Chapter 14: hurt me more

"Fionna!" Marshall called as she stood up and stormed ahead of him. He couldn't help but feel a wave of déjà vu as he got up to chase after her. She ignored him, of course, and continued walking faster as clouds started to gather in the air. They were mostly white, but dangerously teetering on grey.

"Fionna! Wait, please!" He reached for her hand but she tugged it away as soon as his skin touched hers. She gasped and stumbled away from him, holding her hand away from him. The look on her face was a mixture of anger and distress.

"Don't…touch me," she said quietly.

"Oh, c'mon not this again. Are you serious? I'm sorry, okay? I got carried away, but I am not just trying to land you in bed again-"

"Shut up, Marshall!" She snapped. His jaw dropped, and the clouds got darker. Fionna glared at him.

"Just…just stop it, okay? I-I get it! Y-you think I'm pretty, and you think I'm amazing, but this will never fucking work!" She shouted and turned to walk again, nearly running away from him and struggling with herself. Marshall ran up to her side.

"What are you talking about?" He demanded to know.

"You know what I'm talking about. I'd rather you to just try to fuck me again because that would make things so much fucking easier," she hissed.

"Fionna, did you really think that was my intention in the first place?" He questioned.

"I don't know what to think."

"Look, I'm sorry. I won't try to do that again-"

"Do you really think I'm upset about a stupid little kiss? You're fucking insane!" She growled as they arrived at the center.

"Hmm, are we having a lovers quarrel?" Patrice piped in as they arrived. Fionna turned her glare from Marshall to her.

"Shut the fuck up we're not even dating," she sneered. Patrice blinked and opened her mouth to speak, but Fionna could care less.

"Wha-"

"It's not the kiss, you numb-nut, it's just you in a whole. You keep fucking everything up," she told Marshall.

"Uh, hello-"

"All you do is just ruin things for me, and I don't need you. All you do is walk around like you're hot shit and flirt with me as if I'm automatically interested in you because I slept with you once!"

"Can you-"

"What do you want, Patricia?" She demanded.

"What do you mean you guys aren't even dating? I thought-"

"Oh my god, are you five? He didn't want to fuck you and you weren't getting the picture!"

"Fionna-" Marshall was immediately interrupted before he could get out another word.

"Shut up, you! You should've just made it more fucking obvious so we wouldn't have had to do this bullshit!"

"Fionna, please-"

"No, I hate you, and I'm done with you!" She screamed, angry tears starting to roll down her face as it started to sprinkle rain drops.

"Fionna, calm down," Marshall urged and eyed Peggy marching over with her clipboard. Fionna started to walk away from him, but he grabbed her arms and kept her still.

"No…no, I-I can't do this," she struggled in his grasp and started to sob. As Peggy approached them, Fionna leaned in to Marshall's chest with out even realizing the scene she had caused. He held her close and made eye contact with Peggy, his face grim and concerned as she stood in front of them.

"I'm sure you are aware of why I'm here," she said sternly and quietly. He looked around and saw all the teams that had arrived staring at them.

"Yes," he replied.

"And you can assume you've been suspended for the next couple challenges," she added.

"Yes."

"Please, figure this out. I'll be checking on you two each time a round starts to see if you're ready," she told him. He nodded.

"Good, you are dismissed," she excused.

"Thank you," he said quietly and glanced over to Patrice. He mouthed the word "sorry" before picking Fionna up and cradling her close to his chest as she cried silently with her face in his shoulder. She was too embarrassed to look at the disturbance she had caused. He carried her away from the center while the rest of the sponsors were walking the opposite way. Cold rain drops fell upon Fionna's skin, making her flinch and grip Marshall's shirt tighter in her fist. He felt bad for her. All of that rage and confusion and discomfort was bottled up inside her this whole time. It made him feel guilty for trying to flirt with her, and he hadn't even really tried he just…did.

"Let me go, I can walk for myself," she grumbled. He let her down gently and she instantly stumbled and scrapped her shin.

"Fuck…are you kidding me?" She mumbled to herself.

"Are you okay?" He asked. She nodded and pushed herself up on wobbly legs. He offered his arm for her to lean on, and she held on to him for a few moments as the rain fell harder. Marshall looked up at the clouds. He was certain the weather reports said sun all day…

"C'mon," she urged and tugged him towards the bathroom. He didn't say anything and let her lead him to the cover as the rain fell. The building was still cold from when it was warmer and didn't make much of a difference in temperature, but the dryness was appreciated. Fionna's fingers lingered around his arm as she lead him to the paper towels. She pulled out a couple of brown sheets and started wiping at her skin and held one out for him. Marshall merely looked at her stretched out hand, still trying to understand what had happened just now.

"Are you gonna take it, or not?" She asked impatiently. He blinked and took it.

"Get on the counter," he instructed. She gave him a skeptical look and he rolled his eyes.

"Your leg is still bleeding," he informed her.

She looked down and shyly got up on the counter. Marshall knelt down and softly patted the blood away and throwing the towel away in the bin. Another was torn from the dispenser than dampened in the sink. He cleaned her shin with his warm hand on her ankle. Once he finished up he washed his hands and Fionna hopped down from the counter to lean against it, watching the floor and then following the tiles up to Marshall's legs and eventually his face. He sighed and reached across her for yet another paper towel. It should've felt awkward, or strange, but it wasn't. It was…sad.

Fionna reached out for his hand, running her fingers over his, and pulled him closer to her. For some reason he let her, interlocking his fingers with hers as she stared at them. He watched her face, and rubbed her shoulder reassuringly. The blond sighed and let go of his hands to cup his face. She looked in to his eyes before leaning forward and brushing her lips against his. He opened him mouth to speak, but couldn't find the words as she stroked his cheek and tilted her chin up to kiss him. He kissed her back, knowing he probably shouldn't, and rested his hands on her hips. It was a chaste kiss, but it was also filled with something else. Something that made his heart ache the longer her lips pressed against his. He looked down at her when she pulled back, and frowned.

"Fionna, I don't want to hurt you," he whispered.

"You won't…" she murmured in response and raised up on her tip toes to kiss him again.

Every inch of him was telling him to stop, that she didn't really want this, yet he couldn't help but let her wrap herself around him. This time her lips moved against his, pressing against his as her arms wrapped around his neck. His hands subconsciously squeezed her hips, deepening the kiss and pulling her even closer against him. Fionna dug her fingers in his hair, roughing it up more than it already was. She could feel his strong hands on her body and sighed at how nice it felt to let him touch her again. The tension between them had grown so strong that letting it go felt like nirvana.

She gingerly sucked at his bottom lip, sliding her hands to his shoulders and down his arms. He pulled it from her and bit it as she continued against his neck. His fingers ran down her back while her mouth worked against his skin. He dug his nails slightly and gasped when she bit down.

"Fuck…" he whispered and ducked his head down to the crook of her neck. He then kissed at her neck until he found a way to kiss her mouth again. Marshall wasn't gentle anymore. His kisses became more desperate, and his hands held her body tighter. Fionna responded just as eagerly, reaching and pulling his hips closer to hers and rolling her own. She hoped it was obvious what she wanted from him and moaned at his tongue. He grunted and found it difficult to be neat with her, so instead he was messy and let his hands grope and grab as they pleased. She gasped and panted as he squeezed her all over. Her hips, her ass, her waist were all his to claim and touch. Her chest pressed against his as she tugged at his flannel and rolled her hips again.

"Marshall," she moaned and pulled back for air. He quickly moved down to her neck as she started to undo his belt and search through his pockets.

"God, I've wanted you so badly," he breathed while she dug out a condom from his back pocket.

"Fuck me. Please," she begged hastily and held the small package to his chest.

"I thought you'd never ask me that again," he sighed and took the square from her hands before undoing her belt and stripping it from her shorts. She gasped as he nearly tore the buttons from the denim and tugged the zipper down along with the rest of the garment. He hoisted her on to the counter and instantly attacked her with kisses. She gasped and groaned once he rubbed against her panties and pushed them aside to fully reach her. Instantly she was reduced down to moans and gasps as he slowly fucked her with his fingers and kissed her neck. Her face was red and buried in to his shoulder while she begged for more and more.

"M-Marshall…ah!" She cried, her lungs demanding more air while she tugged at his own jeans. Quickly, he opened his fly and ripped the packet with his mouth. Fionna's breath still quivered in his ear as he positioned himself in front of her.

"I'm gonna start going in," he told her, his breath ragged and tight as she nodded. He kissed her cheek and started pushing in, pleased to hear her sigh of relief.

"More," she murmured and wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Fuck, I'd love to," he replied with a husky voice. He pushed all the way in and started lazily rocking back and forth, slowly loosing himself and going faster without even realizing it. Fionna dug her nails in to his back and tightened her hold on him as he worked, thrusting faster and faster without any warning. She looked up at the ceiling and let him kiss her neck and hold her tighter. He lead up to her mouth and kissed her as she moaned louder for him and pushed her hips against his. Within the next minute or two they were still and shivering with the last trace of their pleasure still running through their veins. Fionna panted and pressed a kiss to the side of Marshall's mouth just as a tear fell down and on to his shoulder.