Bubblegum's stare blazed with an intense.. Intense.. Something.... Damn, that glare looked good on her, and that amused Marceline to no end. She replaced her blank mask with a arrogant smirk and cocked her hip to the side. The soft lighting of a nearby lamp outlining her curves, and making her raven hair look soft to the touch. "Get dressed, babe, we've got places to be. Hips to shake." She winked, and leaned forward, so the light shined on her dark, dark eyes more. A blush raced over Bubblegum's pale features, and she squirmed a little where she stood. The little actions had Marceline smirking and standing again. She purposely drug her hand up her thigh before resting it delicately on her hip.
"I'm not your babe, and I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to lay in my bed and sleep." Her voice barely shook, which seemed to be an extremely difficult feat based on the blush and averted eyes. She quickly walked towards Marceline and tried to place the clothing back into the vampire's arms, only to have her own caught in a steadfast grip. She pulled her arms, even thought even she knew the action was futile while Marceline leaned forward and whisper slowly, in a raspy voice that raced down her spine.
"If you don't go dress yourself, I just might have to help you." Bubblegum jerked her from the undead females grasp and ran to the bathroom, dark chuckles settling with dust in her midst.
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"Where are we going that I need to be dressed like this?" Princess Bubblegum asked in an exasperated tone as she surveyed her outfit. Tight, black leather jeans paired with tall, equally tight, heeled boots. Her shirt was basically ribbons covering her breasts and criss crossing over her sides and stomach. Multiple bracelets, black, silver, and studded, clang together as she moved and a tight ponytail swung behind her. Marceline struggled to keep her gaze on the younger woman's eyes, even though even they were sexy with the black eyeliner outlining them. Despite the feels screaming and rearing inside of her she simple smirked and said,
" A simple hard rock party. Shouldn't be too much for a beginner." The last sentence, to put it plainly, pissed Bubblegum off.
"Are you saying I'm inexperienced?"
"Are you saying you've been to a party that had nothing to with royalty, or a birthday before?" Marceline shot back.
"Whatever, you'll see how good I am at partying." At that Marceline full out smiled, which threw Bubblegum off.
"Damn, can't wait for you to prove me wrong." And then she winked. WINKED. Fuck, Marceline was getting on Bubblegum's nerves. Marceline spun on her heel and started walking to the balcony, but she couldn't help throwing over her shoulder,
"By the way, your ass looks fine as hell in leather."
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Two Broken Hearts
FanfictionThis is a bubbline fanfic, and I suggest you read it. Bubblegum hated her life. She hated the people in it, including herself. Marceline hated the regularity. She hated being alone. Once they mix, shit gets real. DISCLAIMER: I do not own adventure...
