Marceline stared at the tomato and crinkled her nose. They were good on grilled cheese, yeah, but they gave her weird and lucid dreams.

She sighed and gave a small shrug and flipped the grille cheese over, watching it sizzle on the stove. She turned around and...

The tomato was gone.

"What the Hell?" She whispered and turned around. Marshall was right there, so close to her face and Marceline jumped. "Marshall Lee!" She was panting and he laughed and held up the tomato.

"And you didn't even notice." He sounded so smug, the bastard. Marceline growled and glared and slowed her breath she didn't need. "Not cool Marsh."

Marshall just smirked. Marceline reached for the tomato; he held it up in the air. "Fucker," Marceline hissed under her breath and flew up to catch it.

Then, he brought it down and she nearly fell onto him. She hung onto his shoulders and glared, right into those glowing eyes. "Gimme it."

"No."

She could hear the grilled cheese slowly cooking and a spider crawling under her kitchen. She leaned forward. "Gimme it."

"Say please."

"Give me the damn tomato."

"I said, say please."

Marceline looked at her king with a long, hard look. "I don't wanna Marshy." Pouting has gotta work. It works every other time on him.

"Say please, Marceline."

"But-"

"Now."

Normally, Marceline wouldn't take orders from anyone.

But, she needed that damn tomato and Marshall was giving her the sexiest look, so, she said it. "Pleeeeeeease?"

He handed it to her and grinned, making her glare. She inserted the red fruit between the bread and smiled at her creation. Right behind her, playing with her hair, was Marshall Lee.

It felt nice when he played with her hair. Really nice.

She took a bite and smiled. "Mmm."

Marshall just kept playing with her hair, braiding and pulling gently. "Your hair is too long."

Marceline thought about it. "You think? Should I cut it?"

"Nope." He moved her thick, black hair over her shoulder and leaned down, planting a kiss on the back of her neck. "It's beautiful."

Marceline smiled and finished her sandwich, leaning on the counter. "I'm bored."

"Oh my, what should we do?" Marshall Lee gave a dramatic sigh and Marceline stepped on his foot, which didn't faze him at all. "Shut up, smartass."

"That's no way to treat your boy toy."

Marceline blushed. "I... Whatever. Whatever."

He smiled, wrapping his arms around her slim waist. "Marceline, I think you're beautiful."

Marceline blushed more. "Why all of a sudden tell me that?"

Marshall smiled. "Because I love you. And you're fucking gorgeous."

Ash never told Marceline that. And, maybe it was because Marshall knew she was emotionally unstable. Or maybe, he wanted sex. Or, maybe, just maybe, he meant it.

"Marcy...?"

"Sorry. Yes?"

He smiled and kissed her shoulder. "Nothing."

-xXx-

Marceline tries not to giggle, as she thinks it sounds to girly. But Marshall's kisses are too tickling and too sweet. "Marshall, cut it out!" She makes a cute laughing sound and Marshall Lee kisses her again, right above her heart.

She sighs as he goes lower, like he had before and it feels nice. "What are you doing?"

"Loving you." His lips land right on her navel and goes lower and lower until she shrieks. "Ahh, Marshall Lee!" That shriek turns into a moan and that moan turns into the noises she made several minutes ago when he was doing the same thing.

"Oh, jeez, Marshall Lee~" Her slender fingers thread through his thick, black hair and she pulls at the strands.