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tw for physical abuse in this chapter

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"Pack this."

"Bonnie, I can buy cutlery in L.A." Marceline laughed at the outstretched knives and forks. "They do have stores out there, you know."

"I just... I just want you to be prepared," Bonnie lowered the cutlery in her hands with a sigh, "You never know what you might need."

"Clothes, my instruments, and cold hard cash," Marceline answered easily, and Bonnie wondered how she managed to be so relaxed about everything. "And maybe a few of my favourite books. And Hambo. Duh."

Bonnie frowned. "What about furniture? Bedsheets? And not just cutlery, but crockery?"

"Crockery, funny word," Marceline examined a book and tossed it into a box, "The place we're getting is furnished, and I can buy bedsheets and all the other stuff when I get there. I do want to pack the Xbox, though."

Bonnie finally dumped the cutlery, aware that she wouldn't take it, as Marceline started rooting through her drawers and looking through her t-shirts, pulling an empty box over. "Fine, but don't call me complaining that you're missing things."

Marceline looked up at her with a grin. "I will, and you'll listen to me anyway."

Bonnibel rolled her eyes. "I won't. I'll have the power to hang up on you."

"And you won't use it," Marceline boasted in a sing-song voice, forgetting the box she was working on in favour of pouncing on Bonnie and dotting kisses across her cheeks, knocking her glasses askew, "because you love me."

Bonnie smiled as she tried to dodge the onslaught of kisses. Really, she loved seeing Marceline like this, so happy. "Yuck, get off me."

"Make me," Marceline said, arms snaking around Bonnie's waist, holding her close, "Thought you were supposed to be the boss."

"Your methods of seduction are glaringly obvious and I won't take your bait," Bonnie adjusted her glasses and tapped Marceline on the tip of her nose. "We have serious packing to do. We don't have time for a break."

Marceline pouted at her. "Buzzkill."

Bonnie just laughed. "Later, darling. Once I'm satisfied with your work."

"Aye aye, captain," Marceline let go of her waist to mock salute her, flashing a smirk as she walked back to the box she'd been working on. "You know, I'm going to hold you to that."

"I thought you might," Bonnie answered, joining her as she searched through her t-shirt drawer. She picked up a purple off the shoulder t-shirt and asked, "Hey, can I keep this?"

"More pyjamas?" Marceline laughed. "Sure."

"No, I just like it," Bonnie pulled off the pink t-shirt she was wearing and put the shirt on. With absolutely no shame, she pulled the collar of the shirt up to her nose and took a breath. "Smells like you."

Marceline snorted. "Careful, Bon, I might start to think you have a crush on me or something."

"Or something," Bonnie conceded with a small smile, "Do you want something to drink? I'm going to make a quick cup of tea."

"Yeah, I'll have some tea," Marceline said, and then admitted, "to be honest, I've actually had a few sneaky cups by myself."

Bonnie raised her eyebrows, "Have I brought you over to the right side of the tea vs coffee argument?"

"Nah, I love iced coffee too much," Marceline said, "Wow, I really am just a walking bisexual stereotype, huh? Iced coffee, nose ring, Doc Martens... damn."