Marceline | willow smith

think

On the drive back home, Willow's mind is consumed with thoughts of Marceline. She can't shake the feeling of wanting to know more about her, to unravel the mysteries behind her captivating presence. Determined to take the next step, Willow pulls out her phone and sends a text to Marceline.

"When do you get off?" Willow's message reads.

Marceline's response comes swiftly, as if she's been eagerly anticipating Willow's message. "5.. Wyd," she replies.

"About to smoke again.. And nap but I'll be waiting outside of Starbucks for you at 4:50," Willow texts back.

"Aww, look at you being nice," Marceline teases in response.

Willow smiles to herself, feeling a sense of excitement building within her. This could be the beginning of something special.

As Marceline waits outside Starbucks, Willow's mind races with anticipation. Finally, it's time to take the next step. She approaches Marceline with a warm smile.

"Hey," Willow says, her excitement palpable. "I was actually thinking, would you like to come over ? We could hang out i'll order pizza " willow continues

Marceline's eyes light up with enthusiasm. "Damn you must really like me "

Willow's heart flutters at Marceline's eager response. "For some reason i do" she says, leading the way back to her apartment.

Marceline responds " why "

Willow smiles, feeling a sense of warmth at Marceline's question. "Honestly, there's just something about you," she admits, her gaze meeting Marceline's. "You're different, in a really good way. I feel like we connect, you know?"

Marceline's expression softens, touched by Willow's words. "I feel it too," she says quietly, a hint of vulnerability in her voice.

As they walk towards Willow's apartment, a comfortable silence settles between them

As Marceline steps into Willow's bedroom, she's greeted by the familiar scent of raspberry and weed, enveloping her in a comforting haze. She marvels at the ethereal beauty of the room—the soft glow of fairy lights casting a warm ambiance over the space, the lush green vines cascading down the walls, and the spiritual posters adorning the room, each telling a story of its own. The sight of Willow's purple silk sheets invites her in, promising a sense of serenity and comfort.

Marceline's gaze shifts to Willow, who stands before her, her locs framing her perfect face in an aura of effortless beauty. For a moment, Marceline finds herself captivated by Willow's presence, her heart fluttering with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

"Well, what do you want to do first?" Willow breaks the silence, her voice soft yet filled with anticipation.

Marceline hesitates for a moment, feeling a rush of emotions coursing through her. "Whatever," she responds, her voice barely above a whisper.

"That's not a good enough answer, mama," Willow teases, taking a seat on the bed and patting the space beside her.

Marceline smiles, feeling a sense of comfort in Willow's playful demeanor. "Hmm, how about we smoke?" she suggests, a hint of excitement creeping into her voice.

Willow's eyes light up at the suggestion. "I like the way you think," she says, reaching for her stash.

As they share a joint, the room fills with a sense of intimacy and warmth. In this moment, surrounded by the comforting embrace of Willow's presence, Marceline knows that whatever they choose to do next, it will be nothing short of magical.

As they're onto there second blunt marceline and willow are sitting next to each other at this point "I need to know more about you," Willow says, passing the blunt to Marceline.

"Ehhh, I don't have much of a story," Marceline responds nonchalantly.

Willow studies Marceline with a hint of concern. "Impossible. Everyone has a story," she insists.

Marceline takes a puff from the blunt, her expression troubled. "Well, when you're ready, tell me," she says softly.

In her thoughts, Willow considers reaching out to comfort Marceline, but her hand ends up on her thigh instead. "I'm sorry," Willow says quickly, retracting her hand.

Marceline smiles, her eyes softening. "You're fine. I liked it," she reassures Willow, her smile warm and genuine. She then passes the blunt back to Willow, but to her surprise, Marceline unexpectedly runs her hand through Willow's locs, a gesture filled with intimacy and tenderness.

Willow's heart skips a beat at the unexpected touch, feeling a rush of warmth flood her chest.

As their eyes meet, a moment of unspoken connection passes between Willow and Marceline. In the soft glow of the room, the tension between them is palpable, their hearts beating in rhythm with the gentle sway of their breaths.

Without a word, Willow leans in slowly, her gaze locked with Marceline's. Marceline's breath catches in her throat as she feels Willow's lips brush against hers, soft and warm. A surge of electricity courses through her veins as their lips meet in a tender, hesitant kiss.

Time seems to stand still as they linger in the embrace, lost in the sweetness of the moment. The taste of raspberries and weed lingers on their lips, a reminder of the intimacy they've shared.

As they pull away, their eyes meet once more, filled with a newfound understanding and desire. In that moment, Willow and Marceline realize that this kiss is just the beginning of a journey filled with passion, love, and endless possibilities.