A/N: Band Concert tonight (Yay). *Sigh* I feel really out of it. Writer's block, I guess. Hope you guys never get it. Writer's block sucks. :(

Diclaimer: You know what I'm gonna say (I don't own Adventure Time).

Chapter 10-Fiona's Point of View

I ran through the gates of the Candy Kingdom, holding back tears and choking on my guilt. How could I be such a monster? I really hope Flame Prince can find a girlfriend.

I sighed as I reached the front door of the Treehouse. As I reached for the knob a familiar dark figure flew by out of the corner of my eye. I turned and was hugged by Marshall, who had once again come out of nowhere. I laughed and hugged him back, happy again. Oh, the magic of boyfriends…

"How's my little adventurer?" Marshall asked, planting a kiss on my cheek. I smiled as his nose brushed mine and he leaned down to look at me. His eyebrows furrowed as if he could tell something was wrong, and he pursed his lips, the question apparent in his eyes.

"OK, I broke Flame Prince's heart in an attempt to mend it and now I feel really bad because I don't think he will be able to find a date before his own birthday party," I answered.

"Hmmm… so what I'm hearing is that you're a heartbreaker?" Marshall joked, pretending to eye me suspiciously. I laughed, and the door opened behind me. I turned to see none other than Cake the Cat glaring at me and Marshall, a knowing look in her eyes. I groaned, knowing she knew.

"Hey, baby. Why don't you and Marshall come inside? I've got hot chocolate!" Cake exclaimed, and I licked my lips. Then, a cold wind rushed in from the east, setting the mood of a cold night for hot chocolate. We hurried inside and trotted to the living room to find three mugs of hot chocolate, still steaming, on the table.

"Thanks, Cake! You're the best!" I said, grinning as I picked up the blue mug and sat next to Marshall on the familiar red couch.

Cake sat on the other end of it (she was always squeamish around Marshall) and eyed us suspiciously. Oh, I can't stand it when she looks at me like that. I have to tell her, I thought. I glanced at Marshall and sighed, looking back at Cake. Her eyes locked on mine and wouldn't let go. I opened my mouth to speak, but Marshall wrapped his arm around my shoulders and spoke first.

"Fi and I have dated for a few days. We didn't tell you first thing because we wanted to see where the relationship would go, but now I feel pretty safe saying we're a good duo," Marshall spoke with confidence, but kindness. I really couldn't have said it better myself, and I liked how he made up the part about not knowing where the relationship would go.

I looked up at him and smiled, and he responded by leaning over and kissing me full on the lips.

This wasn't like his ordinary kisses; this was thoughtful and passionate. He leaned in enough so that our noses and foreheads were touching, but it was over as soon as it had begun.

When he pulled away I blushed a little, now self-conscious that Cake had seen us kiss. But when I sneaked a small glance she was smiling, a minuscule tear rolling down her dimpled cheek; the tear then got buried somewhere in all that fur, which made me smile.

"Well I'm glad you waited to tell me, and Marshall, can I talk to you for a second?" Cake asked, beckoning to the door. Marshall quickly nodded and the two sauntered out the door, disappearing for the next five minutes.

While they were gone I went over the ordeal in my head again. After reviewing it a few times, I was finally able to convince myself that Cake wasn't going to pull her fur out over us-for now. Hahaha...

"Fiona, baby, Marshall wants to say good-bye to you in private!" Cake called from the door, her voice snapping me back into reality. I shot from the couch and practically leaped to the door, stopping in front of Cake.

She opened the door and I peered out into the darkness to see Marshall standing outside, smiling. I stepped out and closed the door behind me before smiling back.

"So, how'd the talk go?" I asked anxiously. His smile grew bigger as I finished my question, and the vampire then wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me in his dark clothes. I wrapped my arms around him and breathed in his familiar, calming scent.

"She is taking this a lot better than I expected, and she said I could take you to Flame Prince's Birthday Ball," he answered, his voice muffled; he had his nose in my hair again- wait, how did he take off my hat without me noticing?

"She seemed really happy, but really nervous. She warned she would skin me alive if I didn't take care of you. And, what was strange is that she said it was a good thing I would be there to protect you from things you can't fight alone," he concluded, letting me go enough so that he could look down into my face. I looked back with the happiest expression I could muster.

"That's algebraic, Marshall. I can't wait for the ball now. A week from today, right?" I asked, and he nodded. "Great! Well, I'll see you tomorrow," I said, and we kissed each other good night.