I love it how she innocently loses herself in my presence with those candy-pink eyes of hers. They're so youthful, yet they hold a degree of maturity and empathy. We just do this sometimes; Just staring. Right now, we're on her bed. It certainly is fit for a royal, as I can feel myself sinking, although I can prevent this. But I don't want to have to work at floating anymore, I just want to admire the beauty beside me. She's invited people over for a slumber party, as she told Peppermint Butler, when in actuality she just wanted a mediocre excuse to have me spend the night. Bonnibel sucks on her bottom lip and, embarrassed, looks at her lap.

"...Sorry. You're just… Beautiful." She turns her head a bit, and on top of her already pink-hued skin, I see her cheeks flooding with blush. I take her hand in mine and play with her fingers through the wool of her sweater. She brings her other hand to her mouth and nibbles on the hem of her sleeve, eliciting a blush from myself. She looks back down at our hands in contact, her soft curls of rosy hair falling down to her lap. I giggle nervously.

"You're not too bad yourself," I replied, and she drew her and my hands up to her face, nuzzling a bit, and kissed my skin tenderly, letting it linger for a bit. She positions me on herself so as to grip her shoulder, and I move the other up myself. Mere inches away, she rests her head gently on my bare shoulder, and we rock subtly in unison. I feel her hot breath on my neck, obtaining a sigh and goosebumps traveling down my back from it.

"I love holding you like this. It's all I've wanted for a long time." She allows her arms to venture down my back, resting on my hips. I wrap mine loosely, yet emotionally tightly, around her neck. I rest my head on her shoulder, looking dreamily into her candy eyes.

"What do you think the others will do?" She unhurriedly moves her head from my support and bites her lip.

"About what, Marcy?" She settles back, moving a little closer. Our hips rub oh-so-lightly, and my heart flusters, the shock running down, deep down in my core.

"...Us. Gays aren't completely accepted. Not yet, at least." We both move this time, maroon eyes meeting magenta. I tremble, as does she. "...A-And plus, you have all of those frantic candy people you'll have to deal with and…"

"They're going to have to get over it." We tighten our embrace, my arms slithering to grasp her just under her breasts, which sweep gently over mine. Her pink, fluffy sweater presses lovingly against my grey tank. Our knees clumsily clank together, and the softness of her mattress isn't helping to sturdy us. We remain like this for awhile, again; just gazing.

"...Bonnie?" She snaps back into reality, looking nervously into her lap, blushing an even deeper red. I snake one of my arms around to tilt her chin up, and her eyes don't meet mine this time. Instead, she pans down my face, stopping hesitantly at my lips and licking hers suggestively.

She tilts her head just barely toward my ear and eagerly, seductively, yet lovingly states, "I want you so badly."

At this, I tilt my head, and our lips touch slightly. She moves minimally, distributing feathery, gentle kisses on my lips. I daringly graze her lower lip with my forked tongue, and she responds by deepening the kiss a bit, parting her lips slightly, and we rhythmically kiss one another. I draw her lower lip into my mouth, earning a sharp breath and a moan, quiet but promising. This clues me to release her, and I part my lips, testing her with my tongue again. Our tongues meet and sweep one another. She tastes of sugary bubblegum, something I was hoping for.

She lifts up my camisole to just above my navel, and she steadies me as I stroke her hair slowly and lovingly. She scrapes her stiletto nails gingerly up my sides, and I release an elongated sigh of approval. She explores my sides, hips, back- anything reachable from her perspective. I rock into her body, our hips softly grinding. I feel my sex moisten with every shift, my back arching in premature pleasure.

I administer a trail of feathery kisses along her jawline and to her neck, stopping to latch onto her and apply just a tad bit of suction, to which she tightens her grip on me and her breathing pace quickens. I bite down, just enough to leave a little red mark, and she gasps, lifting me up slightly and causing me to get a better leverage to softly press her back to the mattress. I straddle her hips and resume.

I advance down the rest of her neck, leaving a line of saliva as my tongue ventures to her collarbone. I remain here and suck. She lets out a deep, lusty moan and begins to lift off my shirt. We part for a few agonizing seconds as she lifts the shirt off of me, and I follow up by doing the same to her. After I remove her sweater, I can't help but smile at the fact that the band tee that I gave to her, forever ago, mind you, is underneath. I remove that, too.

Her breasts are less developed than mine. She's smaller and perkier than me, and I like that about her. I take a second to observe the gorgeous mounds of flesh before my eyes and she does the same. I resume my action by kissing from her collarbone down to her chest, traveling down to her cleavage, and then pausing to blow my breath over her deep pink nipples, causing them to become more erect. She gasps, her breath caught in her throat as I cup one of her breasts and knead it, slowly and lightly at first, and draw the other nipple into my mouth. She tenses and groans again; almost a growl. It only arouses me more. I can feel myself practically dripping above her.

"Ah… Yes,..." I suckle earnestly, gaining more and more moans as I continue toying with her. "More…" She rakes her nails up to my own full and waiting breasts and cups them with her smooth, silky hands, causing me to tingle all the way down to my lower lips. She tweaks my deep grey nipples knowingly, going at the pace I am.

I moan around her. She shudders. I'm perfectly content at this point to just tease her, but her increasing, deepening moans and groans suggest otherwise. She squeezes me harder, causing me to rub myself harder onto her.

"Ang… More, please…" Her voice trembles in short, concentrated gasps, and I oblige. I transfer to the other breast, and she continues teasing me as she gasps. I move my hand down from her breast to her stomach, stracing her navel before cupping my hand around her and feeling her. Her juices seem to have already seeped through her pants. I play with her through them. "M-Marcy… Don't stop…"

I massage one of her breasts as I play with her through her clothes, rubbing in agonizingly slow circles. Her breath catches in her throat, releasing in powerful spurts. She gasps longingly on every upstroke and removes one of her hands from my breasts to guide my hand, causing me to rub firmer and firmer. "Y-Yes!... More…"

I guide her hand back to my breast and yelp as she pinches one of my nipples. It hurts at first, but then she lovingly rubs me, and I tingle with arousal. I begin to distribute delicate kisses down her chest, below her stomach, and apply suction to her lower stomach as I proceed to remove her silky pajama pants. She submissively wiggles out of them, and I discard them across the room; they're quickly forgotten as I kiss lower, lower, lower; until I shift to her inner thighs.

I steady her hips, my hands firmly, yet gently gripping her sides as I taunt her, kissing around her thighs, coming in closer and closer to her dripping core. She rocks into my ministrations to her trembling skin. She runs hesitant fingers through my inky, black hair, attempting to push me closer. "M-Marcy… I…"

"Bonnie? What is it?" I halt completely, teasing her by elongating every word seductively.

"Gl-lob, Marcy… M-make me…" She winces in anticipation, panting so hard that she is unable to finish her sentences.

"...you want me finish what I have started?" I make a point to show off just a little bit of my protruding fangs.

"P-Please, I need it…. So badly…" I flash a seductive grin and strengthen my grasp on her hips as she plays with my hair, a bit firmly this time. She tries to push me closer, and I oblige by biting her underwear tauntingly, and she gasps harshly as I just barely brush her skin underneath. She growls, anticipating the release she so badly desires.

I remove my hands from her sides to slide her underpants off. She's already so wet. I lower my head to her, lightly kissing at first, and then tentatively letting my tongue just brush her throbbing skin.

"Mm...Yes, p-please…" She groans at my teasing, getting more and more frustrated as I continue.

And then I finally submit to her pleas. I take her into my mouth, suckling gently and flicking the nub occasionally. She writhes under me, her hips bucking forward into my tongue on every upstroke. She tries pushing my head deeper into her, but I'm not letting her have it yet. I suck and rock into her rhythmically, causing her to moan loud, elongated, lustful moans.

"M-Marceline…. Faster… H-harder..." I take a moment to remove my mouth, tasting her sweet nectar on my lips, and I rub her down a bit before slipping two slender fingers into her entrance, eliciting a growl from her. She pushes herself onto me harder, causing my fingers to plunge deeper into her. She bucks her hips against my fingers as I pump in and out of her easily with all of her juices providing lubrication. She leaves her mouth hung open slightly, her eyes partly closed in pure bliss as she rides my fingers. Her back arches in pleasure. "Oh, my glob…"

I slow down a bit, tormentingly grinning from above her. The sudden stop shocks her, and she groans again. From my angle, I can entertain her nether regions while still being able to attend her lips. I slither up, straddling her with my face just inches from hers.

"Please… Let me t-taste your lips..." I kiss her passionately and deeply with slight tongue, and she grunts into my mouth as I continue my administrations. I break the kiss to go back to what I was doing. I slow my pace again, licking my lips and looking for approval.

"Please… Make me come…." I respond and close my lips around her again, causing her to cry out in pleasure as she rocks and bucks violently. Bubblegum is usually so authoritative and takes leadership, so it turns me on so much to see her begging for me like this. She rides my fingers with fervor, aching for release.

"O-Oh my…. GLOB..." Her muscles tense around my fingers as her hips buck onto me, her juices dripping down my fingers as she has her release.

"...Fuck." Hearing her swearing is rare. The bitter tinge of the sound rolling off her lips is oddly satisfying. She draws out the "F", her voice cracking and whimpers escaping as she comes.

I don't let her stop as I continue to pump in and out, to which she twitches and writhes. I rub her down and lap up her fluids so it's not such a shock when I stop, and she lays back blissfully as she enjoys the post-coital pleasure. When I've got most of it up, I appreciate her taste on my lips. She then pulls me up, engaging me in a passionate and heated kiss.

Just as I go down again, she lifts me up. "Nuh-uh. I want… I want to taste you…"

We gently shift on her bed so she's straddling me, the air smelling of her and my liquids. Thank Glob nobody else showed up, and I still hope to Glob nobody decides to walk in, or we'd be in some deep, deep water; And plus… I need her so badly right now.

She provides attention to my breasts, kneading one and suckling the other, and I bite my lip to stifle any moans that threaten to escape my lips. Her hands skillfully massage and caress me, and her tongue is so silky and smooth. Her hair brushes my sides as she kisses down my abdomen, as I did with her. She stops just above my pants and looks up and me with desperate eyes.

"Glob, Bonnie…" She removes my pants, and I twitch in desire as she rubs me through my underwear, nipping at my inner thighs gently. She bites the fabric, causing me to writhe in anticipation under her, and we split for another few agonizing seconds as she removes my garment.

I bite down on my lip; hard. She begins to flick her tongue across the tip of my swollen, throbbing nub, and I won't let myself make a sound. I'm dripping; silently begging for her to give me release. She halts all activity and comes up to my face. "I want to hear you…"

She slithers down again, and I tremble as she blows cool air over my dripping body. I become passive and let myself go, moaning and grunting as she closes her mouth around me, suckling and flicking and licking me. I curse every so-often, needing; wanting. "B-Bonnie, Dear Glob, give it… give it to me...'

She stops to slide two well-lubricated fingers inside of me, and I growl as she slowly pushes in deeper. She pumps in and out of me, and I buck my hips into her penetration, pushing myself deeper on to her. I open my legs even more, wrapping them around her as she slows down. "B-Bonnie… W-Why did you…"

She closes her lips around me again, teasing me with her slow pace. She suckles and applies more suction, pushing me over the edge. She begins to speed up her thrusts as I buck harder and harder into her, trying to push her head harder and stroking her silky, pink hair, which is now curling by the ears with sweat. "B-Bonnie… I'm… I'm about to…"

She quickens her pace and suction, pushing me over as I close around her in pleasure, moaning loudly and throwing my head back, my back arching and hips bucking desperately. She doesn't stop, sending me deep into a second orgasm as my juices dribble out. "FUCK, Bonnie... S-shit..."

I fall back onto the bed when the shock subsides, and she laps up my juices as I pant exhaustingly. When she's satisfied, I can see her pleasuring herself as she leans up to kiss me deeply again, our tongues dancing. I can taste both of us in the kiss, and she continues to rub herself, one hand occupying my own breast. My moans send her over, causing her to moan lustfully into my mouth as she comes. She relaxes and rests her head on my chest, letting the pleasure consume her. I lift her fingers to my mouth and lap up her juices. She smiles up at me, and I caress her hair as she lays on me.

I enjoy making love to Bonnie. Despite having such a huge responsibility, being a princess and all, she's incredibly loyal and dedicated to other matters. She resigns from her leadership to seek comfort from, and to give it, to me.

I love everything about her. Her silky locks of pink hair, her soft, youthful skin; her small figure. I love kissing her, and the way she moves slowly and sensually. I love to go down on her- the way she tastes, the way she lovingly strokes my hair, her little moans. In my eyes, she's perfect.

We exhaustingly collapse in one another's embrace, sleeping without difficulty after tonight's activities. I, however, make a point to stay up just minutes longer than her to admire her tired little body. She occasionally adjusts her position, but her arms never leave my waist, and her head never leaves my chest. I hear her whine my name occasionally, and it is so fulfilling. Sappy, but meaningful all the while.