Welcome to chapter 2 of "How I Met His Sister!"
This is actually my first improv, so basically, I'm just making it up as I go along.
As they walked down the stairs, Fionna wondered why Marshall hated his sister so much. To her, Marceline was the raddest friend ever.
At least, that's what Marcy wanted her to think. Sure, everyone knows Fionna is gullible, but not so gullible, but Marceline loved to play mind games and traps to people she's barely met. Like Finn. And if Fi is just as gullible as her cousin look-alike, all Marcy had to do was play "little-old-herself". The old herself Marshall hated ever so much.
As the girls went down the stairs, Marshall appeared from the kitchen, blithe as ever, as if he'd never bickered with his sister.
"Hey, girls," he said sliding on an oven mit, "Fionna, would you mind helping me in the kitchen?" She nodded and went to help her boyfriend out.
As Fionna closed the kitchen door behind them, she strapped on a red apron. She wondered why he hadn't sucked the red out of it yet.
Shaking it off, the blond unconsciously began stirring a batter. After a few seconds, she dipped a finger in the batter, tasted it, and asked Marshall Lee, "Dude, what the hell are we making?"
The young vampire turned around from his post in front of the fridge and set some food on the counter. "Pizza. Cheese pizza. Because I can actually eat the red sauce without the temptation of drinking the red out of any pepperoni." Marshall chuckled and instructed Fionna to keep stirring that batter while he grated some cheese next to her.
In the silence that filled the two, Fionna reflected over what her in-law had told her.
"Well, have you ever kissed while you were in bed?" Those words circled the poor blonde's mind. She felt flustered. Too flustered for a fourteen-year-old. Sure, it was certain that those thoughts were filtered to stay out of her brain, but the more she went over it inside her head, the more right they sounded. More...erhm, desireable.
Realizing how deep in thought she was, Marshall looked concerned at his girlfriend when she was suddenly starign into space and stirring the batter in lightning speed.
"Fionna?" he spoke softly. She still continued her actions. "Fionna..." he said a little louder. No result. "Fionna!" Marshall Lee held her wrists, making her blink, noticing her behavior. If there's one thing Marshall knows about Fionna that not many besides Cake know, is that she tends to do whatever she is doing faster than what is humanly possible, if she's thinking of something that makes her nervous.
Fionna's face flushed as she jumped in a startled state. Her eyes darted between the bowl of soupy batter, the position of her hands, and how they'd been locked by the black head's hands, analyzing what just happened.
"Are you okay? You had me concerned when you began stirring like flash," he said.
"Is everything okay in there?" Marceline yelled from the living room.
"Yeah, sis! Fionna just dropped some flour, that's all!" Marshall responded. He then turned back to the stunned human girl. "Talk to me," he whispered. Then holding her in a close embrace by her waist, he repeated the same three words. "Talk to me."
Fionna blushed and politely pulled away, not really obtaining to pull away, because he just held her tighter and closer. Giving up, she sighed and rested her head on his chest.
"I'm sorry, I just have this thought in my mind that I can't send to the vault," she admitted in a low voice.
The vampire king nodded. "Okay, what did my sister tell you?"
The blonde girl's head sprang up to face his. This really and overly took her by surprise more than what had happened barely moments ago. When she'd explained precisely what happened, and that she was even more flustered that not knowing what it was, Marshall Lee held her even closer and stared into her blue eyes, almost (ALMOST) looking straight through her innocent soul.
"Tell me," he said landing a soft kiss on her lips, "Do you want to me to kiss you differently tonight?"
"Erhm...I don't know. I guess. But it feels a little...serious. Won't Cake turn all ballistic? You know Monochromicorn sees everything at her's or PG's command," Fionna replied speaking like a chipmunk. It was her responsible, goody-two-shoes self, that kept her from adventuring that much anymore. And speaking like a chipmunk was a clear sign that she was nervous and uncertain about the conflicting decision. Yes or no?
She sighed. "Fine, I give in. Just, not too much. I've heard about your history," she said. She was going to regret it, she just knew it.
"Good," he replied smirking. "Tonight. Just before you go to sleep."
Marceline smirked to herself as she eavesdropped the conversation from the couch. Bat ears, baby. They do wonders.
So...she finally managed to break the girl through the power of a couple of words. Phase one, complete. Now, to wait until tomorrow morning. Let's see if she can break her further without going overboard.
Oh, how excited she felt. Not because they were going to watch Heat Signature Uncut, or because she already had tomorrow planned out, but rather how fast her little baby brother was growing up.
And she thought he was a wuss.
So, how did you like this chappy? I'm sorry if my stories already bore you ever so much and handily. This is my first improv, so I can't promise updating soon. And I have writer's block, which is why I haven't continued Pokemon High School.
But fear not! I shall have the next chapter ready just in time before my last exams. So don't expect much from me because my final grade exams are in two weeks, and I graduate from fourth grade shortly after!
Wish me the best of luck!