Chapter Three: Kiss The Girl

Bounding up to the front door of a charming little house hidden deep within a spooky cave, Skyla shoved at the door, knowing that Marshall Lee almost never locked his door, and when she thought almost never, she meant never ever. It didn't matter if he was gone, staying at one of his countless other homes, she always knew that he would leave the house unlocked, fully counting on the fact that no one would even go to his place, and if they did, they'd neither not know about the door, or would be too frightened to enter a vampire's lair. It was an assumption that served him well, except for when it came to Skyla (though once Fionna and Cake had entered his home while he was out, but their intentions were completely different from the elemental girl).

Slipping inside and strolling into the house as if she owned it, she froze when her eyes fell upon the couch. Technically, he wasn't on the couch since he was always floating, but for all intents and purposes, he was on the couch. Stifling a scream, she ducked back into the kitchen before either Marshall Lee or his... friend... could notice her intrusion. How could he? This was supposed to be jam time, not 'let's see how far I can jam my tongue down your throat time'! Collecting herself, Skyla cleared her throat, entering the living room again, fixing an icy glare at the intruder.

"Really! I pull myself from my boyfriend to come here to hang out with you, and you have the nerve to not finish up before I get here?" She stomped her feet and mashed her teeth, steam rising from her head as she raged at her longtime friend.

Popping from the vampire as if he were suddenly contagious, a blonde girl with an attractive figure that left the rancid taste of jealousy in Skyla's mouth stepped into the light, cheeks flushed, "I should probably be going anyway..."

As a person, Skyla liked Fionna, but as a fellow woman, she wanted to rip her eyes from her guts and use her limbs as decorations, though unfortunately, Gumball would never forgive her if she were to act on that impulse. Marshall Lee would probably hate her too, and that was completely unacceptable to her.

"See you later, Fionna." He waved at her, leaving her to find her own way out as he turned to face one of his oldest living friends, "That was uncalled for. You know that you really came here because you find him stuffy and insufferable."

Unsure if she was blushing due to their nearly nonexistent proximity or because his shirt was almost totally open, Skyla quickly tried to cover, "As if! You know that if I found him boring, I would have left him months ago... I need a thrill, and clearly he gives it to me."

Doubting that like a spider lays eggs, Marshall Lee brushed his thumb across her cheek, feeling the way that her spine shivered at the motion, reveling in the knowledge that he wasn't entirely wrong, no matter what she said, "Not compared to what I could do with you."

Gold, Gum, Fire, and Blood

Finn Looked at Skyler, confused by his cryptic words, "What do you mean? And answer honestly, or I'll make you pay, and the toll is quite high."

Shaking his head at the other boy, Skyler sighed, wondering to himself if the other boy hadn't banged his head against one too many bad-guys, "You really can't be that naive, can you? You're sixteen now, so it's time that you start thinking with all of your body."

Looking as if he was on the edge of understanding, Finn blinked at the other teenager, "But you're sixteen too."

"Wow." Skyler smacked his own head, "We're not talking about us right now, are we? Not that I'm knocking that idea if you're game, hero-boy." Winking at him so that the other two missed it (even though the Flame Princess was more than aware of her lecherous cousin and the way that his devious little mind worked), he continued on a serious note, "Lady Marceline and Princess Bubblegum are old friends. Special friends," Skyler enunciated, "Special friends. Now, think, what does the term 'special friend' mean? And," He cut him off before he could answer that, "I don't mean special in the normal context."

Wrapping his head around the idea, the pure-hearted one looked at Jake, then Skyler and the Flame Princess, back to Jake, finally resting his gaze (albeit grudgingly) on the only prince in the group, "But they're both girls..."

Looking imploringly between Jake and his cousin, she spoke up at last, "I don't know about Prissy-pants Bonnibel, but Marceline is like my cousin here... They go both ways."

Gold, Gum, Fire, and Blood

Maybe it was that he said "with" and not "to", or maybe it was the fact that she had secretly loved him since he had saved her life all of those years ago, but she found her best friend trying (and succeeding) at one-upping her boyfriend. Hand on her thigh, fingers spiraling the skin between her stockings and her skirt, he gave her a challenging look, a look that spoke nothing of thought or remorse. The look he was giving her was contagious, sapping her of her will...

"Oh, Fionna, you naughty little adventurer!" Marshall Lee's voice broke through the illusion Skyla had created, causing her head-movie to end abruptly, leaving her wanting more, even just for the sake of knowing what would happen next.

Shaking herself, stomach falling guiltily from her butt, she turned to the kitchen, and taking a knife, she began to carve Marshall Lee a message on the shiny red apple he was planning on eating for dinner, "Next time you invite me over, at least have the decency to make sure that you're free from your girlfriend by the time you wanted me over. I did the same for you."

She didn't bother leaving a name, though there was still room for it with her nearly microscopic handwriting; the message should have been clear enough to leave no doubt in his mind as to who had written it. Admiring her work, Skyla opened the door so she could storm out uninterrupted, but before she left, she tossed the apple into the room like it was a live grenade. Fleeing before they could register what had happened, she didn't know if it had made contact or not, but as a matter of fact, it did - the plump fruit had collided perfect with the back of his head.

Elsewhere...

Back in the Kitchen, Prince Gumball began cleaning up the mess that he and Skyla had made, and by cleaning up the mess they had made, it is really meant that he was staring at the wreckage, unsure of where to begin - at least, that had been the case until a certain helpful palace staff member had wandered into the kitchen by sheer chance. Gazing up from his place in the eye of the storm, Gumball smiled sweetly at his maid.

"Oh, Peppermint Maid, you're a sight for sore eyes," Charming as ever, he made it abundantly clear what it was that he wanted from his most faithful servant (though servant seemed too harsh a word), "Would you mind?"

"I'll take care of it, milord." The candy curtsied, politely ushering her Prince from the room.


Disclaimer: I don't own Adventure Time, only my little blue people, Skyler, and his female counterpart, Skyla ~

A/N: Fionna and Marshall Lee for life! Ok, maybe not, but I really do love that pairing! Sixteen or not, I like the idea that Finn will always be Finn! I think the rest of the chapter speaks for itself, but maybe that's just me...