Fionna's POV

His hands rested on my thighs on the bed as his lips made their way up and down my neck. He pulled me closer on his lap, causing our crotches to rub together. He let out a low moan and his fingers trailed up and down my thighs. I was burning up in the flames of pure desire and adrenaline. Each kiss set off tiny little explosions. This was all so new to me. Kissing boys, being intimate, having a crush that ran so much deeper than a crush…I loved the feeling.

I would have never thought that Marshall actually liked me back. Sure, he flirted with me but still. I always thought that my feelings were pointless and hid them behind my tomboyness. His lips captured mine hungrily, but gently. Oh glob, those soft, moist lips of his, oh my globing glob! His lips gently tugged at my bottom lip and, afraid of losing contact, I followed after him with mine, pressing my lips firmly against his. I didn't want to break the touch. I didn't want the swirling in my stomach and heart to stop. I wanted him to keep touching me.

Once again, his lips were at my neck but this time…oh yes, I could feel his fangs. They slid down my neck, teasing me with great intensity. My breathing picked up its tempo and my heart was pumping with a mix of fear and want. "Marshell, please…" It came out as a whimper of pleasure and I felt him smile into my neck.

"A little impatient are we, my little bunny?" He sucked on my neck and I let out a moan. "Mmmm, I wonder what other kinds of sounds I can get out of you."

My mind, swimming already as it was, didn't have time to process what came next. All I knew was that Marshall was on top of me, fitting perfectly in between my legs, his hard core pressing against mine. We were still fully clothed, if you counted me wearing an oversized shirt that was pushed up to the beginnings of my thighs, with only panties and a bra underneath as "fully" clothed. He had my wrists pinned on either sides of my head and his gaze held me still. His eyes traveled from mine, to my lips, to my breasts, and farther south. Licking his lips he leaned down and kissed me. I felt him push up against me and let out a gasp-moan in response. Marshall gave a light and seductively dark chuckle as he ran his tongue along my bottom lip. I parted them, giving him entrance.

"FIIIIONNA BABY! IT STOPPED RAINING SO I CAME TO GET YOU! ARE YOU HERE?"

Cake…

Marshall let out a low growl that managed to turn me on even more. I squirmed under him. "I have to go. She'll kill us if she walks in here and see this," I whispered- panicked.

"I want you to stay," he said softly, reluctantly getting off of me.

I felt his burning gaze on me as I slid out of the bed and picked up my back pack with a sigh. When I turned to face him I could feel his desire to keep me here through his eyes. He walked over to me and took my face into his hands.

With a grin he said, "Fionna, I love you. And the thought of you out of my sight scares me to death."

"But you're already dead," I joked, trying to distract myself from the lack of heartbeat I had and the nosebleed I was sure was about to happen.

He let out a light laugh and kissed me again.

"Marshall I-

His finger pressed against my lips just as a knock sounded at the bedroom door.

"Tomorrow night. I'll find you," he promised.

And my heart resumed beating.