Chapter 3: Hick WHAT now?

Umm...Just skipping to the next day, Saturday morning, and eh... I am so embarrassed at what my perverted self is FORCING me to do.

Perv me: Hey, you said you worked with your engineering imagination, so I gave your engine some fuel. Now, KEEP TYPING!

Regular me: *sigh* Fine. Please enjoy this...or not.

I feel like such a pervert and I haven't even begun to type...

Fionna's POV

Ugh...why does my head hurt so much? And what's this pain in my neck?

I opened my eyes to Marshal's dark bedroom. Oh riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight. I'm spending the weekend, aren't I? Eh...

I looked around. The door was closed, the bathroom was open, and Marshal was nowhere in sight. So he must've woken up early.

I grunted and sat upright. Let's see, what the glomp happened last night? Because my head's spinning, and I'm not sure I understand why.

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I flushed darkly recalling what happened. We watched Heat Signature Uncut, then when Marshal and I came to sleep...he began kissing me but, I don't know...like, a long time. And then he began kissing my neck, and he left some sort of bruise...

I felt the my neck with my hand and sure enough, the bruise was still there, making me blush more.

I quickly tied my messy loose hair back into a ponytail and ran to the bathroom.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw that the bruise was a little...noticeable.

"Slam-a-cow!" I exclaimed. "Cake's gonna be raging if she sees this!"

"See what?" a voice asked behind me.

I spun around and sighed when I noticed it was just Marceline.

"Oh, Marceline, it's only you," I sighed. "I thought it might've been Cake who could've been stalking me. Hey, what's this bruise? Do you know when it might heal?"

Marceline floated towards me. She dressed differently from last night. Today, she wore a black sweater with a single neon green stripe, dark blue-jeans, black flip-flops, and her hair was held in a low ponytail, where two side bangs hung loose.

"Hmm..." Marceline said inspecting me. "Did my brother by any chance...kiss your neck...last night?"

I bashfully nodded, a fully red flush taking over my cheeks. "Yes, a little."

Then, Marceline rolled around, in the air, holding her stomach, LAUGHING. "Hahahahahahahahahahaha! I can't believe this! My brother gave you a hickey! Hahahahahahahaha!" she yelled.

"A hick what now?" I asked, not following.

Marceline, still laughing, managed to wheeze through uncontrollable laughing pauses, to catch her breath. "A hi—a hi—, a HICKEY! Hahahahahah!"

I began to laugh nervously. "Eh, heheh...what's so funny?"

Then she wiped a stray tear from her face and tried her best to regain composure...and her breath. After such a mad laughing fit, I would be out of breath too.

"I'm sorry," Marceline said, "It's just that it's so small! He couldn't possibly be proud of a hickey that small."

"Umm, Marceline?" I asked.

"Yeah?"

"What's a hickey?"

Then the enormous grin on her face, slowly faded. And it slapped away from her face with a face-palm.

"Dang, what else does Cake not teach you?" she grumbled. Then looking back at me, she crossed her arms. "Well, a hickey is that bruise you got right there," she explained pointing at the blue-ish purple point on my neck, "And it's the result of kissing your neck while sucking it a little."

I made a disgusted face. "Sucking?" She nodded. "Ugh, gross. Does this mean he left drool on me?"

Marceline shook her head. "No, thank globness gracious, no, he didn't leave drool. It should be gone by tomorrow. And don't worry, I've seen bigger hickeys. Believe me."

I managed a slight chuckle. At this point I'm not sure who to believe anymore.

I went down to the kitchen once I'd changed. I wore a baby blue, cotton turtleneck shirt, because it was chilly, and because, if Cake decides to arrive unexpectedly, she won't see this. I wore a ponytail on my hair again and black jeans with black sneakers.

Then, letting myself into the kitchen, Marceline on the couch, I tapped Marshall's shoulder.

He turned around and smiled. "Hey, did you have a good rest?"

I crossed my arms and stretched the collar of my shirt. "Mind telling me what this is?!"

Then he looked at the "hickey" and drew a sharp breath. "Ooh...nice isn't it?" Then he turned back to making pancakes.

I switched off the stove and turned him around. "Dude! I thought you were only kissing me! Not sucking!" Wow, that sounded better in my head.

"I was! It's a type of kissing," he calmly said.

"You think this is normal?" I seethed. "I know it's gonna heal before I get back to the Tree Fort, but it's...weird! Why did you do that?"

"Hey, cut me some slack," Marshal said, "I suggested the idea, and you firmly agreed. See where I'm going? You didn't HAVE to accept! So now, you suffer a small consequence. Now, would you mind setting the table?"

I crossed my arms and pouted. "Fine."

Dang, sometimes I hate the truth of things.

Even less when it comes from him.

After breakfast, Marshall and I went into the woods and see what we could do or beat up. I still wore my turtleneck, and jeans, so we decided going to the Ice Kingdom, or at least the outskirts of, while Marceline decided to stay behind and watch T.V.

As I flew on his back, in the giant-bat form, I began to speak softly.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Wazz dat?" he asked. I chuckled. As if he couldn't hear everything in his giant amplified bat ears.

"I'm sorry," I said louder. "I'm sorry for the outburst from this morning, but I really was mad."

Marshall chortled. "You got that right."

I leaned closer to his fur and hugged him. "Forgive me?"

"Anytime."

The he grabbed my arms and transformed back to normal, lowering us to safer ground.

Once he let me go, I began to regret not bringing my hat.

"Gob, why didn't I bring the hat when I had time?" I complained.

"Ya mean, this hat?" Marshall said holding out my hat from his pocket.

"Yay!" I giggled, took it, and pecked his cheek. "Thanks."

Then I whipped out my sword from my backpack and walked ahead.

"Hey," Marshal said, "What do you think Ice Queen's doing right now?"

I looked at the mountain in thought. "I dunno. Wanna check it out?" I asked

"Race you there!" he yelled.

"Hey!" I giggled. This much running might actually be good for me. And the cold might help the "hickey" disappear.

So, did you like? Did you hate? Was it funny? I don't feel perverted anymore, yay!

Perv me: Darn.

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Goodbye !