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Finn and Simon had stopped at Bonnibels to get some supplies before they headed out on a multi day adventure. Finn typically did not like to bring all the junk Simon had deemed as "needs'' for a trip. He could get on board with sleeping bags and something to start a fire, but things like rations and silverware and pots really seem a little useless to him. Back when he and Jake adventured they'd just bring some trail mix and be off for months at time, counting entirely on their hero luck to keep them from dying of exposure or starvation or something lame like that. Sounds dumb, but hey he's still alive so it can't be the stupidest thing in the world to leave everything to chance.

That was the old days though. Before Jake died, before Finn's back hurt, when things were good and life hadn't yet fully caught up with Finn and he could just vault all the negative emotions and experiences. Now this is what he did, pack little camping bags with Simon and have a well thought out plan before even embarking.

"O-okay I think we have everything! You ready to head out? " Simon stood up from where he'd been crouched over his backpack.

"Ya, I am ready. Let's get it." Finn picked his own backpack up and slung it over his shoulders, ready to get past the planning and packing stages. They headed down stairs and had just about made it outside before Simon caught Marceline out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey! One sec, Finn, BRB. Hey, Marcy!" He sped away from Finn leaving him there to huff and wait patiently. Luckily he was able to catch up with Marceline fairly quickly and got to her before she'd even left the hallway.

"Oh hey, dude, what's up?" Marcy turned when she heard her name called and saw Simon speed walking directly towards her in his cute lil adventuring outfit. Realistically she doesn't think he wears it to be cute, but there's something adorable about a big nerd in a cozy sweater going out to do some "hardcore" adventuring. He'd even bring his own activities in case he got bored on the trip, how is that not supposed to be cutesy?

"Uh, we were just about to head out! Finn found these tomes, well I think they're tomes, he says it's a book, but that can't be right, you know? Anyway, they have this legend about a crystal that does something, not sure what, we don't have all the tomes, but it could be something really interesting, maybe." The end of his sentence turnt up like he had asked her a question.

"Oh, geez, that sounds, like ,super purposeful." She snorted a little. Of course, they'd be going off on a basically pointless adventure to find something that very well doesn't exist and they know literally nothing about.

"Yeah! Could be, could not be. You wanna tag along? I packed extra provisions." Simon didn't pick up on the snarky tone of her previous statement either from not actually paying attention to it or being just a little too excited to really care how she'd meant it.

"Plus I dont think Finn is too terribly thrilled with me. I made him carry his own rations this time." He leaned in to whisper to her like Finn was directly behind him and not at the entire other end of the hallway.

"Eh…" She thought about it. Sounded like a lot of walking around and hoping, but then again what was she gonna do here? Vie for PB's attention with a bunch of inanimate objects and imaginary deadlines that she self imposed? Hard pass.

"Yeah, I'll come! Lemme grab a bag real quick." Marcy flew up the stairs and grabbed just a little messenger style back that she could fit her necessities ( Sunblock, notebook, some colorful pens and a pack of red erasers.) in and was back to Simon in a matter of moments. Finn was glad Marceline was coming along for the trip, she always knew fun little side places to stop off at and briefly explore. They made their way east, past where the treehouse had been and where the Ferns tree was pretty steadily growing larger. By the time evening came around they were a couple miles south of Stanley's house in a clearing with some nice tree coverage. Basically they'd found themselves the perfect place to camp and settle for the night.

Despite Finn's complaints he ended up very happy that Simon had brought enough food to actually make a good meal with rice and proteins and even a little veg and the fire starter and kindling made the cook time mad fast so soon they were happily chowing down (With the silverware too!) on warm food and Marcy was enjoying her fresh pack of red erasers. Soon after dinner the sun was completely down and the group was left with just the light of the fire to illuminate the area. That was kinda the problem with camping in areas with such dense trees around, after the sun went down there really wasn't much anyone could do but talk and joke around. Even having others around the talking eventually turns into a sleepy silence and everyone slowly goes their own ways. Finn poked lazily at the dying fire, Marceline was attempting to do some scribbling in her notebook and Simon appeared to have dozed off against a boulder a little ways away from the fire.

"Yo-" Marcy closed her notebook and sat up, just noticing the tired vibes everyone was putting off.

"Huh?" Finn jerked up a little like he had been on the verge of falling asleep at the fire.

"I think I am gonna go to bed, dude, Simons already tapped out-" She motioned over to Simon and got up, stretching upwards a little bit.

"Yea, yeah. I think I am gonna tap out too." He stifled a yawn and turned to start unclipping his sleeping bag from his pack and laying it out next to the fire.

"You got an extra one of those?"

"Ah, no, sorry. Maybe Simon does?" Finn settled down on his back, clearly not going to assist in Marcy's search for something to sleep on. She's a big girl, he's sure she'll figure it out.

"Mmm'kay." She watched him for a sec before sighing and going to wake Simon. She pushed his shoulder a couple times before he lightly slapped her hand away in his sleep, so she pinched his cheek and that brought him around with a little start.

"Ow, Wh-what was that for?" he sounded groggy, like he'd managed to actually get into a decently deep sleep in that almost upright position.

"I am gonna go to bed. Do you have an extra sleeping bag or, like, a blanket?" Marceline was floating directly in front of his face.

"Uh-" He unclipped his sleeping bag and rifled around his pack, almost sure that he had to have something like a blanket.

"I-I do not- um, oh! We can share!" He rolled out the bag, which was a little nicer than Finns and did appear to have enough room for her to fit in it with him.

"I don't wanna sleep by the fire though, s-sorry, I sleep hot." Simon chuckled a little. Truthfully he didn't sleep hot, but he'd spent so much time as the icy patriarch that warm temperatures just made him generally uncomfortable and on edge.

"Yea, that's fine." She didn't even wait for him to get in the bag himself before she'd gotten in and made herself comfortable. He followed suit, making sure to maintain as acceptable a distance from her as he could in the sleeping bag. They hadn't shared a bed since she was a little girl and he was pretty sure that it'd be weird to cuddle her at his age. Marceline listened to him get comfortable and as his breathing slowed to light wisps before allowing herself to start drifting as well.

She'd maybe been out a couple hours before she woke up. The moon was over the clearing and the fire was nothing but embers at this point, if she listened hard enough she could hear Finn snoring a couple yards away. Behind her she felt Simon pressed up against her back, one arm under her head and one arm draped around her torso keeping her to his chest. Marceline closed her eyes and just focused on how nice he felt around her, how safe, how warm and alive…how hard? Was he hard? Is that what she was feeling jutting into her butt?

She rolled her hips back towards the hardness and was met with a harsh breath from him, but no other stirring. He was still asleep and heavily so from the sounds of his breath. She rolled her hips again, this time managing to slot his clothed hard on in between her legs so it brushed against her. He wouldn't mind if she just played around just a little bit, he wouldn't even know. Marcy kept rubbing against him for a while, honestly just enjoying the light touches and naughty feelings she was getting from doing something bad with someone off limits.

She needed more, she'd already started this so obviously she had to finish it. Marceline reached down and tugged her pants and panties down just far enough that she was exposed then carried on with her grinding. It was… fine, she guessed, this could maybe get her off if she ignored the feeling of the teeth of his metal zipper against the sensitive skin down there. At the very least this was getting her wet and turning her on more so that was a win for her.

"Unh!" She stifled herself when she got the angle just right so that he poked upward towards her entrance. This was much much better, that little touch of pressure made her face feel hot. She was able to snake an arm down, carefully avoiding touching the hand over her, and swirl her nub a little in time with the rubbing. She knew this was getting to be more than she expected when she began, but self control isn't her strong suit and it's been longer than she really wanted to admit since she felt this type of heat pooling in her stomach.

Her and Bonnie never really just played with each other anymore. There was always something else Pb needed to do or a reason why she didn't want to come to bed a little earlier than usual. Marceline could always touch herself, she had no qualms with that, it just didn't provide her the overall feelings she looked for. She needed someone else there, she needed to feel like she was doing something good for someone else too and not just rubbing herself raw in the dark while her wife had her nose buried in a book much more interesting than her.

She ground down hard, pinching herself just as hard. Behind her Simon emitted a hazy whine that stilled her immediately and she just listened. There was no way of turning to see his face so she had to go by the sounds he was making to tell if he was waking up. His breathing stayed harder for a moment but he settled down eventually and went back to his soft wispy breaths. He'd slept through it. She bit her lips, he'd slept through it completely and she had to admit she had ground hard on him. If he was going to wake up that would've been the moment.

She felt emboldened by this minute victory, allowing herself to give in to her own desperate desire to feel skin. Marceline took the hand she'd had on herself and moved it around her back to the front of his pants. It was easy to pop open the button and pull the zipper down, the difficult part was softly maneuvering him from his boxers. When she'd gotten him out she was able to feel all of him. He was hard, maybe at full mast? She couldn't really tell from just feeling, but what she could feel was more than enough for what she was doing.

She led him back to the spot between her legs, pressing him up a little more into her folds so she could get him wet too.

"AhHh" Marceline squeaked when his head hit her already throbbing nub. There. That was what she was looking for. She put her hand down the front side of her again as a way to stabilize and hold Simon at that angle and put her other hand against her mouth, just in case she made more noise. It took her a moment to get the strange angle down so she was consistently hitting that special spot on her, but soon she was getting it steadily. Between her legs was getting sloppy, Simons member helping to spread her slickness from just the contained apex of her legs to her thighs, making it easier for her to jerk harder against him. She kept huffing, trying to breath smoothly and failing miserably, and was entirely lost in chasing the winding feeling building in her guts.

It wasn't the sound or even the movement that woke Simon. It was the slickness. He'd gone to bed very aware that he was in a tight space with a woman, even if that woman was Marceline, and had worried that maybe his mind would wander in his sleep and he'd embarrassingly wake up having cum in his pants. He, uh, he hadn't been worried that he'd wake up to Marceline rolling her hips on him. In fact he didn't even feel a barrier of his jeans or her pants or any type of underwear between them. Had she undone his pants? He wished he was more awake to process this at the moment.

"Mmphf simon-" Marceline's voice was quiet and high pitched, like she was about to cum from just rubbing him between her legs. That tone did more for him than any cup of coffee or energy drink had ever had and he jerked awake, suddenly very aware of the perverse nature of what was happening and that he needed to stop this now.

"Marceline!" He grabbed her hip with the hand that had been around her torso, forcing her to stop her movement. She went stiff and stopped, still breathing harshly but making no movement to continue.

"What do you think you are doing!" She was at a loss for words. What did she think she was doing? He sounded upset. Maybe she had taken this a little far with exposing both of them and all the skin to skin contact, but he has to be turned on too. She knows he is! She still feels his hard on occasionally twitching where she's got it caught between her legs.

"I, uh, I am just-" Was there a way to validate this to him? She looked all around in the darkness, wanting to find something else to blame or use as a reasoning tactic. A few yards away, by the last embers or the fire, Finn turned to face them and that gave her an idea. She may not be able to validate this, but she could certainly manipulate the situation so she could get off.

"Dude, shut up!" Marceline whispered and flipped over to face him, keeping one of his arms trapped behind her head.

"What!?" He responded a little too loud, if Finn was awake he'd definitely have heard.

" I said shut up! You're gonna wake Finn up and he's gonna catch us!" Her face was close enough that he could feel her breath when she spoke.

"Catch us doing what, Marceline? What are you doing?" He whispered harshly. She reached down and shoved her pants down far enough so she could kick them off before openly reaching for his cock and stroking him. She wanted to make it seem like this was what he wanted too, maybe if she could get him far enough into this with her he'd just go along and finish her.

"Stop that!" Simon grabbed her hand and tried to pull back, but was stopped by the sleeping bag they were both confined in.

"Seriously? You're gonna change your mind now, dude?" She faked offense at his extremely reasonable response and shook his hand off her's.

"C-Change my mind? Marceline! I- I didn't- or at least, I don't think- Uh-" Had he agreed to this? He'd kinda had this issue even before the crown. There was a sweet spot between him being awake and him being fully conscious that he'd just agree to stuff or say things. Betty used to use it to her advantage to get him to agree to come out with their, aka Betty's, group of friends.

"Come onnnn, you said we could fool around!" She whined and mouthed at his jaw line, pressing herself close to him. His hand hovered for a moment like he was really questioning if he had agreed to this and if he wanted to continue. Marcy just kept kissing around his jaw and getting very very close to his lips but never making full contact.

"Well, uh-" She wouldn't just initiate something like this without him at least showing some level of want towards her right? He had to have made a move first, this had to be his fault that they were here like this. He needed a second to think clearly, but she wasn't letting up with all the light kisses around his face and shoving her body impossibly closer to his. It's been so long since he'd felt anywhere close to this type of intimacy with another person and she was so so so soft against him.

"O-okay, Marcy-" He whispered, letting his hand fall down to hold her waist and giving into the urge to nuzzle into her kisses. Bingo. That's what she was looking for. Marceline forcibly repositioned them, getting him on his back and straddling just above his lap so he could still feel how hot she was, but he couldn't actually feel her. Simon surged forward once she'd settled on top of him and captured her mouth, delving in since apparently they've already done foreplay (maybe?). She tangled her hands in his hair, pulling him around to control the kiss while he gripped her hips and pulled them down to his.

Golb, they must've been playing around for quite a moment before he'd fully woken up, she was absolutely soaked and just sliding up and down on the length of him. He tried to pull back from her lips to be able to smoothly put it in, but she was not willing to let go of his face. He had to make do with his limited space, shoving his hand between them to grab himself and rub his head against her in an attempt to locate her slit. The whole time she groaned and mewed into his mouth, staying somewhat hushed yet very clearly eating all his struggle up.

When he found his goal he pressed his hips upwards to breach her, slipping in his first try and further distributing her slick before deftly plunging into her warmth. She finally unlatched from his mouth and pressed her forehead to his while choking out soft whines against his face. He couldn't really thrust up into her too well, the lack of space and potential noise prohibiting them, but she could grind and clench around him.

Together they set a brutal pace, Simon struggling to keep up with the hard movements of her hips and maintain anytype of composure. It was just so fast, he wasn't ready for how slick her insides were nor how deep she could get him into her. This surely had to be some type of demonic trick on her behalf but the logical parts of his brain were lost to the soft squishing sounds coming from below.

"M-Marcy- " At some point she had closed her eyes, more focused on her own impending orgasm than Simon.

"Mar- celine- ah-" He removed his hands from her hips and grabbed at her forearms. He was going to cum and she needed to get off of him right now!

"Sh, sh,sh." She kept her eyes closed and put a hand over his mouth, kissing the side of his face lazily. She was close, so so close. He just needed to shut up for a little while more then she'd get him off and everyone would be super happy.

"Mmphf!" He was still trying to get her attention beneath her, but she just clamped her hand around his mouth harder to the point where it was hard to breathe. Never once did she let up on her movement though, in fact they'd gotten more erratic and pressing and he could tell from the way she was getting impossibly tighter that she was very very close. God, he wanted to get her there, surely she wouldn't be upset upset about him coming inside her, right?

"Simon-" Marceline went stiff and clutched his face unconsciously as she came, insides convalusing around him. He gave in and went with her, pressing his hips up as far as the sleeping bag would allow as he came deep in her. For several moments afterwards they stayed connected, Marceline basking in the afterglow of probably he besst orgasm in recently memory and Simon reeling from what he'd just done.