Marshall Lee stood outside on his front porch. He needed the cool air, because his blood was still running hot. I mean he deserved a fucking award for keeping his cool while he flew Fionna home, even though he could feel her heat and with his vampire vision see her breasts when his shirt was flapping . . . Marshall Lee covered his face just thinking about it. I'm so in deep shit. He hadn't been that close to a human in so long, especially one he loved, and he remembered how that had turned out.

The pain in his chest began to become overpowering, so he picked up his bass and started strumming. His fingers automatically plucked chords that he created long ago, humming along with it. He could never find words for this song; they were never good enough. All he could sing along was the word sorry. . . Sorry . . . but sorry was never good enough either.

Suddenly he felt a finger lightly brushing a tear from his face. He instantly looked up, realizing he was crying, but saw no one there. Marshall shook his head, knowing it was late and that he should take Fionna home now. He set aside his bass and flew up to his room.

"Fionna are you ready?"

"AH, GIVE ME A MINUTE!" He heard shuffling around and lots of clanging. "Come on you globing button!" Strange, he thought. To him, it sounded like she had something on . . . but was trying to take it off.

"You've had forever, you must be dressed. I don't care what clothes you picked they can't be that bad . . ." He grabbed the doorknob and turned it.

"NO MARSHALL!" He took one look at Fionna and stopped dead in his tracks.

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Why can't I stop blushing? Fionna took off the towel and looked through his closet. Does this guy have nothing but jeans and flannel? Suddenly Shwabelle jumped into the closet, and with struggle, clawed her way to the back. Knowing that Marshall Lee hated Shwabelle's fur even being on his clothes she dove in after her.

"Shwabelle this isn't funny! I have to find some- oh!" As Shwabelle gave up and darted out of the closet, Fionna looked down to see a trunk with a bit of fabric hanging out. Feeling it, it seemed slightly womanly. Marshall did say I could use anything in his closet . . .

Fionna instantly threw open the lid and pulled out a red dress, with lots of frills and roses covering the dress. Frills aren't really that style . . . but it's so beautiful! To Fionna, it looked like a dress that she and Cake's mom wore at their wedding.

It fit like a glove, and after patting it down, she found a lump in one of the pockets.

"A ring? What the . . ." She knew Marshall wasn't the type for jewelry, and her heart dropped into her stomach as she looked inside the ring. "Forever," It read. Looking at the top of the golden ring she found a jewel carved into the shape of a heart.

'OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT' was all Fionna could think before she hear Marshall Lee knocking on the door.

"Fionna are you ready?" Fionna tried desperately to get the dress off, and as she was trying to unbutton the buttons the ring slipped on her finger.

"AH, GIVE ME A MINUTE," the ring was stuck. FUCK THIS IS GOING ALL WRONG! "Come on you globing button!"

Fionna heard Marshall Lee mutter something, and the doorknob started to turn. All Fionna could do was run at the doorknob to try and lock it . . .

"NO MARSHALL!" He suddenly looked up and froze. If she thought he could turn any paler than before she was wrong. Marshall Lee stood there, looking deader than ever before.

"Marshall I can explain! See Shwabelle was in the clo-"

Fionna couldn't get the words out of her mouth before they were in his, as he held her tight and kissed her. Fionna instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck; feeling as if she couldn't breathe. The way he held her . . . it was if he hadn't seen her in years and couldn't get enough of her.

Fionna suddenly remembered whose dress she was in . . . Marshall Lee's wife's dress. Fionna stopped kissing him and tried to pull away, but when she did he only held her tighter.

"Marshall . . . please, I'm sorry I-" Marshall Lee tilted her head up to meet his, as he brushed away her tears.

"I know what you're thinking." Fionna saw him give a smile that he usually makes before he does something she ends up beating him up for.

Suddenly Marshall Lee took hold of the dress and pulled it apart, leaving it in shreds on the floor as Fionna was left exposed. Before she could say anything else Marshall Lee had Fionna's finger in her mouth.

"MARSHALL LEE!" Fionna couldn't think of anything to say because she was so flustered; and as Marshall Lee was sucking her finger she yanked it out and turned around. Marshall Lee quickly pulled her back around and held the ring in her face. With one quick movement, he crushed it into dust.

"Your wife's ring!" Fionna looked as bits and piece danced to the floor. As she looked up she couldn't see the immature Marshall Lee, who played jokes on her and chased wolves with her. Here, in his place, was a wiser and adult Marshall Lee.

"No! Fionna, no. I've never been married. This was someone's who was dear to me but that chapter of my life is gone. I've been living in the past for too long and although I'll live forever I want to spend my days living them as if they're my last. And Fionna . . ." Marshall Lee took her hand and held it to his face. "I want my last day to be with you." After realizing what he had said, Marshall blushed and looked away, embarrassed.

"M-Marshall!" Fionna squeezed her eyes shut, trying to figure out if this was a dream of hers. Her heart was soaring and she felt as if she never wanted to come down. She opened them and leapt up to kiss him. If this is a dream, don't let it stop. . .

After kissing for a while, Marshall Lee stopped and looked down to her.

"Fionna . . . you, err . . . know that this might . . . I MEAN IF YOU DON'T WANT TO I RESPECT YOU AND . . ." Fionna started laughing.

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Marshall Lee blushed, thinking she was mocking him.

"Duh Marshall Lee, don't forget that Cake had babies while you were gone. It's not like she wouldn't explain to me what tier 15 and have kittens." She giggled and nuzzled her head in his chest.

"So you . . ."

"GLOB NO MARSHALL!" She looked up, red as a tomato.

"Well . . . so I guess. . ." Marshall Lee suddenly remembered that fact that she was stark naked.

"I-I mean . . . I don't know . . . maybe . . ." Fionna looked up at him. Her blue eyes were shimmering, afraid and excited. Marshall Lee smiled and gently bent down to kiss her.

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BROWN CHICKEN BROWN COW.

Hope you guys are ADULT enough to handle this. Just imagine this as Dean and the Angel's sex scene from supernatural. I assure you, it was nothing like Sam's. -_-