3:25 AM
Marceline's POV
Marceline couldn't breathe. Bonnie was staring at her, and the knew that she had to respond, to address the tears that were rolling down her face. She didn't want to move her hands from Bonnibel's. Her stomach was aflutter with the sweet discomfort of butterflies.
Bonnie pulled a hand away from Marceline's, and reached up to touch the vampire's face.
The princess ran her thumb softly across Marceline's cheek. The pale girl shivered at her touch, trying not to be obvious about her reaction.
When she heard the princess's quiet voice again, she nearly collapsed.
"Marcy? Will you stay? I... I missed you." Bonnibel blushed, and she bit her lip, looking at the vampire hopefully.
Marceline's pale face warmed. "Of course! I mean... yes. Any time, Bonnie."
Her beautiful princess gave her a relieved smile.
Bonnie's POV
Bonnie felt so much. She was relived that Marceline had said yes, though she knew she shouldn't have worried. The vampire had proven herself trustworthy again and again, and the princess knew that she would always be there when it mattered.
She smiled at her best friend and stepped back, sitting on the edge of her bed.
Marceline smiled nervously at the princess, then came to sit beside her.
Bonnibel was suddenly overcome with affection for the pale girl beside her. She knew that there had always been this well of love inside her, the kind of love that she knew she shouldn't feel for a friend. So she had tried to cover that well, and not let anything out. And it usually worked, but now she couldn't control it and the only thing she could do was wrap her arms around Marceline and hold on tight.
Marceline's POV
Marceline didn't comment on the spontaneity, only pulled Bonnie closer and and sighed. She always felt inexplicably safe in her princess's presence.
They sat there for a long time, breathing in each other's scent.
Eventually they let go of each other for a moment, crawling under the covers.
Bonnie turned from Marceline, curling up against the vampire's chest. Marcy slung her arm over Bonnie's waist, and there they slept, legs tangled together.
