Fionna had spent an extremely long day battling Ice Queen with Marshall Lee. And if you didn't already know, she's had a huge lumping crush on him for as long as she can remember. When she arrived at his house, he collapsed onto the couch, falling asleep almost instantly. "He looks adorable." She thought to herself. She thought about running hands through the smooth and tangled mess of his charcoal hair, and being able to kiss him without being teased. Their friendship was really odd; he would always tease her and hit on her but they still fought playfully and made fun of each other. She found it cute, though. Sighing, Fionna sat down beside him on the couch, telling herself that it would be okay to just watch him sleep for a little bit; but as minutes passed she felt a growing desire inside of her. A desire to hold him, kiss him, and stay with him as long as possible. Each time she heard his mouth breathe in and out, it made her more and more eager to feel his breath against her skin. Seconds later, she found herself snuggled closely beside him, trying to be as silent and still as she could to keep him from waking up. Marshall's arms subconsciously wrapped around Fionna, eliminating her opportunity of being able to escape. She smiled at the warmth they released around her waist. Hesitantly, she slowly trailed her fingers up into his hair, feeling and stroking it as much as she possibly could without waking him up. It was soft, and smelt like strawberries, and, was surprisingly very clean. She imagined what it would like to wake up to this everyday, and have his arms around her all the time. Getting lost inside her thoughts, she let herself unnoticeabley slip out a sneeze. Marshall's eyes snapped open, and he turned his face sleepily toward Fionna.
"Mmmm, you'e cuddling me," He laughed. Fionna moved away and raised her arms up.
"No- I... I was just- I just wasn't okay!" She defended, turning her head away in embarrassment.
"I never said I didn't like it," He smiled. Fionna blushed and let him pull her back into his arms. He pulled her batt off and three it onto the ground. "Your hair is so pretty," he whispered. A tingly sensation shot through her body as her cheeks flushed a bright rosy red.
"Th-thank you," she stuttered shyly. Marshall interlaced his legs with hers and buried his face in her neck.
"Don't worry," he giggled. "I already knew you like me; it's pretty obvious," His eyes stared straight into her deep, bright blue eyes. "And you know what?" He asked her.
She looked up at him with innocence. "What?" She asked.
"Maybe I like you too,"
Fionna opened her mouth to say something, but he stopped her from letting anything squeeze out of her mouth. His lips were on hers, and hand on her cheeks, which were deepening in colour by the second. Her lips were quivering under his, and she knew that he was holding her so close to him that she wouldn't be able to move away if she tried. When their lips finally parted, she looked up at him in shock. "Not bad for a first timer," he teased.