Chapter Seven
Fionna's POV
"Flame Prince, what are you doing here," I had to clear my throat to make sure the words didn't come out sounding weird. The intense hatred radiating from Marshall almost making it hard to breath as the room became awkward in an instant.
"I came to see you for your birthday, or are we not friends?"
"Of course we are friends!"
"Good," his flames brightened with joy, a smile crossing those lips as he went to say something else but Prince Gumball spoke up to grab my attention.
"Fionna, come blow out the candles to the cake I baked you!"
PG was standing beside a ten tier cake, filled with loads of candles and fondant images of all the battles my sister and I have done over the years to protect the land of Aaa.
"Nuts, I'm freakin' all about sugar and eating cake! ...but I'm even more all about feeding hobos!"
I threw a fist in the air from excitement, the sudden pop of icing and cake exploding making everyone in the room freeze in fear.
At the top of the cake, LSP had suddenly busted through, rubbing icing over his body while trying to strike sexy poses.
"Alright ladies, there is enough of the Lump-ster to go around. Ah yeah, you know you want these lumps," he made kissie faces the whole time which really didn't help the situation any.
"What tha?! My cake! Oh LSP, HONESTLY," PG said glaring up at the Lumpy Space Prince, putting his hands on his hips with a long, disappointed sigh.
I slapped my forehead with the palm of my hand, laughing while shaking my head. That was so disturbing, but coming from LSP, I would never expect anything less.
"It's okay, I brought enough pies for everyone," Tree Trunks said, motioning to the pies that were lined up on the counter.
This made everyone cheer, LSP still stuck in the cake striking poses as Gumball tried to get him to come down.
"Alright! TT, your pies are always the best!" Cake said shoveling two pies down, a group huddling around the baked goodies while I continued to open presents.
"LSP, you got me, a can of beans?"
I turned to look at him with the can in my hand, lifting a brow at his gift idea.
"Yeah, beanzzz, they go great with marshmallows!"
I shrugged and turned back to look at Flame Prince who mimicked my action and shrugged himself, tilting his head to excuse himself.
"I'm going to go catch up with some people. When you're ready for your present, let me know."
I nodded as he walked away, about to open another gift when the slight strum of bass cords caught my attention. They were being carried with the wind which made me instinctively look around the room for Marshall Lee.
Woah, when did he leave the party?
Getting curious, I stood and followed the sound outside, finding him on the roof playing his axe bass with those demon eyes closed; concentrating on the notes played.
"Marshall," I asked while crawling from the ladder to make it to his side; sitting down when he noticed my arrival.
"Oh, sup Fi."
"Why are you up here dude," I watched as he turned to face me, floating down to actually sit indian style in front on me instead of hover. Seeing him actually sitting with his bass in his lap made him seem almost, human.
Marshall Lee's POV
What the hell is he doing here?
He has some nerve showing up after breaking Fi's heart. What, are you back for another dose, you heartless ball of burning gas.
And to think, there exists someone I hate more than old Bubble-butt.
With him here, I needed to get away. Fionna seemed distracted by him enough as if was, so she would never even notice if I left. So I floated to the roof to be by myself until I could talk to Fionna in private.
Pulling on the strap to my bass, I started to pluck at the strings, practicing her birthday song to make sure I had the cords just right for when she would hear it. I wanted to make this song the best I've ever written.
It wasn't long before Fionna's voice rang from behind me, causing me to stop mid-strum and turn to face her.
"Oh, sup Fi," I said while sitting down to mimic her when she took a seat.
"Why are you up here dude?"
"It's become... too crowded down there," I spat out the words, making the dripping hate ring on their syllables as they passed my lips.
Her eyes blinked, thinking over the hidden meaning before she nodded with recognition.
"Because of FP?"
I rolled my eyes at the name, putting my attention back on the axe in my lap, plucking at a few more cords to avoid answering the question.
"When are you going to teach me how to play the bass dude, you said you would but I'm still waiting." Fi asked, her voice teasing and playful.
When a thought struck my mind, I smirked, looking up to her through my bangs as that smirk grew into a sinister grin.
"Come here," my voice was low, seductive as I continued to keep her captive in my stare.
She fidgeted where she sat, clearly debating on the best action to take, though to my surprise she crawled over and sat in front of me, taking the axe from my hands.
Placing it in her own lap, she tried to position her fingers awkwardly at the neck of the bass, her other hand strumming the cords to create a jumbled and disorganized sound.
My body twitched to the noise, but I chuckled and shook my head, moving to sit on my knees as I wrapped my right arm around her waist to hold her right hand so I could control the strumming.
With the other hand, I moved her fingers to they would be placed properly on the neck with the cords pressed down that I wanted her to play. Pressing my cheek against the side of her head, I whispered in her ear, coaching her.
"Okay, now hold these three notes down like this, and strum very lightly once to test if the sound is right."
She done as I told, keeping my hands on hers I barely guided her to play.
"Good, okay now hold these two cords down, like this, and strum twice."
Again, she done exactly what I told her, making me smirk against her hat. She was learning quicker than I had thought.
When she got the hang of moving her hands by mimicking mine, I started to sing in her ear, very soft but still enough that she could hear the song I wrote her.
"And I'll sing you lullaby,
Tonight there's no kiss goodbye.
Close your eyes to my melody,
Baby I can sing you a bittersweet harmony.
It's in voice,
Girl don't look back,
You're everything I've been waiting for.
Call me the big bad wolf,
A masked villain.
I'll be your bad boy,
If you can handle what I'm givin'.
Girl I'm wicked,
Evil,
Just one taste and you're already addicted.
You already know,
King of the Nightosphere.
I can be your biggest pleasure,
The deepest fear.
These lyrics are my spell,
And you're lost in my power,
I'm gonna,"
I could not help myself, without finishing the song, I used my lips to brush a trail along her neck, the feeling of her body instantly stiffening causing me to teasingly growl with possession.
My lips parted, placing a kiss behind her ear; moving down to place another kiss until I made it to her shoulder where her stuttering voice made me smirk against her warm flesh.
"M-Marshall, what are you," she turned just enough to look at me, those eyes wide with uncertainty, though there was no fear like there had been that one night. Instead, she continued to stare at me with confusion and the slightest hint of longing.
My eyes dropped down to stare at those pink lips, instinctively leaning in to playfully run the tip of my tongue over the surface of her bottom lip.
Her body shivered in reaction, and before she could refuse, I firmly captured her lips in a kiss; putting my hand on the back of her neck so I could pull her even closer into the embrace.
The kiss was slow, yet intense as she imitated the action; and by the time I pulled back she was violently panting for air.
She could only stare with her mouth dropped open, touching fingertips to that mouth to make sure she wasn't losing her mind.
Fionna's POV
Marshall Lee's voice against my ear sent cold chills throughout my body, goosebumps forming just from the feeling of his hot breath on my skin.
I was lost in the moment until the feeling of his lips against my neck brought me back to earth. I couldn't think, but the butterflies and fire building inside the very core of my soul was enough to let me know this was actually happening.
I could barely manage a whispered sentence, turning so I could look at him to see if I was dreaming again like always.
Any minute now, something is going to pull me from my dream, and then I'm just going to end up in my bed like I always do.
Though nothing was pulling me from this scene, and I was still here. And Marshall Lee was very much in front of me, leaning in slowly to lick my lips.
Oh my Glob! What do I do, what do I say, how do I-
My thoughts were interrupted when he kissed me.
Marshall Lee...
Is actually KISSING ME?!
Nervously, I tried kissing back, even though I don't have much experience. Considering that Flame Prince is the only other guy I've ever kissed and that was painful and only once. This though, was something I could not explain, just the feeling of his cold lips sucking on mine, is so addicting that I never wanted it to end.
My body was mesmerized, and I just wanted to melt in his arms. When he pulled back, my lungs gasped for oxygen, air I had not even realized I was lacking until I started to pant uncontrollably.
Wow, I never thought he could have that type of effect on me.
The moon made his dark hair reflect the silver rays like highlights when he tilted his head down, those onyx demon eyes watching my every movement with domination; almost like he secretly just called ownership over me.
Letting out a controlled exhale, his fingers ran through his hair, biting his lower lip as he leaned back to support his body on one hand.
"...whoof," he said through the exhale, eyes finally flicking away from my face when Cake's voice called out my name from inside.
"Fionna, you're missing the party! Girl where did you run off too?"
Marshall smirked when I struggled to stand, my legs wobbly and almost as useless as noodles from what just happened.
"Do not even think this is over. We are going to talk about what just happened later, do you hear me," I said while pointing at him, his hands raising up to show he surrendered before he floated up to grab his bass and follow me back down to the party.
Okay, that really happened. Oh my grawsh, I just kissed Marshall Lee!
