Bittersweet - Bubbline AU

Chapter Sixteen - Nightosphere's Princess

At least it's not another one from Hayley Williams lol.

Hello! Another fresh chapter for y'all.

I'm sorry for the delay. My job consumes me and puts an end to my creativity.

Without further ado, let's move on to the chapter. Good reading! xoxo

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She tastes like something sweet, something pure. Smells like something untouched, secret. When she walks, the body follows its own curves like angry water in a river on a rainy day.

She makes the other dizzy. It's worse than alcohol. It's worse than cigarettes. Or would it be better? Damn, it looks better. Much better.

Things are different now, she thinks. The white of her skin makes her careful, the bright pink of her hair makes her tender. It's no longer that violent urge that demands seeing the girl dismount under her touch.

It is denser, more complex. It's a fine line between sucking on her innocence and preserving the delicate art that she is. She wants to go slowly, to discover little by little. From starting at the lips, exploring the rest, discovering the places, revealing the sounds, and ending at the lips again. Those other lips that no one has ever been able to touch, just to find out what they have to say, make the sounds go up to where they can get out, fill the room... but with no hurry, without anger. Not to pluck her innocence, but let it flow.

Marceline was on the verge of making something that she maybe shouldn't, but this time she was not afraid. She was sure now: she could do it right.

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"Ya-da-da, she is so annoying, ya-da-da, she is so privileged, ya-da-da, she is so full of herself, I will never be with someone like her, ya-da-"

"My God, Priscilla! I get it!" - said Marceline, uncomfortable. Her friend was already taking her patience away.

It was late November and she still hadn't gotten over the scene she had caught. Marceline and Bonnibel? What a gossip. She had to bite her own tongue every time she saw them talking at school. After all, as much as she loved a good reason to gossip, she wouldn't be the one to pull Bonnibel out of the closet. But it definitely wouldn't be what would stop her from harassing her best friend whenever she could.

"You two are such a beautiful couple!" - she said, sitting on Marceline's bed. Keila was there too, just laughing. The band knew, with Bonnie's permission.

"We are not a couple. It's just ... a friendship with benefits."

"Okay, whatever" - replied Priscilla, dismissing her with her hand. "Had you two already...?"

"No" - said Marceline, serious. She was in front of the mirror, doing her own hair cut. "You know very well why I am not going to the end with her."

"Well, you're going to have to get over it at some point, aren't you?" - said Keila carefully.

"I don't think so. And even if I did, why the hell would I ruin the first time of a friend of mine just to try to heal myself? That's selfish."

"Oh, Marcy..." - said Keila, approaching her friend to fix the cut on the back of her head. "Do you really think you would be that bad for her? I'm not saying that you are in love with her... It's just that you already have a certain affection for her. As a friend, I mean. You don't think that would make you be more careful with her? "

"I don't know, Keys... I don't know."

"Things are different now" - said Priscilla, sitting in a chair next to her friend's dressing table. "You've never spent so much time with just one person in your life, Marceline. You trust her, you like her. You don't have to let her... well, touch you. That way, I mean. But that doesn't have to stop you guys from doing a lot of other things. It's very obvious how much she trusts you too. She wants it to be with you. Of course, you shouldn't do anything you don't want to or don't feel comfortable doing, but..."