Sorry for the slow update, haven't had the time to write. Sadness.

A week had passed since the bathroom incident. After the Prince's case of mistaken species, the Flame Queen had barged in, and hit her son hard on the back of the head. She had scolded him for running off and stalking Finn, "Can you not wait to bed the boy! You have just met!" she yelled, much to the horror of both boys. The Prince didn't expect his own mother to set him up to be a deranged pervert. The hero sat on the floor, mouth agape in horror at the 'potential rapist'.

Before the flame male could defend himself however, his mother had grabbed him by the scruff of his collar and dragged him away, letting the hero and his canine companion know she will send a message for an arranged date.

Our hero lays on the furs of his bed, pushing off the sleeping bag for the time being. A knife storm was raging outside. Though it was one of the 'awesomely beautiful' things Finn had ever seen, it was too dangerous for him to be out in it. He was glad he could go knife hunting after the storm was over though. Sometimes he'd pick up an interesting blade for his collection of weapons. Thinking of all the creatures he has fought, he licked his lips at the remembrance of the latest creature that was 'attacking' him.

Finn honestly hadn't much against him, but after what the Flame Queen said, the boy was little nervous. He was paranoid to attacks, and creeps. He didn't want to date a boy that would be lurking about watching him and randomly barging in on his privacy. Marceline did that often and though Jake and him got use to it, they were still really concious about how comfortable they got in their home. He didn't want to be on higher alert but he was prone to paranoia.

'I wonder what FP is up to right now.' blue eyes thought as they stared at the foliage of the ceiling.

"What do you think Prince Finn is up too?" asked the Flame Prince to Flamby.

"Hmm, well ah could che'k but the storm makes it difficult for me sire." the flambit replied.

"No, its alright. I was just wondering." mumbled the Prince.

On the plush bed of his room, he laid watching the lava veins flow through the rock ceiling. Flamby curled at the foot of the bed, she was much like a cat that liked to sleep in during storms. Though she was somewhat of a servant, the Prince was glad that he found a friend in her, else his outlook would probably be more bleak and deary then it already was.

Blue eyes flickered through his mind again. He groaned as he remembered the sight of water moving along smooth expanse of skin, drawing his attention from the bright orbs to follow its trail lower into golden sunlight hiding most of the other's modesty in their thickness. Blushing he thought, 'Never knew water could look so appealing.'

Coal eyes hide behind orange lids as a haze took over his mind. The image became clearer as he fell into light slumber. Sighing he let dreams take over.

The meadow was beautiful, colours danced across the plateau swaying with the light breeze. Looking at his feet, he was glad to see that he wasn't burning any of the delicate flowers with his presence. Moving through the field, he basked the fresh air, a rare thing for a kingdom that burnt up oxygen faster then it can be made. Luckily they weren't ordinary flames, else they would have snuffed themselves out.

The meadow's edge was in sight, the prince got close and peered down. He was above the clouds, and it amazed him. He had rarely seen them, and here he was above them. Cloud creatures weaved though the fluff, surfacing into view occasionally. A smile made way to orange lips at the sight.

Following the edge of the cliff, he slowed his exploration as he saw a figure in the distance sitting with their legs dangling off the edge. As he got nearer he broke into a quick sprint as quick recognition of the silhouette. The two small nubs on the top of the person's head was a dead giveaway. Finn turned to him the closer he got and just watched until he stopped in front of him, catching his breath. "Prince Finn?" the Flame Price breathed out. "Call me Finn man." Replied the boy with a lil annoyance in his voice.

"But that is most disrespectful." Sputtered the Prince, cheeks staining. "We should be more accustomed to each other before we acknowledge the other without a title." Mumbling the flame as he looked off to the side. He missed the raise in his interest's eyebrow, but caught the sigh.

"Do I offend you?"

"Nah, Just that I need to clear up some stuff with ya." It was the Flame Prince's turn to raise his eyebrow now.

"Such as?" He never got an answer though, as a large crash jolted him to his senses and he awoke. Alone in his room.

Finn woke up from the shock of the cliff side crumbling beneath him as the dream world fell apart. He let out a breath of relief to know that he was safe in his room and not carelessly rolling down a steep side of elevated terrain. He could almost feel the rocks gashing at his skin, the pressure of the hits he received every time his body made contact with the Earth, but he knew this was probably muscle memory from the numerous times he had fallen or gotten beat up on an adventure.

Sitting up and stretching his shoulders, He thought back to the dream and saw the excited eyes of the Flame Prince having found him. He assumed he was alone in the meadow and was just going to spend the day lazing about in peace when he heard the Prince run up to him. Looking up at the boy he couldn't help but wonder why he was there, 'did he stalk me here?' worried the hero. Realization hit Finn like punch to the face, he dreamt of the Prince. Heat rushed to his face. He didn't even know if he romantically liked the suitor yet but dreaming of him must have meant something.

Jumping out of bed, he ran to find Jake. His brother knows everything so, he figured Jake would know what was going through Finn's head. The dog was found in the kitchen cooking up some sausages for dinner when Finn came running in shouting his name. Jake casually asked what's up but a distraction from BMO and the goal of this conversation left the mind of the boy with occasional short term memory when it came to things like this. The night continued on as per normal in the Treefort.

Yay another chapter. And yea, figuring how Jake could have a dream convo with Jermaine when they fell asleep at the same time, I figured, Finn and FP could too. Sorry for the shortness.