Author's note:
I am so so so so so so so so so so SORRY! I LITERALLY WASTED 4 WEEKS OF HAVING THE CHANCE TO UPDATE ON STUDYING PHYSICS!
Anyways…
!The Winner*s!
and Masked Shadow The Killer!
So, they both replied in the same time, I got no choice -.- And for the others, I appreciate you guys participating, seriously! Don't get mad at me D:
I'm looking forward seeing these two characters in the story for they will also be protagonists, I think or supports. xD
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Enjoy this chappy!
Chapter 8
Today is Monday, supposed to be that it's sunny, happy and relaxing. Not today, because it's raining.
"This month we will be having a storm come to our country, hitting Aaa city the most. As you can see here, the wind's direction…" the news reporter on the television says.
"Well then, I guess we won't be having school for weeks again." Marshall says, grabbing a gray umbrella.
"Again?" I ask him.
"Yep, every time that this month of the year comes, classes will be suspended for weeks, sometimes months." he throws a strawberry at me, I catch it with a hand.
"Thanks." I say, looking through the window.
"Don't mention it Fi." I hear him smirk. I sigh and get my green backpack. I wonder where Cake's been.
"Have you seen Cake anywhere? she's been missing for days now." I hope silently.
"The kitty?" He turns to me.
"Yeah."
Marshall stops to think for a second and looks at me sternly. "Fionna." he starts. I look at him the same way he does but fail to do so. For some reason I can't keep a good eye-contact with him. "Do you think that your cat is weird?"
"Why would I think of that?" I curve my eyebrows. He sighs and looks away.
"Nothing, just asking." he walks out of the doors. I hang my bag over one shoulder and follow him outside.
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A lightning flashes, after three seconds, the thunder echoes throughout the city. In the classroom I look outside the windows. What a heavy rain, rather, storm this is. I rest my head on a palm and look at Flame to my right. To my surprise, he's already looking at me. He blushes slightly and silently says hi to me. I wave my hand at him and look in front.
"So, Greek mythology is great. Who knows Percy Jackson here? Raise your hands." Our teacher, Mr. Leo asks. All of the students raise their arms up, including Flame but not me. I feel my cheeks redden. Looks like I'm the only 'not-updated' one here.
"Glob, you don't know that?" Lump whispers at me. I cover my face, I feel so ashamed. A hand taps me on the shoulder, I look at Flame.
"Percy Jackson is a book about gods also demigods, romance and adventure. Percy and Annabeth are the main characters there." he says while guiding my arm to raise it up. Flame looks at me with such kind eyes. "Now you know it." he smiles at me.
I give him a gentle look and blush a little. He's so kind, gentle and warm. Like a calm fire, sitting on the plank of woods between those happy people whom like the warmth emanated from the source.
We both have a staring contest until a knock on the door comes. I see the teacher pop his head out of the doors and nods. "Looks like we have some announcements class!" Mr. Leo claps both of his hand. "Please come in."
All of the students look at the door. I give myself a face palm and slowly slide my hand downwards from my forehead.
Why does he have to be everywhere?! I think.
The boy with the same raven hair comes onto the platform and sweeps his hair aback, I hear some flirty whispers from the girls. "Hey, my name's Marshall Lee from class A. I will be this year's student council's president."
Marshall's eyes shift to mine and wink at me. I hear some girls squeal, I roll my eyes and cover my eyes with a hand. This is so embarrassing. "Classes are suspended!" a girl shouts. She puts a hand on Marshall's shoulder and grins at us brightly. "My name is Isabella Duchannes, but you can call me Bella or Bell because I really don't want to make it sound like I'm from Twilight." She has a long, brown, wavy hair. Her eyes are a colour of red, maroon to be exact. Her nose is small and so are her hands and fingers. Lastly, she has a perfect figure, a b-cup chests, just like a Barbie doll. Isabella then whips her hair a bit, that's when I saw her dark blonde highlights. Beautiful.
I hear some boys gossip on how beautiful she is then after a while, I see her pinch Marshall's cheeks and I notice that she keeps on bumping her arm with Marshall's.
I'm so ashamed. I don't even know who Marshall's girlfriend is, not even a single thing about his life! I cover my eyes with my hands. I peek between my fingers and see Marshall smile at Bella. Slowly, I raise myself from my hands and part my lips. I feel something aching inside me. My heart. Am I jealous?
For a while I just keep on asking myself am I jealous but then answer it that I'm not. I quickly snap out of it and give myself a hard slap. The sound of me, slapping myself echoes around the room. Everyone looks at my direction. Somehow I don' feel embarrassed at all because of the pain, intensifying against my right cheek. I don't know what I just did nor why did I slap myself in the first place, but I know one thing... Marshall was the cause of it.
"Are you alright?" Bella's voice breaks the silence.
I stutter. "Y-Yeah…"
I see Bella hold Marshall's elbow with both of her palms, her busts almost touching him. My chest tightens. "I'm taking her to the clinic Marshie."
I grit my teeth inside my lips.
Marshie? she's allowed to call him that? I think.
A warm hand touches my burning right cheek. I look at Flame. "Fionna are you alright?" he asks.
I avert my eyes from his dark brown ones as I blush. I feel my heart beat wild as I nod. I feel Marshall's glare. "I'll take her." Marshall says.
"What? No, I'll do it-" Bella tries to stop Marshall.
"I'll. Do. It." he interrupts her and says it again with a sterner and more serious voice almost deadly. Bella steps backwards a bit and smiles weakly, she nods and faces the students. Marshall Lee walks toward me in a fast pace and grabs my wrist then pulls me with him outside the classroom.
As the big brown doors closes with a loud sound, the footsteps of me and Marshall's are the only ones that echoes around the long hallways. He still walks fast, not looking at me. His grip on me tightens after every minute that it starts to burn in pain. "M-Marshall…" I murmur but loud enough for him to hear. He still does not look at me or slows down to check on me. "Marshall…" I repeat again, the same response happens.
"Marshall!" I shout. His grip on me really hurts, I feel his nails bury themselves against my skin. Finally, he stops but does not look at me. I look up to his raven hair to his muscles on the back, outlined by the uniform. I get piss off and clench my fists. "What's with you?! That hand of yours is hurting me like hell!" I snap.
Marshall's hand slowly frees mine. I look at my wrist that happens to have a red mark and the outlines of his nails on it. I bite my lower lip and rub my pained skin with a thumb. "One minute he's happy then after that he's an idiot who hurts me." I grumble. My mistake. He quickly turns to me and glares. "What did you call me?" he says in a serious and deadly tone.
I feel shivers creep to me as my hair on my skin stands. My heart panics. "N-nothing…" I stutter. Marshall puts my hands still against the wall in one swift motion with a sound of a thud, the same time a lightning flashes and a thunder roars. I squeeze my eyes shut and slowly open them to see a Marshall I have never seen before with cold eyes. He inches his head closer to my face. "Oh yeah? I totally heard you say something."
I feel my colours slowly fade away just because of this glare of his. I gulp. I look at his Adam's apple and breath faster silently.
Calm down heart, calm down! I think in the midst of fear.
I slowly look at Marshall's serious red eyes and try to glare back at him with strength, but then my face muscles tug my eyebrows and mouth. I'm about to cry. Either I say I called him an 'idiot' and face the consequences or just stay put under his grip. "You won't tell?" he says. "I'm punishing you then."
I see him get closer to me, I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my fists, my finger tips, touching his hand. Marshall's breath tickles my ear and I start to feel tears brim my eyes. He bites my ear and licks around my earlobe. I squeeze my eyes tighter and feel my heart pounding hard against my chest. I feel his tongue ravish my ear. Electric shocks passes through me as his tongue flicks. My cheeks redden and this time, my heart beats not with fear. My mind is in a turmoil now, I don't know what to do. Marshall then nibbles at the sensitive part of my ear.
I moan softly.
…
WHAT?! I think as I snap my eyes open.
Marshall stops on his tracks and stares at me with wide eyes. I have no idea where did that alien sound come from!
No, No, No!
I'm about to cry not until I hear him snicker. I slowly look at his laughing face, his smile. This is quite the subtle atmosphere. My heart still beats fast and I don't understand a thing here. "That was the…" he starts. "voice I want to hear."
Marshall smirks at me. I feel my cheeks redden more and I put up an angry face. "W-what the hell was that for you bastard?!" I shout. "That wasn't funny, you're grip hurt me like hell!"
Marshall has a smugly smile plastered on his face.
Oh how I want to rip that smile off his face! I angrily think.
"Then I'll heal it for you." he says grabbing my arm. He closes the space between my arm and sucks the wound.
"What're you-!" I say. I'm having this weird feeling again. I breathe a little faster and try to avoid looking at his face. His handsome face…
When he pulls away, I feel a slight disappointment in me. Then he grabs my other arm. "Wait!" I cut him. "Wait…"
Marshall stops and looks at me. "L-let's just go to the clinic." I stutter. In truth, I am getting turned on by him just because of this whole sucking thingy.
My eyes widen suddenly when I feel his wet tongue sliding across my fingers. I can't seem to snatch my hand away from him when this feeling happens. "Why not just let me heal it for you?" he drawls. His tongue licks every part of my finger, I shiver especially when his tongue touches the spaces between my fingers.
"Be…cause…" I choke out the words.
"Hmm?" he murmurs.
I slowly close my eyes tightly. I gulp, swallowing the lump. I can't do it. I feel like giving in to him. Marshall begins to suck my fingers one by one in his mouth then bites it softly. Something is aching…it's not that it hurts…but I feel that something in me needs…satisfaction. My heart rate is rapidly increasing.
Marshall notices me and caresses the sides of my tummy. Tingling sensation fills me all the way from my spine to every part of my body. I stifle, trying to hold a moan out again. I feel Marshall smirk, he knew I was holding back a moan?
Marshall slowly trails his lick from my fingers to my shoulders. His aim must be my neck. Is me, moaning really that important?!
His breath hits a part of my neck every time, it's warm, making my hairs at the end of my skins stand. Marshall's tongue slowly goes up to my shoulder then slides it across, licking my neck. This time, he's pushing me against the wall, his elbows beside my shoulder while his arms are trapping me. He begins to suck and nibble. I grip at his polo, that's when I realize that my hands are on his chest. He softly kisses my neck.
I whimper a bit and clench on him tighter. Marshall starts suck and bite at the same time, he then lets his breath out while he does that, prickling my skin and turning me on. I never thought that this would happen, one minute he was angry at me like he wants to kill himself a bear then now he laughs and turn me on?! What's the point in here? Punish me by beating the crap out of me or make me moan in arousal?
He's so confusing that I don't understand a thing he does. He always makes me nervous around him that I don't know what to do. Why does he woo me all the time? Is he playing with me like I'm some kind of toy or is he really serious that he likes me?
Glob, if only I understand you Marsh, how close we would've been.
Marshall's left hand begins to touch my cheek and caress it gently while he gazes at my eyes. His hand left my cheek then his fingers begin to trail. He touches my forehead with his index finger, then my bridge—sliding to my nose to my mouth, his thumb rubbing my lower lip slightly. Involuntarily, my lips part and open a bit. My eyelids lower down a bit, I stare at his red eyes and get mesmerized. Our faces are just inches away from each other, no one moves a muscle.
"Fionna…" his voice echoes around the long hallway. "This past few weeks…I…"
"Don't say it." I think as I squeeze my eyes shut. "Please don't…I can't…I don't know…"
"Since the day we met, I have already-"
A heel sound stops. My eyes open slightly and turn the same time as Marshall does to our right.
Bella is standing there with her dark brown and blonde hair, beautifully hanging on her shoulders. She cups her mouth and slowly goes forward to us. "I-I can't believe it…"
Tears well up into her eyes. I get alerted and push Marshall off me. "Y-You don't understand, we were not-"
"All this time…" she cuts me, her expression begins to become pained yet not suffering. Bella stops in front of me, I look down to the ground, ashamed. "You never told me you finally got a girl!" she screams.
I just stare at the ground, waiting for her words to pass from one ear to another. My head shoots up to face her. "Wait, what?" I ask.
Bella grins at me and takes my hands into hers. "Pleased to meet you my name is Isabella Duchannes, Marshall's friend to help him find a girl, my age is sixteen, I live at-"
"Woah, woah, woah…what are you doing?" Marshall says. "Fionna is a human not yahoo dot com to ask you every single detail of your life!"
Bella rolls her eyes at him. "Says you."
I scratch my head awkwardly.
"I'm such an idiot, thinking this is Marshall's…" my thoughts were cut.
"So Fionna, would you like to have an overnight for two weeks with me in my house, starting tomorrow?" Bella asks innocently like nothing happened between her and Marshall.
"B-but it's Tuesday tomorrow…don't we have classes?" I stutter.
Marshall smirks at me. "Tomorrow it is guaranteed that classes will be suspended, also for the following, the day after until one month finishes."
"How are you sure that it will be suspended?" I cross my arms and narrow my eyes at him.
He grins and then goes in front of me, he's really tall. "Want to bet?" he says.
I can't back down, he's not God to know what the future holds, he can't guess then be right all the time. I bite my lower lip and clench my fists. "Sure then."
His eyes become dark and somewhat desire fills it. "Loser obeys the winner." he finally says before turning his back on me.
"Oh no, what did I get myself into?! Why am I so nervous, he can't, he can't guess what happens tomorrow, so stop acting like such an idiot and calm yourself down…" I think, laughing shakily.
Bella smiles at me and pats my back. "pack your clothes tomorrow okay?" she turns her heels. "Oh." she looks at me again. Then her eyes become sharp and mischievous. "Don't forget to bring what you need and most especially…condoms." she whispers the last part. "Just in case." with a final look, she winks at me.
My jaw just stays open. I believe we're going to be great friends but I don't know why I am thinking of that, it is so unlikely of me to 'guess' may I emphasize 'guess.'
Just now, I am the only one standing at this long empty hallway. Hearing the pitter patter of the rain against every leaves, roofs, windows, and pavements. I close my eyes and slump at the wall behind me. Seriously, what am I doing with my new life? I can't love so I have to turn Marshall down, I can't give him what he wants.
My heart dried up the day I lost my parents, then I vowed to myself this. "I will never fall in love."
End of chapter 8
Author's note:
It's been a while hasn't it? I figured that I should do some more romance between Marshall and Fionna since I lack 'the time' and… I guiltily admit that one of the reasons why I haven't updated for a while was because of 'Wattpad', the app for fanfictions or self-invented story.
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For the next chappy…
"W-what the hell are you doing Marshall?!" I shout, my cheeks—I bet are as red as a tomato right now.
"What? obviously taking my clothes off." he replies in a cool yet bored voice.
"That's the point, why would you do that?!" I gesture in the air. Funny how my heart always beats when he's around, but that's not love, that's just from nervousness, like right now.
"Oh didn't you hear yesterday that the loser gets to follow the winner." he double quotes with his hands whilst saying the word 'winner'. My eyes widens, remembering his words.
His voice resounded in my head—him saying the exact words. Then I realize, I'm in big trouble. If I remember correctly he wanted me to 'fall in love with him'
Knowing Marshall, he'd do everything to make that possible.
"Are you ready to hear it?"
I gulp silently, then suddenly, his hands force my shoulders down, making me lie down on the bed with its mattress go up then down. My breathing rapidly increases as I don't move a muscle. I am only wearing Marshall's tee shirt that ends just below my butt—I forgot to put on shorts so I am only in my underwear. Now the tee is above my stomach, showing my blue underwear.
I am so nervous oh my glob, I'm going to explode any minute now. Why am I not thrashing or complaining? Is it because I know that he's more superior than me and that anything that I'll do is useless? No, he's not-
Marshall holds both of my wrist against the bed, beside my head. He inches nearer me, his elbows and knees propping him, his mouth touches the side of my ear, reacting to this electric contact, I squeeze my eyes shut and hitch my breathing. His warm, warm breath, it's so fuzzy and prickling.
"I want you, Fionna." he whispers huskily.
I snap my eyes open, I stare at his eyes with a shocked expression.
"I want you now."
End of trailer XD
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