A/N: May continue, but there's a small chance. Maybe if I get some good reviews.

"Pleeaaaase, Marceline?"

"Ugh... why?"

"I want to see!"

"Again, why?"

Bubblegum crossed her arms and pouted. "Why not? It's not like I'll ever see you in a dress otherwise."

"I wear dresses." Marceline was floating on her back, drifting slightly to one side.

"Not pink ones."

Marceline moved so her feet were below her, dropping to the ground. "Fine. Just this once."

"Yay~" Of course, Bubblegum had known all along that she's convince Marceline. She always did. Now she scurried to her closet and pulled out the pink dress she'd already picked out. The thin woman carefully lied it on her bed as Marceline drifted over to peer at it.

"Not a half-bad design," she commented.

"Yes. Now, start changing."

"Right here?"

"Right here."

"No privacy for the Vampire Queen?"

Bubblegum sighed and say cross legged on her bed, holding her hands over her eyes. "I won't peek." Yes she would.

She heard the soft rustling of fabric, and, peering through her fingers, saw that the sound was Marceline's shirt being removed. The vampire had turned away, her shoulder blades sharp through her pale gray skin, and her ribs still quite apparent, too, but though these facts were noted by Bubblegum she quickly found herself focused on something else...

Scars, a few of them, crisscrossing across her back, pure white, different shapes and sizes. There was one big one; a long, fairly thin slash diagonal, starting at her right shoulder and ending at her right hip. There were other crescent shaped scars (bit marks), ones that were generally shorter and came in parallel sets of three (claw marks), and circle ones that came in pairs (more bite marks).

Of course, it only took Bubblegum a few seconds to take this all in. And it was a good thing it didn't take long, because just as anyone would be, she was distracted by Marceline slipping her jeans down, off her thighs...

Really? Bubblegum thought as she saw Marceline's underwear choice. A bloody hand print on your butt?

But again, her attention was drawn to white lines. There wasn't a lot on her legs, in fact, only two caught her eyes. One was on the inside of her thigh on her left leg, stretching down to her knee. The other was thicker, more like it was ripped rather than cut, on the same leg but on the back and half the length.

What caused those...?

But now Marceline had moved to turn around, and Bubblegum slid the gap in her fingers closed so the vampire wouldn't know she was peeking. She decided to not peek anymore, instead keeping her eyes closed.

"Done."

Moving her hands away, Bubble took in the sight of the Vampire Queen, her hands planted on her hips, in the strapless pink dress. It was snug on her upper half, but flared out at her hips, flowing around her to the ground like water. Very pink water.

"It's brilliant!" Bubblegum said happily, bouncing of her springy mattress and moving to circle the older woman. As she got to the back, the princess examined the long scar more closely. Then, without thinking, she reached out and drew one finger along it.

Marceline tensed at the touch, arms dropping to her sides as her fungers curled into tight fists. He skin was cold, as expected, but the scar was several degrees cooler.

"...What did that?"

"..."

"Marceline..."

"Bonnibel."

"You can tell me-"

"You can help me get this dress back off. You got what you wanted."

Bubblegum was surprised at how tight, how sharp Marceline's speech was. "Okay," she said quietly, and unzipped the thin silver zipper that went along Marceline's spine.

The vampire changed quietly and quickly, avoiding Bubblegum's gaze.

"Will you please tell me?" Bubblegum asked quietly.

Marceline sighed. "Fights, Bonnibel."

Knowing that was the best answer she'd ever get, Bubblegum looked past Marceline, out the window. "It got dark out," she commented.

Marceline turned. "Yeah... I'd probably better get home."

"Okay, bye, Marcy."

"Later," Marceline said with a soft smile, floating to the window.

"Oh, and Marceline?"

"Yeah?"

"Nice underwear."

Marceline turned sharply, but she didn't stop moving forward and promptly slammed into the side of Bubblegum's window. Hard.

"Looks like you're staying here tonight..." Bubblegum sighed, looking at the only half-conscious vampire that was now sprawled on her floor.