9:42 AM
Bonnie's POV
Bonnie had been awake for a while, watching Marceline sleep. Her lovely vampire was beautiful. Even with a bed head and tired eyes, Bonnibel knew that nobody would ever take her breath away as Marceline did.
Marceline released the most adorable sigh Bonnie had ever heard, and the princess couldn't resist anymore. She touched her best friend's face softly, with just the tips of her fingers. Her throat was tight. She lightly ran her thumb under Marcy's eye, trying not to wake the vampire.
Marceline snuggled up closer to Bonnie, curling up in the circle of the pink girl's arms. Bonnie kissed the top of the vampire's head, letting her lips linger. She took in the scent of her hair: peppermint, with a hint of honey.
The princess sighed against the girl's black hair, closing her eyes. She sometimes felt that she was being overwhelmed by beauty.
Marceline's POV
The vampire woke slowly, trying to savor the wonderful dream. She wished it was true, that she had stayed with her princess overnight. She didn't want to open her eyes.
She sighed and said softly, "Bonnie..."
She felt movement beside her and turned, startled, to see Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum.
Bonnie's POV
When she felt Marceline waking up, Bonnibel quickly moved back into her own space, not wanting to startle the vampire.
But then, her greatest and only love whispered her name. "Bonnie..."
She twitched in shock, pulling back from Marceline to get a better look at the girl. She saw sadness, and... longing? And now fear, and doubt, as she turned to see the princess looking at her.
Marceline's POV
"Bonnie? I, um. I didn't think last night was... real?" Marceline looked away, embarrassed.
"I, um, Bonnibel, maybe you can... forget that? I'm sorry, I..." Marcy sighed. She knew she was just making it worse.
But her princess smiled at her, scooting closer. Marceline hesitated, then curled up against Bonnie, pressing her face to the pink girl's neck, breathing in her scent: bubblegum, of course.
Marcy smiled against her neck.
Bonnie's POV
Bonnibel felt the vampire breathing against her neck. The girls' arms were around each other, bodies pressed together.
Bonnie pulled away slightly, touching Marceline's face. She caressed the pale girl's chin softly, and sighed. She looked in the vampire's eyes, silently asking for permission. Those crimson eyes looked as nervous as she felt, but she knew what they were telling her: It's all right.
She leaned a bit closer, feeling Marceline's warmth against her own.
And then the door to her chambers burst open.
-A
