So, I have put u guys through a lot of drama, and depressing bizz haven't I? Well, I decided it was about time to do some good ol' Fiolee fluff :-) Mix in some steamy bizz, some cute fluff, and a touch of romance, and you've got chapter 12 :-) Although I must warn you, it's kind of has suggestive stuff in it. You probably don't care, but to those who do, here is your warning. Read on…
Chapter 12
Marshall opened the door slowly, making sure not to wake the sleeping Fionna in his arms. The lights in the Tree House were all off, and he smelled nor saw any sign of the cat. Even though he was being perfectly silent, Fionna stirred and opened her eyes.
"Marshall? Where are you?" she asked reaching out a hand. He let her touch his face, "I'm right here, it's just dark." Fionna looked around, "No kidding." She sighed and pointed to the floor. Marshall put her down and she stood, stretching.
"When did I fall asleep?" she asked groaning. Marshall shrugged and floated around the small living room, groping for a light switch. "You started snoring as soon as we left the Candy Kingdom. You seriously need to get that checked out."
Fionna turned from the table, "Do I really snore?!" Marshall laughed, "No." His hands brushed a switch, "There you are," he said as he flicked it on. The lights flooded the room with an illuminating light, and both he and Fionna covered the eyes, trying to slowly get used to it.
After rubbing his eyes, Marshall floated over to the ladder and went up into Fionna and Cakes shared room. After a few seconds of silence he stuck his head back down the hole, looking at Fionna upside down.
"Where the heck is Cake?"
Fionna pointed to a piece of paper on the table. Marshall quickly descended and read it. "So Cake went to spend the night with LM?" Marshall said looking over at a cross looking Fionna. She nodded, frowning slightly.
"I hate when she does that. Without any warning she just disappears. Once, she didn't even leave a letter, and I spent hours worrying that she was somewhere hurt or lost or something!"
Marshall watched as Fionna grabbed the piece of paper, and then looked at him. "Plus I wanted to tell her about Gumball." Marshall raised an eyebrow, "You sure you should tell her?" Fionna gawked at him, "Of course! We tell each other everything, and she has a right to know. Why wouldn't I tell her?"
He shrugged, "I don't know, but I get the feeling that he doesn't want this spread around. Just think about it." Fionna looked back at the paper. Crumpling it up, she threw it behind her, letting it land into the trash bin.
"Wanna watch a movie?" she asked Marshall. He smiled, "Yes." Floating over he selected a tape and stuck it into B-Ma, who was sitting on the table in sleep mode. Fionna prepared to wake the sleeping android but Marshall put a finger to his lips and motioned for her to stay seated.
He floated mere inches over the floor while he opened the back of B-Ma. Fionna watched curiously as he pulled two wires out and rubbed them together. A greenish projector screen came up in midair and started playing the movie.
And all the while B-Ma slept on. Marshall floated and fell beside Fionna on the couch, wrapping an arm around her. She glanced over at him, "What the heck did you do?" she whispered.
Marshall leaned down, "It was called hot wiring back before the Mushroom War, but it was mostly used for cars." Fionna raised an eyebrow, "Cars? What are those?" Marshall sighed, "Nothing that would interest you."
A commercial had just finished up when the screen all of a sudden went black. Words started to come in at a distance. "What did you pick?" Fionna asked curiously. Marshall showed his perfect white teeth, "The Count Strikes Back."
Just then the words disappeared replaced by a castle on a hill. Fionna and Marshall's attention were instantly stolen by the movie. They watched and made fun of how fake the vampire's looked, and made jokes at how stupid the people acted, and Marshall got a kick out of some of the myths in the movie.
"I mean, yeah we don't like garlic, but we won't instantly die if it touches us." Fionna laughed and sighed, wiping a tear from her eye. She couldn't remember a time she had laughed so much. Marshall thought like wise
Fionna scooted closer to Marshall and laid down in his lap. He looked down at her, seeing through the dim light that she was looking back. "What?" he asked quietly. Fionna just studied him through half closed eyes.
"I never realized what beautiful eyes you have." She said. Marshall smiled, "Shouldn't I be the one telling you that?" She chuckled, and reaching up a hand she softly moved some of his long black locks out of his face, tucking it behind his ear.
Fionna could feel Marshall breathe in deeply. She ran her hand down his jawline and then across his chest. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them to reveal a soft glow. He started to lean down.
The movie forgotten, Fionna and Marshall embraced, kissing each other. Marshall moved Fionna so that she was sitting on him, legs on either side. He deepened the kiss, his tongue coyly meeting hers.
She was inexperienced, he knew, but she caught on quickly. She laid more on him, letting her hands run themselves through his raven hair. He eventually relaxed onto the couch, setting Fionna directly above him.
Her hands had a mind of their own, and before either knew what was happening, Fionna was unbuttoning Marshall's shirt. He groaned as her warm small hands trailed down his cold chest. They danced around on his stomach, and it all ended with his shirt and her bunny hat on the floor. She wrapped her arms around his midsection, and laid her head on his chest, her golden locks cascading around them.
Marshall slowed his breathing, gently taking each breath as if it was his last. He stared up at the ceiling above, enjoying the bliss of the comfortable silence that had formed between them.
"Marshall," Fionna mumbled, "Do you love me?" He stopped thinking, stopped breathing. He was quiet for so long that Fionna sat up and looked at his face, "Marshall, are you ok?"
He looked at her, blinking slowly a couple times. "I'm fine Fi. I'm just wondering about how I'm going to answer that." Fionna tilted her head, a small frown tugging on the ends of her mouth. "What do you mean? You have to think about loving me?"
Marshall smiled and laughed, "No, it's not that at all Fi. I don't love you." He hurried on softly before Fionna could interrupt. "It's so much more than that." He ran a hand across her cheek and cupped her face in it.
"When I'm near you, I feel alive and nervous and just plain silly. You bring out a side of me that I never knew I had." He rubbed his thumb over and over, caressing her rosy cheek. He could feel rather than see the blush on them.
She placed her hand on his. "You're what kept me sane all those years Fi. You're what made me realize that there is more to life than I had originally thought." He sat up, propping himself up on his elbow.
They were face to face now, their breath mixing together. Fionna looked into Marshall Lee's deep red eyes, reading them as the words tumbled out of his mouth. "I feel like I'm floating on a cloud when I watch you, and you do things to me that I know are supposed to only happen in fairy tales," he said barely audiable.
She waited as he struggled with the right words. "No, I don't love you Fionna, because it's more than that. I adore you. I know you, am apart of you, your protector, and your friend. You make me feel… like a King." He smiled at her, half lidded eyes watching to see what she would say or do.
When she did nothing but stare at him he leaned closer and kissed her gently. She seemed to be awakened from her trance, and tilting her head, she kissed him back. They parted lips, both of their eyes closed, only long enough for Fionna to say, "I don't love you too."
Marshall smiled and craned his head back as Fionna began kissing his neck. When she reached his bites, she slightly sucked on them, making Marshall groan. She went up and down his toned stomach and chest, kissing here and there, making him breathe harder.
"Fionna…," he said, "Be careful. I don't want us to do anything… we will regret." His voice was strained, as if he was holding himself back. Fionna shushed him, and pulled him up, so that they sat facing each other.
"I know you would never do anything to hurt me, Marshall," she said snaking her arms around his stomach, "But, I just wish…" Marshall could read the words on her lips. She wanted him so badly it hurt.
And he wanted her so badly that it burned. But they knew they would hold to their choice of being virgins until after they knew each other better. But in the meantime…
Marshall pushed Fionna down so that he was on top. Fionna looked up at him surprised, "Marshall, what are you-," He pressed his lips to hers and watched as she slowly closed her eyes. His hands, which held her wrists down, pressed into the couch cushions.
He lay on top of her, knowing that she felt him harden. He could feel her shiver as he press himself slightly on her, pressing his bulge up against her. She breathed out, a little groan escaping her lips.
"Marshall… Oh Marsh," she said airily. He knew he was doing things to her that must feel exhilarating at the moment, which was how he felt, but he knew that he couldn't take it to tier thirteen, not yet.
"I'm sorry Bunny, but this is all I can give you at the moment." He reached up an arm and smoothed out her hair away from her face. He began to kiss her, and he slowly moved down to her neck, and from there to her collar bone.
She groaned and arched her back, pushing on him even further. Marshall was already breathing hard, and he knew that if he didn't stop now, one of them was going to cum.
"Fionna, we have to stop." He whispered slightly out of breath. Fionna barely nodded, "I know." The pair slowed things down, sat up and cleared their heads before laying back down together, Fionna on Marshall.
The movie surprisingly was still playing, and the duo finished watching it. It had only been an hour when the Fin popped up on the screen. Marshall looked down to find Fionna fast asleep, her hair wild and looping.
He smiled to himself, admiring how innocent and cute she looked in her sleep. Gently he slid his arms around her and floated up. He flew up the ladder into her bedroom, and lightly set her down on her animal skin bed.
He leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Sleep tight Fi." He was preparing to leave out the window, when a warm hand grabbed his. "Stay," Fionna mumbled. Marshall smiled and sat on the edge of the bed.
"You sure Cake won't kill us if we sleep in the same bed?" he asked. Fionna moaned, and before he could do anything, she had pulled him onto the bed behind her. Marshall wrapped his arms around her, his body fitting together with hers like a puzzle piece.
He nuzzled his nose into her hair, breathing her in. She smelled of strawberries and lotion. The kind that is subtle, yet there all the same. Fionna was out like a light long before Marshall even thought of sleep.
But eventually, the Vampire King felt his eyes begin to shut. But just before he fell asleep, he heard Fionna softly saying his name. "Marshall…," she mumbled, "Marshall, don't go…"
She's dreaming about me, he thought with a smirk.
And then he himself went to dream of her.
Marshall awoke to screaming and claws. Not the best way to start the morning, but then again, he wasn't a morning person either. He hissed and flew up as fast as he could, all the while hearing a sassy voice shout, "Git! That's right, away from my baby!"
He looked down to see a sleepy Fionna rubbing her eyes, and a very angry and flustered looking Cake. Marshall rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the eye boogers he had accumulated during his sleep.
"You know, could you ever just walk into a room with me in it and say, 'Oh hey Marshall' without trying to kill me?!" He said frowning. He looked at the damage, or what was left of it. The deep bleeding scratches were already closing up.
"You're lucky, I went easy on you this time, but just you wait, I'm gonna knock you-" Fionna patted her on the head, "Hey, stop it! What's your deal?" Cake turned to Fionna, "What's my deal? I come home to find you two, all cuddled up together, in a bed!"
She huffed and put her paws on her hips, her tail twitching. "Cake, would you stop being so paranoid. We weren't doing anything, promise. We were just sleeping," Fionna said glaring at her sister.
"Yeah," Marshall added, "What's wrong with cuddling with my girl?" Cake shot daggers at him, "Well it doesn't help when I come home, and the first thing I see is yo' shirt lying on the floor." It was then that Marshall realized he was still shirtless.
"Ohhhhhhhhh…" he said scratching his head awkwardly. Cake then turned to Fionna, "And then I come upstairs lookin' ya, and all I see in Marshall's naked back. And you ask me what my deal is?"
Fionna looked away blushing slightly, "Yeah, I can see where you might have gotten the wrong idea." Cake threw up her paws, "Ya think?! Besides, I don't want you two ever doing that again. You ain't got no excuse for being that close to her. Ever. Got it, Marshall?"
She glared at him, tapping her foot. He sighed, eventually giving in, and he and Fionna both said, "Yes Cake," in a monotone voice. Cake nodded looking satisfied. "Now you two wash up, cause breakfast will be ready in a few. Marshall, don't you even try to sneak out, cause you're eatin' with us."
She turned and marched down the stairs, her tail fluffed and swishing. Marshall looked at Fionna and they both burst out laughing. He floated down from his safe spot near the ceiling, and sat on the bed beside her.
"Wolf. How do you live with her? She's so… uptight." He asked raising an eyebrow. Fionna chuckled, "She is not. She's only gets this way around you." Marshall Lee cast a glance back at the ladder, "Go figure."
Fionna laughed and stood up, stretching. "Imma take a shower. Try not to get into any trouble please? And get out of my room!" Marshall wiggled his eyebrows, "Awww, do I have to?" Fionna turned to look at him over her shoulder as she grabbed the door handle to the bathroom.
"Like I would let you see me naked. Riggghhhtt. Get out." She walked inside and shut the door behind her. Marshall heard a click as a lock was activated. Well that ruins those plans, he thought as he headed to the ladder.
He stuck his head through the opening, observing Cake as she started to grab items from the cabinets and drawers. He flew down and made his way to the couch. He floated right above the couch cushion while tapping B-Ma on the head.
She turned on, and her digital face appeared smiling at him. "Oh, good morning Marshall Lee. What are you doing here?" Marshall shrugged, "Nothing much, just visiting. You got any new games?"
B-Ma nodded, and a picture of a motorcycle appeared with the words 'Dirt Bikin' across the top. Marshall picked up the controller and plugged it in. To make a long story short, he got his butt kicked.
After a few minutes of trying for a third time to beat the game, Marshall put down the controller. "This game sucks. It's impossible to beat." B-Ma's face came up on the screen, "Really? Cause Fionna has beat it a hundred times."
Marshall sat forward, "What?! No she didn't!" B-Ma nodded, "Yes she did, look." A list appeared showing the high scores… and all of them were Fionna's. Marshall growled, and picked up the controller once again, "I'll get you dingus, if it's the last thing I do!"
Fionna came out of her room, fresh as a daisy, just in time to watch as Marshall crashed his motorcycle. "DINGUS!" he yelled frowning. Fionna laughed and he turned his head in her direction. "Fionna, you're out. Great."
She nodded raising an eyebrow, looking from him to B-Ma. "Dirt Bikin'?" she asked. "Dirt Bikin'…" he said with obvious distaste. She laughed and shook her head, "B-Ma messes with it all the time. It's kinda like cheating for her."
Marshall threw up his hands, "I knew it!" he proclaimed. Both could hear B-Ma giggling, and she stood and ran away before Marshall could do anything. He shook his head and looked back at Fionna.
"You look clean," he said. Fionna nodded, and unconsciously started playing with her hair. Marshall smiled. "What?" she asked. "You look freakin' adorable when you do that Fi," he said looking at her softly.
She blushed, but just a little, and stopped twirling the large strand of hair around her finger. She was smiling slightly, and her eyes darted away from his. He laughed, "You're the queen of all blushing, you know that, right?"
Fionna put her hands on her hips, "I don't blush that much." Marshall was surprised when Cake and him both said, "Yes you do," at the same time. Fionna turned her eyes to Cake's back at the stove. "No one asked you," she said defensively.
The cat just chuckled and kept frying whatever she was frying. Fionna sniffed the air, "Cake, what're you making?" She looked over to the counter, seeing flour, strawberries, and… red food coloring?
Cake turned around, flipping a blood red pancake in the air, "Strawberry pancakes," she said triumphantly. Marshall's jaw dropped as he watched the pancake fall through the air, a slight dribble of drool sliding out the corner of his mouth.
"Woah, mathematical!" Fionna exclaimed running over to investigate. Even Marshall, who was still mesmerized by the strawberry pancakes red color, floated over to have a look himself. Cake flipped it several times, smiling.
"I figured Marshall would need something to eat as well, and blueberry pancakes wouldn't work. So, I invented strawberry pancakes." She sent the cake flying, and it landed on a plate at the table.
"Sorry I haven't made a lot of em' yet. Took me a while to get the strawberry, pancake mix, ratio right. Marshall, try that one and tell me what you think." Marshall smiled, "Don't mind if I do," he said racing over to it.
He grabbed the still hot cake in his hands and bit into it. The color instantly started to drain, and what was left was a grey, void circle. He pulled back and wiped his mouth, looking over at the two girls waiting for his response.
"It… is… Globing delicious! You have to give me the recipe for this Cake. It's freaking awesome!" Fionna walked over, "Let me try." Marshall handed her the grey pancake and watched as she took a bite.
Her eyes lit up and she let out a long drawn out "Mmmmmmmmmmmm." She turned to Cake, "You, cook, more, now!" Cake put up her hands, "Ok, ok, keep your shirt on! Except you Marshall," she said squinting her eyes at him.
He sighed and waved her off, "Whatever furball." She crossed her arms and turned back to the stove, her paws already breaking into pairs as she mixed, poured, and stirred various things. "Pancakes should be done in a few."
"Ai't," Fionna said. Marshall glanced over at her, "Yeah, just call us when you're done." He flew over to a surprised Fionna and picked her up bridal style. Cake looked back at them, her eyebrows coming together to make one long unibrow. "And where are you two goin'?"
Marshall shrugged, "Just up to Fi's bedroom." He turned and started floating away. "You watch it Marshall Lee. Mama's got claws," Cakes ominous warning came after him. He floated over the living room and up the ladder, laying Fionna on the bed while he floated above her.
She looked up at him, "Why?" she asked referring to coming to her room. He shrugged, "Wanted to get away from cat scratch for a few. Be alone with you. Just that sort of thing." Fionna smiled, and before Marshall knew what was happening, she had sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck.
She pulled him down so that he fell on top of her, "Well then get down here and spend some time with me," she said. He laughed and rolled onto his side, grabbing Fionna's hand in his. "Sure thing Bunny. You asked for it."
He moved closer, and wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her. Fionna returned the kiss, and the two lay in the bed, enjoying each other's company. Fionna breathed him in over and over. Vanilla and death.
Amazing. He was amazing, how he acted was amazing, how he looked, how he smelled… amazing. Fionna softly kissed and pulled at his lower lip. He smiled, his eyes shut, and he tightened his grip. She nuzzled into his chest, trying to get as close to him as possible.
"Marshall," she said. "Hmm?" he opened his eyes, looking down at her. "Will you sing? For me," she asked. He smiled, "Course I will, but only for you." Fionna shut her eyes, and laid her head up against his chest again.
He started to hum, deep and soft. Fionna melted on the inside. She loved Marshall's voice. It was smooth and had a hard, but soft, touch to it. She liked how it went up and down in his songs, and how it harmonized with his bass.
The melody was slow and soft, hitching up while falling down at the same time.
"Are you coming
To the willow tree?
Let the moonlight guide you
On a straight path to me.
Wear a dress made up of stars
And fiery thread
With a crown of shining jewels
Atop your lovely head.
I'll hold you tight
Till mornings light
For we only have
This star filled night
Kiss me now
I'll show you how
To love.
I'll be waiting,
for you at the tree
With an axe bass in hand,
Singing stories for thee
Of love and light and happiness
Of you and of me
When you come and meet me
At the willow tree.
I'll hold you tight
Till mornings light
For we only have
This star filled night
Kiss me now
I'll show you how
To love.
And when we part
My dear human
The moon will weep for us
The stars will fall
The sun not rise
And we'll be found the cause
But don't you fear my dear human
For I the stealthy King
Will find you once alone again
In my sweet humming dreams.
I'll hold you tight
Till mornings light
For we only have
This star filled night
Kiss me now
I'll show you how
To love."
Marshall finished and looked down at Fionna. She breathed in and sighed, "That was beautiful Marshall. Just perfect… like you." The two looked deeply into each other's eyes, and leaning forward, they were just a breaths apart.
But before Fionna could kiss her King, Cake yelled from down stairs, "Breakfast!" Marshall watched as Fionna withdrew, the moment being ruined by her sisters call. She looked upset, so Marshall pulled her chin towards him.
She looked at him, his black and red flecked eyes reassuring her. "Don't worry Fi. We'll have another chance." Fionna nodded, and with that the two went down stairs to eat their blood red breakfast.
Told you I'd post the rest of the chapter today lol. I looovvvveeedd writing this chapter, and I was like fangurl screaming (*SQQQUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*) with every sentence I wrote. Hope you liked it as much as me ;)
I am soooooooo sry it is taking so long to update, but school is hitting me hard this year. And next week I get to start my college classes…. just great -_- The song Marshall sang is called, "How to Love", by me! Tell me what you thought of it please.
Thanks to everyone that has reviewed so far, and please, if you are reading this, review :-) Tell me what you thought of this chapter, cause' I need to know if I'm going in the right direction… I think I am… well, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!
Thanks to that one person who gave me inspiration on how to continue my story (Wish I knew who they were so I could thank them in person (That's right 'Anonymous' I'm talkin' bout you)) and hope you enjoyed this chapter XD
Cheyenne iz out, PEACE!