A/N: Oh my gosh, you guys. How've you been?! Haven't seen you since January! I can't even believe it myself. I live in the US so our school gets really hectic after January because half the year is over. And so spring break came, then my Birthday, and the May: the month of AP exams. I had two, so it was crazy. Next week is my last week of school this year! Whew! Well, this fic is officially confirmed for AT LEAST 3 more chapters after this one, so yay! But idk about the update schedule since I will be having school in the summer (not remedial classes, academic classes haha.), so forgive me if it's another long wait! I'll try hard for you guys, since you rock. Also, things are gonna take a liiitttlleee bit of a turn here. Welp, here we go!

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Fionna's eyes remained closed as she savored the feeling of bliss that filled her. Both of their bodies intertwined; her pale white skin starkly contrasting with his soft glowing orange tone. Her hands lay on his chest and she stroked the soft skin there as he steadily breathed in and out. A bright red blush sprung into her cheeks as recounted everything she said. Oh Glob. She hadn't really said that had she? How Embarrassing! Her and her big mouth. Her eyes were forced open as she thought and came into focus on his chest, and again she had to squint due to the proximity.

She pulled the black sheet around her naked body and looked around the room, wondering what time it was. In the Fire Kingdom, it was all constantly one color, and the window behind the sleeping prince let in that same soft red-orange. Fionna thought it looked quite pretty shining through the glass, and she watched a few dust particles float about the air.

Flame Prince began to stir, and he turned and wrapped his arms around her bare waist without opening his eyes, snuggling the side of her face. He inhaled her scent, which was now blended with his own.

"You smell like me." He said in a hoarse, morning voice.

"At least you smell nice." She said back gently. "I'm pretty hungry."

Flame Prince let out a small chuckle, opening one eye. "Hmm. I could go down to the kitchen, but I'm so comfy here, I just—"

"Oh don't give me that! I'm your guest, you know!" She said in a loud and amused tone. Laughing, Flame Prince captured her lips and kissed her until she couldn't breathe. "You—" She started breathlessly, shocked at his verocity.

"You have such a big mouth." He whispered, leaning up and away from her. He sat back against the headboard, a smile playing at his lips.

"You know, I'm really glad that awful cat let you come." Fiona rolled her eyes, sitting up on her elbow.

"C'mon Flame."

"What?"

"Don't do that. Besides, Cake doesn't control me. I do what I want. I'm pretty sure you know that." FP snorted, and it was his turn to roll his eyes.

"I'm sure she's called me worse."

"That may be true, but that doesn't mean that it's okay. Or that you have to fire back." Fionna said matter-of-factly. She had begun to feel the mood sour.

"And why not?" He asked, looking at her. "Why are you defending her?" The blonde heaved a sigh. Ah geez.

"I'm not. It's just—Cake is my sister. We've been together our whole lives. I just don't want you insulting her like that." Flame Prince squinted at her.

"Then what does that make me? How many times have you let her run her mouth about me without saying anything?"

"Wha—Never! I always say something!" Fionna cried incredulously; she couldn't believe what she was hearing. How had the tone changed so quickly?

"I'm sure she's called me things like 'dangerous,' 'unstable,' or 'evil!'" Fionna's look of incredulity transformed into one of bewilderment and in response, Flame Prince chuckled mirthlessly. "Isn't it always that? I've been called those things my whole life. You know, for once, I think I'd like to be called ugly or something." The adventuress took her boyfriend's arm and rubbed his shoulder, feeling a bit bad for him.

"Cake is just stubborn. She doesn't let go easily." Flame Prince flinched from her touch, scoffing at her response. "You don't need to get angry."

"I shouldn't be angry? What? You didn't hear what she said to me while I was waiting for you last night! Should I be touched by your unfailing loyalty to your sister? Or your permanent spot on her side?"

"Flame—I'm not on anyone's side! C'mon, don't do this, please! Why are you so upset? Just calm down" Uhhh oh. From their previous arguments Fionna had learned that he hated being told to calm down. It almost always resulted in him getting evenmore angry. She bit her tongue immediately, but it was entirely too late.

"Shouldn't you be?! Don't tell me to calm down! You know I hate that!" He growled, ignoring her small plea. Fionna sat up fully, and her hands flew to her temples as she tried to make sense of his ascertain.

"Okay, but hold on. You're asking me to choose? Between the most important people in my life? Is that what's happening right now?"

"'Choosing' would imply that a choice hasn't already been made" Fionna snorted, lifting herself to sit on the side of the bed. Grabbing her discarded clothes and putting them on one after the other.

"So you're leaving?" He asked her incredulously. She slapped her shirt down onto her thighs; exasperated.

"Why do I want to be around you if you're acting like this? We were—Everything was fine until you had to say some stupid stuff. W—Why are you even acting like this? What is wrong?! I haven't seen you so worked up in a long time."

"Because you know what, Fionna? I'm Globbing tired of the look I get every time I come around! Do you have any idea how that makes me feel? And just last night, she told me—told ME—to 'keep my hands off of you'! Like she thought he could tell me what to do. Like, just because it works for you; it'd work for me!" Where is this coming from?!

"Agh! Cake is not my mother! She does not order me around! She's just—worried about you being dangerous to me. And you know what?! It's actually not all that irrational, really!" FP sucked in a shocked breath and stared.

"You- you think I'm dangerous?" The blonde stopped pulling her skirt on mid-thigh and thought for a bit. Did she?

"Well, it's…"

"No, Fionna. Do you think I'm dangerous?"

"Well, you could be!I mean, when we first met—"

"Three years ago? Are you really bringing that up?"

"Well, if we're talking about it we can't just ignore it! I'm sorry, but your mom and PG kept you locked up for a reason, so—"

"Oh wwooowwww! And you're bringing him up too?! How dare you!" He was full-on yelling at her now, which made Fionna's vision tinge red.

"I mean! You must be some kind of dangerous! Why are you acting like this is ridiculous?!"

"It is! You are! My mother is power hungry and nuts! And that stupid Prince is a selfish control freak! She thought I would usurp the throne before she could get what she wanted. And he thought I would just explode everywhere!" Me? I'm ridiculous? Fionna's rage began to peak as she ripped her skirt up to settle at her waist and grabbed her shirt, throwing it over her head.

"What?! Your whole kingdom feared you! I mean, even your mom, who is scary enough to make me wonder if she killed your dad herself, locked you up."

Flame Prince's eyes narrowed and his fury made the flame on his body swirl up and around his head. The oxygen in the room began to thin. "Fionna— don't." He warned in a low, stern voice. Talking about his father was crossing the line; an extremely tender subject for him, and Fionna had to admit she knew this. From what he'd told her, his father was a good, gentle man, and it brought the prince a lot of pain when he'd gotten the news of his death at 13. That's when his mother had gone off the deep end and become her crazed, diabolical self. It was wrong for her to bring him up and she knew it, but at this point, she was just spewing whatever came to mind in her anger.

"I mean," Fionna swiped her bag up from the floor, standing. "What if he didn't die in battle and she just, like, killed him off…" Now, at this time Fionna was just babbling her anger out, not caring what she said or if it even made sense.

"Stop it!" He growled, instantly silencing his girlfriend. He sounded... scary. But when she looked at him, his eyes were just... distraught. She cared, but all of the compassion she had for him was buried in anger at the moment. "You know what? At least I have a mother—at least I knew my father! Where're your parents? Your real ones. Oh! That's right." He spat venomously, wishing to hurt her like she'd just hurt him. He knew somewhere in his mind how petty he was being, but for the moment he just couldn't find it in himself to care. How could she talk of his parents like that? How could she dare? It was too much.

Fionna looked down at the floor. She'd never seen him get upset like this before. He'd never said such mean things she began to realize the weight of what she'd said.

"I should probably go." She grumbled.

"Um yea. That thing behind you, with the knob? That's the door. Oh, and don't let it hit you on the way out." Fionna gritted her teeth and seethed all the way to the door. He could be nasty. She stopped halfway through the threshold of his bedroom door and chose to leave her boyfriend with a few parting words. After all she'd said, what's a few more? "Just—Die once, would ya!?" She snapped, slamming the door as hard as she could.

On her way toward the staircase, the door to the prince's room swung open and the adventuress whipped around. She took in the prince in the door-way: half-naked and a furiously scathing scarlet.

"At least if I dropped dead today I wouldn't have to hear that bitter old feline gripe, or your big mouth disregarding our whole relationship to take her side! Not to mention bringing up that- that- traitor prince!" He boomed.

"You're overreacting!"

"You don't even trust me! Fionna, what am I supposed to do!? Laugh!?"

"Arrgghhh!" Fionna screeched, throwing her backpack directly at his head; narrowly missing when he ducked. "I swear to Glob you're the worst! The worst, the WORST, THE WORST! I wish I never even came here!"

"Then go home! Back to the center of your Globbing world!" He yelled back, slamming the door and popping one of the hinges.

Out of things to throw, the girl just screamed at the closed door and spun on her heel, stomping down every step. On the way down, she simply shrugged off any concerned stares or questioning glances, and sped right out the front doors.

As she ran home in the midday light; she wished she could fight something to blow off steam. It was about then that she realized that her sword was just where she left it—in her backpack—with her good-for-nothing boyfriend. All she could do was run faster and harder; until she felt her lungs screaming for air. She didn't care in the slightest. In fact, she couldn't even feel it underneath her rage. The sun had begun to set behind the clouds, and her scowl deepened. The color of the sky reminded her too much of her boyfriend. Due to her speed, Fionna reached the treehouse 10 minutes early but found no one there.

For the next 30 minutes, she proceeded to perform every task with the same level of anger as she left Flame Prince with. She furiously made herself a lunch, polished her sword, and paced about her living room until Cake walked through the door. The cat took one look at her sister and best friend; sighing.

"Should I even ask?" She questioned, plopping down on the couch.

"No. But I'm gonna tell you anyway, or I'll explode. Even if you don't care." Fionna padded over to the couch and sat next to her sister in a huff.

"Whhhyy. Why does he have to be so Globbing rude?! I mean, why can't he show a little forgiveness?! How could he talk to me like that?! Stupid! Doesn't he know I slay monsters for a living?! I could—Ugh!

"So—" Cake started, only to be cut off by her sister.

"You know, you'd think he'd bite his tongue just a little when it's about something like that."

"Fionna—"

"He didn't have to ruin the mood like that! What a waste!"

"Fionna!"

"Huh? What?"

"What is the problem? What are you fighting about?"

"Well, it's—I—I don't even know! One second we were disagreeing about something, and the next—we're screaming at each other! Ugh! He makes me so angry!"

"Well, did he… Say something? We'll discuss him yelling at you later."

"He just… Made a stupid comment about you. Nothing worse than what you've said about him, but I just- hate when he says stuff about you just as much as I hate when you do it. That's what got me mad. So, I said something, and… He got angry."

"Wait, you defended me? Against him?" The cat marveled. Fionna gave her sister a blank look. How could I not? How could she think I wouldn't?

"Well…Yeah. You're my sister, Cake. No one is allowed to talk bad about you but me." As Fionna looked at her with such an endeared expression, Cake began to melt. She suddenly didn't feel like she was losing her little sister quite as quickly as she originally thought.

"Ooohh!" She groaned, enveloping the teenager in a tight hug, swelling her body to be bigger than her. "You drive me nuts little girl, but I love you!" She cooed, snuggling her face into the girl's blonde tresses. "I'm sorry for doubting you. And I'm sorry that my opinions and stubbornness hurt you. I guess what I want to say is: I don't wanna be your enemy anymore." She murmured, wrinkling her nose when she smelled the prince's scent all over Fionna. Her normal scent was mingled with several others; mainly FP's cologne. Cake puffed up automatically, but she forced herself to calm down. She was trying to apologize here. Make things right.

"I love you too. And me either." Fionna sighed, relieved but beginning to feel sorry for herself. "I love him, Cake."

"I- I know you do." Fionna pulled back, looking over at her sister.

"Cake… Last night, we…" the girl stopped and looked up, seeking mercy from her older sister.

"Oh, Fionna! I knew I smelled something different about you!" The adventuress cringed, waiting for an all-out tirade, but it never came. The cat just sighed. "Were you at least some kind of safe? You do know that you could get pregnant like that, right?! And I'm not raisin' no babies!"

"Yeah! I read a lot of books and junk to learn about while he looked around for this human baby stopper or something. Of course, he refused touch me until I knew what I was getting myself into. And—and I had the flame shield, so…"

"How do you know the birth control will work?"

"I trust him."

"So… You wanted to? He didn't pressure you?"

"Absolutely not! The whole time he kept asking if it was okay to touch me, and he was nervous practically through the entire thing. It was…Kinda cute. He didn't do anything I didn't want. He was so gentle."

Cake breathed out a sigh of relief. "And?" She asked, watching the young girl blush and look away.

"And… It was awkward. And scary. Not to mention super embarrassing. And this is corny but: it was kind of perfect, and I… can't even describe the feeling of just… lying there. You know, after? It's like—ugh, I don't know. Are you… Mad?"

"I can't say that I like it, but—how can I be mad when you look so happy? If he truly is who you say he is... there're worse people to be with, I suppose. It seems you made the right choice, and… I'm proud of you for that." Fionna smiled at her sister, and warmth spread throughout her chest. Were they finally getting back on good terms?"

"Thanks, Cake."

"So. What're you gonna do about your man?"

"I don't know. What if he wants to break up with me?" Fionna panicked, earning and eyebrow raise in surprise from Cake.

"Weren't you mad like 10 seconds ago?"

"Yeah, but—I don't want everything to get bad. I mean we've had fights before, and even screaming matches, but this time... It's not the same. It turned into this huge thing. Glob, the stuff I said... " Fionna buried her face in her hands as her words replayed over and over in her mind.

"Oh, Fionna. That's nonsense. You know he's crazy about you! This is only your first serious fight. You'll work it out. You shouldn't freak out about it before you even talk to him."

Just then, the phone rang, and Fionna put her hand on the phone. She hesitated, remembering what he'd said to her. Her temper flared, and her heart pumped so fast that adrenaline rushed to her head. She whipped the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" She heard his sweet voice crackle over the phone, and for a second, she froze. It took her about three seconds to connect that voice with a nasty tone; and awful words. All of her nerves tumbled around in her head and she clutched the phone tighter. He wasn't blameless. He'd started it, and he'd hurt her, too.

"You—" Fionna started, voice trembling with all the activity tumbling beneath her skin.

"Fionna?"

"You—Jerk!" She cried, slamming the phone back on the hook. She couldn't tell if she was angry, or overly excited—or simply too wound up to deal. She just—sat back down. Fionna crossed her free arm over her chest and stared at the phone, feeling more than a little sour.

"Shouldn't you at least hear what he has to say?"

"No… Yes… But, as soon as I heard his voice—my head just went crazy. And now, I—Ugh! Now I'm feeling like I wanna just apologize and be done!"

"So, call him."

"No way. I shouldn't be the one to cave first."

"Fionna! That's so childish!"

"I don't care! He started this, he said those things!"

"He's not the only one who said awful things, though. Is he?"

"I—"

"I think that you freaked out because you felt guilty about what happened. And I think you won't call back because you don't want to be reminded. You know it isn't fair to pin it all on him."

The blonde recalled their fight, and the things they both had said. Had she really said those things? It wasn't like her to behave like that. What had come over her? The more she thought about it, the guiltier she felt. She was nasty to him. The way she'd acted—like a child! She'd embarrassed herself. Her eyes pricked and her throat began to burn. "I—" She halted, looking down at the floor, over to the window—the ceiling; anywhere but at Cake. She was absolutely ashamed of herself. To react in that way... To hurt him; even if he had hurt her, was upsetting. The girl sniffled and angrily wiped away a tear that had fallen. Why should she cry? After what she'd said to him! How pathetic. I don't' deserve him if I'm just gonna treat him like that. Fionna bit down on her lip hard, fighting the tears. Would he realize he's too good for her?

"Don't cry, honey." Cake soothed, walking up to her sister.

"I'm not!" She cried furiously, red in the face and blinking quickly. "I just—this is so stupid."

"Yeah, it is."

"He's gonna break up with me."

"Oh, he is not! Listen to me." Cake began, tipping her chin down to force her sister to look at her. "You'll go over there tomorrow, and you'll make up. Got it?" She said adamantly, smiling when she received a small nod in response.

A/N: Ugh I hate myself for this. Hahaha! My oh my. This is my first time writing a couple's fight scene. Honestly, it was hard for me to find something that they could fight so badly about. It's still a little eh, and Fionna seems weird but I like it anyway. Maybe it's just me. Also, I think it's kind of important to remember that even though Flame Prine is incredibly sweet and gentle, he is still the prince of the Fire Kingdom. He has a wicked temper and he can be very nasty when hewants to be, that's just one of his flaws that he can't help. Hmm… Do you smell that? It smells a bit…lemony. Ah! Heads up next chapter! I've been nursing the next chapter for over a month now so it should come fairly fast. It's guaranteed to make your heart race! I looovee it, so I hope you do too! Ooooohhh I just love typing up a good lemon, haha! I'm fired up! Well, that's all I can say here, but we'll be meeting again quite shortly. AS always, review if you enjoyed—recommend if you loved! And, Until Next Time—Case.