As they leaned in, closer to each other and holding their breaths, an exciting doubt and uncertainty hit them both. The night had been a disaster. Why? Because it was perfect and they hated it had been like that.

Finn was sick of his brother telling him to find a date, and even sicker of him when, a couple of days before, he announced he had found a date for him that was already settled. Finn complained for the arrangement against his will and said the love business wasn't something he needed that much, but the puppy eyes of Jake were a weapon he couldn't resist. "Just one date" Finn said.

"Just one night is what you need to finally realize" replied Jake with a satisfied grin, leaving Finn doubtful about that 'finally' but the dog was already out of the room before Finn could inquire him about it.

Finn prepared for his date. He had matured a lot since the time he went in a smooch-marathon with almost all the princesses in Ooo and knew the importance of a good impression in a date. He chose an elegant outfit, but still not something that would make his date fall in love with him: black pants and a baby-blue collared shirt would do, he thought. Jake gave him the direction they would meet and sent him to the battleground of love. When Finn was out of the house, Jake took his radio. "Mustard to golem, the comet has left the galaxy. Over"

Finn reached the direction in the paper: a restaurant called 'Gioia'. He stepped inside, unsure of what to do next. Jake didn't tell him the name of his date, much less how they looked like. About to decide to leave, he was approached by a waitress.

"Are you Finn the human?" asked the woman.

"Yep, that's me"

"Follow me, please. She has been waiting for you"

At least now, following the waitress, he knew his date was a girl. He saw plenty of couples in that elegant place, sharing smiles, feeding each other, throwing compliments and drinking from the same glass. "There she is" said the waitress, bringing his attention back to her.

"Thanks" he said.

Finn looked at the table she pointed before leaving. His date was giving him her back, but that hair seemed very familiar to the human. He approached, slowly and squinting his eyes. If she was who he thought it was, he would kill Jake.

"Finn?" she asked, surprised.

He was going to kill Jake.

"Marceline! What are you doing here?" asked Finn, taking a sit.

"What are you doing here? Bonnie told me-"

"Jake told me-"

They spoke and stopped at the same time. It was all clear. It had been a settled trap. After they swore vengeance and death to their respective friends, they sighed and looked at each other, with special attention. Finn noticed Marceline's outfit: a strapless plain black dress with a white ribbon around the waist and her long hair in a ponytail.

"Hehe you look funny. I've never seen you so… cutesy"

"Bonnie made me wear it" she said with a mix of defeat and annoyance. "But what can I say about your shirt? You look so old!" she exclaimed.

"Hey! At least I picked up this myself" he said with a grin.

"After Chewy, you are the next" she said, pointing a butter knife at him.

The waitress approached again and asked if they were going to order something. Finn and Marceline smiled at each other and, guessing that Jake and Bubblegum would pay for everything, they checked the menu and ordered the more expensive meals. After a few minutes, a bright red lobster was served to Marceline, and a big piece of meat accompanied by vegetables and mashed potatoes for Finn. The dinner went smoothly and they laughed discussing their vengeance tactics against the princess and the dog.

"Yo, Finn, look at this" whispered Marceline. She took some of her lobster with a spoon and threw it against a guy at their side. The food make a loud 'splat' as it clashed against the victims head, who looked frantically in every direction. Marceline, being a prank master, managed to contain her urge to laugh at the scene.

"Marceline, I'm disappointed" said Finn with a serious tone. He then took some of his mashed potatoes with a spoon. "I believed you thought big when coming to pranks". He catapulted the potatoes against a guy at the other side of the restaurant. Both Finn and Marceline snorted when the victim, now a woman, screamed in terror at the hit of the projectile in her cheek and made her fall backwards.

The victim's companion complained at a guy next to them, who apparently seemed to be his enemy. The discussion stopped when the first guy took his food and threw it at his nemesis, and then the other guy responded in the same way. Collateral damage brought chaos to the restaurant and soon the place was a war zone. Finn and Marceline didn't waste the occasion and actively participated in the belligerence, until they were kicked out of the restaurant.

They decided to call it a night and head each one, in separate ways, to their places. But then they saw a herd of wolves near.

"What you say, Finn? Think you have some energy to run for a while?"

"I'm a never dying dynamo, baby!" exclaimed Finn.

That 'for a while' ended up being a couple of hours. As the moon began to descend, Marceline carried Finn back to his place and they landed in the front door of the tree fort.

"It was really fun, Marceline" said Finn.

"Yeah, you bet it!" she exclaimed, looking at their ripped clothes as proof of it. "We should do this more oft-". She stopped herself. That wasn't something she wanted to say in that context. Or was it? She suddenly felt strange. She was sure her feet were on the ground but somehow she felt lighter, as if she was hovering.

"Yeah, we could hang out every night and-". Finn looked at her face and how it was lit by the moonshine. The baffled expression on her face, a feeling of which the human was unaware, let her fangs come out and reflect the nocturnal shine. He also felt his feet going up, floating over the ground. His stomach felt weird and he couldn't think in anything else that wasn't her lips.

Sure, she had fun with him that night, like she hardly ever had in a long time. But that didn't mean she needed to feel what she was feeling in that moment, a feeling way too familiar and somewhat terrifying. But she couldn't stop it now. There was some magnetism in his face, so different at his childish one. "When did he get so… handsome?" she thought.

"She looks so… pretty", he thought as their unconscious but apparently coordinated movements began.

As they leaned in, closer to each other and holding their breaths, an exciting doubt and uncertainty hit them both. It was a feeling of mystery that could be resolved in one way and one way only.

They inhaled heavy when their lips met, as if only in each other lips they could find the oxygen the needed to live (well, in Marceline's case it was more like an ancient instinct but still an important reaction). Finn embraced Marceline by the waist and pushed her towards him, as she folded her arms around his neck. He lifted in his toes, just a little, for a better enjoyment of their encounter.

They broke the kiss, exhaling. When they opened their eyes, they saw the same face in one another: a direct and undistracted gaze at each other eyes, with signs of surprise in their size. They remained silent for some seconds, and although their expressions softened in acceptance, their gazes never changed their aim.

"We are still gonna kill them, are we?" asked Marceline.

"Sure" said Finn, nodding.

"Good" added Marceline, before kissing Finn again.