And then she's nuzzling against his bare chest, smiling up at him, her eyes shining with joy. He meets her gaze with a grin, and tousles her wet hair.
"Are we just gonna be all naked and wierd, or are we actually going to shower?"
The vampire chuckles, taking the washcloth from his hands. She begins to gently scrub at his skin, lathering up the soap and rubbing away the dirt, sweat, ashes and blood.
"Marcy... what are you..."
"Shh. Just let it happen. Afterwords, you can clean me."
"But... why? I can wash myself!"
"Dude... it's like, romantic and stuff. Just... wait. You'll see."
So he waits, and she continues to his back. The feeling of her hands upon him makes him shiver as his heart beats a little faster...
"Marceline..."
"Shh."
"But if you keep going, I'll-"
"Dude, it's fine. A boner never killed anyone. I won't be mad."
He shivers again as her hands move lower. She turns him around so his backside faces her, and begins washing his legs. At this point, the human is rock hard, and it makes him blush as he covers it with his hands.
"Finn."
"Y-yeah?"
"Stop."
"Stop what?"
"Stop being all embarrased and stuff. It's fine."
She reaches the acid burn on his calf, but doesn't scrub it, not wanting to hurt him. Instead, she gets the rag good and wet before wringing it out over the wound, letting the cool water wash over it. Finn groans, long and low, as that deliciously numbing coolness runs up his leg, making the pain go away for a moment. The vampire grins; her plan worked.
"Does that feel good, dude?"
She does it again, and he whimpers, bracing his hands against the wall to steady himself.
"Glob yes... it's great..."
She snickers as she stands up, casting the cloth aside.
"Then you're gonna love this."
She wraps her arms around his midsection, pressing her bare chest against his back and resting her chin on his shoulder.
"Marcy, what are you-"
"Relax. I promise, you'll like it. Just... enjoy it. Take your mind off the Litch, and all that other flumped up stuff; I can feel the knots in your back, Finn, and this stress is gonna kill you if we don't do something."
She kisses his neck, suckling gently at his soft, warm skin before giving it a tiny nibble that elicits a soft moan from him as he quivers.
"W-w-what are you gonna do?"
"I'm going to show you how much I love you, ya big doofus."
She bites his earlobe, giving it a tug as her slick, soapy hand moves to his already erect member; she teases him at first, running the tip of her pointer finger over the tip, down the underside of the shaft, and he bucks his hips against her hand as he groans quietly.
"Oh man, Marcline, this is... holy... oh Glob..."
She wraps her fingers around it, gently grasping his length as she begins to pump him, using the soapy water for lubricant; her body is still pressed tightly against him, pinning him between her chest and the wall. He whimpers again, shaking his head and groaning as his legs quiver.
"M-M-Marcy... please..."
She stops, but doesn't let go, and kisses his neck affectionately.
"Dude, don't freak out. Stay calm..."
"But this is-"
"Wrong? No, it's not. It's natural, and I WANT to do this for you."
"Why?"
She sighs, tilting his head to the side to look him in the eye.
"Because I love you. Because you NEED this. because I WANT this. Because it's fun, and it feels good, and afterwords you'll wonder why you ever hesitated. Do I really need a reason to pleasure my boyfriend?"
"I-I guess not, but... wait... boyfrien-ahhh..."
She started to move her hand again, slowly stroking up and down his throbbing meatstick, and he trails off into a groan. She doesn't stop.
"Yeah, dude. Boyfriend. And I'm your girlfriend."
She punctuates this by biting his neck, hard.
"You okay with that?"
The human nods with a tiny whimper as he bucks against her hand again and murmers something under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Please..."
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear you."
She teases him with a smirk, giving his shaft a firm squeeze that makes him quiver and shake as his head tilts back and he moans.
"More..."
"That's what I thought."
And just like that, she's won. She continues to stroke up and down his length, occasionally tightening her grip for a moment just to watch him squirm; he starts to pant, and tiny, almost squeaky moans punctuate each breath. She grins, realizing what's about to happen.
"Marcy, I feel... like... gonna... explode..."
"Yeah dude, that's what happens. It will be okay after, I promise."
"But what if I-"
She leans up to whisper in his ear as she picks up the pace and her thumb rubs at his tip.
"Stop talking and cum for me, Finn."
And he does, letting it all out against the shower stall wall as he cries out her name, his hips bucking hard, thrusting into her hand.
"Marcyyyyyyy!"
She lets go, quickly using the shower water to wipe his spunk off her fingers. He still leans against the wall, his hands planted firmly, short of breath and red in the face as he stares down in amazement.
"You okay, man?"
"I... I don't... that... wow."
"That good, huh?"
"Better than anything ever in the flopping world."
She chuckles, still hugging him close from behind, resting her cheek against his back; she can hear how fast his heart is beating.
"See? Told ya I wouldn't hurt you, you dweeb."
He nods slowly, turning to face her and taking her in his arms, holding her tightly as he gently strokes her hair.
"I'm not a dweeb, and I love you."
"I love you too, and you're SUCH a dweeb you cant even tell me the name of what I just did to you."
he frowns as she makes fun of his virginity, pouting and looking away from her.
"No fair."
"I'm just messing with you, man, relax. The names aren't important, it's how it makes you feel."
"Well... I still feel awesome. Like I could fly, or punch a hundred orcs."
"Yeah. That's how it feels."
"Every time?"
"Pretty much."
He stands there in silence, holding her in his embrace for a moment, before a thought occurs to him.
"Hey..."
"Hmm?"
"You said after you finished with me, it would be your turn."
She sighs.
"I did, didn't I."
"You did."
He's looking down at her with a grin, and she returns it.
"Dude... do you even know how?"
He shakes his head, once again ashamed of how inexperienced he was compared to his new lover; but she saw the beauty of it... she got to teach him.
"I can show you, Finn."
And so she pulls out of his hug, and begins the lesson.
"Alright, so first and foremost, kiss me and stuff. With tongue. really TRY. You could even... er... nibble me, every once in a while. It may or may not be my biggest turn on."
Finn nods, looking her delicious curves up and down with his hungry gaze, taking in her beauty; her slim, lithe little body is amazing to him.
"And kiss my neck. Bite it, too, but not hard enough to draw blood... there's kind of a spot there... you'll never find it, though, and I'm not telling you where it is."
He frowns.
"Why?"
"Because you don't give your students the answers to your tests, goof."
"Oooh... sure, yeah. Test. Go on."
"Right. And then-"
"Marcy?"
"Yeah, dude?"
He walks behind her, mimicking her actions from earlier, pressing his chest against her back and wrapping his arms around her stomach. She can feel his still semi erect manhood sandwiched firmly between them, and it makes her breath hitch.
"I'd rather learn through hands on experience."
She quivers in his grasp, looking off to the side and blushing hard.
"O-okay... just, erm..."
"Anything. Anything at all."
"Be gentle with me, Finn..."
The way she murmurs it, her voice husky and low, full of her need for him, makes his stomach flutter; he tilts her head to the side and kisses her passionately, wrestling with her tongue, and she groans against his lips.
"Finn..."
"Just tell me if you want me to stop."
"Don't... more... please, more..."
So he keeps going, moving down to her neck, exploring it with his lips, tongue, and occasionally his teeth. As he reaches the spot just above the left side of her collarbone, she whimpers and shivers in his arms, and he knows... he found it. He found her spot, and it makes him almost giddy.
"Finn!"
He stops immediatly as she cries out.
"Woah, what? You okay?"
"Y-yeah... keep going. You're... you're doing great."
"Sure, Marcy."
So he continues, running his hands up her body slowly, tracing her sides, until he reaches the tiny mounds of her breasts.
"Go ahead, dude. They're all yours... I'm yours."
She purrs these words into his ear, and he bites down on that spot on her neck, hard, as his hands massage and knead the soft flesh of her chest; she moans, quite loudly, and grinds her butt against him.
"Finnnnnnnnnnpleaseeeeeee..."
"Shh, I will. Don't worry."
He takes her nipples between his finger and his thumb, but he pinches too hard and she has to show him how to do it right; after a few tries, he gets it down pretty well, and she's back to grinding and groaning.
"That's good... but... I need... more..."
"How? Marcy, I don't... I've never..."
"Like this."
And she takes one of his hands away from her chest, gripping him by the wrist and guiding it down between her legs. he explores tentatively with his fingertips until they find something very soft, wet, and slightly sticky.
"What... what do I do, Marcy, I can't-"
He's pannicking, his heart racing as he realizes he has no idea what he's doing.
"Relax. I'll show you."
She places her hand directly over his, using her fingers to guide his as she makes him gently rub across her lips, tracing them with his fingers. Eventually, he memorizes the shape of the outside, where to touch, that weird little thing at the top that makes her let out a high pitched whine when he touches it.
"Woah, what's-"
"Leave it alone for now, it's kind of like... like a cheat code for a video game. Use it towards the end."
This advice seems to get through to him, and he avoids her clit for the moment. She removes her hand, and lets him work as his other hand continues to massage and play with her breasts.
"N-now what..."
"Go inside, carefully. Gently. Slowly. ONE FINGER AT A TIME."
She makes sure to stress this last part, and he obeys, slowly sinking his index finger into her dripping folds centimeter by centimeter, eliciting a lusy moan from her lips; she rubs herself against his hand, panting a little.
"That's good... now move it... in and out... start slow."
He begins to slide it out, then back in, up to the second knuckle, careful not to go too deep; something strange happens when he brushes a certain spot near the top, about three inches in. She whimpers again, clenching her teeth and seizing up against him for a moment.
"Does it hurt, Mar Mar?"
"N-n-nooooo... oh, glob, Finn, right there, I'm gonnna..."
He smirks, realizing that he's doing well; this boosts his confidence as he rubs at the spot he found continously, making her squirm in his arms and moan continuously, incoherently. She's so close, he can feel it, can hear it... so he sneaks his thumb up to her pleasure bead, gently pushing the hood aside and rubbing it with the tip of his digit, in slow circles as he continues to finger her.
"Don't stop, Finn, I'm about to-"
She's cut off as he sucks on her neck, right in the same place as before, the one that made her mewl like a kitten; Her whole body tenses up, and her walls clench tight around his finger, and she cries out incoherently. Suddenly, his hand is very warm, wet, and sticky. She pants, coming down slowly from her climax as she falls limp against him.
"Woah... Marcy, are you..."
"I'm fine. You're fine. Everythings fine."
She closes her eyes with a sigh, smiling wide.
"Did... did I do good?"
She turns to face him, draping her arms around his neck and kissing his lips softly, affectionately.
"Look at your hand, and ask me that again."
He looks down, and his palm is still full of her lewd juices. He grins, realizing what that means, what he just did.
"ALGEBRAIC!"
"Like punching orcs."
She laughs, he laughs, they both crack up as they finish cleaning themselves and turn the shower off. As they're both getting dressed, she flashes him a grin.
"That was amazing, dude. You're like, the best boyfriend ever."
"You're the cutest undead creature that I haven't had to slice in half."
She punches his shoulder as she cracks up.
"Dweeb."
"Love you."
"Love you too, but you're still a dweeb."