"Urg, this thing is so heavy," Fionna complained.
"Almost there, just a little more… okay drop," Marshall commanded.
They both dropped at the same time, not having any more strength in their arms.
Fionna wiped the sweat off her brow, "Man that was exhausting," She let her body collapse on the new couch, with her legs dangling on the arm rest.
Marshall also collapsed and had his legs dangling on the other arm rest, their heads right next to each other's, "That is true, but dang this is so damn comfortable, it makes the hauling it into the house worth it."
"I agree, but we still need to do something about that one," She pointed to the rock hard couch that was in the far corner in the living room.
"Eh, we'll set it on fire later," He said casually, "For now let's just stay on this couch sent from heaven".
"Sounds like a plan," She hummed as she closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink into the couch cushions. She crinkled her nose as she smelled something rank, she opened her eyes and sniffled once again and figured out the smell was coming from Marshall.
She slapped him on the chest, "Dude you stink."
He took a whiff of himself to confirm that he did smell rather, funky, "Yeah well you're a sweaty mess."
He was right, Fionna's body was engulfed in sweat, from helping move the heavy couch, and it was not a delightful smell either, "Well you're no better," She said referring to his sweat covered shirt, he was a little out of shape.
"Hmm, so we both are a sweaty, and smelly mess, what to do, what to do?" She knew where he was going with this, she could tell by the tone in his voice.
"Do you suppose we shower together?" She asked.
"Well if you insist," He said pretending that wasn't what he had already planned.
They both, begrudgingly, got up from the heavenly sofa and moved up to his bedroom; that was connected to his bathroom.
Marshall started the water and began to strip down until he was free of his sweaty clothing and hopped in. Fionna followed suit and got out of her gross clothes and got in with him. His head was near the shower nozzle soaking his hair, she wrapped her arms around his waist and placed light kissed on his shoulders.
Her kisses ingnited little sparks throughout his body, "Fi, if you keep at it then we'll just stay dirty and we would just be wasting water."
She stopped what she was doing and grabbed his shampoo bottle, dapping some of it in her hands, and then massaging it in his scalp, "I never would have thought you would turn down the opportunity to have an intimate session."
"That might be the nicest way you can say having sex," He laughed at his own joke, "And besides if we kept at it daily then you wouldn't be able to keep up, I'm just making sure that your stamina is high enough so we can keep at it. But you should know it's really hard on me."
She rolled her eyes as he moved to rinse the shampoo out of his hair, "Maybe I could only prohibit sex once a month."
"I can wait as long as you want the question is can you?" He said smugly as he scrubbed some shampoo in her hair.
She scoffed and rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, "Of course I can, I'm only concerned for you because if I didn't give you any action for a long time then you'll have to go back to using your right hand to relief yourself."
He shrugged, "Or I could force you, you know how pervasive I can be."
"And be that I'm guessing you mean binding my hands together on the headboard with your studded belt and forcefully ripping off my clothes?" She turned off the water and dried herself off with a towel and wrapped it around her.
"You know me so well," He said as he dried himself and ran a towel through his hair, then wrapping in around his waist.
She picked up her clothes and sniffed to smell the sweat on it, "Do you think I can borrow something of your?"
"Or you can just stay in that," He suggested flirtingly.
"Or I could just walk around here wearing nothing," He opened his mouth, "Not happening."
He closed his mouth and rummaged through his drawers and found some sports shorts, and a plain white V-neck, "Here."
"Thanks," She took them from him and put them on, they were a little baggy on her, but the felt so comfortable she didn't care.
Marshall put on a black T shirt and some checkered pajama pants, because it was starting to darken outside, "So what do you suggest we do now?"
She rubbed her chin then got an idea, "Movie night on the new couch?"
He smiled, "Sounds like a plan."
Marshall Finally got a new couch, halleluiah! Am I right? So my inspiration is kind of down sizing so it would help me a lot if you guys gave me some suggestions maybe, it would help a lot. And fun fact this is the 25th chapter of the story, it's the longest one I have ever done, and I'm still going, if I reached 100 views on this I think I would just start dancing and screaming all day, and every day for a week. In other news this story has received 9,000 views, going for that 10,000.
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