Love: Hello readers! This is our first fanfic and our first Adventure Time fic. There is slight AU and there are OOC's. If you don't like then I recommend you leave. I will accept any kind of review but I don't know how hate will feel about that.
Hate: I hate you and this story. I don't care what we get. You're lucky I helped you with this.
Love: Alright then. How about you do the disclaimer thingy.
Hate: Fine. We don't own shit! You better review too and maybe I'll only hate you a little.
Chapter 1: Just a Regular Night with Your Best Friend
He watched her. He watched her every move. He watched as she flirted with countless guys. He should've known once they entered the club. She was beautiful. Many guys offered drinks. He had lost count of how many drinks she was holding this evening. What annoyed him the most was that she was dancing with all of them. He wished it was actually him dancing with her.
Though earlier, she was trying to pull him out of his seat wanting him to dance with her. He denied it. He'd be happy to give her some attention but he just wasn't feeling it tonight. Not while she was enjoying the attention of the random guys.
When he denied her, he noticed the change in her eyes. Sadness. But she quickly put on her mask after that trying to hide it.
"Fine, your loss," Marceline told him as she walked away not even sparing to look back. He couldn't keep his off her after that. No one could really. The moment she got to the dance floor some pervert decided to press up against her and she greedily enjoyed the attention, grinding against the stranger.
From his spot in the VIP lounge he watched the vampire's every movement. He watched her dance with numerous guys. He liked how she only dance with each guy for two songs. She never leaves the club with any of those guys. Only him.
"Alright," a familiar voice behind him says. He pays no mind until he feels a light tap on his shoulder. "Why come to the club if you aren't going to dance." He knew that voice. Of course he did. It was is ex-girlfriend. Those sweet memories together. He had missed them dearly. He glanced over to his right to look over at the flame girl who made herself comfortable taking a seat next to him.
For a second he glances back at the dance floor making sure Marceline was still there. To his relief, she was. "I'm just taking a night to relax," he said looking back at his past lover once more.
She nodded, smiling, "You sure it doesn't have anything to do with the black hair down there that you've been watching? What's her name again?"
He shook his head, "Marceline and she's my best friend." He took a sip of his drink he just received moments ago. "Just watching over her," he added taking another sip.
She scooted a little closer making his body tense. "Why watch her?" Their thighs were touching. "When you could be having fun with me." She was drunk. He'd love to but couldn't do that to her. He still loved her dearly but he just couldn't do that. She would forget about it in the morning and he'd know that it wouldn't mean anything.
"I'm sorry," he told her as he took her hand off his thigh. "I'm not interested."
She bit her lip, desire in her eyes. The blonde tried to hold in a grunt. "The way you stared at me when I first sat down says otherwise." She placed her hand back on his knee. "Finn..." He gulped as she leaned forward. Now wasn't the time. He really did miss her and even wanted her back but he could smell the booze. This wouldn't mean anything.
She smirked, noticing his reaction. "Come on Finn." Her lips hovered over his, lightly brushing.
"He said he's not interested," And just like that the spell that Flame Princess had over him was broken. He jumped back, looking over his left as Marceline approached. "I'm ready to go. Now." The emphasis on her now and her aggravated look, he knew she meant it.
He nodded and looked back at Flame Princess. "I'll talk to you later FP." He was then pulled by the arm by the vampire queen.
Marceline looked back at the her with the look of disapproval. "Yes, yes, he'll talk to you later, Flame," Marceline said before giving an irritated sigh and placing her hand into Finn's. She began to tug on him, not caring to allow Flame Princess respond back.
Although he missed his ex dearly and wanted her back, she's nothing compared to his Marcy. She was always there for him. He allowed himself to be pulled along as they walked toward the exit. The club was at the Night-O-Sphere. It was unexpecting for Finn to see his former girlfriend. He saw many flame people at club which is why he always puts on the flame shield before he goes but he never expected FP to be there.
Marceline chanted a spell that teleported them out of the Night-O-Sphere and in the forest near her house. They were greeted by the cold night air. He noticed she was pulling him a little too hard.
"What's your problem Marcy?" he asked. "I was just meeting up with an old friend. You know Flame Princess."
"Well what I saw was a flamed whore trying to get into your pants," she snapped which startled him. He pinched the bridge of nose feeling annoyed.
"She was obviously drunk. She would never act like that." She rolled her eyes at his response.
"Whatever. She wasn't your type anyway.
He closed his eyes and chuckled. He could see the jealousy in her beautiful, red eyes. She loved the attention he gave her. "And what is my type."
"A girl her can play a rockin base, a gorgeous smile, beautiful melodic voice, amazing red eyes, and a queen." She smirked when he didn't respond back.
The rest of the way home, they walked in silence. Finn didn't glance at his best friend because he knew she still kept a smirk on her face. She was proud that she could silence him. She knew by his silence, that he was thinking about her and only her.
Once they got to her place, she unlocked the door. "Alright Marcy," he said as they walked in. "Let's get you to bed."
"Sure Finny," Her hand left his and grabbed ahold of his left bicep. Her hand absent-mindedly rubbing up and down his arm as he closed the door behind them. He turned his head to her with a serious look on his face. "Get me into bed."
"Marceline," he growled softly. He knew that tone. She was flirting with him. "Don't."
She smirked at his reaction as they walked into the living room. He turned and their eyes met. He could see the want in her eyes. She wanted him, hell, she needed him. He had the urge to kiss her but he couldn't. It would ruin their friendship.
The two had changed so much. As Finn got older he became more mature. That didn't stop him from adventuring though. He just didn't go out for adventure for sometimes. He still loved to fight though. He always liked to see how strong he was. As for Marceline she started partying more which sorta ended her and Princess Bubblegum's friendship.
The man wished that they could just say their goodbyes and he would just go back to his house where his brother is. But no, he knew it. She had other plans for him. His eyes widened as he saw her unzip her black dress. He couldn't keep his eyes off her. He hated how she would tease him. When the dress dropped, she stepped out of her shoes biting her lip at him. All she was wearing were her red lace panties and bra. He tugged on his collar let the hot air out from his body.
"What's wrong Finn?" Marceline asked in a teasing tone and gave him a knowing look. She played with his emotions, she knew the power she had over him. He allowed her that power.
He didn't say anything. They were both just staring, not breaking eye contact. He tried his hardest to resist her. He couldn't do this. He couldn't do this to him. He couldn't do this to her. He broke the gaze and looked down at his feet.
"Finn," she said softly. There was no flirting in her tone. No teasing. Nothing. He looked back up at her. Then he realized tears were welling up in her eyes. Did he hurt her? "Sorry." No, he wouldn't dare his best friend.
"Why are you sorry?" he asked placing both or her hands in his. "There's nothing wrong."
"Yes there is," she disagreed. "I'm a nuisance to you aren't I?"
He frowned. "You aren't a nuisance Marcy. You are my loving radical dame who likes to play games." He then gave a smugged grin. "I actually love your company."
"You're such a weenie," she joked as he wiped the weld tears with his thumb. He took her to her room and placed his into the bed.
"Well see you tomorrow Marcy," he said as he turned to leave but he was stopped by a hand grabbing her wrist. He turned back to her.
"Stay with me," she requested.
"But what about Jake?"
She pouted which he couldn't help but find it cute. "Forget him." He chuckled as he started removing his clothes.
"Fine then. Just for tonight though." He was now left in his dress pants and socks. She lifted the covers so that he could get in.
He felt his body tense when her back was to his front and without him thinking, he rapped his arm around her waist. She sighed in relaxation at his touch. He gave a gentle smile as he nuzzled his nose into her long, black hair. It was okay for friends to do this right?
Minutes later, the vampire queen fell asleep along with her blonde hero, Finn.
Love: So how was it so far? Let us know what you think. Sorry about the spelling and grammar. We're trying our best here.
Hate: You mean YOU'RE doing YOUR best. My spelling and grammar are perfect.
Love: *rolls eye* Any questions please review and we will kindly answer them next chapter.
Lust: Dammit and I thought sex was definitely going to happen here.
Hate: How the fuck did you get here?
Love: Guys this is our cousin, Lust. And no Lust it's too early for anything like that.
Lust: Screw you guys, this is boring. Tell me when something good happens.
Hate: How the hell did she get in here?
Love: I have no idea.