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Candy Fangs	By : idunnoman Category: +1 through F > Adventure Time Views: 5595 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Adventure Time is owned by Pendleton Ward. I make no profit from this story.

Part 2

Candy Fangs
As they sat there at the edge of the lake, fishing poles in hand, Bubblegum staring into the murky water, it suddenly donned on Marceline why she had felt so strange in the other girl’s presence as of late. For the first time in months, the realization that maybe she was starting to develop stronger, more intimate feelings for her friend actually made sense. She chanced another sidelong glance at the princess. She was nothing like the other people she had ever dated. She wasn’t dark, undead or even dead, not a diehard musician or punk for the most part. Instead, she was a well-mannered, kind, intelligent princess, who enjoyed science. She couldn’t be any more different from Ash, her last relationship, if she tried.
She remembered the last time they had hung out together, when Bubblegum made a joke about how wild her hair was. In retaliation, Marceline had pounced on Bubblegum, knocking her down onto the bed, reaching out and sticking both hands in her gummy hair, screwing it up. Bubblegum laughed, swatting at her hands and kicking at her midsection when all of a sudden she turned the tables on her, tackling her into the mess of blankets on the bed. The two grappled for several moments, laughing all the while, rolling around and grabbing at each other’s hands when Bubblegum managed to come out on top, Marceline’s wrists pinned above her head. She lay there, completely still under Bubblegum, staring up into her dark eyes while the other girl grinned down at her triumphantly, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her hair a ruffled mess. The vampire swallowed hard as she stared up at her, hoping the other girl would get off of her soon, before she did something stupid.
Just as she was about to lift her head and close the distance between her lips and Bubblegum’s, Peppermint Butler showed up, knocking on the door so that Bubblegum had to get up and answer it, leaving her friend alone on the bed. Marceline had gone completely limp then, closing her eyes tight and biting the inside of her cheek as she realized just how close she’d come to kissing her best friend.
Maybe she’d first realized her feelings that night when Bonnie sat down behind her, brushing her hair as they talked about nothing in particular. She found herself staring into the mirror in front of them, watching the beautiful candy girl go through the motions with the brush, even though she couldn’t actually see herself due to the fact she was a vampire. She remembered that uncomfortably warm feeling bubbling in her belly like an pot left to boil over, stronger than ever, making her want to turn around and gather the princess up in her arms and never let go. It was then that Bubblegum’s fingertips brushed against the back of her neck, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. She felt her chest tighten up when Bubblegum brought up the time Ash sold Hambo to the witch, causing her to remember the way the princess had held her in her arms while she cried, threatening to send her guards out to arrest her ex-boyfriend on bogus charges. The rest of the night was spent struggling against the urge to cuddle with the princess while she slept, or sneak a kiss on the cheek.
“…and drink the red from your pretty pink face,” Marceline murmured, strumming her bass, producing a low, rich sound. She closed her eyes and leaned back as she floated a few inches above her couch, plucking familiar chords as she thought about the song she had sang to Bonnie during the door lord incident. She smiled to herself a little, staring out of her window absentmindedly when she spotted a little man with a cashew for a head venturing into her cave carrying a picnic basket. Setting her axe bass aside, she rose up into the air and opened her door just as the little man was about to knock.
“Good evening, Marceline the Vampire Queen, I come baring a gift from the Duke of Nuts!” He said pleasantly, extending the basket to her. She took it, flipping back the lid to reveal a sealed letter and a variety of red apples, cherries and strawberries.
“What’s all this for?” She asked, taking out the envelope and ripping the seal, taking a moment to read what was inside. The little man giggled with excitement.
“The Duke has asked me to personally invite you to a party he is throwing tomorrow evening, given you will provide musical entertainment for his guests!” He said, to which the vampire blinked.
“It’s a little short notice but… ah, whatever. Sure I’ll go. So what’s the occasion?” She asked, setting the basket down.
“It is a celebration for the betrothal of his eldest son, the Marquis of Nuts!” He said happily, to which the vampire nodded. Wasn’t he a little young to be getting married? Mortals were always rushing into things…
“Cool, cool. Do I need to RSVP or something?” She asked, taking a cherry out of her gift basket.
“Consider this meeting the confirmation of your attendance.” He said, staring to leave. He waved at her as he departed, which she returned before closing the door and carrying the basket into her kitchen.
“Looks like I need to come up with a song…” She murmured, setting the apples down on a shelf in her fridge and then dumping the rest in a drawer. She started humming a beat to herself, wandering off back to her bedroom, grabbing her journal and a pencil before returning to her living room. She floated an inch or two above the couch, trying to think of lyrics. It was surprisingly difficult to think of the right words, and she found herself becoming increasingly frustrated as she struggled for the right words, resulting in many wads of paper being tossed around the room. Happy songs had never been her forte, especially now that old wounds were opening up again with her ex and all.
“There. Good enough.” She grumbled, looking down at her work.
Hey there little nut
I heard you're getting married
Well let me tell you, it’s just like being buried
Oh, let me tell you
It seems like just yesterday that you were playing
Just outside with your friends
Silly little nut
Love is for fools
Who follow all the rules
It's time to grow up
And out of silly little fantasies
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 tossed the journal aside on the couch and flew up into the air, deciding she needed a break. Flying off in the direction of her bedroom, she donned her sunhat and gloves, venturing out of the cool, moist cave where she lived and out into the Land of Ooo. She flew over the ocean waters and onto dry land, floating through the Spooky Forest in search of the rickety old house where Wendy, Booboo and Georgy lived. She wrapped her knuckles against the old door once, causing the rotten old wood to cave in just a bit, a few tiny splinters embedding themselves under her grey skin. She growled in annoyance, bringing her hand up close to her face and picked the splinters out with her fingers before crossing her arms over her chest, foot wiggling in the air impatiently. Wendy phased through the door a few minutes later, looking ready to maim someone when she realized it was the vampire on the other side.
“Oh hey, Marceline, I haven’t seen you in a while. Not since we pranked those two dweebs you hang with… so what’s up?” She asked, a little surprised to see her. The vampire grunted in reply, causing the ghost to frown and raise one eyebrow. “Well… do you wanna come in or something and chill for a bit?” She asked.
“Yeah, I’d like that.” She said, although you wouldn’t have known by her tone, and opened the door, floating inside. “Where’s Gregory and Booboo?” She asked, to which the ghost shrugged.
“I dunno, it’s not like I babysit them.” She said.
“Whatever.” Marceline muttered, floating off in the direction of the living room and hovering over a torn up chair.
“What’s eating you?” Wendy asked, a little annoyed with the vampire’s aloof behavior, but Marceline didn’t say anything.
“Look if your just gonna act like—hey, wait a minute. Is this about that candy girl, Bubblegum? I thought you guys broke up.” She said, causing the vampire to stiffen, opening her mouth to deny it when the ghost let out a snort of disbelief. Was she really that easy to read?
“I told you, you should just let me and the guys go suck her brains out. Then she’d be out of your hair and-- hah, bubblegum in your hair…” She paused to snicker at her own joke, “I mean, we’d get a meal out of it and you could even drink the red from her skin! But no, you gotta be all in love with her and junk.” Marceline’s expression soured further, her cheeks turning a little pink as the corners of her mouth pulled downward in an angry frown. She was quickly regretting her decision to see the ghost trio. Just as she was about to get up and leave, Georgy phased through the wall, scratching his pit.
“Are you guys talking about that pink chick Marce used to hang out with all the time?” He asked, seeming rather disinterested.
“They didn’t just hang out, they dated.” Wendy corrected with a sneer. The other ghost laughed.
“Oh yeah, I forgot Marce was a big fat lesbo.” They both laughed as the vampire’s cheeks burned brighter.
“I am not a lesbo!” The vampire hissed furiously, her hands bunched into fists. “Just because I date one girl does not mean--”
“Whatevs, Marceline. We all know you prefer innies to outties!” Wendy said, busting up laughing again, followed by Georgy.
“Hey, what’s so funny?” Booboo asked, floating into the room from upstairs. The vampire changed into a werewolf, snarling angrily and lunging at Wendy, snapping her jaws. Despite already being dead, the ghost let out a squeal and flinched, throwing her arms up to protect herself.
“Screw you guys! I’m out of here!” She roared, turning and busting through the front door, causing it to fly off the hinges.
“Eh, she’s only mad cuz it’s true.” She heard Wendy say, but she ignored it, storming off into the thick foliage of the forest. It would’ve been funny had anyone been around to witness a werewolf stomping about in a sunhat and gloves, which were now ripped a little around the fingertips due to her claws. Why had she even thought she could hang out with them in the first place? They were the type of friends you party or watch movies with, not the kind you actually talk to when you need someone to just listen. Not to mention that time when they tried to suck out Finn and Jake’s brains, because that just wasn’t cool. Now she understood what Bubblegum had meant when she said “they’re not really your friends” all that time ago, back when she had first introduced them all. She flinched then, slamming her palm into her forehead as she caught herself thinking about her ex. Why couldn’t she go just one day without thinking about her? Heck, just one lumpin’ hour!
She needed to do something, see someone, that would take her mind off the candy princess for a while. But where to go, and who to hang out with? She had an abundance of acquaintances, but no one she really considered to be her friends, except for maybe the human and his dog. The two seemed to be rather partial to her, or at least Finn, considering they came around her house often enough without needing to be invited. Heck, sometimes they even asked her to come along with them on one of their stupid hero quests. She snickered when she remembered the time she thought Finn was asking her on a date, only to wind up going to some sappy romance flic that made them both sick to their stomachs. Oh the look on Bonnie’s face when they set those wolves loose in her room...
“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” She yelled. “Get. Out. Of. My. HEAD!”
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she looked up at the sky through the spaces between the leaves, realizing it was only midday and that the two were probably still out and about adventuring. There was no telling where they’d be, and she wasn’t really in the mood to go wandering all over Ooo in search of them. Then again, she could just hang around for a while and wait for them to get back… She smiled at the thought, and flew up into the sky, transforming back to her normal self and flying in the direction of the tree house.
She was there in no time, floating up to one of the windows and popping it open, slipping inside with ease. Her attention was piqued when she heard someone singing, and it definitely wasn’t Finn or Jake’s voice. Floating through the tree house, she found herself outside the bathroom watching BMO as he stood on a stool in front of the mirror with a brush in his hand, swiping the bristles over the plastic of his face while he sang.
“Brushy, brushy, brush, just brush your face, brush your—Oh! What are you doing here?” He squeaked, waving the brush at her angrily.
“Hey, chill out lil dude! I’m just gonna chill here till Finn and Jake get back. You can go back to er, brushing your face or whatever you were doing.” She said, hands raised as she fought back a laugh. He pouted at her and then turned to face the mirror again, going back to brushing his face, but staying quiet this time. Choking back a giggle, the vampire floated away, over to the couch. As she hovered there, she hummed to herself quietly, remembering the song she had written earlier that day. A little while later, BMO emerged from the bathroom, stopping right in front of her with a serious look on his little face, staring at her until she noticed him.
“Tell no one of what you saw on this day, you hear?” He asked, pointing a little plastic finger at her in a way that was probably supposed to be threatening. Marceline let out a little chuckle, raising on hand as if making an oath.
“Hey, what you do in your house is your biz. Who am I to judge?” She asked. Seeming satisfied with this answer, he dug out a controller from between the couch cushions and offered it to her.
“Want to play a game?” He asked, plugging the jack into himself.
“Sure!” She took the controller as the game started up, revealing a tiny pixelated man standing on a ledge. She played for a little while, BMO narrating her combos for her when suddenly the door to the tree house swung open and a tired looking Finn and Jake trudged inside. If it wasn’t for the game’s sound effects, they probably wouldn’t have even noticed her.
“Oh, hey.” Finn said tiredly, waving his hand at her. “Sup?”
“Oh, not much. Rough day?” She asked, setting the controller down, BMO’s screen clearing as he turned to look at his friends. Jake went straight to the fridge, rummaging through drawers and shelves for something to eat.
“Yeah.” Finn said, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.
“Hey, you want some bologna?” Jake asked, glancing over at his friend and holding out a slice of lunch meat.
“Yeah, I’m starving.” He said, taking it and cramming it in his mouth. “So uh, did you need something?” He asked, turning to the vampire. She pursed her lips, wondering if she should just go. They weren’t going to be much fun if they were tired.
“No… I was just wondering if you guys wanted to… watch Heat Signature with me again. It was a really good movie and I wanted to watch it again, but I don’t own it so… yeah.” She said, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.
“Oh, sure, do you wanna borrow it?” Jake asked, joining in the conversation, his eyes dull and glazed over with drowsiness.
“I would but my TV is broken so…” The two stared at her blankly for a minute, not following. “I could just go home I guess.” She muttered, floating toward the door.
“You could watch it here, with us, if you want to.” Jake said suddenly, surprising her. She paused with her hand on the doorknob, turning her face in the direction of the dog.
“Yeah, I mean, if it’s cool with you guys and all...” She said.
“Just let me get something in my stomach and I’ll put it on, k?” He said, and started rummaging through the fridge again. Finn sat down at the table, putting his head down while he waited on Jake to make the two of them something to eat, his eyelids fluttering as he started to nod off. He nearly jumped out of his skin when his friend set a plate down in front of him, before sluggishly picking up the sandwich and taking a bite out of the corner, his jaws working slowly like a cow chewing its cud. A few minutes later Jake had the movie playing, the two boys munching away while Marceline hovered over the couch.
About half way through, she happened to look back at them, realizing Finn had gone to bed and Jake was fast asleep at the table, his face mashed against his half eaten sandwich, mustard all over his cheek and jowls as he snored softly. For a moment, Marceline actually felt bad for how mean she’d been to him in the past, picking him up under his arm pits and carrying him to his bed, laying him down in his drawer and pulling his blanket up over him. A little smile tugged at his lips then as he wiggled himself into a more comfortable position, a tiny fart slipping out as he opened his eyes a crack, looking up at her before falling back asleep and snoring loudly.
She left long before the film was over, heading off in the direction of the candy kingdom in search of a certain pink princess. She flew up to her bedroom, surprised to find the window latched shut and curtains drawn. Frowning to herself, she wrapped on the glass with one hand, then paused to press her pointed ear against it and listen. But there was no movement inside, not even the sound of steady breathing or a faint heartbeat, aside from the little mouse that took up residence in a crack in Bubblegum’s wall. The vampire floated backwards, crossing her arms over her chest as she thought about her options. Either go away, knock harder until someone heard, or go in search of the princess somewhere else… The last one seemed like the best option of the three, and so she flew off, circling around the castle to the lower levels, finding herself floating just outside the window of Bonnie’s laboratory.
She watched for a few minutes as the princess methodically measured out a variety of fluids, from thin and runny to thick and viscous. The look of utter concentration that her ex wore was rather endearing, the way those delicate eyebrows fixed together, that little pink tongue just barely visible against her upper lip. She lifted two beakers, tilting the contents of one into the other oh so carefully, just a single blue drop hitting the surface of the yellow goo that the other beaker contained. For a moment, nothing happened, when suddenly there was a bright flash of purple light that blinded the vampire. She hissed and covered her eyes with one hand, blinking away the white spots glaring before her sensitive eyes to see a rather triumphant Bubblegum beaming down at the beaker in her left hand.
Seeing as the princess seemed to be happy, Marceline figured there was no better time to pop in. She pushed the window in from the outside, the hinges squeaking a little, alerting the princess to her intrusion, causing her to whirl around almost instantly. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates as she hid the beakers behind her back, freeing up one hand and grappling about on the surface of her work counter in search of something sharp, as if readying for a fight.
“Whoa, whoa, Bonnie, relax!” The vampire said, raising her hands in defense. Upon hearing her voice, the princess visibly relaxed, the hand on the counter falling limply to her side as she let out a relieved sigh. She smiled to herself, letting out a little chuckle before her eyes lit up, her face absolute livid.
“Marceline, why are you here?!” She snapped angrily, suddenly suspicious again. She looked so tired, dark bags hanging under those pretty eyes, tiny lines etched into her normally supple face. The Vampire Queen paused a few feet away, arching one eyebrow and tilting her head a little.
“I just wanted to see you…” She admitted, starting to worry that last night had been a fluke. Oh glob, please don’t let it be a fluke… “Why are you so defensive, anyway? What are you making, an atomic bomb?” She asked, craning her neck to try and get a better look at the beaker the princess was still holding behind her back.
“That’s none of your business.” The princess muttered, the tension in her shoulders letting up a little, as if she had convinced herself of something the vampire wasn’t in on. “And you shouldn’t sneak up on people like that! It’s very improper…”
“When I have I ever been proper?” She retorted, rising higher into the air and floating closer. Not that she could understand all that super complicated science mumbo jumbo Bubblegum used spout, but she had a general understanding of the basics her ex had sometime outlined. After all, she was over a thousand years old, which left one with quite a bit of time for reading books.
But Bubblegum was already wrapping up her notes, tucking them away under her arm as she went about storing the various chemicals from her experiment. It took a little effort to stifle the pout that was threatening to pull at the corners of Marceline’s mouth at having been shut out of something interesting. She was nosey by nature, and it was never fun being thwarted. But then again, spying on the Princess’s brainiac experiments wasn’t what she’d come for. Now what to say? She couldn’t just dive headlong into the topic of last night….
“This isn’t the appropriate setting for discussing private matters. Would you meet me in my bed chambers in a few moments?” Bubblegum asked suddenly, as if she had read the thought right out of her mind, half turning to look at the vampire.
“Yeah, sure.” Marceline answered, and Bubblegum walked away, flicking the lights off and locking the door on her way out. The vampire flew away in the direction of the window, slipping through and closing it behind her before taking off to the princess’s bedroom. She waited there for what felt to her like forever, the window still closed and curtains drawn, and even though she could easily have gotten in, she thought it was a better idea to stay outside and wait for an invitation. Just as she was beginning to think the princess had set her up, the curtains were drawn back and the window unlatched.
“Come in.” The princess said, stepping back and walking off in the direction of her desk, sitting down and holding herself upright in what she must’ve thought was a regal manner. Instead, it looked rather pitiful, with how tired she looked, maybe even a little ridiculous considering she was dressed in a pink night gown with frills at the bottom. Yet Marceline found herself anxious inside, her stomach tying itself in knots, throat dry and sticky as she realized she was afraid of what might be said, when the princess opened her mouth and began talking.
“After last night… I started thinking about the circumstances in which I left you and...” She sighed deeply, taking off her glasses and setting them down. The vampire’s jaw was clenched, her hands balled up into fists as she waited, the pause stretching on into infinity. “And I’m sorry. The manner in which I went about things, the way I’ve been going about them, is not fair to you.” The vampire stared at her with wide eyes. Did this mean they were…?
“I miss hanging out with you, Marce. I want us to be friends again. But I’m afraid that we can’t be anything more than that. The problem is that no one can know about us seeing each other again, not even Peppermint… It’s a matter of safety for both of us. I understand if that is too much to ask you of you…” She said, trailing off and looking to the vampire for an answer. But in truth, she really didn’t know what to say or even what she should be feeling. Happy to be allowed in the princess’s presence again, angry that she was going to be treated like a dirty little secret, or curious about what Bubblegum perceived to be threatening to the both of them.
“Safety?” She echoed, causing Bubblegum to shift a little, seeming a little uncomfortable.

“It’s complicated, I’d much rather not discuss that…” She muttered, lowering her eyes.
“No, I want to know. Does this involve that thing you were working on in your lab earlier? If there’s a chance someone’s going to hurt one of us, I wanna--” She began, floating closer.
“Marceline, no. Please, just take my word for it. I am taking all the necessary precautions to avoid any such event from occurring.” She said firmly, forcing her eyes to meet with crimson. The vampire was taken aback by the secrecy, although that was nothing new, come to think of it. Her girlfriend had always had a strange, secretive attitude when it came to some of her more serious research.
“Alright.” Marceline said, forcing herself to drop the matter. She took a deep breath, facing the issue she had been hoping to avoid. “So what does this mean exactly? Do I have to slip into your room in the dead of night, just to come and talk to you?”
“Yes, unless I notify you to meet me at a different location.” She answered simply, maintaining eye contact with her ex-girlfriend. They stared each other down for several moments, Marceline warring with herself over whether or not she should push the subject. But did it really matter? This was the closest she’d been the princess in so long, actually talking to one another, no dirty looks or cold remarks to turn her away. She could fight with her another day, but for now, she just wanted to savor the other girl’s company. A little defeated, Marceline lowered herself to hover over the foot of the princess’s bed.
“You look tired. You should get some sleep.” She noted, her voice softer than before.
“Not while you’re here. I’d like to at least make an attempt at being a hospitable hostess.” A small smile formed across her face, touching her eyes just a little. It was so sweet that the vampire couldn’t help but return it, exposing a few sharp teeth.
“Oh, darn it, I’m already messing it up. Would you like anything to drink or, er, drink?” She asked, sweeping her gummy hair back and to one side, exposing her throat to the vampire’s line of vision. Marceline felt her stomach clench and had to fight the urge not to say yes, just tilt your head back.
“I’m fine.” She answered, her voice a tad strained. “But even if you don’t go to sleep, you should at least lie down.” She patted the bed and averted her eyes for a moment, but didn’t miss the longing look on the princess’s face as she eyed the soft mattress.
“Well, if you insist.” She murmured, and stood up, walking over to her bed and sitting down atop the blankets, pillows at her back. She fought back the urge to lay back, her eyes focused on the other girl floating a few feet away. A few moments of silence threatened to trick Bubblegum into closing her eyes, when suddenly the vampire spoke up.
“Did you know the Marquis of Nuts is getting married soon?” She asked, seemingly out of nowhere. Bubblegum blinked her eyes blearily, a frown turning the corners of her mouth downward.
“Yes, I did know.” She admitted, not offering any more information on the topic.
“I got an invitation today. They want me to play a song for the party. I know you don’t care for the Duke much, but I figured he probably sent you an invitation, too.” Marceline said, her voice a little too soft for her liking.
“I did.” Bubblegum confirmed.
“Are you going?”
“Yes, but purely for diplomatic purposes only.” Marceline bit her lip, thinking back to what the princess had said about not associating in public.
“So does that mean that I can’t talk to you while we’re there?”
“Yes.” The vampire lowered her eyes, her stomach cold on the inside. “I’m sorry, Marceline. If it’s too much, I won’t attend…” But she was shaking her head.
“No, go. It’s no big deal. It can’t be that hard not to talk to you, can it? You managed to ignore me for two years almost.” She said, not noticing the pained expression that flickered across the princess’s face. After that, there wasn’t much left to say. There was no room in the thick air for mundane questions like ‘so how was your day?’
This time the silence didn’t recover itself, just hanging in the air like a suffocating blanket of tension. Bubblegum closed her eyes, pretending to sleep until the vampire left through her window and went home for the night. But once she was gone, the princess’s eyes opened again as she rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling miserably, hating herself for hurting the vampire so much. Maybe it would have been worth it to continue her hateful charade, but then again, how could she? She had blown her cover with just two little words, and she’d known it too, as soon as they tumbled from her mouth. And yet she’d wanted to say them, to uplift months of guilt from her heavy conscience. Too bad it was just going to renew itself all over again with the new batch of pain she was going to bring onto her ex.
“I’m so sorry, Marceline.” She breathed softly, willing her tired mind to shut down for the night and allow her some rest.
Bubblegum was busying herself with putting up festive wall hangings, humming a song Marceline had sung to her last night, a little blush coloring her pink cheeks further as she recalled the words. She’d never been serenaded like that before, aside from maybe an awkward song or two sung by Cinnamon Bun after a long night of root beer consumption. But that didn’t really count as far as she was concerned. The complete spontaneity combined with the timing had made for the most romantic scenario she could have imagined.
She’d been sitting at her desk for hours, utterly frustrated as she busied herself with complicated equations in which to complete her elixir when she heard something low and lilting reach her ears from outside. Confused, she closed her notebook and hid it away in her desk, walking over to her window and opening it up. The rich sounds of a bass guitar reached her ears from below, causing her to look down in surprise, spotting the vampire floating upward toward her, hair pulled back into a loose pony tail, dressed in a sweater and ripped jeans as she strummed the strings of her bass and began to sing.
“Oh Bonnibel, the sweetest candy princess around, won’t you let me bury you in the ground, bury you with my sound, let me drink the red from that pretty pink face,” She floated about level with the princess then, looking at the princess through thick black eyelashes. There was a pause in the lyrics as she continued with the instrumentals, allowing her a few moments to ready herself once more. But just as she was about to start singing again, the princess had her face trapped in between both hands, kissing her hungrily, her tongue delving into the vampire’s mouth and making her moan as she was pulled inside the princess’s room.
“But the song’s not over.” She protested weakly, only to be silenced with another heated kiss.
“You can finish it after I’m done with you.” She murmured, to which the vampire gladly set aside her bass, mewling as warm lips and teeth descended upon her throat.
Bubblegum was startled out of here reverie as the ladder beneath her began to wobble to and fro, causing her to lose her balance. She felt her feet leave the tiny platform, her entire body falling backwards when suddenly two arms caught her, pulling her into a soft chest.
“Sup?” The vampire smiled, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
“Did you bump the latter on purpose just to make me fall!?” She yelled, about to go off when the vampire started to snicker. She scowled at her as her heart rate calmed back down to its normal pace, when suddenly she started laughing too.
“Relax, you know I’ll always catch you when you fall.” She said, smiling and looking at her through those thick eyelashes the exact same way she had the night before. Bubblegum returned her smile, her slender pink hand sliding into thick raven hair and scraping her nails lightly over her scalp the way she knew her girlfriend liked. Purring, Marceline lowered her head to kiss the princess’s sweet mouth, forked tongue teasing the seam of her lips.
Somewhere in the deepest, darkest corner of Ooo, a lone figure stood slouched before his master, angry eyes downcast as enraged words filled the gloom of the cave.
“Imbecile! You said the vampire was taken care of!” The voice rang throughout the enclosed space, causing him to lower his head further.
“I know, master. I thought the problem had been taken care, but I underestimated the situation…” He began, frustrated.
“You should have killed her when you had the chance! Such mistakes will set us back!” Teeth ground against one another in an attempt to restrain himself, fighting back the anger boiling up inside him.
“Such tasks are difficult when trying to maintain a position of trust, master.” He said softly.
“Leave me.” The command was absolute, leaving no room for further discussion.
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