck.

She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. 

"Y-Yeah... Sure, why not?..."

Bubblegum's smile grew even wider, her eyes sparkling with excitement. 

She took Marceline's hand and gently led her up the stairs.

"Let's go then!"

The creaking of the stairs echoed in Marceline's ears as she followed Bubblegum upstairs. 

Am I really doing this? 

Going upstairs? 

With her? 

I can't be this reckless... 

Can I? 

What if she doesn’t... 

what if this is all some weird joke?

Ugh, stop overthinking it, Marcy. 

Just go. 

Just follow her. 

She wants to be with you, and you're not gonna screw this up.

...Okay, I'm following her. 

This feels... right? 

But also... wrong? 

No, not wrong. 

Weirdly, this feels right, even if I'm about to completely lose it. 

Don't panic, don't panic.

The music from the party evaporated into thin air.

Bonnie led her to a spare bedroom, the only light coming from a small bedside lamp.

She pushed the bedroom door closed behind them, the soft click of the lock echoing loudly in the quiet room. 

She turned to Marceline, her eyes reflecting the soft glow of the bedside lamp.

Marceline tried her hardest to look calm, her trembling fingers giving her away.

"S-So... "

Bonnie took her hands, leading them to her chest. 

OH, OK- HUM... What do I..

Intertwining fingers.

"W-Woah, you're shivering.. You nervous?..."

"Kinda.."

Marceline forced a laugh out.

Had this been a bad idea..?

She then felt the softness of Bonnie's hands on hers: feathery, soothing palms against her own cold, dry hands.

"But, it's ok?"

"Y-Yes!! Yes."

"Ok..."

"Swear."

She sat on the edge of the matress, without letting go of Bubblegum's hands.

"Though, it pains me to take those beautiful clothes away from you...!"

Bonnie giggled.

Ok, she's laughing. You didn't lose your charm.

She shifted Marceline's hands slowly towards her waist, positioning them under the seams of her shimmering top.

Marceline looked attentively at Bubblegum's movements, until she felt her fingertips prickle at the feeling of her warm skin, bare beneath them.

Soothing.

"Fuck..."

Bonnie slid her fingers away from the vampire's grasp, making her way through her arms until she reached her shoulders, then her jawline, thumbs brushing against her cheeks.

The suggary princess kneeled down so that her knee stood in-between Marceline's legs.

"I- uh ..."

She leaned in closer, the scent of her sugary perfume enveloping Marceline, making her dizzy with excitement. 

Wow, I didn't even think Bonnie could be so... bold?

Her heart was hammering in her chest like crazy as she watched Bonnie move closer and closer to her. 

"God, Bon, you know... you look insanely hot right now..."

"Oh really?" 

Bubblegum chuckled softly, her breath warm against Marceline's lips. 

Marceline's eyes flickered down to Bonnie's lips, which looked so incredibly soft in that moment. 

She could almost taste the sweetness of her lip gloss.

"I mean... you always do..."

She admitted, letting her hands slide up and down Bonnie's sides.

"But especially tonight..."

"Yeah?..."

Ok. 

Should I- hum..?

Bonnie's eyes were glued hungrily at Marceline's lips, ultimately looking into her eyes, as if to ask:

("What are you waiting for?..")

Marceline grabbed instinctively at her waist, pulling her closer as their lips found their way to eachother.

As soon as she felt herself capable, Bonnie dived in Marceline's attempt of a kiss as eagerly as possible.

Months of craving being drawn at the tip of her tongue as she took in the sensations of Marceline's fangs slightly brushing against her upper lip.

Marceline couldn't complain either.

Bonnie was sucking the air out of her, literally taking her breath away.

She could die of oxygen deprivation right there, she wouldn't mind.

The tingling sensations injecting a certain type of dizziness on her brain, sending waves of pleasure all over her body and preventing her from thinking anything logical.

Suddenly, 

she felt it.

Marceline oppened her eyes in a brief second, glancing down at the space between her thighs.

Bonnie was rubbing her said knee rhythmically against the denim fabric.

"Mhm...!"

Upwards and

"Sigh..."

Downwards 

motion.

She quickly pulled away from the kiss in order to breathe, head thrown back.

Marceline had had enough. 

She quickly darted her head back down, sultrily drifting her attention into her eyes, each at a time.

"You really enjoy teasing me, don't you, princess?..." 

Ok, ok...

Even if in-between pants, she could still put on this confident, bold persona that had driven Bonnie crazy when she first saw her, up in that stage, looking down to her.

How the turn tables.

"I just looove seeing you get all worked up..."

"Well, you're definitely succeding in that...!"

They both chuckled.

Bonnie eventually stopped bobbing her knee, taking the opportunity to drift to her side, sitting cross legged with her.

When she went to meet her eyes, the vampire had a dorky smile on her lips.

"Whaaaat?~"

"Nothin' ... :>"

Marceline caressed Bonnie's thigh, without a hurry.

"...Eager, are we?... "

"... Just a little bit."

Bonnie got closer to her ear and whispered.

"I feel like you want more than just rubbing my thigh right now...~"

YOU HAVE NO IDEA-

Marceline playfully whispered back.

"Maybe I could go down on you... i-if you'd want me to."

Bonnie froze.

(Author's note: Damn it, is it that easy to ask someone that question? I BET not. But this is fantasy guys!!)

"That's not a bad idea actually-..."

"...Yeah?"

Ok, calm down. You're actually good at this one.

"Yeah."

Marceline felt the sides of her top being gently pulled by Bonnie's fingers.

"But, can I see you first?.."

"..."

"..."

"Who's eager now?..." 

"S-SHUT UP-"

Their laughter quickly faded when Bonnie's fingers felt more persistent.

Marceline raised an eyebrow.

"Looks like you're pretty determined to see what's underneath." 

"Mhm..."

"Alrighty then... Go ahead."

(Author's note:KAJSJSJKAJAJAKKAJSKSJSKKS (⁠ﾉ⁠≧⁠∇⁠≦⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠ ⁠ﾐ⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻ )

Marceline's top slowly came off, revealing her chest.

Even through the dim light of the lamp, Bonnie could clearly see her pale skin, smooth and free of any marks.

Bonnie's fingers traced the shape of Marceline's collarbones, slowly making their way down her cleavage.

The gentle touch of Bonnie's fingers sent goosebumps trailing along Marceline’s skin, as electric as if Bonnie's hands were leaving a map of fire in their wake.

"You’re... stunning..."

Oh! 

Hum..

Marceline felt warmth bloom in her chest.

She wasn’t used to this kind of attention—

"You're not so bad yourself, Princess." 

Yeah Marceline, good one.

Always take it the humorous way

Her fingertips lightly trailing down, stopping just above the waistband of Bonnie's skirt.

Her thumb brushed against the edge, testing the waters, her gaze flicking up to meet Bonnie's again.

"Is this... okay?"

"Yeah, totally... I mean, it’s more than okay. You can, uh... do whatever you want..." 

“Whatever I want, huh?”

Marceline's fingertips brushed at the leathery fabric of skirt.

"Can I take it off then?"

What am I saying why do I sound like those lesbian asmr videos globdamn it

Bonnie quickly averted her gaze, nodding shy-ly.

"Great..."

She gently pushed her back onto the bed, straddling her thighs.

There was a moment where they just... gazed at each other.

Bonnie couldn't help but stare at everything:

Her cascading hair, slipping down her shoulders, neck, chest...

Her chest..!

Wild strands of hair traced the vampire's face.

Everything about her was simply hypnotizing.

It was weird how much this angle flattered her.

Why does she keep look-

She was pulled out of her trance by Marceline's buttering voice.

"Y-You're just precious, you know that?.. All cute and..."

Marceline leaned in closer, lips brushing across Bonnie's as she spoke.

"Pink and.."

She pressed a kiss just below her jawline, drawing a shiver from Bonnie.

"So beautiful..."

"Marceline..."

Bonnie was yearning for her touch.

Or mouth.

Whatever.

"W-Weren't you going to take it off?..."

ASFDPOIWKSJEKSJSKN-

"Right away, your majesty!"

She roamed down the curves of her body, stopping as she reached the place between Bonnie's legs.

"Let's see..."

Marceline ran her fingers beneath the hemline of the skirt, brushing against Bonnie's hips. 

The sensation of being so close, yet her view obscured, was driving her insane.

With a swift motion, she pulled down the stretchy fabric, revealing Bonnie's bare upper thighs to the cool bedroom air.

And underwear...

Damn it, the realization hit fast.

She glanced over at Bonnie, who was holding tight to the pillow under her.

She noticed Marceline looking and gave a corny smile, akwardly covering her eyes with her forearm.

Ok, hum .. Communication and stuff...

"Darn it. I'm trying to be cool here and I'm failing miserably, any tips, B?..."

"Well... You can..."

She hover-hangs her finger in the hair, pointing towards the space between her thighs.

"Just... keep going..."

"You sure?.."

"Mhm.."

Ok, consent granted. Permission to go.

She hooked her finger into the elastic of Bonnie's underwear, pulling the pair down her hips.

She let them slip down her legs and to the floor.

Gently grabbing her knees and pulling her legs apart slowly.

Careful.

She glided her fingertips against Bonnie's inner thigh, drawing an unintentional shiver from her.

Ok... Ok, ok. So...

She positioned herself between Bonnie's legs

Her lips traced a soothing pattern along Bonnie's bare skin: kisses she trailed up her thigh as her caring side seeped out, melting just like hot wax dripping down the sheets. 

She took her time, gently locking her fingers into Bonnie's thighs, holding her steady as she finally felt herself slowly sucking onto Bonnie's center, a gentle- but-not-so-gentle approach.

Marcy pulled back a little, resting her forehead against Bonnie's inner thigh, eyes wide, searching. 

"You good?"

Bonnie's fingers twitched in the sheets, her body humming with desire. 

"Yeah..."

Marceline let out a soft hum of acknowledgment, Bonnie's head falling back into the pillows.

 "Mmm..."

So she likes this.. Ok, can work with that... 

She slid her hand up to her hips, gently caressing the warm flesh there.

Bonnie's calfs were resting atop of Marcy's shoulder blades.

Marceline's flow remained unchanged as all her movements centered on Bonnie: however, each nanosecond, her chest tightened for the effort of holding back, wanting to make this as good for her as possible.

Bonnie’s breath quickened now, every contact sending shockwaves and pulsing through her. 

“I... fuck, I can’t...” 

Marceline's eyes tracked the rythmic rise and fall cicle of Bonnie's chest, quickening.

Until

Her lungs exhaled a relaxed gasp of air, her body stiffening from pleasure.

She covered her face with her elbow, trying to steady her breath.

Marceline slowly lifted her head, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she looked at Bonnie.

Bonnie peeked out from beneath her arm, her lips curving in a smile.

"You... really are something else..." 

Marceline chuckled softly, a nervous edge to it as she propped herself up on her elbows, resting her chin on Bonnie’s thigh.

"I try :>"

The vampire crawled up Bonnie's torso, leaning to face her.

"Also, hum, it tastes sweet."

"Uh-... What?"

"Ehm, you know..."

"...

 Well, Im kinda made of sugar, Marcy."

"Oh, that's right..." 

With this, Bonnie's hands drifted up to Marcy's arm, making soothing patterns with the dragging of her long nails up and down her skin.

"You look really nice from this angle, d'ya know?.."

Marceline's lips curved into a lazy smile before nestling in the hollow of her neck, fangs slightly brushing against Bonnie's silky skin as she took the flesh into her mouth.

"Mhm..."

The vampire's mouth traced a slow pace following her neck up, blindly searching for her lips.

Found, she gave her a sloppy, quick kiss.

Bonnie couldn't watch the woman she wanted to touch so badly lavish her so much, all at once.

"Marcy, it's my turn..."

"...Uh?..."

Bonnie pushed against Marcy, her body seeking to really feel all of hers. 

With a swift motion, she managed to roll them both over so that she was now on top of Marceline, her eyes being able to contemplate a vision that she would never believe to become reality, just some years ago on that concert.

Her black hair spilled wildly like crude oil on top of the white, flowery sheets. 

All over, everywhere, so much hair.

Her pretty face, now tinted with a little bit of surprise by the... sudden switch of places.

A hint of vulnerability, even...

Which she found cute, but weighted her heart a bit, knowing that Marceline rarely let her guard down around anyone.

Marcy kept looking, wandering eyes, trying to decipher something, somewhere.

"Is this okay? I was a bit eager.."

"Hum- I don't... I don't know..."

"It's okay... We can stop..-"

"I...! It's not that I wanna stop, I just-"

Bonnie awaited attentively as Marceline gathered the right words in her mind.

"It's weird for me to not be in control."

"Okay."

"But I wanna try. Golbdamnit. >:("

(Ok sorry guys this is serious communication, ignore the little silly faces, they KEEP respawning.)

"I see... "

"I still wanted to... feel... your hands on.... me. A lot."

Bonnie couldn't help but grin a little at that observation.

"It's fine with me either way.. Plus, I don't want to do anything if you don't want it yourself, okay?"

Bonnie took her hand and cupped Marceline's face, gently brushing her thumb against her cheek.

Marceline took a deep breath in and out. 

"Look, let's try... I trust you. You wouldn't hurt me. I trust you."

Marceline was saying this more to herself, but it still felt refreshing to hear for Bonnie.

"Marcy..The safe word is peppermint, ok?.."

"Okay..."

"Oh!.. What do you want me to..?"

"Maybe, touching..."

It still felt so embarrassing to say out loud..

"Ok... Let's see.."

(this is the part i wanted to end as a cliffhanger and call it a day, and MAYBE finish it some other day in months. But then i remembered how much i HATE having to wait for a second chapter from other autors lol so lets make a goddamn effort for once. CONTINUING---)

Bonnie's cool fingertips slid from Marcy's lower stomach down to her center, her nails dragging at the skin on the way.

Bonnies mind: I should have clipped my nails... Fudge...

"Too sharp?..."

"I mean..."

She paused suddenly, sitting back with a playful groan. 

“Wait, wait—hold up...” 

She reached for the bedside drawer, pulling out a clipper. 

“This’ll take two seconds. I promise.”

"...How did you even know there was a clipper in there?..."

"I didn't. If there was nothing in there I would've just used my teeth..."

Marceline chuckled, propping herself on her elbows.

For once, her shyness dissipating.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous, but considerate! >:3” 

"I bet those took months to grow..."

"Yep, and they'll grow back."

"Yeah but, you know..."

Bonnie shrugged, using the clippers with no mercy.

"Look, everything that is cut down can grow again, you just need to be patient enough.."

Marceline raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, therapist. Chill. It’s just nails, not a metaphor for life."

Bonnie finished clipping her nails and threw the clipper on the ground, gladly not producing much noise since it landed right on top of Marceline's denim shorts.

"I was just trying to enrich your soul or whatever."

Bonnie's fingers finally drifted towards Marcy's center, her eyes not once leaving hers, fluttering, as if searching for a sign to stop, if needed.

Marceline's pupils, however, had started to follow the rivers of pink hair cascading down on her rather than her attempts.

Was she trying to count every strand of hair?

....

"...Does this feel nice?.."

Marceline's eyes fluttered closed in response, her breath catching in her throat.

The gentleness of Bonnie's soft fingers against her "weathered" skin.

Little prickles of electricity awakening on every goosebump.

"Yeah..."

Starting slow and gentle, Bonnie's fingers rubbed along the inner lips of Marceline's flower.

The soft, delicate skin responding with a faint sheen of slippery moisture. 

They moved upward, finally reaching the most sensitive part. 

With that, she began to rub slow, steady circles around Marcy's bud, not really atop of it, but rather testing the waters, her touch feather-light but deliberate.

"..."

Marceline's hips bucked slightly forward, chasing the sensation of Bonnie's touch, her breathing at an attempt of matching with her rhythm.

Bonnie felt the vampire's body tense and stiffen after just a few minutes of pressure. 

"D-Darn it...!-" 

"Marcy, you ok?"

Marcy's body convulsed a bit, her back arching slightly off the bed. 

She tried to speak, but only a choked whimper escaped her lips. 

She swallowed hard, her throat working as she tried to catch her breath. 

"B-Bonnie... wait- good, perfect!!..."

Oh.

Her body tensed one last time, her muscles clenching as stars burst behind her eyes. 

A small, shuddering breath escaped her as she rode out the waves.

"Holy- !!" 

She gasped, hands gripping the sheets beside her.

Her eyes squeezing shut. 

A small, sound escaped her throat, her hips giving a single, sharp jerk.

"FuuUuUuuck...."

".... Now good?..."

The princess' hand still pressed, pulsating, wearing out her orgasm.

Marceline fell back again, her eyes still shut and mouth slightly open.

She reached her hand out and signaled a weak thumbs up, meaning:

(Wow, you just made me fall in love with you. Again.)

"How's that for a first, rockstar? >:3" (aka, first time being topped)

"....real...nice...actually... (⁠ ⁠~⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠~⁠ ⁠)"

Marceline tried to steady her breath.

Bonnie FINALLY let go of her, taking her fingers to her mouth right after.

"You... do not taste suggary, more like... salty tears."

"Wow, that basically... sums me up as a person."

Bonnie leans up and close, her breath warm in Marceline's face.

"Guess we're perfect for eachother, then. Opposites do attract..." 

She grins, tracing a finger teasingly along Marceline's collarbone. 

Marcy lets out an amused sigh as Bonnie's finger slides along her chest. 

"Opposites attract, and then proceed to drive eachother completely insane."

"Mhmm sometimes..."

Bonnie let herself fall alongside Marceline, stretching lazily, her elbow poking the vampire's cheek.

"I don't feel like going back to the party..." 

(This was Bonnie talking, don't get confused)

"Oh yeah...! There is a party going on... I completely forgot."

"Mhmyeah..."

"Well, we don't have to go back down."

"...?"

"We can just... sleep... cuddle, if you want.."

Bonnie giggles softly, the sound muffled by the plush bedding.

She scoots closer, draping an arm lightly across Marceline's midsection. 

Her fingers drum an idle rhythm against the vampire's stomach, tickling lightly.

"Ok, sure... If someone knocks on the door tomorrow we'll just have to jump out of the window, deal?"

"...Ok, deal."

Bonnie snuggled closer, her body molding perfectly with Marceline's, bare skin with bare skin.

Marceline's arm stretched towards the switch of the lamp, sitting in the bedside table, trying to break as little contact and warmth as possible.

The low click of the button made itself heard in the quiet room.

Is she gonna sleep with her makeup on?

...

Meh, who really cares?

Bonnie cozied herself in the crook of Marcy's neck, their legs intertwining together, calfs resting against eachother.

Marcy's heartbeat echoed like a lullaby, her chest rising and falling in a slow, soothing rhythm, rocking Bonnie gently to sleep.

Heat in her body, but only in the places where she touched her.

Like a mirror reflecting every sensation back.

Marcy couldn’t help but slightly curve the corners of her mouth, the weight of Bonnie's head grounding her in a way she hadn't felt in years, the contrasting coolness of her hair spread all over her shoulder.

The sound of her inhaling and exhaling, really softly.

Her thigh burning down Marcy's lower belly with its warmth.

All those sensations comforted her, reminding her of Bonnie's presence, reminding her that she was not going to sleep alone for once.

"Goodnight, Bonnie..."

"Night night, rockstar..~"