Second Drabble: Fionna has cramps and Marshal has the cure.
(From now on I'm calling him Marshal, no second L)
PMS Time With Fionna And Cake.
There was no way the cat outside Fionna's tree house playing a violin with Gumball's Monochromicorn could've been Cake; no, not on a day so mild-mannered and beautiful and just waiting to be adventured. But when Marshal Lee touched down on the grass, and began walking towards the giant Oak, the look on the cat's face said everything. It was Cake all right.
But it was just Cake. No Fionna.
"Cake." He nodded at the orange-spotted kitty, smirking as her ear twitched in apprehension, "Fionna around?"
"Yeah, she's inside laying down. Y'know, those darn lady problems."
The emphasis on 'lady' had Marshal cocking an eyebrow, and Cake lowered the violin from her chin, making a face at the vampire. But he didn't come to play guessing games and shrugged it off quickly, pretending it never happened.
"Can I see her?"
"Wouldn't do that if I were you, bro," Cake lifted the instrument once again, shaking her head, "Today isn't the day to be messin' around with her. She didn't even wanna go adventuring today…but you can go check up on her if you want, I guess."
"Thanks. See ya Cake. Later L.C." He heard a series of hooves tapping the ground and took it as a goodbye, waving over his shoulder to the cat and unicorn-thingy.
Marshal floated through the wooden door, unnecessary as it had already been unlocked, and through the floor, to the upstairs bedroom. Legs only a few inches from the floor, he made his way to Fionna's room, knuckles rapping on the door.
"Fiiionnnaaa~! Get the hell up, sleeping beauty!"
Marshal was greeted by a groan not a few seconds later, followed by a slew of mumbled words. At least he knew she was still alive and well, just a bit cranky, and probably a little sick (Fionna had to be if she was cooped up in the room sleeping, instead of adventuring). The Vampire crossed his arms, once again banging on the door, determined not to leave until she opened up, or he came in.
"Come on Fionna, let's go! I—"Marshal stopped, mentally flipping through the list of excuses he used to motivate the young adventurer on her lazy days. The light bulb suddenly flashed, and he cleared his throat, "Gumball wanted me to come fetch you. Said something about a romantic date tonight at his place?"
He smirked, listening intently to her soft footsteps as she trudged to the door, the locks clicking as she opened them. The hinges creaked, and unruly blonde hair surrounding a pale face stood in the way.
"Are you serious?"
"Nah." Marshal invited himself into the room, and Fionna made no attempt to stop him, fatigue weighing heavy over her. All she wanted to do was get some rest (and find a chocolate horse to go to town on), not to be bothered. The teen groaned, plopping down face-first on her bed.
"Then get out." Her muffled, but evidently irritated voice brought a laugh to Marshal's lips, "Today's not the day, bro."
"But why, girl? Don't you wanna go…I don't know, kill a dragon or save a prince from the Ice Queen? What's wrong with you?"
"Well, I haven't seen a dragon in nearly two months, and The Ice Queen is on vacation until Thursday."
She groaned, rolling over on the bed and exposing the heating pad that she once lay on, and Marshal Lee could almost hear the gears clicking in his own head.
So that's what Cake meant by 'lady problems'.
"…No wonder I smelled Sardine."
"Marshal!" Fionna's eyes narrowed dangerously, and the vampire leapt out of the way as a shoe whizzed past his head, striking the wall behind him with enough force to make a dent. He turned back, and this time the left shoe didn't miss, the heel bashing into his temple. Marshal hissed, covering his bruised forehead.
"The hell you have stilettos for?"
"You just got your answer." She pointed to his head, chuckling as she did so, "For beating the snot out of vampires."
"Ha-ha-ha. Hee-larious. So I guess you're not going outside today?"
Fionna shook her head, the feeling of nausea making her reach for the seltzer water on the dresser and gulping down a swig. She sat up, brushing her yellow hair back.
"No. At least not until these cramps go away, and I've tried literally everything to make them go away, but they're not budging," she groaned once again, holding the bottom part of her stomach, "God, I feel awful."
Cramps? Marshal walked towards her, taking a seat on the bed as Fionna used her foot, attempting to nudge him off, but to no avail. He was a damn vampire king, after all.
"Marshal, when I said get out, I didn't mean make yourself comfortable on my bed. It meant get out, before I shove another shoe where the sun don't shine."
He snorted, shaking his head, "Give me a minute, babe. I have an idea."
"Don't call me…"
She started her sentence, but ended up gasping when Marshal flipped her on her back like a hamburger on a grill, her protest smothered by pillows and strong hands rubbing her lower back. And for a time, much to Marshal's relief and Fionna's surprise, the girl actually was at a loss of words.
"See?" He whispered, not inches from her ear, "Marshal knows what he's doing."
"Mhnnn…alright 'babe'," Fionna sighed happily into the pillow, mouth having a hard time at forming any words, "I'll give it to you; you've got the magic fingers."
"Many a lady agree," Turning up the knob on the heating pad, Marshal pushed her yellow hair out of the way, giving her shoulders a soft rub, and humming softly, "And If you'd like me to go a bit lower..."
"Down boy, down."
