Second attempt at Marshall Lee/Fionna.

In this first short: Marshall decides to go swimming with Fionna. She dosen't really want to.

Somewhat OOC (I guess lol)

01: Ocean.

"No freaking way."

"Come on," Marshall Lee chided, softly pushing her shoulders closer to the blue waves, and immediately regretting his decision—Fionna yelped as a wave came close, and he struggled to hold her down, "It's not that bad once you get in!"

"Bull!" The Blonde leaped out of his grip as another nearly touched her toes, sprinting in the other direction. Marshall sighed—in the beginning, he had though this was a good idea to have Fionna, the future Greatest Warrior In Aaa, conquer her fear. And on a day like today, where the ocean's waves rarely reached his feet and stayed relatively calm and inviting, it was the perfect day to do so.

Fionna obviously didn't think so, as she threw sand in his face and began screaming rape the first time he tried to drag her in.

"No, no, no, no-no-no-no-no," Marshall rolled his eyes, adjusting his arm so he could have a better grip on Fionna, and pulled her up, carrying her to so-called doom as she kicked and fought the whole way.

"Marshall, please!" Her voice rose many octaves when the cold seawater began gathering at his feet, "I can't do this now, I have to go—um…adventuring! Yeah! How about we do this next Tuesday?"

"You told me there was no adventuring today, and you're always busy on Tuesdays."

"Fine—w-what about Sunday?"

"Hm..maybe—wait, too late."

The sand suddenly dropped, and Fionna couldn't stop herself from thrashing and shrieking as the ocean water went above her head. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but clear, still thrashing underwater, until a pair of arms brought her back up.

"What the hell? Don't you even know how to stay above water?"

Fionna sputtered, and as her lips attempted to let out a sassy 'no', a sad sob found its way out instead. Tears leaked out the corner of her eyes, mixed in with salt water, and Fionna knew she shouldn't have come with him today. Hell, she shouldn't have even told him her secret fear, much less go to the beach with him. She was supposed to be the strongest warrior in Aaa—a role model that kids looked up to, a person that people trusted—not this mess of a girl she turned into now.

"I'm going home." Fionna began to doggie (or kitty) paddle back to the shore, as Cake had showed her, until two arms grabbed her shoulders, and turned her around.

"No you're not. At least not until you get over this damn phobia. Now, hold onto my neck."

Hesitantly at first, Fionna wrapped her arms around him, clinging to Marshall Lee like he was her lifeline, as he slowly swam farther out. She groaned, holding back either a protest or complaint, and shoving her head into the crook of his neck, blonde hairs ticking his nose.

"See?" He murmured softly, still swimming farther and farther away from their towels and umbrella, yet Fionna didn't respond. But if Marshall Lee still had a pulse (and thank Bonnibel he didn't) there was a good chance he'd be dead by now, as Fionna clung so tightly that she began to leave scratches on his back.

"It wouldn't be so bad if you just looked—" He managed to pry her head off his shoulders, and the moment Fionna saw nothing but water, her breaths shortened. She began to gasp, muscles tense and showing no signs of loosening.

"Marshall I wanna go back, please, this is too much—"

She prattled on, terror turning her into a nonstop talking machine, until Marshall got an idea. A crazy, dangerous idea.

He dipped himself below the water quickly, dragging Fionna with him.

"Stop it! Just stop it!" The blonde managed to get a punch in his eye as they came back up, before she realized where the hell she was, and clung back to his neck.

"I'll never get over this. I—I just can't…"

"Fionna. Look at me." He managed to lead her eyes in his direction, and held her face there with his hand, so she wouldn't try to move. Finally, she looked him in the eye, sobbing as she did so.

"I'm scared, Marshall."

"I know," His forehead collided with her own, and Fionna said nothing, brown eyes closed in terror, "I know you are, but you have to trust me. I've got you, and I will never let you go."

She stayed quiet at first, and sniffled, resting her head on his shoulder. Looking up, Fionna brought her hand out of the water, lifting up a pinky.

"Promise?"

He felt her smile, and his walls came down for a quick second. Marshall Lee smiled back, putting his lips to her soaked forehead and wrapped his finger around hers.

"Promise."

SAPPY LOVE FTW.