Bittersweet - Bubbline AU

Chapter Twenty - I Could Lie

Hello, little angels!

Have you recovered from the previous chapter? I hope y'all have some tissues left for this one too :P

Now settle in a corner with a blanket and hug a pillow, it will be necessary.

Good reading!

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Not that she had much experience there, but she was starting to learn what she liked and what she didn't like. And that hand over her mouth, preventing it from making a noise, was definitely something she didn't like at all.

"Be quiet" - Marceline's voice sounded hoarse and heavy in her ear, which did not help at all in the work almost impossible to be silent "My mom will hear you if you keep moaning like that."

She would have used some remnant of logical thinking to respond acidly, but just then Marceline's fingertips curved inside her, hitting the right spot, so her only response was to roll her eyes and moan again.

"Holy shit, Bonnibel" - she muttered, a little impatiently. Her mother wasn't going to be happy to find the girl there. Not that she didn't like Bonnie - in fact, she adored the girl - but Marceline doubted that her mother would enjoy the fact that the girl was naked in her bed. At four in the morning.

In her unkind way, Marceline knelt on the bed, turned the other on her stomach and pulled her hips up, until she was partially supported on her knees.

"Stick your face in the pillow and don't. Be. Noisy. Got it?" - whispered Marceline, half irritated, half playful.

"Okay."

Bonnibel was not complaining about the new position at all. Not even the girl's strong fingers inside her. Much less the slap she ended up getting on her ass.

Marceline was only satisfied when she felt the other's body tremble, her legs falling back on the bed, her breathing fast.

When Bonnibel turned back to face Marceline, it was another woman who was there. Her hand was now caring, brushing the pink strands away from her face, a caress on her cheek.

"You're fine, Bon?"

"Yes" - she said softly, her voice dragged.

"Want some water?"

"Yup."

Marceline got up, going to get a bottle of water from the small fridge. Bonnibel turned her head to the side, just enough to be able to look at her ass.

Not satisfied, they decided to go for a shower together. What ended up with Marceline on her knees on the floor, her face between Bonnibel's legs, who returned to bed half an hour later, braiding her legs.

That was the part that Bonnibel took easily. While she and Marceline were in the action, she could just focus on that, forget about the rest of the universe, stay in that little world inside her head.

The problem was afterwards. When Marceline would bring a warm blanket, checking if she was not hungry, thirsty or cold. When Marceline laid down next to her, with head over Bonnie's breast and hugging her, that satisfied look on her face. It was when Marceline gave her a peck and a kiss on the tip of her nose, said "good night, princess", and snuggled up to her, miraculously falling asleep.

It was at that moment that Bonnibel just wanted to die. Because that loving contact only made her sink deeper, wanted something more that she knew she couldn't have.

She would smell her shampoo, hug Marceline and stay there, half awake, her chest tight. So close, yet so far from what she wanted to have.

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