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Waking up in Bonnibel's arms had to be among the top three best sensations in the world.

(The second was the way an instrument felt in her hands, and the first was what she expected kissing Bonnie would be like. She was still waiting for the confirmation of that one, though.)

She kept her eyes closed, just savouring the feeling for a while. Bonnie was awake, if the fingers combing gently through her hair were any indication. She could hear the occasional flip of a page in her book and wondered what time it was, but she knew that if she opened her eyes, Bonnie would probably make her get up. It was nice to lay there with her as she read, feeling the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed and hearing the constant drum of her heartbeat against Marceline's ear. Plus, she really liked the way Bonnie was playing with her hair. She felt safe, secure, and wished she could wake up like this every day.

She must've moved, or her breathing must've changed, because Bonnie chuckled and murmured, "I know you're awake."

"You have no proof," Marceline mumbled into her shoulder, essentially giving herself away. She yawned, her grip on Bonnie's t-shirt tightening. She really didn't want to move. "Five more minutes, Bon."

"Okay, sleepyhead," Bonnie's fingers resumed their soft combing through her hair. "But we do have to get up soon, it's nearly ten."

She almost wanted to say forget spending the day in the city, just hold me, but she had plans and she knew that once Bonnie knew what they were, they'd be important to her. They were important to Marceline too, even though she didn't particularly have an interest in the thing she had planned. But Bonnie did, and Marceline definitely had an interest in seeing her happy.

"I'm not going to go back to sleep," Marceline yawned again despite what she'd said, and she still hadn't opened her eyes, "I just want to cuddle with you for a little while."

Marceline felt the gentle thrum of Bonnie's laughter in her chest. She moved her head slightly, so she could hear her heart again. "I wish I'd gotten that on some kind of recording. Nobody would ever find you intimidating again."

Marceline just hummed. She was too sleepy to bother with sarcasm. When she didn't reply, Bonnie kissed the top of her head and said, "Okay. I'm going to read one more chapter, and then we'll get up. Deal?"

"Okay," Marceline murmured, shifting her position slightly. There was a sharp ache of protest from her rib, but when Bonnie was pressed up against her and running her fingers through her hair, it was hard to care about a little bit of pain. "You're really comfy."

"You're not, you big lump," Bonnie teased her, but her hand moved from her hair to gently grip her waist, "That was a joke, before you get all grumpy and roll over. I slept really well. I think we've got a pretty good arrangement, me cuddling you and you cuddling Hambo."

"Mhm," Marceline replied, and nudged Bonnie's hand with her elbow, "play with my hair again."

"Someone's feeling needy," Bonnie commented, but she did as she was requested, and Marceline sighed contently. "Serious question, have you ever actually had a haircut before?"

Despite the preface, Marceline knew she was joking. She laughed quietly and nodded. "It just grows really fast. I had it really short a few years ago. It was after my angsty phase where I had a shaved side and I was growing it out, so I cut the rest off to even it out."

Bonnie snorted with laughter. "Your whole life is an angsty phase."

Marceline finally opened her eyes, purely to send Bonnie a mock glare. It didn't last long, though; it was like she couldn't look at Bonnie without smiling. Couldn't even think about Bonnie without smiling, most of the time. "Shut up, nerd."