approaching her, turning her around to embrace her.
“Hey … That guy was full of shit. There’s nothing wrong with … Us. There’s nothing wrong with this.”
And while Marceline was still thoroughly confused about how her feelings came to be, she believed that. However unlikely it was, it happened, and she was going to stick by it.
But Song didn’t look up. She was lost in her own thoughts. She was wondering what her parents would do if they found out about what she was doing. About where she was tonight. What would they do? Would they forbid her from seeing Marceline? She winced at the very real possibility. She looked up to Marceline with already grieving eyes, making her frown and rub her hands against her chilled arms comfortingly.
“Hey … Don’t worry about them. Come on. We’re both gonna be hacking up a lung if we don’t get out of these wet clothes.”
Marceline walked over to one of the small pantries for the downstairs bathroom, opening it and throwing Song a towel, before taking out one for herself.
Song caught it with a flinch, nodding in agreement.
“Bathroom is to the right of my room. You can shower first. I’ll be up in a little bit. You like hot chocolate, right?” Marceline asked with a smile as she made her way to the kitchen.
Song nodded again with a small smile of appreciation. She was grateful that Marceline wasn’t in the same mindset. It gave her something to emulate. A reason to be strong – hopeful. Turning around, she made her way up the stairs to the bathroom. Fearing her parents wasn’t a reason to hold back with Marceline.
If anything, it was a reason to enjoy every moment with her like it was going to be her last.
Walking through the doorway to her bedroom, Marceline hummed softly to herself, a smile on her lips as she scratched her towel against her now damp and stringy hair. She rubbed it against the scalp, trying to quicken the drying process.
“So I have hot white chocolate, and regular hot chocolate. Which –“
Her towel slumped in her hand when she looked up, startled to see Song’s partially nude figure standing by her bed.
She had a towel wrapped around her body – though not enough of it to stop Marceline’s eyes from traveling. Her long, wet strands of hair clung to her neck, back, and shoulders. She had her bag on Marceline’s bed, and was going through it for her clothing. She’d stopped when seeing Marceline enter the room though, who was now regretting having done so.
Song merely stood as Marceline fumbled over her words and actions. Her eyes were having a hard time deciding where to look, and her mouth was having an even harder time deciding what to say. Until finally, she decided on an apology and a swift turn around to face the hallway outside.
“S-sorry … I didn’t think you’d be done that fast,” Marceline guiltily blurted out, her head tilted downwards in embarrassment. “There’s uh … I can get you something to sleep in, if you don’t have …”
Marceline trailed off when feeling the soft touch of Song’s small hand on her bare arm. It wrapped around her wrist, beckoning her to turn around, which she hesitantly complied to do. Meeting Song’s longing eyes, Marceline felt her body tense, taking an instinctive half-step back when Song drew closer.
Half of her didn’t want to invade the boundaries that were still unclear to her. The other half was just a jumble of flusters from seeing Song in a towel. But Song took another step, until their bodies were practically touching. Marceline fought to maintain eye contact as Song’s hands slowly found the top of her towel.
Song’s eyes lowered as she unhooked the towels edge from her cleavage. Within the next moment, the towel was a crescent at her feet, and Song stood in nothing but a pair of white thong panties. When Song’s eyes returned to Marceline’s they found that they were no longer looking into hers, but down at her
“Hey … That guy was full of shit. There’s nothing wrong with … Us. There’s nothing wrong with this.”
And while Marceline was still thoroughly confused about how her feelings came to be, she believed that. However unlikely it was, it happened, and she was going to stick by it.
But Song didn’t look up. She was lost in her own thoughts. She was wondering what her parents would do if they found out about what she was doing. About where she was tonight. What would they do? Would they forbid her from seeing Marceline? She winced at the very real possibility. She looked up to Marceline with already grieving eyes, making her frown and rub her hands against her chilled arms comfortingly.
“Hey … Don’t worry about them. Come on. We’re both gonna be hacking up a lung if we don’t get out of these wet clothes.”
Marceline walked over to one of the small pantries for the downstairs bathroom, opening it and throwing Song a towel, before taking out one for herself.
Song caught it with a flinch, nodding in agreement.
“Bathroom is to the right of my room. You can shower first. I’ll be up in a little bit. You like hot chocolate, right?” Marceline asked with a smile as she made her way to the kitchen.
Song nodded again with a small smile of appreciation. She was grateful that Marceline wasn’t in the same mindset. It gave her something to emulate. A reason to be strong – hopeful. Turning around, she made her way up the stairs to the bathroom. Fearing her parents wasn’t a reason to hold back with Marceline.
If anything, it was a reason to enjoy every moment with her like it was going to be her last.
Walking through the doorway to her bedroom, Marceline hummed softly to herself, a smile on her lips as she scratched her towel against her now damp and stringy hair. She rubbed it against the scalp, trying to quicken the drying process.
“So I have hot white chocolate, and regular hot chocolate. Which –“
Her towel slumped in her hand when she looked up, startled to see Song’s partially nude figure standing by her bed.
She had a towel wrapped around her body – though not enough of it to stop Marceline’s eyes from traveling. Her long, wet strands of hair clung to her neck, back, and shoulders. She had her bag on Marceline’s bed, and was going through it for her clothing. She’d stopped when seeing Marceline enter the room though, who was now regretting having done so.
Song merely stood as Marceline fumbled over her words and actions. Her eyes were having a hard time deciding where to look, and her mouth was having an even harder time deciding what to say. Until finally, she decided on an apology and a swift turn around to face the hallway outside.
“S-sorry … I didn’t think you’d be done that fast,” Marceline guiltily blurted out, her head tilted downwards in embarrassment. “There’s uh … I can get you something to sleep in, if you don’t have …”
Marceline trailed off when feeling the soft touch of Song’s small hand on her bare arm. It wrapped around her wrist, beckoning her to turn around, which she hesitantly complied to do. Meeting Song’s longing eyes, Marceline felt her body tense, taking an instinctive half-step back when Song drew closer.
Half of her didn’t want to invade the boundaries that were still unclear to her. The other half was just a jumble of flusters from seeing Song in a towel. But Song took another step, until their bodies were practically touching. Marceline fought to maintain eye contact as Song’s hands slowly found the top of her towel.
Song’s eyes lowered as she unhooked the towels edge from her cleavage. Within the next moment, the towel was a crescent at her feet, and Song stood in nothing but a pair of white thong panties. When Song’s eyes returned to Marceline’s they found that they were no longer looking into hers, but down at her
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