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“Marcy, what are you doing?”
Marceline hums under her breath and curls a little more into herself.
“Listenin’.” she mumbles.
She could see Bonnibel tilt her head at this. She was by her closet, swapping into something more comfortable to sleep in than her daily wear. She pulls out a shirt and pads her way to Marceline.
She’d been floating in a corner for a while now. Too tired to do much else than exist. Bonnibel offers her the shirt and she quietly accepts it.
“What are you listening to?” Bonnibel asks, curious but mostly just wanting to converse with her. She always knew to fill the silence when Marceline was feeling this way.
Glob, how did she ever survive without this woman.
“You.” She mumbles absentmindedly.
She heard her laugh quietly before realizing what she said. She turns away in embarrassment, busying herself in changing into the offered shirt. “I meant, I was listening to your heartbeat and stuff.”
There was a moment of silence. “What do you mean?” Curiosity coating the question.
“Uh,” she rubs at her bite mark. “If it’s quiet enough and if I focus I can hear your heartbeat and other stuff from several feet away.”
“Huh.”
She turns to see Bonnibel on the bed, face scrunched up in thought. A second later, she pats the free other side of her bed. Marceline floats to her side without a second thought.
When she was close enough, Bonnibel gently grasps her and pulls her down into bed. Placing her head on top of her chest, making sure to position her ear right over her heart.
“Uh, Bon? Not complaining but if I remember right you were pretty much demanding to be little spoon a while ago.” Despite that, she wraps her arms around Bonnibel and settles comfortably against her.
“Shh, I’m giving you front row seats.”
“Uhh, what?”
Bonnibel threads her fingers through her hair, lightly scratching at her scalp. “I just realized why you loved being in this position all those years ago and so I wanted to give this to you since I haven’t held you like this since… yeah.”
“Oh.”
“Mn hmm,” she feels her drop a kiss onto her hair. “Will you be okay just listening to my heartbeat? I can stay up and talk with you if you want.”
She thinks about that.
She could clearly hear Bonnibel’s heart, the strong and steady rhythm lulling her into comfort. It has been so long since she’s had the chance to listen to it this close. Along with the warmth of Bonnibel’s arms around her, this has been the most comfortable she’s been in centuries.
“This is good,” she could feel herself starting to purr. “This is really good.”
She hears her hum. “Cool, goodnight Marcy.”
There were words at the tip of her tongue. She wanted to say them, she really did. But she wasn’t ready to say it, and Bonnibel wasn’t ready to hear it yet. If she said it now, it wouldn’t mean even a fraction of how she felt.
So she just nuzzles in closer, rubbing soft circles onto Bonnibel’s back. Happy having this little comfort back into her life.
“Night, Bonnie.”