Candy Fangs

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Part 3

Candy Fangs

It was LSP’s birthday and everyone was dressed up for the masquerade theme, for fear of facing the bratty princess’s wrath if they dared to come dressed otherwise. Bubblegum herself was wearing a long, elegant pastel pink dress in which her back was left exposed, a glittering white mask with swan wings fanning out to the sides, obscuring the upper half of her face as she looked around for her girlfriend, who had promised to show up but was nowhere in sight. She found herself somewhere between worried and frustrated, because one of LSP’s annoyingly arrogant cousins was eyeballing her from across the room, edging closer and closer by the second.

She looked around, hoping to find the vampire when she felt a cool breeze tickling the back of her neck, which didn’t make any sense because they were indoors, in space and… She turned around to the see the vampire smiling at her, wearing white dress pants, a button down shirt with a ruffled cravat and a red petticoat, as well as a black mask with bat wings at the edges hiding the upper half of her pale face. She smiled devilishly, showing off her sharp teeth and fangs as she took Bubblegum’s right hand and bowed, kissing each knuckle delicately. Bubblegum brought her other hand up to her mouth to hide the flattered smile that threatened to break across her face, her cheeks lighting up as a girlish giggle escaped from her throat.

“May I have this dance, milady?” Marceline asked, crimson eyes flashing behind the mask.

“Absolutely.” Bubblegum answered, and the vampire straightened, taking a step forward and pulling the princess against her lithe frame. One slim hand came to rest on her trim waist, long fingers touching the small of her back while the other raised their interlaced fingers to shoulder height. Smiling and closing her eyes, the princess rested her cheek against the taller girl’s shoulder as they began to dance, breathing in the smell of her skin.

“You can be such a gentleman when you want be.” Bubblegum said as she rested her free hand over the vampire’s shoulder, able to feel the Vampire Queen’s chuckle vibrating against her cheek.

“So I’m a gentleman, am I?” Her words were laced with amusement.

“You always say that you wear the pants in this relationship. What took you so long, anyway?” She asked suddenly, frowning a little.

“A vampire never arrives to a party early.” Marceline said, her voice smug.

“You’re over twenty minutes late!” Bubblegum huffed, a pout causing her bottom lip to stick out a little bit.

“And I would’ve been later, too, but I didn’t like the way that guy was looking at you.” She muttered, glancing back and catching a glimpse of LSP’s cousin. Bubblegum made a face.

“I know, he gives me the creeps. I’m quite glad you got here when you did. I was actually afraid he was going to ask me to dance if you took any longer.” She muttered, shuddering a little.

“No worries babe, I wouldn’t have let that happen. I was watching the whole time, up from the ceiling.”

“You what?” Bubblegum jerked her head up, about to go off when she was cut short.

“Oh. My. Glob! Are you guys, like, dating? Oh my glob, you are! It all makes sense now!” Bubblegum whipped her head around, startled by the sudden, rather loud outburst. Marceline didn’t let go of her, but merely stared at the floating purple sack of lumps with a mildly annoyed look on face. Bubblegum’s cheeks stained bright red,  LSP  floating about a foot away from them, her hands squishing her face between them as her mouth hung wide open in shock. Several people had turned to look, some completely disinterested while others gaped openly.

“Way to note the obvious, Lumpy Space Butt.” Marceline grumbled, glaring at the other girl.

“Well, yes. We are.” Bubblegum said, ignoring her girlfriend’s comment. The other princess just smirked, forgetting about the snarky, dimwitted comeback she had just come up with. Marceline blinked her eyes in surprise, a bit of pink rising to her own cheeks as she looked down at the pink girl in surprise. She never would’ve thought the other girl would be so… open. Smiling, she kissed her forehead, causing the space princess to snort loudly and roll her eyes, putting one chubby hand in their faces.

“Gosh guys, get a room, sheesh!” she said, raising one hand, about to float off when her cousin came up beside her.

“Lesbian, eh? I can fix that.” He grinned cockily, coming up behind Bubblegum and grabbing a handful of her right butt cheek. The princess gasped, her expression becoming angry as she turned to give him a piece of mind when suddenly Marceline dove at him, her body morphing into a werewolf and ripping her nice clothes a bit around the seams. Her lips peeled back over long, sharp fangs, ears laid back as she snapped her jaws shut around the lumpy space guy’s midsection, slinging her head around viciously as screams erupted all around them. Just as she dropped him, going in for another bite around his face, arms caught her under her pits and hauled her backwards.

“Marceline, stop it! Stop it right now!” Bubblegum was yelling as the vampire snarled furiously, trying to pull away.

“Get that thing away from me!” The lumpy space person screamed, his arms flailing wildly, several punctures in his lumps plainly visible. Marceline blinked, the red haze clouding her vision clearing away as she realized what she’d done. Huffing angrily, she flipped a stray lock of hair back out of her eyes as Bubblegum grabbed her arm and drug her away, the party guests parting for them. Marceline kept her eyes locked on the lumpy guy, eyes narrowed as she opened her mouth and hissed like a snake, glaring until all the partygoers disappeared from her line of vision as she was led around a corner.

“How could you even…? Why did you--? You’re unbelievable!” Bubblegum said, waving her hands around, so angry she could hardly find the right words to express it. The vampire stared at her in disbelief.

“You’re mad at me? That guy grabbed your butt, Bonnie! He disrespected you right in front of all those people!” She all but shrieked, about to transform again.

“I could’ve handled it on my own, in a mature and professional way, Marceline!” She snapped. “Grow up for once!”

“But…But…” The vampire stared at her, at a loss for words before her expression utterly indignant. “Bonnie, where I come from respect is everything. If someone disrespects you, you put them in their place. And if you won’t do that, then I will.” She growled, their faces barely an inch apart. Bubblegum heaved a heavy sigh, resting her forehead in her hand and shaking her head from side to side.

“Marceline… This isn’t a gang.” Bubblegum said slowly, dark eyes meeting crimson. The vampire frowned, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yeah, I know.” She grumbled. “But I don’t care. Bottom line, no one disrespects my girl and gets away with it. Ever.”  A blush was rising in her cheeks as she averted her gaze, her expression going from angry to pouty. She looked up in surprise when she heard a small laugh, two hands coming up to cup her face between them, the princess pressing a soft kiss to her lips.

“My hero.” She said, resting her forehead to the vampire’s. “Should I reward you for defending my honor so avidly?”

Evening was fast approaching and Marceline was busying herself with getting ready for the Marquis of Nuts’ royal celebration. She’d gone over the lyrics of her song several times over, memorizing them forward and backward, the chords fresh in her mind and ready to play. She spent her time brushing a few tangles out of her wild ebony mane, then picked out her favorite dress and strapped her axe bass over one shoulder, all ready. She felt so anxious, her skin crawling with nerves, but it wasn’t the gig that had her so preoccupied, it was the princess. There was a streak of anger wriggling around amongst her uneasy nerves, threatening to lash out as she reminded herself she wasn’t allowed to communicate with her ex.

Ready to rock and roll, she turned out the lights in her house and flew to the mouth of her cave, pausing just outside the reach of the sun’s dying rays as it set low on the horizon. The moon’s rays grew brighter once its flaming counterpart was gone, seeming to smile down on the vampire, as if to encourage her as she took a deep breath of the fresh night air. You can do this, she told herself, piece of cake. She rose up into the sky and flew off in the direction of for the Duchy of Nuts, arriving fashionably late, waving at Lisby, who was inviting people inside at the front door. He waved back, welcoming her inside enthusiastically.

“Help yourself to any of the refreshments, Marceline! We have punch and chocolate dipped strawberries, just help yourself! You can uh, peel the chocolate off.” He said excitedly before running off to alert the Duke of her arrival. With that done, she turned to survey her surroundings, taking in the rather sophisticated backdrop of the area.

Several people were milling about the grand hall with cups in hand, talking excitedly amongst themselves, munching on the snacks provided. Marceline spotted a few different people she knew, including Finn and Jake, LSP and a couple other princesses when her eyes landed on Bubblegum off in the far corner, conversing with the Duke in a rather stiff manner while he awkwardly shuffled his feet and scratched the back of his head. Her eyes lingered on the pink princess for a few minutes when someone came up behind her, clearing their throat loudly so as to get her attention.

“Let’s hope you don’t crash this party like you did mine, Mar-ce-line.” It was LSP, her arms crossed over her bumpy purple chest, glaring at the vampire with her lips pooched out in a particularly unattractive manner. Marceline turned begrudgingly, growling under her breath.

“That was a long time ago.” She grit out. “But come to think of it, I have developed a taste for lumpy space flesh since then…”  LSP’s beady eyes bugged out, and she watched with satisfaction as the lump sack retreated almost instantly to hide behind Bubblegum. Marceline smirked to herself then, floating over to the drink table, picking up the ladle and pouring herself a bit of punch in a plastic cup.

“Hey, Marceline, how have you been?” It was Turtle Princess this time, standing awkwardly off to her left, a curtain of blonde hair hiding her face. Raggedy Princess stood next to her, her stitched up face looking forlorn as her button eyes looked down at her feet. The vampire smiled a bit, lifting the cup to her face and sucking a bit of the red out of the liquid, turning it to a dull pink color.

“Oh, you know, just writin’ songs and hangin’ out with… friends. All that junk.” She finished awkwardly, biting her tongue, her stomach tightening as she fought back the urge to glance over at her ex. “What about you two?”

“Oh you know, lonely. As always.” Raggedy Princess mumbled in answer, only to be nudged by Turtle Princess, who laughed uncomfortably.

“Hanging out with friends sounds nice.” She remarked, shifting her cup of punch to the other hand. Marceline looked down at the tiny girl near her feet, following her gaze and seeing Finn at the end. Feeling a little sympathetic, she decided to help the two of them out.

“Hey, I heard Finn’s single if you two are interested…” She said, smiling a bit and jerking her head in the direction of the human boy, who was busy showing off his wicked sword moves to a group of onlookers. The two of them giggled simultaneously, their cheeks turning bright red. She was about to say something else when she noticed a tall, ridiculously muscular guy looking her over with interest, grinning when she met his gaze. She was about to float off when he made to approach her, but then stopped herself. She was single, so what was the harm in a bit of flirting? Her ego was a bit damaged lately…

“Well hello there. My name is Prince Huge, but you probably already knew that. And who, may I ask, am I gracing with my presence?” Marceline blinked a bit at the guy’s off-putting arrogance, about to dump grey punch down his chest when out of the corner of her eye she caught a certain gummy princess watching her. While she was distracted, he took her hand and began pressing slobbery kisses over the back of her hand. She forced herself to smile at him then, her fangs glistening in the light as she lowered her eyelids over crimson irises.

“Marceline the Vampire Queen, nice to meet you.”  She replied.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were--” He began, about to drop her hand.

“Oh, I’m not.” She purred, turning the full power of her gaze on him. “It’s just a title.” He chuckled at that, kissing the back of her hand again.

“Well you’re in luck, because this stud’s single, too.” He said. Just when he was about to open his mouth again, Lisby cleared his throat loudly from the front of the room, clapping his hand to get everyone’s attention.

“Excuse me everyone, the Duchess of Nuts has something she would like to say!” The Cashew Butler cried, and the room went quiet, everyone turning to face her. The rather plump Duchess then stepped forward, clearing her throat and looking around the room with her large, cat-like eyes.

“Thank you all for attending. As you all know, we are gathered here to celebrate the betrothal of my eldest son and his wife to be. However, my nuts tell me that--” The Duke ran up to her side then, wrapping his arm around her and cutting her off mid-sentence.

“We are quite glad you all could make it and we hope you are enjoying yourselves thus far. For your entertainment tonight, we have invited Marceline the Vampire Queen to play us some of her exquisite undead music!” He stretched his arms out in the vampire’s direction, and everyone turned to look at her now. Putting on her most confident smile, she unstrapped her bass and rose up into the air, strumming a few opening chords.

“Hey there little nut, I heard you're getting married,” She began, tilting her head back as she sang soft and lilting to the baritone of her bass. “Well let me tell you, it’s just like being buried, Oh let me tell you, It seems like just yesterday you were playing, Just outside with your friends…” She went on, losing herself in the sound.

“Silly little nut, Love is for fools, Who follow all the rules,” She closed her eyes, remembering the way she had practically bowed to Bubblegum’s every whim. She felt a surge of anger, her voice taking on a harsher edge when she began singing the next verse, “It's time to grow up, And out of silly little fantasies…” A pause in vocals, taking over by her axe bass as she squeezed her eyes a little. Down on the floor, Bubblegum’s face was starting to go red, her hands balling up into fists.



“Those silly little fantasies, Will give you nothing but sweet trouble…Sweet, sweet trouble, It’ll come and go, floating in and out just like a bubble…” She finished, plucking the last chord and opening her eyes. Below her, her audience was dead quiet, some averting their eyes while others shuffled from foot to foot.

“Yay…” She looked down to see Jake, clapping his hands awkwardly as he forced an awkward smile, looking up at her. Finn followed his lead, offering his own weak smile and putting his hands together slowly. Her face heated up then as she tried to figure out what had gone wrong, suddenly feeling embarrassed at her audience’s lack of reaction. The song had sounded fine when she wrote it, so why wasn’t anyone else clapping? And then she saw Bubblegum near the back of the room, her face absolutely livid as she glared up at her, practically shaking with anger. She cleared her throat uncomfortably.

“Uh, that’s all.” She muttered, descending. She rubbed her arm right arm uncomfortably, looking around her for someone to start up a conversation with, but no one made any effort to meet her gaze.

“Meet me outside as soon as their attention is diverted.” A familiar voice whispered harshly, a soft body brushing past her as they made for the exit. She felt goosebumps erupt on her flesh, the hairs on the back of her neck rising as she quelled the urge to spin around. Licking her lips, she fought back a tremor that was threatening to travel up her spine.

“Uh… Thank you, Marceline.” The Duke said suddenly, grabbing the crowd’s attention. “Alright everyone, time welcome Lisby the butler juggler extraordinaire!” A moment later, the Cashew man rode out on a unicycle juggling three brightly colored balls, giggling loudly until he lost control and crashed into LSP.

“OH. MY. GLOB!” She roared, but Marceline wasn’t interested, floating off toward the door to head outside. Just as cool, fresh air touched her skin, a hand shot and grabbed her by the arm, yanking her out of view. She found herself face to face with a very upset princess, dark eyes boring into hers like lasers as she hovered before her.

“What were you thinking?” Bubblegum hissed angrily. “Singing a song like that at an engagement party? I can’t believe how self-centered you are sometimes! You always overreact, Marceline! You'd think after a thousand years you could handle your problems without exploding at everyone or singing inappropriate songs! Why don't you just grow up and face your problems like an adult for once in your miserable undead life?" Bubblegum yelled furiously. Marceline, who had remained silent through the other girl’s tirade, suddenly flashed forward, a snarl on her sharp face.

"Act like an adult? You want me handle my problems, huh? Fine, I will!" She screamed back, grabbing the princess's face and kissing her roughly, the tips of her sharp teeth scraping Bubblegum's bottom lip, causing it to bleed a little. This didn't go unnoticed to the vampire, who kissed her harder, opening her mouth to lick up the sweet candy blood that oozed out. For what seemed like forever, Bubblegum found herself paralyzed, that want inside her coming to life and burning high as that slick forked tongue worked its way into her mouth, tasting deeper. For a split second, her lips started to move against Marceline’s, but then she caught herself, eyes flying wide open again.

"Mmmph!" Her hands came up to the vampire's shoulders and pushed, but she didn't stop. She tried to shove harder but to no avail, so she bit down on the tongue in her mouth hard enough to make the vampire tear her head away, hissing in pain.

"Why did you--!?" She began furiously, eyes blazing.

"Don't you ever, ever, do that again! Do you hear me?" Bubblegum cried shrilly, her eyes wide, almost hysterical. Marceline scowled at her for a moment, still wanting to grab her head and kiss her again, so she didn’t answer the princess’s question, simply staring at her. She hadn’t missed that moment of weakness, the way those lips had almost started kissing her back. That wasn’t something someone who just wanted to be friends did. So she made up her mind right then that she was going to get the princess back, one way or another.  Whether it took a million thwarted kisses or a thousand heroic rescue missions, even if she had to slip into the princess’s room every night and coax those buried emotions out of her, Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum was going to be hers again.

“Marceline, are you even listening?” She hissed furiously.

“Yeah, I am.” She said, narrowing her eyes and smirking at her. The girl’s pink face twisted in anger, and she flung her arms upward, turning around and storming off, back into the Duke’s castle. Marceline followed suit, watching the way her rather full bottom swayed from side to side unintentionally as she walked. 

She realized the party had recovered when she got inside, back in full swing, people chattering away like monkeys as Finn, Jake and Lisby all worked to entertain them. Marceline watched them for a little while, mildly amused when she caught sight of the princess again talking to the Duke’s eldest son and who she assumed to be his fiancé. She watched the way Bubblegum smiled and used her hands, her jaw working languidly under her flesh, the tendons in her throat moving as she spoke. Despite her defensive nature, Marceline had always found it rather erotic when Bubblegum lost her temper, considering how calm and reserved she normally was. She found her body reacting to the aftershocks of Bubblegum’s anger as well as the kiss, her mind conjuring up a rather fond memory of the first time Bubblegum had ever touched the vampire intimately.

Marceline was lying down on her hard, uncomfortable couch with her head on the armrest so that Bubblegum had a soft place to lay, the other girl’s body wedged in the V of her legs, head resting on her stomach. A zombie movie was playing on the TV, but PB wasn’t particularly interested, so far she’d been laying there with her eyes closed for most of the night, napping on and off while her girlfriend watched with mild interest. Sometime later, after the hero had killed his nemesis and got the girl, the princess opened her eyes and looked up at her. She studied the vampire’s beautifully angular face and red eyes, long raven hair splayed across the couch and spilling over like a silky mess of glistening ink. Her eyes moved lower, to the swell of her small but firm breasts, the tips of her nipples poking through the thin material of her shirt and drawing attention to them.

Marceline’s interest was piqued when she felt her shirt being pushed up ever so gently, exposing her smooth, flat stomach to Bubblegum’s hungry gaze. She watched her through heavily lidded eyes as the other girl kissed the swell of her belly softly, then drew in a sharp breath when she felt a warm, wet tongue slide over the curve of her belly button. She kissed up higher still, lifting herself up onto her elbows, her mouth moving up to her sternum before she paused to nuzzle her sensitive sides with her nose. Marceline breathed a little harder the higher she went, Bubblegum’s eyes meeting her own briefly before she pulled the shirt up past her breasts, exposing soft dusky nipples, erect and begging for attention. Marceline held back a moan as she watched the other girl lick her lips before dipping her head, warm breath washing over the vampire’s chest.  She lapped experimentally at Marceline’s left nipple, warm tongue sliding over it softly and making her gasp and arch her back just a little. She paused for a moment, observing her girlfriend’s reaction, before taking it fully in her mouth, sucking softly and swirling her tongue around it.

Marceline moaned, one hand reaching around to cradle the other girl’s head in encouragement, sighing shakily as Bubblegum nibbled at it cautiously, biting her lip breathing in deeply and inhaling the girl’s sweet candy smell, stroking her thick hair. After several moments, Marceline pulled her head away, bewildering the other girl for a few moments before her head was guided to the other nipple. Obliging, she sucked it carefully, flicking her tongue over it more confidently. Her girlfriend’s moans and sighs were turning her on immensely, a needy ache throbbing incessantly between her legs as she lavished her breasts in attention.

Marceline was dimly aware that the pink hand that had been resting on her hip was moving lower, over the waistband of her pants, unbuttoning them easily and sliding the zipper down slowly. It moved down to the seat of her pants, the tips of her fingers sliding between her legs, urging her to spread them until there was finally enough space to cup her sex through her pants. The Vampire Queen groaned as the hand rubbed her firmly, up and down, teasing her with the tiny bit of friction the jeans allowed. Bubblegum was surprised by the warmth emanating from between her thighs, giving her the confidence to be more daring and slip her hand inside. Marceline moaned loudly, her body trembling as Bubblegum’s warm palm cupped her wet sex, stroking her outer labia. Her longest finger experimentally dipped past them, finding the swollen, straining bud inside. She rubbed it lightly, first up and down, then in circles, watching her lover all the while, who moaned and quivered, eyebrows knitted together as she bit her lip and pushed her hips into Bubblegum’s hand.

“Ah…Oh, mmmnn….Ugh, Bonnie…” But it was happening too fast, and she could already feel her orgasm approaching. Forcing her eyes to open, she reached down and stilled girlfriend’s eager hand. Yet another confused look crossed her face as the vampire took her hand and guided her fingers a bit lower, down to her dripping entrance that was so swollen and ready for her arrival.  It was so cute how oblivious the young princess was to the ways of pleasure, how eager to please she was. The pink girl looked up into heady, glassy red eyes, the picture of arousal making her melt inside, making her want to do anything her Vampire Queen asked.

She pushed her index finger carefully into her, taking in the foreign feeling of smooth, slick walks encasing each digit. Marceline shifted her hips upward impatiently, moaning as the girl’s finger slipped deeper inside. She pumped that one finger inside her gently, so careful and tender with her lover. It was so sweet and yet so slow, Marceline biting her lip with one hand gripping the couch as she struggled not to rush her before it got to be too much.

“More, Bonnie, please. I’m not a virgin.” She moaned in breathless frustration, to which Bubblegum happily added another finger. “More.” Marceline groaned again, bucking her hips. Bubblegum pushed three fingers into her, picking up the pace the more her lover’s body responded. Marceline’s moans and gasps got louder the faster her fingers moved, pushing inside and stretching her exquisitely.  They pushed in slow and deep at first, a careful exploration, before picking up the pace bit by bit. Her fingers were so close to touching the place inside her that drove her crazy, with each thrust of her fingers getting closer to the spot, until finally her finger brushed against it.

“Ahhhn!” Marceline moaned, her hips bucking up sharply. A brief pause ensued as Bonnie tried to assess what had just happened, before resuming her ministrations. A few thrusts, and then she angled her hand just right, brushing over it again. This time she caught on, remembering the feel of the ridges against the pads of her fingers. She slid her fingers along it as she pushed her fingers in again, repeating the process until she was practically massaging it, watching hungrily as her girlfriend mewled loudly, writhing about on the couch.

“Ohhhhh glob, Bonnie, you’re gonna make me...uuugh, yesssssss….” She hissed, her hips undulating. Bubblegum thrust her fingers harder and faster, rubbing the engorged, ridged area harder. The vampire cried out hoarsely, her eyes squeezed shut tight as her hips bucked with her orgasm.

“Yes, Bonnie!” She shrieked, her sharp fingernails digging into the couch and ripping the fabric, body arched as the princess continued thrusting her fingers despite her cramped wrist. The vampire gasped for breath, her body going slack as she all but collapsed back on the couch.

“That was… wow…” She gasped, at a loss for words as she tried to catch her breathe. “And you said you’re a virgin?” She wouldn’t have believed it, if it weren’t for the fact she’d taken the girl herself just a week ago.

“Did you…?” Bubblegum asked, suddenly shy as she pulled her hand from the other girl’s pants.

“Cum?” She asked with a laugh, “Heck yeah I did. And hard, too. Glob, that was the best orgasm I’ve had in a long time. And from a virgin!” She didn’t even know how long it’d taken for Ash to figure out how to please her like that. Months maybe? And still, he’d never done as well as that…. Her attention was reeled back in to the present when she saw the princess studying her hand intently, which was soaking wet with her juices and glistening in the dim light of the flashing screen. She felt her face heat up as she saw the evidence of just how hard she’d came in Bubblegum’s hand… and her pants.

“Oh… uh…” she didn’t know what to say, or how to handle the situation, when out of nowhere the inquisitive princess brought the hand up to her face, licking some of the clear fluid from the palm of her hand. The vampire’s jaw dropped, a surge of arousal somehow managing to flare back to life inside her.

“Hm…” She bent her head again, tasting the vampire’s fluids a second time. Marceline felt herself practically growling as she worked her wet pants off and kicked them to the floor.

“You like how I taste, huh?” She asked huskily, her eyes positively predatory as she closed in on her delicious pray. Bubblegum looked up at her, eyes widening as if it suddenly donned on her just what she had been tasting.

“Oh, I-I… it’s just-- mmph!” The vampire’s lips were on her own in an instant, ravaging her hungrily and demanding entrance into that sweet candy mouth. Pink hands clung desperately to sharp grey blue shoulders, a surprisingly timid whimper escaping her throat and driving the vampire wild with lust. And then there was a knock on the front door.

“Oh glob!” Bubblegum yelped, whirling around as the vampire turned to face the door, unleashing a stream of curses.  She swooped down to get her pants, dashing off to her bed room for a clean pair. Another impatient knock.

“Hold on a minute!” She snapped impatiently, reappearing a moment later as a very embarrassed princess smoothed out the wrinkles her in her shirt and stuffed her still wet hand underneath her. However nothing could be done for the smell of sex still lingering in the room.

It was the day after the Marquis of Nuts’ engagement party that there was a knock on Marceline’s front door that caught her attention, causing her to look up from the movie she was watching. She had been so engrossed in it that she hadn’t noticed anyone enter her cave, since her favorite part had been playing, right when the girl was about to be eaten alive by a voracious horde of moaning zombies. She paused it and flew off, opening the door to reveal a rather abashed Princess Bubblegum with her hair pulled into a loose bun, dressed in a pink jacket and skirt, her glasses still perched on her nose as if she’d forgotten they were still on her face. In fact, she looked absolutely exhausted, dark bags hanging under weary eyes.

“Hello, Marceline. I’m sorry to stop by so unexpectedly without even a phone call, but I figured what I had to say was best said in person. Oh, you’re watching Zombie Death March… Look, I know it’s your favorite film but I uh… wanted to apologize for being so harsh toward you last night.” She said, her expression a tad guilty as she met the vampire’s eyes. Marceline, still shocked that the princess was in her cave and standing outside her front door, remained silent. Bubblegum mistook this for aloofness, spurring her on to reach out and touch the vampire’s cool grey hand.

“Please don’t be upset with me, Marce. I’m just so stressed lately. I don’t know how to handle everything that’s going on, and I overreacted. I know that is no excuse for my actions, but--” She began when the vampire’s fingers suddenly gripped her hand, pulling her inside and closing the door behind her.

“Don’t sweat it, I’m over it.” Marceline said, not letting her finish. “Come one, you should finish this movie with me.”

“Oh, I don’t know if I have the time…” Bubblegum began, glancing over her shoulder and back at the door.

“But it’s my favorite. If you really want to make it up to me about last night, you’ll stay and finish it with me.” Bubblegum blinked at this, then allowed herself a small smile.

“Well, alright. If you insist.” She said, and the vampire pulled her further inside the house.

“Here, I’ll get some pillows for you to sit on. One sec, I’ll be right back.” She said, disappearing to her room before returning with cushions for the princess’s butt. She tossed the pillows on the couch, hovering to the right of them as she patted the fluffy space invitingly. As soon as the princess sat beside her, she pressed play, watching Bubblegum out of the corner of her eye as the zombies bit into the screaming television woman’s flesh. She grimaced just a bit, and then laughed.

“I remember this part.” She said, smiling at it despite the rather gruesome nature of the scene.

“Do you remember what we were doing when we first watched it?” Marceline asked, looking at her directly. There was a pause.

“Yes.” Bubblegum answered truthfully, the slightest hint of a blush threatening to color her cheeks.

“I never told you before, but that’s why this is my favorite movie.” Marceline admitted. “It used to be Bloody Maw II.”

“Really?” Bubblegum asked in surprise, turning to face her.

“Yeah.” She chuckled. “I watch it all the time now, almost every weekend. It’s so corny, Finn and Jake don’t get why I like it.” Bubblegum laughed, and the sound made Marceline’s stomach flutter. The two finished the last thirty minutes of the movie in silence, the vampire watching as Bubblegum grew sleepier, her eyelids drooping and her body sagging. When it was finally over, she was practically asleep, her eyes barely even open as she forced herself onto her feet.

“I really should be going.” She said, fighting back a yawn.

“Just stay here, you look dead tired.” Marceline said.

“Oh no, I can’t. I need to get back in my lab, I’m really quite close to a breakthrough and--” she began, only to be cut off when one slender gray finger pressed over her lips.

“You’re so sleepy you’d probably pass out in the rowboat on the way back. Just stay here, take a nap and then when its nighttime I’ll wake you up and fly you back to your lab. Sound good?” Marceline suggested, tilting her head to the side, causing her inky hair to spill off to the side.

“Well…” She began, and Marceline reached out to her, tucking a stray lock of gummy hair behind her ear and caressing her face in the process. Her hand lingered there, cupping her face slightly, and the princess found herself leaning into the touch before she stopped herself, fluttering her eyelids. “You’re right. If it’s no trouble of course…”

“Psh.” The vampire rolled her eyes. “C’mon.” The princess found herself practically being drug into Marceline’s bedroom then, bringing back an array of memories of things that had taken place on the vampire’s bed, from innocent to… the not so innocent. A second later the vampire had the pillows back on the bed and was pulling Bubblegum up onto the mattress, peeling back the blankets for her to climb under. Despite the fact Marceline’s couch was rather hard and uncomfortable, the same could not be said of her bed, since depending on the night she sometimes physically slept on it as opposed to hovering over it.

“Thank you, Marceline.” Bubblegum said with a yawn, and not even a minute later she was out like a light, snoring quietly. Marceline couldn’t stop herself from smiling when she reached down to pluck the glasses off of Bubblegum’s face, setting them down on her desk before floating back to the girl’s sleeping form and lowering herself onto the bed next to her.

She studied the candy girl’s face, smoothed out and peaceful in her sleep. It was always so nice to see her so untroubled, not boggling her mind with ridiculously complicated formula or equation. Marceline didn’t care how creepy it was that she liked to watch the other girl sleep; she always had and always would. It was the only time to see her in such a relaxed state aside from post orgasm, which had been close enough to sleep for her most of the time anyway. She loved the way her lips parted just slightly, the steady rise and fall of her chest, the expression on her face. Smiling to herself, she reached out and cupped Bubblegum’s cheek in her hand, stroking it with her thumb, back and forth.

“I’ve only got one lifetime to spend with you, and even that doesn’t feel like enough.” She muttered. “You’ve got me so whipped its unreal.”