A/N: Oh, Goth-Girl-Surana, you crack me up girl! I am dedicating this chapter to you, and especially you. My band concert went awesome, just in case anyone really cared. Enjoy the chapter! (And don't worry, gunner5boyd, the conflict has just begun.)

Diclaimer: I don't own Adventure Time or its characters.

Chapter 11-Fiona's Point of View

I woke up the next morning to the sound of rain. All I could see was black, and when I tried to sit up I was restrained. I started panicking, thinking I'd been kidnapped and the perpetrators had done something to Cake. Yet when my arms and legs went into hypermode, the blanket fell from my body and onto the floor.

Slowly, my breathing steadied, and then I felt stupid. And cold. I looked down to find myself stripped down to nothing but underwear, socks, and a bra. Quickly I jumped from the bed and looked around, making sure Marshall wasn't spying on me. (Wouldn't be the first time.) But nobody was there; just me, BMO, and a candle that burned silently on the table. BMO was asleep, and I really didn't feel like going back upstairs to dress, so I slumped onto the couch and picked up a magazine, only to fall back asleep listening to the pitter, patter of the rain.

"Fiona? Fiona, wake up. Are you asleep?" I could hear a voice ask, their warm breath on my face. I groaned in response, keeping my eyes shut. My cheeks were warm, like heat from gentle hands. Marshall Lee!

"Hey," I muttered, leaning towards him. My head rested on his shoulder, and after a few minutes he started chuckling to himself. "What's so funny?" I asked, finally opening my eyes. My head was pointed at an angle so I was looking down at my body, which was covered in a blanket. A hand was running up and down my arm, but instead of pale, the hand and the arm was a soft yellow. I raised my eyebrows, then it hit me.

"Flame Prince?" I asked, dread in my voice. I looked up to see his face, his big orange eyes staring into mine, a big smile on. My mouth hung open for a long time, taking in the fact that I was in my undergarments and Flame Prince had me in his arms. "Uhmm..." I couldn't move.

Okay, truth be told, it wasn't all that bad. Not only was Flame Prince warm, but he just... didn't feel like Marshall. Flame Prince was more open, I guess. He didn't say anything, but you could tell in the way he acted.

"I came in through the candle, in case you're wondering. When I transported, you were asleep on the couch and...shivering," he explained. "You were actually really cold, so I covered you with the blanket and warmed you with my body heat. I'm sorry I might have made you uncomfortable."

I laughed. "No, the fact that you've seen me in less clothes than my boyfriend has doesn't make me uncomfortable at all. What would lead you to believe such a thing?" I asked sarcastically, sitting up, the blanket falling. He took a quick glance away from my face. All I could do was blush and run up the stairs, feeling Flame Prince's eyes on me the whole time.

I had just pulled on a shirt when Flame Prince knocked on the door. I ignored him and slowly put on my bunny hat. He was persistent, though.

"Fiona, I know you're in there. Please, I want to talk to you," he called through the door. He sounded genuine, so I sighed and opened the door. I stood under the doorframe, my arms crossed.

"What's there to talk about, Flame Prince?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. He looked at the ceiling and puffed out his cheeks, slowly blowly out the air. His warm hands gently held my shoulders. Everything about him was so gentle and quiet... wait, what?

"Fiona, I'm sorry, but in my defense you were almost naked and shivering. You would've gotten hypothermia without me. However, I think you should apologize, too. You kissed me and told me I was the one. Then you run off with Marshall. How do you think that makes me feel? How would you feel? What would you do? I sank back into the shadows, but I never stopped thinking about you," he concluded, pulling me into a hug. I didn't hug him back, but I rested my head on his shoulder, sighing.

"You're right," I abruptly said. A few moments of silence passed.

"What?" he asked, wanting-yet again-to hear me say it. I closed my eyes and slowly counted to ten, pulling away from him.

"Jeez, Flame Prince. I'm sorry, okay? How many times can I say it before you forgive me?" I asked, rubbing my face.

"You can't say it enough, Fiona," he replied, pushing past me and walking to the window. I turned and walked up behind him. I knew he was right, I was such a jerk and I was so sorry. But I couldn't reverse things with Marshall.

Could I?

A/N: Hmmm...This actually surprised me (my subconscious does the writing). What will we-I mean I- type next?