Marceline sniffed around her room, then herself. She cringed at her smell.
"Ew, am I seriously making out with my crush smelling like this? He must have pulled away cause I smell like ass. Damn me and my blind ass nose." Marcy cursed herself. She rushed herself into the bathroom and started a hot shower. Once the mirror started fogging, she undressed herself. Then she quickly jumped in, forgetting to close the door all the way. Marshall rushed back up the ladder and looked around for Marcy. He thought to himself 'Damn it, you missed your goddamn chance with a hot chick. Stupid motherfucker. Thinkin bout fucking pie when you got a babe in front of you.' He face palmed himself and looked around the room for somewhere Marcy could have gone. Under the bathroom door he could see steam. He knocked gently on the door making sure not to open it all the way. (Cause that would be rude. Duh.)
"Marshall?" Marcy asked in the middle of washing her hair. Marshall blushed and swallowed his embarrassment.
"Yah." He said trying to sound cool about it.
"Hey I'm just grabbing a quick shower, I'll be out in a minute." Marceline explained washing the soap out of her hair. Marshall smoothed out his shirt and took a deep breathe.
"Can I join you?" He smirked. Marceline rolled her eyes and smiled.
"You don't have the abs for it, skinny." Marceline teased. Marshall took that as a challenge and gasped a overdramatic gasp.
"Is that a challenge?" He asked.
"Yah." Marceline taunted. Marshall shook his head.
"Fine if I win, I get to shower with you and if you win, you get to punch me in the stomach." He explained. Marceline thought a moment and nodded.
"Ok, eyes closed, shirt off and walk in slowly." Marceline agreed. Marshall did as she said and walked in slowly with his shirt off. Marceline at first didn't examine very hard and glanced at his six-pack. She nearly said he lost when she made herself look again. His abs made her drool, even Ash had never been strong enough to pull off his shirt in front of her. Marshall smirked and flexed a little bit.
"Did I win?" He asked tauntingly. Marceline wiped the drool from her lip and took a deep breathe.
"I suppose so." She asked as coolly as she could. Marshall smiled and took off his convers.
"Just to make you feel safe, I'll leave pants on." Marshall said.
"Ok, and keep your eyes closed perv." She laughed.
"What! That was not part of the deal!" He grouched. Marceline laughed loudly.
"Hey you didn't specify, so I decided." She teased. Marshall stepped in the shower and kept his hands in his pockets.
"Then what is the point of me even being in here?" He asked. Marceline shrugged.
"I don't know what where you expecting?" She laughed. "And keep your hands to yourself." Marshall frowned.
"Alright, Alright. But if you touch me, I get free reign." Marshall said. Marceline rolled her eyes.
"Fine." She said putting in her conditioner. Before she knew it, the conditioner spilled on the tub's floor and she had to catch herself on Marshall to avoid falling.
"HA! I get free reign now!" He said, groping around the small space. Marceline could only avoid his strong arms for so long. Before long, he was able to wrap his arm around Marceline and pull her closer to him.
"I guess since you can feel them you might as well open your eyes." Marceline sighed. Marshall opened his eyes to see the naked Marceline. Her long hair covered her private but not her breasts. His face reddened.
"I-I-I was right." He stuttered. "You really do have a uh- nice," He swallowed deeply. "breasts." Marceline blushed as well. "C-c-can I uh touch them?" He asked looking down at her. She nodded slowly as she looked up at him.
"S-sure." She said. His hand slowly grasped one of them and he turned a new shade of red. Marceline gently kissed his cheek and his face flushed. He started to kiss her neck slowly, then he licked it softly. Marceline couldn't say a word, all she could do was let out short gasps and quiet moans.