A/N: This is where I post all of my little drabbles that aren't quite over 300 words. No sense in making a "New Story" each time. They'll be short, sweet, and to the point, usually. Enjoy!

Against her lips, red was satisfying. Against her tongue, red was delicious. It felt about as good as a smooth beat and a sweet melody that sang from her bass without too much effort. It fulfilled her needs. The deeper the red, the more tantalizing it was to her taste buds, every shade a different kind of flavor.

It always pleased her, nourished her, tempted her... until now.

There was another taste Marceline craved; she found her mouth watering at the sight of it. It was sweet against her tongue, soft against her lips and she found herself satisfied with each touch of it while still longing for more, unable to overindulge, unable to have enough.

It was a very specific shade, a very rare shade; one that she did not desire to drink, instead only to feel, to grasp it, to let it cover her. It fulfilled her in ways no red had ever done, and yet it left her eager for more.

And it belonged to Princess Bonnibel Bubblegum. It was the color that kissed her skin and there was no other shade in Ooo like it. Marceline had dared to call it "low grade" once before, and while it was certainly within the spectrum of red, it was more pleasing to her senses than any other hue she'd come across.

Despite the teasing threat to drink it, Marceline was quite content to place light kisses across Bonni's skin, feeling the pink against her lips and letting it fill her ears in the sound of a ticklish giggle. She was content to taste the pink neckline that shivered under her touch. It was more than enough and it was never enough.

It was alluring; it was rich.

It was better than red.

A/N: Thanks for reading!