Fionna was totally bored.

Outside the windows, it was raining daggers. This wasn't the first that it had happened in Aaa, but it meant that she was completely trapped. Worse still, Cake was out with Lord Monochromicorn, and now she wouldn't be back until it stopped raining daggers.

"Beemo," said Fionna, trying to keep a whine out of her voice, "when do you think the rain will stop?"

"I don't know," said Beemo calmly. She was sitting on the floor in the corner, inexplicably holding one of Fionna's spare socks. "Let's play video games!"

"Na, no thanks. Not really in the mood." Fionna slid lazily from the couch onto the floor.

"Oh, okay. I think I should go recharge my battery now."

"I didn't know you had a battery," commented Fionna.

"Well, not really. It's fun to pretend though."

Fionna laughed. "Okay, Bee."

Beemo went to another corner, where she retrieved a cardboard box and hid underneath it. Fionna shook her head, amused.

There was a mysterious thump from her bedroom. Fionna leapt dramatically to her feet, glad of a distraction. She pulled her sword from her discarded backpack and went intrepidly into the bedroom.

"Marshall Lee?! What the math!"

The vampire king was floating several feet off the ground, holding his ever-present guitar-axe-thing. He eyes the sword in her hand with amusment.

"Were you planning to attack me?"

"What are you doing here?" Fionna demmanded, pink-faced. At least she had the presence of mind to lower the offending sword.

He circled effortlessly in the air, striking a few chords on his guitar. "Well, it's raining daggers. I can't exactly leave."

"That doesn't explain why you were here in the first place," she snapped. It was so annoying when Marshall was evasive. He seemed to think that it somehow made him mysterious and attractive. Well, it did not. In Fionna's opinion.

He shrugged. "I've been here all night. I'm surprised you didn't notice me, to be honest."

"What the glob, Marshall! That is so creepy!" Her face went from pink to scarlet.

"Hey, you can't expect me to not be creepy," he explained. "I'm evil, remember?"

"Were you watching me sleep?" she asked, a definite note of accusation in her voice.

For the first time in four hundred twenty-three years, Marshall Lee looked uncomfortable. Still, there was no point in lying to a mortal. "Ye-es," he drawled, rotating so that he was completely upside-down. "So?"

"So, that's . . . freakin' creepy, Marshall."

"We established that already," he drawled, beginning to rotate like some sort of demon creature. Which, Fionna had to remind herself, he was.

"But why - ugh, can you please stop floating? It's so hard to concentrate."

He drifted to the ground. Fionna was surprised that he had obeyed her request so quickly, but then he moved towards her so that their faces were inches apart. Her blush heightened to 'glowing sunset' red.

"Is it easier for you to concentrate now?" he breathed, leaning his forehead against hers.

Stupid, cute vampire demon. "Umm . . . no," she said. She really wasn't sure where this was going. No! It was just Marshall, her friend. Fionna laughed awkwardly, pushing his shoulders so that he was a safe distance away.

He looked seriously at her. "Fionna . . . Remember that night?"

"What night? Oh, you mean last month, when you got into a fight with Cake and me and then pretended to be dying?"

He waved his hand nonchalantly. "Yeah, that last part is irrelevant. Remember before then? When we were singing together at Lumpy Space Prince's party?"

Fionna laughed, and her face started returning to normal color. "That was fun."

"Yeah." He continued to look meaningfully at her.

She coughed. "And . . . ?"

"What? Oh, sorry. I just zoned out for a sec. Where were we?"

"LSP's party."

"Right. That night, your hair was really . . . um, yellow."

"Yes," agreed Fionna cautiously. "It's usually like that."

"But you had it down that night. It was pretty. Objectively, I mean. You know, I've been around for so long that I lost all sense of the beautiful some time ago."

"Okay . . . thanks, I guess." He was definitely behaving weirdly. "I bet you'd like me better as a redhead," she joked, trying to relieve the sudden awkardness.

"Ha ha," he said humorlessly. "Look, Fi . . ." Marshall smiled lopsidedly, showing one fang. "You've been hard to get off my mind lately." He played another chord, unconsciously lifting a few inches off the floor.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Are you always this suspicious? Just curious," he mused.

"Hey!" Fionna huffed. "I should be suspicious. You're always flirting with me. It's cute and whatever, but you're being weird this time."

"I'm trying to be real," he teased, levitating again. "Like you."

"Very funny, Marshall."

"Yes, I am. You know what else is funny?" he asked, his eyes glittering wickedly. Fionna shifted her feet slightly.

"What?"

"Your hat." He floated closer. "But I prefer your hair loose."

Before she could react, Marshall had pulled her hat off in one motion and her hair was cascading like liquid gold. He looked at her for a moment, a strange expression on his face.

"Hey, Fionna!"

The voice came from the other room.

"Cake's back," observed Fionna superfluously. She stood transfixed by the red gleam in Marshall's eyes; she couldn't tell whether it was demonic or angelic anymore.

He kissed her on the mouth. Fionna's eyes flickered closed. The kiss was gentle, yet insistent. Ever so cautiously, she parted her lips. He tasted like pine needles . . . in a good way.

Marshall pulled away a few seconds later and flew backwards out the window, smirking.

Cake opened the door. "Hi, Fionna." Catching sight of her face, the cat stopped short. "Girl, you're red as a cherry!"

Fionna smiled sheepishly, then turned to look back at the now-open window.

"Oh, look. It's stopped raining. I didn't notice."