Bittersweet - Bubbline AU

Chapter Twenty Two - Ascension To The Throne

From her neck, she ran her collarbone, from side to side, and back to the center, from where she traced a straight line to the space between her breasts. The face went to one side, the hand to the opposite side, then she reversed the positions.  She stayed there for a while, one nipple between her lips and under her tongue, the other stuck between her forefinger and thumb, until Bonnibel's twitching below told her to continue on her way.

Then she went down Bonnie's belly, dragging her lips close to her waist, where she knew it made the girl shiver. Kept going on. A kiss at the beginning of paradise, but as always her face turned to the side, to the inside of her thighs.

It was that whining of Bonnibel that she loved. It was that movement of the hips, asking for friction, attention, anything that would free her from that agony, that made Marceline love every second of it.

"C'mon, Marcy..."

"What?" - she asked, now with one hand resting on her chin, the other playing with her entrance, a finger that promised to enter and never did.

"Can you actually do something?"

"Something as...?"

Marceline had to suppress a laugh when Bonnibel snorted in frustration.

"I will not beg, you egomaniac."

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I can stay here all night."

Bonnibel snorted again, but ended up laughing. Marceline returned to kissing the surroundings of her intimacy, all around, but never the place where Bonnibel needed it.

The girl raised her head slightly, her eyes heavy on Marceline. The other looked back at her, her face inches from where she should have been, and smiled. Bonnibel narrowed her eyes.

She had gotten already a little more experienced, and a little more daring.

She held Marceline by the hair, which made the girl make a sound of surprise. The eyes widened at Bonnibel. Bonnibel's hand didn't pull hard, just kept her head towards Bonnie's lustful gaze.

"I'm not going to ask, Marceline. I'm just going to... kindly show you what you have to do. Okay?"

"O-okay."

Marceline totally lost her composure at that moment. At first, when she felt the girl's hand there, she thought she was going to freak out again. Marceline didn't had a good experience with hair pulling.

But that look on Bonnie's face... It was half desire, but half a request. Could she do that? Could she do that kind of thing?

It wasn't control over Marceline that she wanted, but over the game. Over the pacing of it. But she would never go beyond what was allowed.

So when Marceline's face finally fit between her legs, and Bonnibel went down to guide her through the hair on the path she wanted Marcy to follow, there were no protests. Gradually, walls were being demolished.

But she didn't have to keep it up for long, because it was the sounds that escaped her lips that made Marceline get excited about what she was doing.

When she started to feel her body hot, the first finger came. Now Marceline's mouth was on her neck again, down to her collarbone, her breasts, and all the way back.

Marceline lifted her head slightly, watching her face. She still didn't had enough strength to deal with that scene: her pink hair strewn across the pillow, her eyes closed, her lips parted, her chest moving according to her fast breathing and the sounds she let out.