Black Licorice

TWO
Something wove itself around my hand. It was...soft. Gum-girl's hand. My face got hot. "What do you want?" My voice wavered a little. I considered changing into a bat, or even hissing in her face just to leave her candy prison.
"I-I wanted to tell you...well...y-you should come back later. You seem busy now. It's alright. Please join me later, though. I assume you can just float in through the window again?" I turned to see her staring at me, her eyes wide.
Hopeful.
"Uh, yeah. Sure, Bonnibel." She released my hand.
"Just...come back when the sun is setting." She turned, the sun was already dipping lower, so  not long til sunset, but my head was spinning. She was right, I need to busy myself or I was going to do something stupid---again.
"See you, Marceline!" She turned, a sticky-sweet scent engulfing me as her hair swished behind her. For a second, I watched her leave. Then I left, too.
PRINCESS BUBBLEGUM <3 <3
"Oh, Peppermint Butler, she's coming by later! What do I wear?" I threw my dress into his awaiting stripped arms, his voice muffled by the candy cloth. I tapped my foot impatiently, and stood with my arms crossed over my stomach in my bra and underwear. "What was that?" I removed the clothing from his small arms.
"I said, your highness, that you do look very lovely in your marshmallow mini-dress."
My eyes flickered over to my closet's most forgotten assemble, a melted white marshmallow dress. It was cute. It had sure made Finny flip! I grinned to myself and quickly slipped it on. I spun around. "How do I look?"
"Beautiful as always, princess." I smiled and kissed the top of his head.
"You are sweet!" He nodded and smiled up at me, and I went to the bathroom to adjust the dress. I ran a brush through my hair and pulled it up in a ponytail. No. I shook it down. Messy is pretty, right? I sighed and reapplied strawberry lipstick.
But this was Marceline! But she'd kissed my nose. And her lips, as opposed to her annoying and offensive personality, were soft. I almost felt broken. As if I were missing something. Had she taken something from me?
I frowned into the mirror. I need to know what we're doing. I don't like Finn, but it is wrong to bring more into something like Marcy's and my relationship. Whatever that is, anyway! I shook my head.
"Does your highness want a drink?" A pink soda was held above my butler's head.
"Oh, no thank you, please do play before it's late. I won't need your kind service anymore tonight." I waved him away with a gentle smile.
Oh, Marceline!
MARCELINE *^*^*
She stood in front of the mirror, messy waves of pink hair falling around her shoulders and back. I considered calling her over to the window and settling this situation now, but the me from earlier today took over and drove me behind the bathroom door. I snuck in and curled around her feet. She looked pretty in her mini dress. I'd never seen THAT one before, Bonni...hmm... I'm glad she changed, too, I thought, looking down at my black dress with the pink lace and the pink bow in my hair. Focus. I slowly rose up in front of her and hissed. My tongue flicked out of my mouth and my eyes grew to black orbs.
She gasped and I sat my boot-encased feet on the floor. "Uh, nice dress, Bonni."
"Well, thank you, but please refrain from scaring me..." She combed her hair with her fingers. She was obviously just as uneasy as I was. But God, she did look really...
"So, what do you want to do tonight, Marceline?" Bonni said, turning to walk out of the bathroom. I followed.
An idea came to me. I felt as brilliant as Bubblegum and her science glob.
"Let's go to my house." I swooped her up, for reasons beyond my thousand years, and began the flight back to my home.
"MARCY!" She squealed. I grinned.
"Bonni, am I your problem?" Ouch. Didn't plan that. I sucked in a breath and bit my lip. The grass became suddenly interesting...
She held my face after an amount of time so long I was unsure if she'd heard me, and forced me to look her in the eyes. "Yes. You are. You're my problem." I bit the inside of my cheek. I felt empty-ish. But I shouldn't care. I SHOULD drop her. I can't.
She made me look at her again. "MY problem and you're mine only. I need you, Marcy."
PRINCESS BUBBLEGUM <3 <3
She looked so sad. It came out wrong. Ow, my head hurts. I can't think. I grabbed her face in my palms again. her skin was rough, her expression was soft, and broken. "MY promblem and you're mine only," I said. "I need you, Marcy."
Oh. I did not plan that.