Salutations one and all. I've got three chapters to post today. But first, as always, my pre-show chat. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to leave a review, and to one very special person who even sent me a PM. People seem to be pretty intrigued wit what I have going here, so I'll do my damnedest not to disappoint. With these few chapters I've attempted to go a little further into characterization and interaction between the two. I've been writing instead of studying for exams. Huzzah! Oh well, on with the story.


It was now nearing midnight as Finn finished setting the last of the dishes to dry. He had required a short tutorial to learn how to use the dishwasher, but it was a very simple machine to operate. The larger cooking implements needed to be hand-washed, and Finn was just placing the last pot on the drying rack. This was one of the most… eventful days of his life and had taken his toll on him, as was evidenced by his heavy eyelids.

His chore complete, he returned back to the lounge to see if Marceline had any last tasks for the day. The light had been turned off earlier, and now only the soft glow of the TV allowed Finn to see. Not immediately seeing her, he peered over the couch to catch her snoozing lightly.

Finn was content to leave her like that for at least a little longer, for now was the first time today since being called by the merchant he had had a chance to think to himself without the anticipation of a new order. Where else could his thoughts turn except to his new mistress. With her cloak shed and with no risk of her catching him staring, Finn was finally able to get a good look at her.

Finn could tell she was very pretty the first time he saw her, even in her disguise. Her face looked so serene, lost in slumber as she was. Her hair was as black as obsidian, and flowed down her back almost reaching mid-thigh. Her body was lithe, yet slightly toned. Her skin was smooth and incredibly pale, almost seeming to be a grayish hue. Presently she was dressed in a pair of tight fitting jeans and a deep cut white t-shirt revealing a hint of her chest, fair sized but not exactly ample.

While Finn appreciated her for her physical beauty, his thoughts turned to how she had impressed upon him in a day. 'She seems nice. Much nicer than the merchant. Smells better too. Plus she even let me eat with her! I guess serving her won't be so bad, maybe it will even be a little nice. On top of everything she looks like me. At least more than anyone else I've seen. The Merchant always said 'Hyooman' when he talked about me. Is she one? Man she sure is pretty.' He thought, unable to focus on anything but her.

But at that moment he noticed something odd that hadn't yet caught his attention. Something, rather two things seemed to be catching the light off the TV and glinting below her lip. Curiosity overwhelming embarrassment, he inched his face closer to hers. 'Are those… her teeth?' he pondered, observing the two pronounced canines extending just below her bottom lip. This brought to mind images of certain dog-people, many of whom had sharp teeth like hers.

Looking to the clock to see it read 12:32, Finn became aware of how long he had been watching her. Realizing she'd probably be much more comfortable in her own bed, he decided on risking waking her. He grabbed her shoulder and lightly began to shake her. Marceline began to stir from her rest, eyes slowly opening to reveal her new slave awakening her.

"You fell asleep on the couch here. I thought you might like to go to your actual bed." He said quietly. Rousing further from her sleep, she sat up and gave a deep yawn. "Thank you Finn, but what are you still doing up?" she asked, knowing how late it must feel for someone so young. "I was just finishing the dishes. Is there anything else you… need tonight?" he asked, interrupted by a yawn of his own. Marceline could tell he was exhausted. "No, and you should really get some sleep. C'mon, I'll show you to your quarters." She reached to grab his hand, and again Finn tensed dramatically. This time, though, he seemed to relax much quicker.

She led him into the hall, noticing that Finn had already turned out all the lights. 'They must have been too harsh on his eyes this late. It's way too dark for him to see. I gotta get some nightlights for the halls.' "Step carefully, we'll be heading up the stairs now." She said to Finn, who was too tired to even give a response. They reached the top and Marceline led him through a door to the left. The room was pitch black, so Marceline led him still to a far corner where she had prepared a bed. Guiding him to it, Finn collapsed on the soft mattress. Too tired to really take note of anything, the comfort of the bed immediately pushed him over the precipice into sleep.

Marceline threw a blanket over his form, then left the room to find her own. Normally she'd have no problem being awake at this hour, but she had to get up early today to get to the bazaar. As a consequence her sleep schedule was totally screwed up. Stumbling into her own room and bed, her last thoughts before passing out were of Finn. 'I think I may have made the best purchase of my life.'