Author's Note: This one is a bit longer. Please review! I usually am able to work faster when I get comments. I might post another chapter tonight if I get it done. Thanks for reading :) ~mexican polarbear

Two

Fionna's eyes flutter open. She smiles at the large skylight above her head, gazing at the pink, fluffy clouds. The blonde adventuress rolls over in her large bed to find the other side empty. He always got up before her. She sighs, feeling worrisome. 'Why was my heart acting all messed up yesterday? I'm in love with Gumball and that's that, stupid heart,' she sighs to herself. She forgets the evening before and all the feelings along with it.

Gumball, her Prince clad in pink, polka dotted boxers, walks in carrying a tray of breakfast and tea. Peppermint Maid walks behind him carrying another. Fionna looks up from a book. She sits up in their bed, grinning.

"Reading?" Gumball asks, setting a tray on her lap. A warm aroma fills the room. Fionna inhales deeply taking in the scent. She nods. What was she reading about again?

"It looks delicious," she whispers, throwing the book on the floor. Prince Gumball flinches as it hits the light pink candy tile. He leans over his tray and kisses Fionna sweetly. They both smile into each others' lips. "You're so sweet," Fionna teases as she cuts into her plate of crepes. Gumball watches her eat, utterly in love with this girl. "What?"

"Nothing, love," he mumbles. They eat on the bed, careful not to spill anything. Peppermint Maid would be disappointed if they did. "You're hair is lovely. I really like it."

"You do? That's good. Cake said she isn't even done yet. She's going to to cut it shorter..." Fionna groans. She shows with her hands how short it will be. Gumball smiles.

"You'll still be my beautiful princess," he says, biting into a strawberry. Something about how he eats it reminds her of Marshall Lee. Butterflies fly around in her stomach. Fionna shakes her head. 'Quit thinking about him!' She lets out an exaggerated sigh. "What's wrong, love?" His pet names were nothing like Marshall's.

"Oh, nothing. Just a little tired, that's all." Fionna gives him a small smile to reassure him. "Really, I'm fine." Fionna pulls her hat over her head, not shoving her hair in. She picks up her tray. "I'm going to take this to the kitchen." This bought her some time to think. Fionna places the tray on a windowsill and runs to the gardens. The gardens were a gift to Fionna. Almost no one was allowed in them.

Fionna stands near a stream with her arms crossed. She was wearing a loose fitting, low cut nightgown. It hugged her curves perfectly, given that it was a little too small. Marshall Lee had never seen her in this. She pulls down on her bunny ears.

"Why am I thinking of him so much? This isn't right! Only Gumball is allowed to make me feel this way!" Fionna mutters, watching the gummy fish swim by. Fionna walks, well, runs to a secluded area. No one could see her here.

A large fountain stands in front of her as she sits on a marble bench. She really did love her Prince. The thought of getting married to him was amazing. It was like a dream come true. Fionna buries her head in her palms. "Why Marshall?" she whispers.

"What's the story morning glory?" a deep, handsome voice asks. She knew who it was. Fionna could feel the warmth radiating off of him as he sits quite close to her. A pain settles between her thighs. She crosses her legs. "Hello? Is the little bunny dead?"

"No..." Fionna groans, questioning her body. 'What the hell?' she wonders as her heart begins to beat faster. "I'm just thinking." Marshall's face drops. He furrows his brow, worried for his best friend.

"What's wrong?" he asks. Whenever Fionna was sad, he could tell and he always had to help. His eyes travel her body. The hem of her nightgown ended just below her panties. It was extremely low cut and her breasts were barely covered. Fionna feels him staring and attempts to cover herself up.

"Nothing." A tear forms in the corner of her eye and rolls down her rosy cheeks. Marshall Lee kisses the tears away, something he always does when she cries. They were getting more intimate and they could both feel it. Fionna's adult body was making his temperature rise significantly. He pulls his hood over his blue baseball cap, thinking he might be getting burned by the sun.

"You're warmer than usual," Fionna whispers, leaning into his embrace. She listens to his dead, unbeating heart. Marshall Lee coughs awkwardly, shifting so she couldn't lie on his lap. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm fine really. I was just thinking, that's all. I don't know." Marshall Lee smiles.

"Are you absolutely positive? I mean, I'm not leaving until you prove it, or I'll have to do something about it," he whispers seductively. Fionna squeaks and jumps out of his hug.

"Glob, Marshall Lee! Can't you hold your hormones in for five minutes?" she boasts, balling her fists at her sides. "Seriously, I'm not into that stuff!" Marshall Lee, wide eyed, flips his palms up. Having stopped ageing at 22, he was stuck with teenage hormones.

"Whoa, girly. I was only messing with you. You know, fun? I'm seriously not liking this new you," he mutters, shoving his hands in the pockets of his gray jeans. "Fionna, call me when you wanna act like the same old bro you used to be, okay?" In an instant he was gone. That was like a punch in the throat to Fionna, something she thought was the most painful injury. What was worse was that she felt like she just rekilled Marshall Lee after beating the tar out of him.

Had she just ruined the seven year long relationship between them? She broke their own personal bro-code and she had hurt his heart guts.

"Glob, what do I do? I probably ripped out his stupid vampire heart, or whatever!" Fionna groans, pulling on her bunny ears again. She paces back in fourth in front of the bench she was sitting on with him. She could still feel that classic Marshall Lee the Vampire King hug and kiss on her. Gosh, she was going insane.

Marshall Lee falls face first onto his bed. The black comforter was smothering him, but he didn't give a shit. 'What was up with Fionna? Sure, she usually flips out when I tease her like that, but... she acted like I was going to rape her on the spot.' Marshall Lee groans into the pillows of his bed. Girls confused him, especially Fionna.

"I know her so well, but so little." Marshall's temperature was rising. He throws his hoodie on the floor, taking a deep breath. He stares at his ceiling. The ceiling fan turns slowly, blowing his hair back against his pillows. He sighs. 'She's just being weird again. As usual. I shouldn't be surprised,' he thinks, closing his eyes. "Damn I miss the old, Fi." He expected the phone to ring instantly, but it didn't. That hurt.

Maybe he could kidnap her tonight and take her for some much needed adventuring.

Fionna falls onto her down filled comforter. Her strapless, blue summer dress fans out around her. She smiles to herself, watching the clouds through the skylight. She was finally happy for the first time today. Fionna had the wispy, white curtains on her four post bed closed, concealing her in her own bliss.

"Love?" Gumball calls. She giggles.

"I"m on the bed. Well, in the bed since the curtains are closed." Gumball opens the curtains, peeking inside. He frowns, seeing her sloppy appearance. Her hair was framing her face perfectly, she smiles at him with half lidded eyes. Fionna grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls him on top of her. "Are you busy?" She whispers, nuzzling her nose against his.

"Well, actually-" Fionna cuts him off with a passionate kiss. "Fionna, you know I'd like to wait till we're married," he says, kissing her cheek.

"Please?" Gumball sighs, giving in to her incredible beauty. All of the large windows were open, blowing a warm summer breeze into their bedroom. The white curtains follow the breeze, tickling their backs and their feet. Fionna kisses him deeply. Her back arches as his lips trail her jawline. She gasps. He was never this... outgoing. Her fingers were unbuttoning his dress shirt as he kisses her. Her hands travel his toned, but not ripped chest. 'I guess baking all the time has some benefit,' she thinks.

"Fionna, I love you," he whispers straight into her ear. Her skin prickles. Gumball's lips travel over her collarbone, he stops just below her cleavage. Fionna moves out from under him, back turned. He slowly unzips her dress. He slides his hands along her curves.

The sun was setting, creating a gentle glow in the room. Gumball kisses her just between the shoulder blades. He reclines against the pillows as a now naked Fionna sits on top of him. He stares at her, lightly holding her hips. Fionna leans down kissing him. She was surprised he was being so eager. His fingers play with the lacey edge of her panties before sliding his hands over her breasts.

"Don't stare," she whispers, embarrassed.

"Why can't I take pleasure in staring at the most beautiful women in my life?" he asks, furrowing his pink eyebrows. Fionna smiles shyly. Before she could object, he was on top of her, careful not to crush her under his weight. Her Price leans close to her, kissing her breasts and sucking slightly. Fionna arches her back. She bucks her hips against his. A breathy noise leaves her lips as he massages her breasts. He blows on the spots he kissed, sending shivers down her spine. Her fingers tangle in his pink, soft hair. Her breathing hitches as her chest raises off of the bed. The phone rings, loudly. Prince Gumball sighs. He rolls out of the bed and answers the phone. He talks in a hushed, worried voice. "Sorry, love, I have to go," he announces, buttoning his pink, striped dress shirt again. Fionna leans on her elbows.

"Really?" she asks, annoyed. "Are you kidding me?" He kisses her cheek, and jogs out of the room. "The whole gobbing world better be ending," she groans.

Fionna snuggles into the sheets, not bothering putting on a nightgown. She had woken up three hours earlier than usual, so, being Fionna, she was exhausted. She sighs. 'I had finally gotten him to relax and he had to leave to the Cloud Kingdom. Again.'

"I suppose I won't be trying that again. Who knows, we'll probably be interrupted by our honeymoon."

Marshall Lee was sitting in front of her. They bloodied and bruised from a fight with a giant. As Marshall healed before her eyes, Fionna winces at the pain in her leg. She wished she could heal like him. Then, she could always adventure without worrying about getting injured badly. Marshall Lee smirks, realizing she was staring.

"Do you like what you see, babe?" he teases, flexing his muscles a few time for added effect. Fionna wanted to say yes, but what if he didn't feel the same way?

"No, I'm just mad that I can't heal like you," she replies, wrapping up her knee with a piece of clothe. Marshall Lee was suddenly closer to her. His eyes were glowing bright red.

"I know a way I can make it better," he whispers, looking her up and down. Fionna swallows a lump in her throat as he leans in close. She closes her eyes. Their lips meet with a kiss.