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An Unsuitable Situation	By : JonStalle Category: +1 through F > Adventure Time Views: 6925 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Adventure Time, Pendleton Ward does. I donnot make profit from these stories they are purely for fun.

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The dimly lit room draped with a conglomeration of pink and purple hues encompassed a warm dusk-like lighting that seemed to caress and engulf you within its sensuous warmth. It cast shadows perfectly and well accommodated my dark tastes. Like always, I'd be spending my evening dancing amongst the shadows, avoiding contact with any and everybody.I don't know why I even bother coming to these things. That's a lie, I come here for her, and I came with a plan that by the end of this Royal Convention she'd know how I felt. I don't even know why she continues to invite me to these royal balls. They always just end up being a royal pain in the ass. I still don't know why she bothers. I mean it's not as if we aren't friends or anything; I'm just, you know, a Vampire Half-Demon, who strikes fear into the hearts of all who cross my path. That fact is truly why I hate coming to these things. They fear me and they have reason to. Everyone is intimidated by me, their overwhelming scent of fear quite evident upon them clouding up my senses—except for her. She never smells like fear, she always smell of jasmine and lilac accompanied by a sweet aroma.
I watch as all the royalty of Ooo shuffle about the room feigning interest in drab conversations with former adversaries, as well as schmoozing and gallivantingaboutboasting to each other about their riches and accomplishments in their Kingdom. Ugh. It's all such a trifle, and quite trivial for someone my age. For someone my age, I mull over the thought. Hell, I'm probably the oldest thing in this room.
I adjust my slender black tie, and then check my watch. I can't believe it's only been fifteen minutes since I arrived. "This is going to be a long night," I mumble to myself. I thrust my hand deep into my pocket as I swirl the deep reddish hued liquid around in my wine glass. I tip it to my lips slowly sipping the liquid as it warms my cold insides and its heady scent envelops my senses. "At least the wine's good," I say to no one in particular as I eye the crowd from the shadows.
I presently lean against the wall near the exit; the bright vibrant red sign being my only company amongst the shadows. The sounds of a sensuously slow ballad played amongst the black and ivory keys stationed on the opposite side of the room drift through the air thickly.
As if on cue she walks in.
She is absolutely stunning. Her hair hangs about her shoulders curled and teased into the most appealing tresses I've ever seen, she is clad in a sexy yet elegant red dress. The hem is cut high in the front and seems to decrescendo as it approaches the back, purposely showing off her perfect legs in the dark satin light of the ball room. Even her crown and jewelry seem to perfectly accentuate her presence. She is perfection in humanoid form, this… this beautiful woman, Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum.
People flock to her and she begins to quickly make her rounds about the ballroom greeting people tending to her duties as mistress of ceremonies. She seems to float graciously and poised throughout the room, her body lithe and refined; even her laugh, flowing yet delicate and controlled as she lilts amidst conversation. I hadn't realized that I had been staring until her crystal blue eyes met my red ones across that room. As she advanced in my direction a hard lump nested itself in my throat. Shit. Attempting to compose myself I calmly lifted my glass swallowing some of the wine down my throat as the knot reluctantly subsided.
I shoot a glance toward the exit, and then back at her. What could we possibly have to talk about? We aren't quite enemies but still not quite friends. That's how I'd like it to stay.Lie.
"Hello, Marceline," she begins as I sense her hesitation, "How are you, are you enjoying yourself?"
I tilt my head and lift my eyebrow at her taking her in. Her dress is a deep sultry red matching my shirt. I love red but this red is my favorite it's the kind that reminds me of lust, shame, and all things sexual—my favorite red to drink. Stop that, I chastised myself. After incredulously eyeing her for a moment, I noticed a blush come to her cheeks. She had obviously noticed me appraising her since I had failed to answer her query. Dammit Marceline, get your shit together.
My voice as smooth and as rich as the wine I had consumed that evening slinked pass my lips as I disclosed a response, "I'm fine. If that's what you want to call this then, yes," I feigned a smile in her direction as I returned my attention to my wine finishing and placing the empty wine glass on a tray of a passing waiter. I didn't return my attention to her attempting to act disinterested.
"Why have you isolated yourself to the confinement of this dark and desolate corner?" she challenged her voice carried a certain confidence that she had thwarted my attempt at ending our conversation.
"I…I-Do you want me to be frank with you?" I reply, not knowing how to answer other than with honesty.
"If by frank you mean honest, then yes. Please."
"I hate these parties…" I confessed.
"Okay," she began; her face seemed to sink apparently a bit saddened by my statement. "Well if you hate them so much Marceline, why do you attend every single one that I invite you to..."
I furrowed my brow attempting to choose my words carefully as not to incriminate myself. "Well, for one, the wine isn't too bad. Secondly, I get a weekend vacation from my duties and I am waited on hand and foot in the Royal Palace within the Candy Kingdom." I stated rather dryly.
"Is that all?" she questioned flatly, she'd obviously been expecting something that my answer lacked.
"Eh, that's about it."
She wrinkled up her nose, and opened her mouth as she was about to reply just then Lumpy Space Princess interrupted taking her away saying something about a new "hottie" that wants to meet the Princess. Bonnibel threw an apologetic glance my way as she disappeared into the crowd. I scolded myself in my head, Marceline you're a complete asshole. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
The evening drew on mind-numbingly slow, my only entertainment had been watching the Ice King get turned down multiple times as he hit on various princesses. Finally he resolved to take home what he thought to be "The Coat-Rack Princess". Later on into the party a drunken LSP fell off a column on the banister after attempting to pole dance about it. I began to feel more and more relaxed as I threw back glass after glass of wine. Soon glasses became bottles, as its effects began to hit me causing me to feel it warming the cold blood that had long been settled in my veins. Before I knew it eleven o'clock had come around and I headed toward the room I had been assigned for the remainder of the convention. With a half empty wine bottle in hand I stumbled through the halls. Almost tripping I titled my wine bottle to my lips and drank deeply; I suddenly felt hands attempting to hold my unstable form up.
I looked over into a sea of blue, the pink girl smiled brightly at me "Someone's had a bit much to drink," she stated as she helped me down the hall.
I leaned in resting my head on hers holding on to her and clutching my wine bottle as she helped steady me. She smelled good; at this close proximity her scent was absolutely overwhelming. I leaned in and sniffed deeply, feeling her stopping all movements and tense as I did so. Sobering up quickly from my drunken stupor I realized I was being a creep. "I...I-I..." I stuttered as she looked up at me with a mixed expression on her face, half expecting me to finish my state the other half most likely creeped out. Trying to sober up I thought of what to say, Say something dummy, say something. "I...I-You…smell good…" Face-palm. Way to go dorkface.
Her cheeks turned a bright shade of red at my comment. "Thank you?" she replied awkwardly as we approached my room. I had sobered up a bit as we casually conversed much better than our short lived conversation earlier.
"Hey, Bonnibel," I hiccupped.
"Hm?" she replied.
Feeling too brave, probably from the alcohol I began, "You know when you asked me why I still come to these Conventions even though I hate them. Well I come because…because well I like you Bonnibel. I have for a long time, and I felt that coming to these conventions were the only way to see you and no make things totally awkward. I mean we're not even friends, but we're not like enemies or anything either. It's just…yeah," my words faded as I realized I was rambling. We stood facing each other neither one of us saying a word, in total silence except for the ball room music that could still be heard in the hallway.
Then it happened.
Suddenly I was being pulled down as pink lips crashed into mine. I wrapped my arms around her waist as I pushed her up against the wall. I began trailing my kisses down her jawline to her neck, where I noted her jugular vein pulsing in excitement enticing me to take a sip of her undoubtedly delicious pink. She moaned as I placed lingering kisses along her neck. My hands found hers holding them against the wall above her head as I captured her lips with mine. We kissed passionately, I licked her lower lip asking permission to enter her mouth, and it being granted as her lips parted pulsing with the inflow of warm, sensual blood captivating my whole being. We continued to kiss as our tongues dueled for dominance. She tasted delicious, like—like strawberries.
She was intoxicating corrupting every sense, I needed more. Breaking the kiss I returned to her neck, trailing kisses down her exposed flesh to her cleavage as I nipped slowly and seductively at the mounds. "I want you so bad…" is all I could mumble as I continued my administrations on her supple skin. She moaned, her swollen trembling lips parted as she spoke softly "Marceline…Please…"
"Yes, Bonnibel?" I panted suddenly realizing how hot this narrow hallway seemed as we pressed together. I looked down into those sexy pleading eyes as I moved my body closer to her pressing my thigh between her legs causing her to gasp, she then whimpered, "Please…fuck me…"
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