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"I'm tired," Bonnie blinked at her unfinished essay, staring at the little blinking text cursor. "But I don't like leaving things unfinished."

"I don't get how you're already working on that literature paper," Marceline glanced over at her from where she was sprawled out on Bonnie's bed, ukulele in hand. She'd brought a sleek black ukulele over and had been playing soft little melodies as Bonnie worked. "We literally got it set today. And it's not due in for another two weeks."

"So I assume you'll start working on it in a week and six days," Bonnie rolled her eyes, still staring at her laptop screen, "I like to get at least a solid first draft done in advance, and then I can distance myself from it and read it more critically later."

Marceline frowned at her, and Bonnie could tell she thought that was overkill. "Well, you were right when you said I won't be starting on it until the night before. I work better under pressure."

Bonnie snorted. "Have you ever allowed yourself to work not under pressure?"

"No comment," Marceline flashed a toothy, sheepish grin, "Seriously, though, save it and work on it tomorrow if you're tired. I want cuddles."

Admittedly, cuddling with Marceline was a very tempting alternative. She looked longingly at the word count, because she only needed one more paragraph and had the points laid out in her plan. If she worked hard, she could get it all written tonight, and maybe even start on that science work they'd been set too. But she knew what happened when she let herself spiral, so she saved the document and closed the lid of her laptop, joining Marceline on the bed.

She laid back against her pillows, and Marceline laid horizontally, her head rested on Bonnie's stomach and her ukulele held up to her chest. Her legs were hanging off the side of Bonnie's little bed, but she seemed comfortable enough.

Bonnie smiled, and like always, her hand gravitated to playing with Marceline's hair. "Hi."

"Hey," Marceline smiled up at her, green eyes sparkling, "you seem happy to be back with tons of schoolwork to do."

Bonnie hummed, partially in confirmation. "I'm happy for a multitude of reasons. That's one of them, but my very beautiful girlfriend is the top of the list."

"Oh, damn, Bon," Marceline laughed, "stop flirting with me, dork. I'm not into you like that."

"Sure you aren't," Bonnie said, peppering her words with sarcasm, "You totally weren't begging me for cuddles five minutes ago."

"Okay, I didn't beg," Marceline scoffed, "I just... let you know I was in the mood."

"Nothing new there, then," Bonnie commented, and Marceline just blushed in a silent confirmation of what she'd said. "I think it's cute that you like being held so much. I would never have expected it from you, at least not until I realised how much of a marshmallow you really are. Hah, I should call you Marshmeline."

Marceline let out a loud groan that half sounded like a no. "Nope, no way. Call me that and I'll break up with you."

Bonnie laughed, "Oh, so you can go around calling me princess and brainlord, but I can't give you an annoying nickname? You've got the authority on all of those?"

"Mhm, that's how this works, Bon-Bon," Marceline said, "I annoy you, you put up with it."

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "At the risk of you breaking up with me, I'll put the Marshmeline thing on the back burner."

"Good," Marceline stuck her tongue out and strummed a couple of chords, "because I would've been out of that door at like, superspeed."

Bonnie hummed as she plucked the strings on her ukulele, "I love that you've been keeping your power of superspeed from me this entire time."

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