' So Fionna,' He said conversationally as he placed the safety pin between his teeth so that he could tighten up the bandage.
' You might want to check the support structure of the Treehouse, I could hear something groaning pretty loudly while I was waiting.' He peeped at her face out the corner of his eye, satisfied to see the look of horror emphasized by a tasty shade of red. He loved making her blush. It was so gratifying.
' U-uhm, I didn't hear anything.' She replied, chewing on her lip nervously.
' Oh you might not have, sounded like you were having a lot of fun.' He placed a meaningful emphasis on the word fun, and Fionna turned crimson in response. She opened and closed her mouth like an asphyxiating fish as Marshall-lee nonchalantly lifted up his now-bandaged hand.
'There. Fixed.' Fionna looked at the bandage and frowned.

' How did you even hurt your hand?' She asked, desperate to direct the conversation topic off of herself. Marshall-lee froze for a moment, frantically searching his mind for a plausible retort.
' I, um.. was doing vampire stuff. You wouldn't understand.' He lied quickly, and Fionna raised an eyebrow skeptically.
' Sounds like an excuse to me. Why can't you tell me?' She smiled, pleased to have found a nick of his that she could pick at. Marshall-lee hissed at her, his eyes flashing red.
'Are you implying that I'm lying? That's a low blow.' He said musically, drifting closer to her. Fionna frowned slightly, confused. She was sure she had heard that sound before. That hiss.
' Marshall, were you...' she began then trailed off, eyebrows furrowed in thought. Marshall-lee raised an eyebrow before he drifted behind her, making himself invisible.
' You were asking me a question, sweetheart?' He murmured in her ear, causing Fionna to jump and then flail wildly at the air where she had heard him, but of course he had already moved away.
' Jeez, don't do that! And don't call me sweetheart, either.' Fionna demanded, looking around for the vampire. She heard a snap and a hiss behind her, and turned to see her can of soda she had left on the bench floating in mid air, before Marshall's hand slowly materialised around it and he took a drink.
' Hmm, cherry. I like your taste, sweetheart.' He said, grinning when she grit her teeth and she growled at him.
' I said, don't call me that.' She said flatly, balling up her fists. Not only was he teasing her, he was stealing her soda too! Talk about hypocritical, when he still held a grudge against his mom for doing the same thing.
' Make me.' Marshall challenged, chugging the rest of the can then playfully chucking it at Fionna. Try as she might not to rise to the bait, but with his knowing innuendos that scared the hell out of her and his cocky attitude, she couldn't help it.

Her restraint snapped when the cherry soda got her in the forehead, and Marshall had no reaction other than to snicker when her hand reflexively jerked towards the injury. The snicker turned into a full on cackle when she lunged for him and he scooted out of the way easily, turning over onto his back.
' Boo.' He said, when she turned around and was confronted by his upside down visage directly in front of hers. Once again, she tried to catch him, but failed when he quickly flew a few metres to the right and landed on the ground.
' Can't catch this, toots.' Marshall announced, laughing as he actually made use of his legs for once and ran away from Fionna, the two of them leaving a trail of destruction in their path. Marshall pushed objects over to block Fionna, taunting her all the while; she scrabbled over the couch and kicked off funiture to try and follow the vampire as closely as possible.
' Get back here, you jerkface!' Fionna fumed, momentarily falling to her knees. Marshall-lee momentarily took flight again and performed a flip, doubling back on himself so that he was behind Fionna, reversing the direction of the chase.
' Make me...' Came the sing song reply, followed by an indignant yelp from Fionna when Marshall lightly slapped her butt before running away.

After three round circuits of Fionna's living room and kitchen- the debris littered the ground heavily- Marshall-lee finally lucked out and stepped on a stray cushion, causing him to slip. Though he of course caught himself before he could hit the ground, this was rendered null and void a few moments later when Fionna slammed into his back at high velocity. She tackled him to the ground, then quickly tried to scramble up on top of him and pin him. Marshall resisted impressively, his own pride getting to him as he decided not to use his demon strength against the adventuress.
Once he had twisted his arm out of Fionna's grip, he rolled sharply on to his side, throwing her off his back onto the ground with one of her legs hooked over his hip. Before she could recover, Marshall somehow managed to turn himself around completely and bring his knee up between them, allowing him the time to grab Fionna's wrists and then push her onto her back. Fionna growled and wrestled against his grasp, jerking up one of her legs and almost kneeing him in the crotch. He inhaled sharply at the fraction of contact then tutted darkly at Fionna as he poised himself over her on all fours, one leg on the outside of either hip.
' Near miss, sweetheart. You're lucky.' He said, catching her when she attempted it again and locking his leg around hers.

Fionna struggled for a few moments but their position was such that she was rendered completely immobile, as Marshall proceeded to trap her only free limb- her left leg- underneath his ankle. She strained and twisted, and arched her back, but nothing helped.
' Give it up, Fionna. I've got you completely at my mercy.' Marshall purred triumphantly, before hearing his words and suddenly realising he was correct. She was completely at his mercy. Their legs were twined together, and he had her wrists pinned above her head, leaving her torso open and unprotected. Marshall-lee bit his lip mischievously and stretched out their legs, lowering him closer to her. Fionna appeared surprised, and she jumped violently when he widened his stance and the denim of his skinny jeans was suddenly brushing skin instead of cotton sock.
' L-let me go!' She demanded a few seconds later, suddenly flushing as her chest brushed against his when she breathed in. A tiny fraction of a smile, played across Marshall's lips, satin black hair falling into his suddenly dark, deep red irises.
' Make me.' He murmured, as he ducked his head into her neck and inhaled. He felt Fionna shiver and she began to struggle again with renewed vigour, almost frantic.
' Seriously Marshall-lee, let me go now. Or I'll freak the math out.' Fionna said, trying to sound authoritative, but there was an edge to her voice that excited him.
' Kings don't take orders, baby.'
' D-don't call me that.' She protested weakly, sounding even less sure of herself then before. Marshall almost groaned. She was normally so tough and unassailable, and barely ever allowed anything or anyone to get the better of her. But right now, he had control over her, over someone who never let anyone control her. She was exposed and exploitable, because he could do whatever he wanted to her. In that moment, she belonged to him.
Gob, that was so damn sexy.

Marshall-lee deigned to reply, instead ghosting his mouth lightly up and down her neck, not quite touching the skin until he reached her jaw, where he pressed his lips into the hollow just for a moment. Fionna froze up beneath him, completely still, before she started hyperventilating.
' M-marshall..' She squeaked after a moment, and Marhall-lee kissed his way back down her neck, stopping somewhere in the middle and slowly licking her. He could feel how hot her skin was becoming, and could've sworn her heart skipped a beat when he gave another lingering kiss, tongue and all.
' Yes, Fionna?' He replied in a somewhat hoarse tone, flicking his tongue out one more time. Her own unique flavour was just starting to bleed back into her skin through the harsh chemical taste and fake scent of the bubble bath. Bubbles. Bath. Fionna. Gleaming... His jeans were starting to feel really tight...
' We're back, Fionna! Beemo won her game!'

Marshall-lee snapped back to reality with moments to spare, and he quickly disengaged himself from the adventuress. Fionna was now so completely mortified that she remained limply on the ground, looking up at the vampire in horror. Marshall-lee swallowed once, and found that he was panting, which was ridiculous, because he was dead. He didn't need air, so why was he gasping like a drowning sailor?
He saw Fionna's gaze drop to his pants and her eyes widen till they looked way too large for her face, pupils dialating and jaw dropping. For Satan's sake...
' Eyes up here, Fionna.' He hissed melodramatically, flushing slightly. In a momentary spark of inspiration, he quickly grabbed a pillow from the ground then kicked another in the general direction of the adventuress.

' Hey Sugarpi- What the plonk happened in here?!' Cake howled incredulously when she stretched up into the treehouse and was immediately met with carnage. The entire room was a huge mess, almost no piece of funiture left undisturbed and no picture left hanging straight. In the silence that followed, a teetering pot balanced on the wayward stove in the background crashed to the floor. Fionna would've laughed at how perfect the moment was if she wasn't busy being... whatever this was.
' And Marshall-lee, what the popcorn are you doing in my house?' Cake demanded, her tail puffing up threateningly behind her as her ears laid back. Marshall-lee shrugged nonchalantly, casually holding the pillow in front of his crotch in the most unsupicious way he could manage.
' Eh, I was around. Fi and I had an impromptu pillow fight, and it got a little intense. Right, sweetheart?' He said, looking at her and silently willing her to play along. Right now, he wanted nothing more that to simply bolt, but that would raise a shit load of awkward questions. He couldn't have that, or Fionna might find out about what happened in the bathroom through stringent cross examining. Oh shit, don't think about it, don't think about it...
' Uh, yeah. Intense. Sorry, Cake.' Fionna finally piped up from the floor, attempting to smile but failing miserably. However, this made her look rather sheepish, which was probably the emotion Cake wanted in this circumstance anyway.

The calico cat sniffed at the two of them impetuously, while Beemo fiddled awkwardly with the tassels on the end of Cake's scarf as she stood behind her.
' Sorry is right, girly! You better get started cleaning this up. And don't think you can just leave, Marshall-lee!' Cake said, suddenly jabbing a claw at the vampire who was about halfway out the window at that point in time, still holding the cushion.
' Oh yeah? And how're you gonna stop me, kitty?' He sniped back instantly, dying (figuratively) to make a break for it. Cake hesitated, and Marshall-lee grinned, knowing he had won. Cakers couldn't do a thing, and she knew it.
' That's what I thought. Laters, ladies.' He pronounced cockily, disappearing out of the window. Cake ran over and sucked in a huge lungful of air, all set to let it rip, but was cut off when she was hit in the face with the pillow. She yowled angrily and tore the item to shreds in seconds, then she gave up on the theatrics and screamed a garbled mixture of insults and profanities at the slowly receding back of Marshall-lee as he disappeared behind a hill.

Fionna watched this in silence, completely bewildered by the dramatic turn of events. Before she had any time to actually think about it though, she felt small hands tugging on her skirt and looked down to see Beemo, a worried 5-bit expression on her pixelated face.
' Fionna, I don't like it when Cake yells. It makes me ascared!' Beemo confided. Fionna patted the top of the little console's head.
' It's okay Beemo. Yo, Cake!' Fionna yelled, hoping the cat would hear her over her tirade. Cake stopped, her ears twitching. Then she looked over her shoulder, panting slightly.
' Yes, dearest?'
' Stop freaking at Marshall. He's long gone and you're frightening Beemo.' Fionna said with a firmness that slightly surprised Cake. Fionna didn't tend to play the role of moderator very often.
' Oh uhm.. Sorry, Bub.' Cake said rather mechanically towards Beemo. Then she sighed, and straightened a picture hanging next to the window.
' C'mon baby doll. Let's get this place straightened out.'

Author's note: So, not so much lemon. More fluffy with a drizzle of citrus juice. This rewrite will be kind of similar to WISYF in that there will indeed be a story to compliment the filth, because I'm not your bargain basement smut-peddler. Take my pretentious storylines that immerse the porn or don't take it at all :P
Also, short chapter because this just seemed like logical place to end. Shoot me. *shrugs**gets shot*