bubblegum bitch

chapter one

hey! this is my new bubbline fic. um, enjoy, I guess! also, this is an AU where Marceline and Bonnie never dated. 

"Shhhhhoot."

I, being the klutz that I am, dropped the vial of stuff I've been perfecting for the last ten minutes.

I sigh and grab all my supplies to move to a different lab table. I know it's not worth it to clean that up, since I'm probably going to drop at least two more before I'll be finished.

I sigh again and get to work. I've just finished, holding the corked vial up to the light to check the color, when I feel a cold hand touch my wrist and hear a soft, husky voice say in my ear, "Maybe someone else should hold that. Wouldn't want you to drop another one." The vial slid from my hand. I see it held between two long gray fingers, just turning visible.

My breath catches in my throat. "Marceline..." I whisper.

She chuckles, and I turn around, trying to push her away from me. She just presses closer against me, holding the vial between us.

"Don't worry, Princess, I got it."

Her slow, soft voice sends shivers down my spine.

I frown at her. "Marceline, give it back."

She smirks at me.

"Make me."

I growl, making her smile wider. I grab for the vial, but she darts back, pulling it out of reach. I step forward, but she's already moved.

I'm looking around, trying to see where she is, when I feel a cold finger touch my neck, and I whirl around.

She knocks me to the ground, cushioning my landing with her arms and legs around me.

I gasp, trying to catch my breath, looking up at her angrily. She just laughs, smiling my favorite smile. The one that looks too big for her face and shows her fangs in all their glory.

It takes me a minute to realize that she's straddling my hips, her right arm braced against the floor, her, left hand still holding the vial. She hasn't spilled a drop. And her face is very close to mine.

I quickly become aware that I am tremendously flushed.

She leans closer, until out faces are only inches apart, and I'm frozen.

Her head slowly moves to the side, that smile still playing on those lips.

Her mouth is right by my ear. I can feel her lips brush it and her hot breath caress it as she speaks.

"You should be more careful, Bonnibel. It's hard to resist when you get all cute and flustered like this."

Her mouth lingers, but she finally pulls back, the corner of her mouth twitching.

I realize that I haven't been breathing, and quickly inhale. Unfortunately, that only brings in her scent: cinnamon and red.

When I don't say anything, she smirks. "We're going to a party tonight. Six."

I frown at her. "Marceline, you know I don't--"

She cuts me off. "Do parties, yeah, I know. But it's a good experience. This way, at least you'll know for absolute certain that you hate it." She smirked.

"Marceline--"

"Please, Bonnie. I really want you to go with me."

I study her face, looking for sincerity.

And I find it. In her eyebrows, her nose, her lips. But mostly, in her eyes.

I sigh. "Fine."

She grins. "I swear I'll make sure you have fun."

I smile at her, grudgingly. I know she really cares about me. Somehow. I have no idea how I ended up with her as my best friend.

Not that I'm complaining.

She sets the beaker down and tries to get up, apparently forgetting that she can float.

She sets her hands on either side of my head and tries unsuccessfully to push herself up. In the process, her face comes unbearably close to mine, so close that our noses brush and I can feel her breathe directly onto my lips. So I can definitely tell when it speeds up and her face flushes.

We're trapped there for a moment, just looking at each other and blushing, until I set my hands on her hips and she gasps, surprised.

I smile. "I push up and you push down?"

She takes a deep breath and nods.

I press up, pushing her hips up as she tries again. This time it works, and she stands shakily, before reaching down for my hands and pulling me up.

We stand there, grinning like fools at each other, our hands still locked between us.

"So," she finally says. "Shall we go get ready?"