Bonnie's P.O.V.
She had been knocked around pretty bad, but it was nothing I couldn't handle. Once I got to my brothers garage, I set her down on my bed. Although, it wasn't much of a bed, more like a mattress and a thick blanket. She seemed really tired out, because she wasn't taking at all. I grabbed the first aid kit on the wall, and sat down by her.
"Hey, sweetheart, you need to sit up, okay?" I said. I watched her eyes open, and dart around the room. Her arms pushed her up, and she grabbed my shoulders to steady herself. I smiled a bit despite myself, and grabbed some gauze and antiseptic. I untied the bandanna around her neck and set it down. I pulled another one from my pocket and put up to her mouth. She blinked in confusion.
"Trust me." I laughed. She lazily opened her mouth and I set it against her tongue.
"Okay, just bite down." I commanded. She did. I dampened the gauze pad with the antiseptic, and set the bottle aside. I gently dabbed at the wound on Marceline's neck. Her jaw immediately clenched and her eyes shot open. I quickly cleaned the rest, trying to get it over with; her nails were digging into my bare shoulders. I grabbed two large bandages and placed them over the cut. I looked up to smile at her and saw her crying, the bandana still in her mouth. I gently pulled it out and set it aside.
"Hey, it's okay. It's done now." I purred. She didn't look up. I leaned forward and gently pressed my lips to her forehead. She visibly stiffened.
"You did good, Marce." I praised. I lifted her head with my hand, but she still wouldn't look at me.
"Look up here, baby." I asked. She didn't.
"Look up." I demanded. She hesitantly glanced up. Her pale green eyes were wet with tears.
"Marce, stop crying." I said. She sniffed and only started crying harder. I sighed and pulled her against my chest; I could feel her grabbing fistfuls of my tank top. I lifted her up and into the back of my brothers car.
"Shh," I whispered, pressing my lips against her neck, and resting my hand on her sides. Her hands still gripped my shirt, and she had her eyes screwed shut. There was still blood on her face and neck, and her cheeks were wet with tears. I pressed a kiss to her lips, and she instinctively kissed back. I moved my hands upwards but she jerked suddenly and pushed them away.
"Hurts," she chocked out, crying again. I sighed and pulled her shirt back down. I stepped out of the car and shut the door. I could see her crying still, and holding her shirt with clenched fists. I walked over to the freezer and looked for something to use as an ice pack. A bag of frozen peas and some old birthday cake were the only contents. Frozen peas it is. I grabbed the bag and shut the freezer, then headed back to the car. Marceline was still crying. I opened the door and slid next to her. I lifted her shirt again, and she tried to protest. I softly kissed her neck and whispered shushing sounds in her ear. The shirt was pulled off and set by our stomachs. I set the peas on the large bruise on her side and moved closer to her.
"Too cold!" She said, pushing me away. I reached for her shirt and set it in front of the peas.
"That's much better." She sighed. At least she was talking now. I wrapped my arms around her, and set my forehead against hers.
"I'm sorry that happened." I said.
"Pft, I scared them off, who cares?" She grunted. I rolled my eyes, and kissed her nose.
"Bonnie... Why are you acting like this?" She questioned, her voice shaking.
"What?" The question caught me off guard.
"So gentle and nice." She mumbled.
"I'm.. I don't..."
"Last time, you were so frantic, and... And rough." She whispered. I stared at her in awe.
"... I thought... I thought it was just... I'm always like that with one nighters." I stuttered.
"Is that all I am?" She questioned.
"No! You're... You're different." I said.
"Is that good?" She asked.
"I, I don't know." I growled, becoming agitated.
"Are you always mad?" She asked, her voice breaking. I stared down at her eyes, they were shut again.
"Babe, no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." She roughly slammed her lips against mine, and I pulled her close. I reached down and moved the peas, then moved myself against her skin. We wasted the night in the car, making a mess of ourselves and the seats.
