The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face

A/N: Another one. Enjoy.

This chapter contains: Swearing, drugs, and angst

Rated M

Marceline x Princess Bubblegum (Eventually)

Summary: The first time ever she saw her face; she saw the sun rise in her eyes. She felt a pull so strong, her heart felt like it might burst out of chest in a bloody mass of veins and muscles. But even that pain couldn't compare to the sudden, surprising pain she felt when she saw that she was distinctly disliked.

Disclaimer: I own zero—zip—nada.

Chapter 11: Piss

The sun rose like a luminous erection sending jizz-beams of light through Marceline's glass doors, firmly honing in on her eyes for a sundrenched cumshot.

The tall girl groaned and flipped onto her belly. She cast a weary look at her alarm clock that had yet to go off. Again, she was up two hours before it was time to wake up. She really needed to get some curtains. Fucking spring.

Flopping to her side, she lifted up her ass and let out a grumbly fart. The brunette wrinkled her nose (that shit was rancid as fuck).

Marceline grumbled as she began to fish for her bowl on the nightstand. After finally securing it, Marceline sat up.

She wasted no time in hitting it, once—twice and a forced third. When Marceline exhaled, the smoke contorted all around her room. She knew Simon wouldn't be up anytime soon what with all the racket he kept up the night prior. Marceline sparked up again.

The rocker had yet to decide what to do about the mandatory parent/teacher conference she had to schedule. Simon was in no way, shape or form able to interact with regular people. He practically lived in a hallucinated world. What she needed was a stand-in guardian.

She exhaled again, this time a thin layer of smoke wafted from her mouth. She leaned over to pack the bowl and sparked it once more.

Running a hand through her long and disheveled locks she sighed, inadvertently letting smoke seep from her nostrils. Today was fucking Monday. Among the other school related things Marceline had scheduled today, the girl also had to manage a household. The electric bill was due today so she had to make time after school to go pay it. Rent would be due in two weeks and somehow Marceline also needed to find the money to go shopping. The teen had been managing finances since 8th grade but had never felt comfortable handling finances.

Spark, inhale—Pause…

Exhale.

Rhythmically, Marceline kept puffing away, pausing only to repack the bowl. She began to feel the heaviness of sleep creep back but she couldn't quite relax all the way. She wasn't just stressed about bills; she had good ol' Bonnibel to look forward to as well tomorrow. No doubt the blonde girl would be pressing her about the parent/teacher conference too. The skinny girl sighed deeply, plumes of smoke jetting around erratically as she breathed out.

And who knew when her next test was in economics? She never failed to skip it at least once a week.

Aggravated, Marceline let out a grunt and took a vigorous hit. However, the hot smoke scalded her lungs as soon as she hit it and caused her to break out into a fit of coughs. Finally after almost choking up an organ, her chest settled. While she felt a little sleepy, she was still extremely stressed out. Huffing, she rolled over to the nightstand again and grabbed a little tablet.

Mashing her finger on the area of the Internet browser labeled "bookmarks", she selected an unlabeled link. It loaded up to reveal two beautiful women greedily kissing each other.

She popped open the stand on the tablet's cover and shoved it onto her nightstand. Rolling to her side once again, Marceline slipped her hand down her loose basketball shorts.

Passing past dark, thin pubes, she wasted no time in working her fingers down her lower set of lips, ghosting her fingers over the ball of nerves at the top.

One of the women depicted was endowed with large breasts and fair skin. The other was dark skinned with a fat, round ass. Marceline's eyes greedily consumed the sight of the darker woman kissing her way down to the core of the other. However, down below, Marceline's fingers continued to dance around her own core. She was waiting patiently.

Finally, the darker woman flicked her tongue out to taste the other woman. Marceline mashed at her quivering bead, going in time with the women's moans. Her hips rolled wantonly as she felt pleasure spiking in the pit of her belly. She could see the wet slits of the women and their moans sounded so sexy…

Marceline squeezed her right nipple with her freehand and sped up her motions down below. The two women were now grinding on each other, their centers meeting in an erotic kiss. Marceline massaged her swollen nub faster and faster…

She felt herself clench for orgasm as her eyes clamped shut. Her mind flashed to Marceline shamelessly grinding her naked core onto Bonnibel's—

The brunette couldn't help but to let out a strangled moan as the waves of her climax quaked through her slim frame. She continued palming her clit, riding out her orgasm. After a few more panting breaths, she relaxed and laid flat on her back. Her eyes were firmly shut. Eventually, her breath returned to an even and slow pace and her mind finally relaxed…

…

When Marceline woke up, she woke up crazy.

Her hand was damn near stapled to her vagina and she had drool trickling down her chin. Lurching to sit up, Marceline hastily checked her alarm clock.

She was 30 minutes late to school.

Hissing, the lanky girl shed all her bedclothes and slipped on a pair of boxers. She ran into her little bathroom. All at once she put on deodorant, brushed her teeth and finger-combed through her wild locks. Settling on her hair, she yanked out and put on her joggers and a t-shirt with a metal band on it that she had never listened to.

Marceline grabbed her backpack and slipped on her pair of black vans. She hustled out her screen door and off to school.

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"So, I dunno what the fuck I'm gonna do about this whole parent/teacher meeting thing." Marceline sighed, running a hand through her hair.

"Why don't your parents just go or somethin'?" Finn inquired as the walked down the hall to his locker. Students were changing classes and swarming all over the place. As a result, Marceline had slipped in seamlessly between first and second period. She was headed to English while Finn was headed to Gym.

"Well… that's—I don't really have parents, per say." She blurted. Her cheeks burned slightly. "I have a guardian and let's just say he isn't the most charming dude." Finn clasped her on the shoulder, eyes crinkled with worry.

"Um, maybe my dad can help? He's a scumbag but he's a smooth talker and he'll do anything for money." Marceline's eyes lit up. She grabbed Finn's shoulders, shaking him back and forth.

"Like, really?"

"Ha-Y-Yes, Marceline, he'll do whatever." The warning bell sounded above them, spurring Finn to march away from Marceline. "Listen, let's meet and talk about a plan and we'll see him."

"I have errands!" Marceline shouted at his back.

A shriek of "text me," was all she heard before he was out of eyesight. She sucked her teeth and turned around to make her way to boring ass English.

To her total surprise, Bonnibel was directly behind her, stern look plastered on her face. Marceline flinched away from the blonde.

"Holy Jehoshaphat woman, woah!" The tall girl's hand was clutching her chest.

"Why are we sneaking up on people?"

"You are late." Bonnibel's arms were crossed, her hip popped up. Something was sort of alluring about the stance but all Marceline really wanted to do is laugh in her face. Perfect-Ass Bonnibel was going to have to realize she'd lost all authority when she smoked illegal-ass marijuana with Bad-Ass Marceline.

"Oh what, we're starting the hall monitor stuff again? Lemme go, Ms. Officer." She smirked as Bonnibel's cheeks warmed into a pink color.

"Your pants aren't on your waist either." Bonnibel's voice was scolding.

"Aw, princess, lemme fix that…" Marceline bent over, facing her butt towards Bonnibel. She hastily dropped her boxers, brandishing the top of her bare white booty. Peering through her legs, she saw Bonnibel's incredulously peeved look and straightened up, cackling. "Oh God, your face—your fucking face, oh my God, imgunnadie…" The prankster was almost blue with amusement. Giggling, she pulled up her boxers and was purposeful in keeping her joggers well below her cheeks.

After regaining some of her composure, Bonnibel said steely, "You also weren't in school this morning."

"Yeah, okay so its 'Pick-On-Marceline Day' today, whatever, can I go now?" She didn't need this girl monitoring her every move like a hawk. The school was doing enough scrutinizing as it was.

"No!" The blonde huffed, crossing her arms. "I spend a lot of my precious free time with you trying to help you and I will not let you throw it away!"

"So what, you actually care about me now?" Marceline's eyes pierced into hers, trying to coax the truth from the flustered blonde's eyes. The blonde's eyes widened and a deep blush coated her cheeks.

Looking away she muttered, "Of course not. I just don't want to waste my time on someone who doesn't deserve it."

When Marceline heard that, any mirth on her face died. For reasons she couldn't explain, her chest tightened and tears pricked at her eyes. Her head dropped, long hair drooping over her face. Desperately, she focused on her breathing. Her face was betraying her and threatening to crumble into an ugly sob.

"Marceline?" It was Bonnibel's feather light voice. Marceline could sense it was full of hesitancy and wariness. Taking another deep breath, she lifted her head and ran her fingers through her bangs to push them out of her vision. She forced her eyes to bore into Bonnibel's blue.

"Well, if you feel like I'm such a waste of time we shouldn't bother meeting up anymore. Thanks for the help." Marceline pushed passed Bonnibel toward the door leading outside. Again, Bonnibel did nothing as Marceline made her way to the utility place.

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Even though it was just Finn coming over to her house, Marceline was anxious.

It was the dead of night so Simon was asleep (thank God) and she was letting Finn in through her sliding glass door to minimize any noise. Her room was also freshly tidied and didn't smell like dried out panties, so everything seemed to be optimal. She'd even bought a fresh dub of loud and rolled a blunt out of the last sack she had. After her shit encounter with Bonnibel-Bitch and a long day of robbing Peter to pay Paul, all Marceline wanted to do was get high and get out of the parent/teacher conference. Seemed easy enough. What could go wrong?

WHAM!

Marceline's eyes snapped up to her window and she saw a wet mark of Finn's face imprinted on the glass. Eyes widening, she realized that Finn was here—and he had tried to walk through the fucking glass. The rocker threw open the door and hoisted Finn up. The stench of liquor hit her nose and she dropped him with a scowl.

"Owieee… why you drop me, bro?" He was loud.

"You're fucking drunk!" She hissed, hesitantly minding her volume. He rolled onto his butt, slowly standing up.

"Noooooo…" She shot him a deadly glare. He gulped and put his hands up in submission. "Okay, yes—yes I have been drinking a teeny, tiny, little bit." Marceline was honestly kind of flabbergasted. She asked the only thing on her mind.

"For what?" Finn took a deep sigh and looked at his shoes.

"Well, my dad was being a total dingdongdingalong to Jake an' I took this," He waved around a vodka bottle in his right hand, "from him an' ran. Told Jake to take off too in case my dad… when he drinks, he drinks a lot y'know? An' he picks on Jake when he gets drunk an' I just can't stand it. I just wanted to get fucked up." Finn sighed when he finished.

Marceline reached out to him and grabbed the bottle from his hand. She drew him in for a sideways hug as she led them back to her room.

"Since you've got it, we might as well finish it right?" She took a large swig and nearly vomited as she swallowed. It was gonna be a long fucking night.

Finally reaching her room, Finn flopped onto the floor. After grabbing the blunt and sparking it, Marceline joined him. Finn was drinking out of the bottle. Drawing in a toke, Marceline spoke.

"So I know your dad's a total dick, but I need him to help me." She passed the blunt to Finn upon exhale and grabbed the bottle from him, drinking.

"Yea, like I said, he'll do whatever for cash."

"How much you think he'd want?" Finn scoffed, blowing smoke into Marceline's face.

"Enough to buy another bottle. No more than 20 bucks." Finn hit it again and passed it to Marceline. She took another burning gulp before she sat the bottle down. Her tummy was warm and her throat was tight. Taking a big hit, she noticed her mouth was beginning to numb.

"Sweet. I'll let ya know when." The liquor and marijuana were mingling in her brain and body. She passed the blunt and grabbed the bottle.

They sat in silence and lost in thought for a while before Marceline had another question. They had been sitting passing the bottle and blunt back and forth between each other for what felt like an hour. By now she was feeling like the heaviest cloud ever in existence and it felt amazing. Marceline grinned at Finn.

"Sooooo, got a girlfriend?" Finn bust into a giggle and Marceline joined him. He shook his head, denying Marceline's accusations. She prodded him,"Whuuut? You like boys now, Finn-Finn?"

"No! I just don' want a girly-friend!"

"And whyyyy not? Girls are great." Marceline challenged, sipping smoke from the blunt animatedly.

"Oh so you's a gaifer-waifer?"

"Yus. A true vagi-tenderoni!" They both cackled madly at each other, smoke blustering all over the room. Once Marceline could catch her breath, she asked, "But why not a girly-goo?"

"Too needy. Plus I dun wanna be like my daddy an' hurt them with tha shit I do." Marceline vaguely registered that they were entering sensitive territory, but she was content to let the conversation wander.

"But you ain't nuffin like that though…"

"How you know tha?" Marceline paused to think, sipping from the bottle.

"You're a good person. Like, I didn't even haff no friends before you started talkin' to me—" Before she could continue, Finn cut her off.

"So wha? All that means is you's a creep." He giggled loudly and Marceline huffed and flipped him off.

"I'm fuckin' serious here. You say ya dad's a bully, ya did the opposites n' made pals with a fuckin' loser." She looked at him directly in his eyes. "You shoulda bullied me like everybody fuckin' else n' ya didn't." He smiled at her.

"Thanks man, means a lot." She almost gagged with how glossy blue his eyes looked in that moment.

"Aww, now don't be gettin' all sappy n' shit." She grabbed the younger boy in a headlock, administering a noogie to the top of his blonde head. He laughed loudly, squirming pointlessly in her long arms. Marceline prodded his soft, kidlike belly until he was snorting for mercy.

"Imgunnapiss, imgunnapiss!" Finn was squealing and kicking like a 3-year-old. He was being really loud and she didn't want him to piss on the floor so naturally Marceline let him go, albeit a bit suddenly, causing the back of his head to slam down on the floor.

To her surprise, he shot right back up and darted to the open sliding door. He stepped just outside the opening and pushed down his pants, revealing his little, round, pink and pert butt cheeks.

Marceline almost died laughing when she heard him cut a squeaky fart before the sound of piss hitting the grass. She did die laughing when she heard him emit a relieved sigh. The pale girl was cackling so hard she was wheezing. Finally, he turned around, rubbing his piss-dick hands through his hair.

"I should find my bro, Marce." She nodded, head lolling in each direction a little longer than usual.

"Yeah, man. Ya gunna forget ya bottle, though."

"Nah. My dad's always got 'em around." He smiled warmly at her. " 'Sides, you might need it after dealin' with him." Marceline smiled back.

"Text me when ya find Jake n' get home, kay?" Finn nodded, slapping his pants pocket.

"Yah, will do." He began to back away. "Go to school tomorrow." Marceline took a fast swig of the liquor and raised the bottle to him in response. Eyes crinkled in childish mirth, he turned away and scampered off into the night.

Marceline rolled forward from her butt to her hands and knees. She chuckled to herself; she felt like a tilt-a-whirl. Rising slowly, she shuffled to shut the glass door. As she rose she grabbed the bottle.

Wandering from the door she took one last chug and slapped the top on the bottle. Marceline climbed up on the bed and stored the bottle in her nightstand. She slid under her covers.

Her thoughts took her to her conversations with Finn. As she rolled onto her belly, she began to take in the weighty topic they'd discussed with extreme fluency. Finn was not unfamiliar to the concept of loneliness and broken families. In fact, he was likely very well acquainted with both.

She fell asleep with thoughts of her own father's memory distorting her dreams into nightmares.

Maybe she and Finn weren't so different after all.