Chapter 14: full of shit

Fionna drove Marshall home right after she managed to pry him off of her. She took his car that had been left in Carters driveway for weeks with the keys and everything. Carter said he left it there because Hunson got a new car and he was yet to wreak it, but when he did he didn't want him using his car. Fionna had no idea who Hunson was, but figured he didn't matter. She took him home while he giggled in the passenger seat. He was still rambling on about how pretty she was and watching her as she drove. At the most random moments he would point at her and nearly yell.

"That's what I'm talking about! How do you do that? Oh my gosh," he would say.

Fionna ignored him until she pulled up to his house. Carter had given her directions, and Marshall had helped her in a couple of spots. She stopped the car and went around to help Marshall out of his seatbelt. He insisted he could do it, but had to ask for help after five minutes of tugging at the silver belt. Fionna rolled her eyes and undid the buckle then dragged him out of the car and over to his front door. He stumbled a few times, but held on to her for the most part.

"Do you have keys?" She inquired. He nodded and dug in to his pocket to pull out his own key ring. He pulled out the right one and handed it to her so she could unlock and open the door.

"Okay, do you need help getting to your room?" She asked. He nodded vigorously and then smiled.

"Anything to keep you around longer," he slurred and held her closer to him. She squeaked and pushed him away.

"Calm down, Marshall. Let's just get you up to your room," she said nervously. He chuckled.

"You should've seen your face. You are so hilarious," he cackled as she dragged him to the stairs with a frown. He cooperated as she aided him up the stairs and let him take them to his room. When they entered it was dark and Fionna turned on the light to see. She didn't focus much on what it looked like as much as she focused on helping him get to his bed. Although once they did get to his bed he instantly pulled her down with him on to his sheets. She yelped again and turned red and he held her against him.

"Gotchya!" He exclaimed and laughed. Fionna was still beat red as he settled down and stared at her again. It was silent between them as Fionna struggled to figure out why she wasn't punching him in the face right now. It wasn't necessarily uncomfortable. His body was warm, and the way he held her felt nice. Plus, the way he was looking at her was different. It made her blush even deeper. Her cheeks were the color of roses and strawberry candy, and Marshall felt inclined to taste it.

"I like it when you blush," he blurted. Fionna's eyes widened and she felt her face get hotter. He blinked slowly and then yawned.

"So pretty…" he mumbled before he closed his eyes and finally fell asleep. Fionna had to take a few deep breaths before wiggling out of his grasp and then quietly slip out of his room. She closed his door behind her trying to be as gentle and silent as possible. Once it was shut she leaned against it and let out a sigh of relief. Thank god that was finished. Fionna decided not to let him get that drunk around her again. Who knows what else he'll say that he doesn't mean? She sighed again and then turned around to see a girl slightly shorter than her with jet black hair and her arms crossed. She looked almost exactly like Marshall. Fionna assumed this was Marceline.

"Oh, uh…sorry. I was just dropping off your brother," she said quietly.

"You don't have to be so quiet, he's a heavy sleeper," she said at normal volume.

"Oh."

"Are you Marshall's girlfriend?" She asked. Fionna turned pink. So far everyone in the Abadeer family can manage to make Fionna blush.

"Uh, no. We're just…friends I guess," she told her.

"Are you sure? He sometimes says you're just his friend, but he really means his girlfriend."

"I'm sure. We just study together," she assured her.

"Has he kissed you yet?" She questioned. Fionna shook her head.

"I wouldn't let him. It's not like that."

Marceline studied her and looked her up and down.

"Hmm…you don't look like someone who would hang out with Marshall," she said.

"I don't hang out with him. I told you, we just study together."

"Weren't you just hanging out with him, or did he get drunk 'studying'?" She challenged. Fionna opened her mouth to speak but promptly closed it when she realized she was right. She was actually hanging out with Marshall when she didn't need to. Why did she do that?

"It's okay if you like him. I think he likes you too," Marcy spoke.

"I-I don't like him. I'm not in to him like that," Fionna muttered and felt embarrassed that she suggested that. Marcy rolled her eyes.

"Whatever, when you realize that you like him, you should probably tell him. I think he'll be happy, and you'd be good for him."

"Marceline, I don't-"

"Whatever, I get it. I hope you know how to get home from here, or else you're gonna have to stay the night."

"I know the way. It's not far," Fionna replied.

"Okay then, see ya."

Marshall was full of shit. He knew it, yet he still continued to do shitty things. Not that he could help it when he was drunk, but he only hoped that Fionna had left after he passed out because for the past three hours all he's done is grab at his sheets and moan her name. There was no telling what he would've done if she were there. A part of him wanted her there, so he had something other than his mattress to rut against to satisfy the urge he felt. At first he had no idea what he was doing. The half of him that wasn't asleep was still drunk, so he couldn't properly register the itch in his pants.

He wanted it to go away without touching himself, but he couldn't think of something long enough. Every time he ended up thinking about Fionna. Her smile, her blush, her body…damn, he had never really noticed her body until he wrapped his arms around it. Marshall grunted and pushed his face in to his pillow as he gave in and reached down between his legs. He couldn't remember the last time he had a wet dream, but he knew he had never woken up in the middle of one. Now he knew he never wanted to again, because the pleasure was agonizing. He clenched his teeth, and cursed at the pressure he put over his jeans. It would be easier if he took off his pants, but he didn't want to clean up the mess on his bed.

He thought of how easily Fionna blushed, and how red her face would get if she knew she was doing this to him. His mind was refocusing on all the things he had noticed. Her scent, her eyes, the way she laughed when he made her nervous, the cute little sounds she made when he touched her last night. It made him groan and bite his free hand. He had no choice but to undo the zipper and reach in to get a better feel. The instant he came in contact with his skin he sighed and his eyes fluttered shut.

"Fuck," he cursed and grabbed at his pillow.

He thought about her lips, and how she bit them so often. He wanted her to bite his lips and neck, and touch him like he was right now. Just the thought made him clench his legs and let out a strained sound. He wanted to touch her, and feel the curve of her naked back. He wanted to feel her skin and kiss her until her lips were swollen. Most of all he wanted to hear all of the sounds she would make just by him touching her through her clothes. She must be sensitive if she's a virgin like him. He knew for a fact that he wasn't too sensitive, but that still didn't change the fact that he's never had sex. He bit his lip and ran his thumb over his head, and shoved his face back in his pillow. In the past he wasn't so squeamish or giddy when he jerked off, but the images of Fionna made him feel almost guilty for beating off to her. Still the disapproving glare he envisioned only turned him on more.

He moved his hand faster and squeezed his eyes shut. His mind was still swirling around all the things he wanted to do to her. All the things he wanted her to do to him. The things he wanted were endless. He wanted to make her scream and drag her nails down his back. He wanted to taste her and make her feel amazing. He didn't just want to fuck her, he wanted to make her cum again and again until she couldn't handle how great he made her feel. Marshall clenched his teeth and tried to keep his voice down as he moaned and panted. His grip had tightened as well, and he wasn't too far away from finishing. He could feel his blood pounding through his body and heart while the thoughts continued. He felt the shame and the pleasure at the same time, but continued until he finally came in his jeans. His body trembled with the last few traces of euphoria before he released himself and pulled his hand out of his pants.

"Shit," he muttered as his cum soaked in to the fabric of his jeans.

How in the world would he get that out? He sighed and stayed still for a few minutes until all the leftover sensitivity had gone and he was completely flaccid. The sun was just starting to shine in to his room, and he could hear the birds outside his window. It was another five minutes or so before his breathing was even and his heart had settled down to its normal pace. He felt ashamed but also relieved, and sat up on his bed to look at the mess his room was.

His backpack was on the floor, he had dropped it off before the party, and he had some laundry scattered across the floor. Marshall sighed and got up, gathering all of the clothes and putting them in his designated dirty clothes bin before pulling off the pair he was currently wearing and adding it to the bin. He then went to his dresser and pulled up a pair of boxers and then a different pair of pants. There was still some sweat clinging to the back of his neck so he grabbed his towel he used for showering and wiped it off. He only hoped that no one heard him come home last night as he settled back on his bed and then fell asleep again.