Marshall knocked on the door of Fionna and Cake's tree house, a little too eager to be there for something as simple as...hanging up a jar? Whatever, he didn't care what he was doing, he just wanted to be around Fionna. The crazy over protective cat was going to be an obstacle, but he'd find away around her. Just the idea of Cake being there put a damper on his mood. Mostly because of the potion, but he didn't know that. It disappointed him when he saw that Cake was the one to swing open the door.
"You here to hang up the jar and open the picture?" The sassy cat asked.
"Uh, yeah," he answered.
"Come in," she allowed, walking away and leaving the door open for him to walk in. He did so and closed the door before following her up the ladder to the main room. The first thing that caught his eye was the sleeping adventuress curled up on the couch, her face buried in the pillow she was hugging, and her knees pulled up to her chest. He couldn't help but smile at the sight.
"Fionna fell asleep on the couch, so you'll have to wait for her to wake up before you can help her," Cake said flicking her tails towards the sleeping blond.
"I don't mind waiting," he said floating over Fionna and pulling some hair from her eyes.
"You can sit with her, just don't try anything," she allowed.
"I won't," he promised and sat at the end of the couch, the top of her head barely grazing his thigh. His smile widened as he ran his fingers through her hair, and she slightly nudged her head in to his hand.
"No, don't put the toaster there..." she mumbled in her sleep. Marshall chuckled.
"She does that sometimes," Cake informed him.
"Sleep talk?"
"Yeah, the other night it sounded like someone was trying to take away her chicken nuggets or something like that," she recalled.
"I guess the adventures never stop with her," he said tucking her bangs and apart of her hat behind her ear.
"Stupid vampire," she murmured. He grinned.
"Did she say something?" Cake asked. Marshall looked up.
"Uh, I think so, I didn't hear," he lied.
"Alright."
Fionna shifted her head up on his thigh, letting go of her pillow and grabbing his knee instead. Marshall quietly laughed to himself and rested his hand on her shoulder. She was so endearing, he wanted to kiss her all over. That was his biggest problem; wanting to kiss her all the time. Every minute he's been with her or around her he's wanted to place his lips everywhere and anywhere he could on her soft skin. He sighed and slid his hand down her arm until he got to her hand, and tangling his fingers with hers.
Her eyes blinked open finally, and the first thing she saw was Marshall's hand interlocked with hers. She lifted her head and realized she was using his leg as a pillow. When did that happen? When did he even get here?
"Morning, sleepyhead," He greeted giving her hand an affectionate squeeze.
"When did you get here?" She asked sitting up to stretch and yawned.
"Not too long ago, so where's that jar you want me to hang up?" He teased. She frowned.
"I meant to say open a jar," she mumbled.
"I know, I'm just pulling your leg," he smirked.
"I have to go upstairs and do somethings, so don't do anything crazy while I'm up there," Cake announced. Fionna had a mental freak out. Was she leaving her alone with him? She couldn't do that! What if he tries to kiss her again? There's no doubt he will!
"Okay, have fun," Marshall replied. No! Of course he'd be okay with being alone with her! 'This is a disaster!' Fionna thought. 'I'm done for!'
"Do you really need help opening all these jars?" Marshall asked as Fionna emptied her cupboard. She set down her tenth jar and the cupboard was only half empty.
"Uh...yeah, I do. You got a problem with that?" She retorted setting down the next jar.
"No, but why do you need pickled radishes and...catnip?"
"Catnip!" Cake called from upstairs.
"Why does it matter?" She continued placing jar after jar on the counter while avoiding his eyes. It was obvious he's been staring at her, his gaze was burning in to the side of her head.
"Can't I be curious?" He replied reaching for the first jar.
"Curiosity killed the cat," she said, not really answering his question.
"Sweetheart, I'm already dead," he reminded her. She blushed.
"D-don't call me that," she stuttered.
"Why not?" he challenged.
"Because I'm not your sweetheart, and just because you're already dead doesn't mean you can stick your nose where it doesn't belong," she snapped.
"Whatever, you just won't admit that you called me over here with this lame excuse to hang out with me," he accused.
"I did not!"
"Yeah, you did," he argued calmly.
"What makes you think that?"
"Because I seriously doubt you can't open any of these jars. You can't use the helpless act on me, Buns, I know you too well," he crossed his arms stubbornly as she grabbed a jar of jelly.
"Y-yeah, well they're really-ah!" The jar slipped out of her hand and shattered on the floor, leaving a glob of red jelly and glass between them. "...tight," she whimpered. Marshall rolled his eyes and grabbed a towel from the counter, scooping up the jelly and plopping it in the garbage before wiping up whatever was left.
"Maybe I could call you butterfingers instead," he teased.
"It slipped because you were making me angry," she grumbled glaring down where the glob was and blushing furiously at her mistake.
"Because you wouldn't admit you just wanted to hang out with me," he countered.
"I didn't-" she groaned. "You're so dumb."
"Wow, Fi, I'm really hurt. That stings," he replied sarcastically.
"Shut up and open the rest of these jars," she ordered bitterly.
"Hold up," he said.
"What?" She asked impatiently. He suddenly stepped in front of her, his feet on the ground and coming much to close for Fionna's comfort (or so she told herself). She tried to push him back, but he continued leaning forward towards her face. "Marshall, stop," she said weakly. She was only half fighting him, her muscles not even close to working to their full extent as she back up against the counter. It wasn't that she wanted him to kiss her, she was just tired is all...right?
"Hold on," he pulled her chin up and pulled her face closer. Fionna squeezed her eyes tight and waited for the moment when their lips would meet, but instead he tilted her face to the side and dragged his tongue up her cheek.
"Ew! Gross!" She shrieked wiping off the vampire spit from her face. "What was that for?"
"You had jelly on your cheek," he told her pulling back.
"You didn't have to lick it off!" She shouted angrily, her face the color of sweet roses.
"You didn't try very hard to stop me," he responded placing his hands on the counter, and trapping her against it.
"Yes, I did, I even said stop," she reminded him.
"Did you really want me to stop? We both know you easily could've pushed me or punched me away," he spoke softly as he leaned closer, looking her in the eyes and making it impossible to look away. "That is, if you wanted to."
"I-I didn't want to hurt you," Fionna muttered quietly, his face getting closer once again.
"You didn't want to hurt me, or you didn't want me to stop?" He challenged, a smirk present on those soft lips of his. Fionna gripped the counter behind her, his body mere inches away from hers as she felt his thumb brush over her hand. She bit her lip nervously, trying her best not to look down at his flirtatious smirk while remaining silent.
"Did you think I was going to kiss you again?" He asked. "I don't blame you, I'd think the same thing, but if you want me to kiss you all you have to do is ask."
"I did't call you over here for you to kiss me," that was true, probably the first thing she told him that wasn't a lie today.
"I believe you, but you didn't call me over her to open some jars either, did you?" Fionna nodded, not saying anything else.
"Then why did you?" His face looked so close, if only it was closer. She felt her chest tighten as his hand feathered over her hip and settle on her waist.
"PG wanted me to keep an eye on you..to make sure the sleeping potion had fully worn off," she lied. He smirked.
"You can assure him that I'm wide awake," he murmured and finally leaned closer to kiss her.
As soon as his lips touched hers she could feel her brain go to mush, and her heart melt at how gentle he was. Her knees felt like jelly and her lips felt like they were being dipped in gold. He pulled away too quickly. The simple kiss was enough to drive anyone crazy. Her eyes fluttered open to see he hadn't budged an inch more from her lips, biting his own and desperately staring at her mouth. Without thinking, she tilted her head forward and kissed him.
As much as she hated to admit it, she kinda enjoyed kissing Marshall. He didn't burn through the crust of the earth like Flame Prince did, and he didn't taste artificial like Gumball did that one time she won the wizard battle thing. Instead he tasted like strawberries, and that was a different kind of sweet. She liked it...but only a little.
Her hands remained by her sides and holding on to the counter for dear life, and Marshall's hand on her waist moved over hers. She let him loosen her grip and tie his fingers with hers, holding her hand and lingering his mouth when they pulled away again.
"I don't think that was a good idea," Fionna murmured, her brain still a big pile of mush in her skull.
"It was a fantastic idea," he breathed and pressed his body up against hers, reaching up to cup her face and capturing her mouth for the third time.
"Marshall-" her words were devoured by his lips which calmly pushed in to hers. If she thought she (kinda) liked kissing him, she had no idea how much bliss Marshall got from kissing her. "Marshall...wait." He stopped immediately and pulled back to see her pink face.
"Did I do something wrong?" He asked. She shook her head.
"No, it's partially my fault, but we shouldn't be doing this," she confessed.
"Why not? I get that you don't love me, but you obviously like me," he smirked.
"No, I don't. We're friends," she told him sternly.
"I know," he replied.
"Friends don't kiss each other," she informed him.
"Thats very controversial."
"Contro-what?"
"It's arguable, and I'm arguing against it," he explained.
"It's not arguable. Friends don't make out, couples do."
"So couples can't be friends?" He questioned.
"Well...they're more than friends," she pointed out.
"Yeah, but they're still friends." She furrowed her brows in thought and groaned in frustration.
"Whatever! We're not at the level of friendship where we kiss each other!" She snapped.
"We obviously are since you kissed me."
"What? You kissed me!"
"True, but you kissed me too."
"That doesn't matter, you started it and it was in the moment!" She argued.
"So you wouldn't have kissed me if I didn't kiss you first? I have a very hard time believing that."
"Why is that so hard to believe? I don't like you, so there's no reason for me to even think about kissing you," she claimed stubbornly.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Fionna? Are you in here?" Fionna instantly shoved the vampire away from her at the sound of Gumballs voice and accidentally knocking over a few jars on the counter.
"Bread balls!"
