Bubbline Smut

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     "You need to fix that door, Marceline." Bonnibel drawled as she walked in.
     "Nahh...It adds to the aesthetic."
     "What aesthetic? The 'I'm too poor to fix my house aesthetic?"
     Bonnibel laughed. She knew that once she said that, Marceline would give her that look she always gives her that basically says 'stop with the attitude or I'll do something about it'.
It's a good look on her though. So much....aggression.
     She likes Bonnibel's sass, and Bonnie knows it.
     "Okay well now that I'm here, what do you want to do?" Bonnie asked, voice a little soft. Her sex drive was one of a rabbit's, and today, for some reason, it was even stronger.  Her toes curled whenever she gazed at Marcy. So many memories of how good she was at making her shake and cry in the sheets. The memory of her dark hair between Bonnie's legs and her sharp-toothed maw sucking and biting her neck.
        Marceline glanced up at her knowingly but kept quiet. A feline smile drew across her mouth.
     They just stopped fighting though. They finally got on good terms. Falling for her again would be risky. Bonnibel tried to distract herself and her friend by rearranging crooked pictures on Marcy's wall.
     As she fixed the last one, she was startled by the Vampire Queen herself. Marceline's face grew dark when she saw the red blushing in her cheeks. Hunger. She wanted Bonnibel too.