Marshall-lee paced back and forth inside his house, fingers curled nervously in his jet black fringe. His bass guitar lay abandoned against the amp after it had proved to be no worthy distraction from the thoughts flitting around inside his head.
After leaving, he'd tried to ease his frustrations by messing with some of the candy folk (naive little buggers never saw him coming) but no matter how terrified they got, it didn't make him laugh. It didn't afford any respite from the longing to go back to the treehouse and bed that skittish little rabbit.
Of course, when Prince No-balls had caught him, he'd gotten kicked out and issued an official warning (like that was supposed to scare him). So he'd gone home, with great difficulty. Honestly, the only thing stopping him from going back there right now and pinning her just like he had before was her damn cat. And even that seemed like a minor obstacle. That actually kind of scared him.

This afternoon had been unusual, yes. Interesting, definitely. Confusing too. But the thing that was weirding him out was the intensity of his reaction. He'd seen Fionna scantily clad before, and while he'd appreciated the view it hadn't been that arousing for him. He'd known her since she was twelve, and when you've seen a girl develop from that age they do kind of fall more easily into the 'Best friend's kid sister' area instead of ' Chick I'd like to slam'. And sure, she was getting older now, she was filling out and it suited her- really suited her. But eh, even so. Before today, he still hadn't been serious when he flirted with her. That was just how they were.
But after seeing her in that bathtub... man, even just thinking about it now made him bite his lip and his stomach twist into intricate patterns. And for him, that was really, really fuckin' weird. Why was he still so turned on, why couldn't he get the thought of her and him out of his head? He had the sound of her sighing his name set on replay.
Obviously she wanted him, on some level. Even if she had no clue why. And it wasn't like that was exaclty surprising, when his competition featured guys made of bubblegum, stardust and slime. Ew.
The part that was creeping him out wasn't that Fionna was now suddenly a girl he could fuck. It's because suddenly, the only girl he wanted to fuck was Fionna.

His body was still physically around late teens/early twenties, even if his mind was far past that (or so he liked to think). But it wasn't general hormonal randiness. It was her he wanted, and specifically her. Fionna.
And that had never happened to him before.
What the fuck was this?

'Ugh... I am exhausted, honey. Please don't ever spring that big a mess on me again.' Cake groaned dramatically as she hauled herself into her drawer-bed, arms draping loosely out the side like multi-coloured furry spaghetti. Fionna shrugged at her in apology.
' He just kinda turned up, Cake. He needed a bandage.' Cake's ears flicked skeptically (how could she make an ear flick look skeptical? It was supernatural)
' He's a vampire, baby girl. If he was still bleeding when he asked for one, he could've only been hurt about a minute before.' Fionna thought about this as she climbed into her bed, pulling up the furs. So if he had hurt himself while he was out doing 'Vampire stuff' (please, she wasn't that dumb), he should've been fine by the time he made it to the treehouse. Which meant he must've already been in the house when he hurt himself.
And that made no sense, because he couldn't have already been in there, she was alone before he turned up. He would've heard her- he would've heard...
Oh Gob.
' Night, sugarpie.' Cake called sleepily before turning over, interrupting Fionna's minor panic attack.
' Uh.. G-g'night, Cake.' She managed after half a beat, then blew out the candle and sank down into her covers, lying curled on her side. Her eyes remained wide open.

She knew he sometimes hid out in the treehouse. She had told him not to because that was creepy, but he always retorted with that it was still his house and she couldn't tell him when he could come to his own property (And it wasn't like he ever listened to her anyway). So that meant he could've been in the treehouse the entire time this morning.
The. .
That hadn't been coincidental, those little double entendres he kept dropping when he was talking to her. He knew. He knew what she had been doing because he had listened to her. That perverted little jerkface!
Fionna could feel her cheeks burning at the thought. She had made a lot of noise, because she knew with everybody gone she had no reason to hold back- or so she had thought. She had even said his gob-damned name at one point (He just... sometimes the thought of him touching her like that made her feel all shivery and twitchy). But unless he had been listening very hard indeed, he wouldn't have heard that. She hoped.
Dammit, either way, she'd never be able to face him again now, especially not with what happened after. She didn't even want to think about that now, but she couldn't help it. The feeling of his tongue against her neck suddenly flooded the forefront of her mind.

They had been so close together. Tangled up in each other. He had held her down like he wanted to keep her there, like he wanted to touch her and hold her. She hadn't liked being so helpless- that was never a word she would let someone describe her with- but for some reason having him so near her had made her not mind as much. And he had kissed her like.. Like she didn't even know how. It had felt strange. In a good way, which sounds really wrong but it was true.
When he was her mental focus, she was treated to this weird cocktail of emotions she couldn't even begin to decipher, and it had only gotten more complicated now. She wanted to ask him how he'd hurt himself, why he hadn't left if he realised what she was doing, how he wasn't embarrassed or-or ashamed or disgusted. And why he had kissed her like that, and what the hell was going on in his pants afterwards. So many questions, and she'd never be able to find the balls to ask him. Because no matter how tough or strong or brave she was, when it came to guys- well, just Marshall, more or less- and what he did to all her squishy heart-guts and below, she would always chicken out.
It just seemed like there was so much more at stake with things like that. More than just a scrape which could be fixed with a.. a bandage. She didn't know how she would mend a bruised heart.

' Whatcha thinking so hard about, bunny-baby?' Fionna jumped at the sound of that voice and immediately felt heat rush up her neck to her face.
' M-Marshall!?' She nearly shrieked, but then she felt a finger press against her lips and then a vague sense of pressure along her back. He snaked his free arm over her waist and pulled her in against him, simultaneously trapping her upper arm and twining his fingers through hers on the lower. Fionna could feel his breath behind her ear.
' Quiet down, banshee. Or we'll get caught by kitty.' Fionna obliged begrudgingly and tried to turn around, but Marshall-lee held her in a vice like grip, and she couldn't move to see his face. She didn't like how she couldn't see what he was doing. It reminded her too much of how he had held her captive this afternoon.
' What the hell are you doing in my bed, Marshall-lee?' Fionna hissed venomously. A conversation with him right now would be way, way too hard. She did not want this.
' I couldn't help myself, Fionna. Just thinking 'bout you and me... It was doing my head in.'
' What do you mean 'You and me?' There isn't any you and me, there's just me and then you happen to kind of be around sometimes in the same place.' She told him over her shoulder, giving a glare even though she knew it wouldn't be seen. She just wanted him gone, no matter how badly she had to treat him.
' Liar liar... Pants on fire...' Marshall-lee chuckled darkly, somehow managing to make that sound incredibly sexy. Fionna was about to protest, but then she stiffened when she felt his lips against her spine. He kissed up to the nape of her neck, and Fionna felt one of the hand that was wrapped around her shift slightly, so that he was rolling one of the buttons of her pajamas between his fingertips.|

' I think we should continue from before we were interrupted. What d'ya reckon?' He murmured, smoothly popping the button. Fionna was about to tell him to lump off/ kick him in the shin (whichever happened first), but he interrupted her before he could.
' And before you tell me where to get off, think about it. Since when do I crash your room and cuddle up with you at night- at great personal risk- when I could be doing cool stuff?'
' Since when do you pin me to the floor then make me pretend we were pillow fighting? What's your point?' Fionna retorted. Marshall-lee laughed again then rolled her over onto her back, and she looked at his face for the first time, carefully keeping her expression neutral (don't you dare blush!). His features where sharply delineated in the moonlight but somehow still unclear, silvery highlights on his black hair. But his eyes were shining and sparkling, almost fever bright. He looked like he was under a spell.
' You would've kicked me out already if you didn't want me to be here. I know you, stop pretending.' Fionna yelped as he pulled her pajamas open. When exactly had he undone all those buttons? She tried to cringe away and curl in on herself, But Marshall-lee pinned her again and devoured her body hungrily.
' Like I said.. Liar-' He leaned in and kissed the side of her neck thoroughly, before trailing over on to one of her breasts. Fionna squirmed and kicked out underneath him as he licked her once, testing the waters. She thought about yelling out, but that would end as badly for her as it would for him. Catch 22. Marshall's eyes flashed up to hers again for a second.
'..Liar-' He shifted the rest of him further down her body as he moved over to the other side of her chest, sucking on the nipple and causing Fionna to bite the inside of her cheeks to muffle a rather indignant moan. Stop it, you manipulative dick!
' ..Pants-' She felt his hands move off of her wrists and immediately tried to stop him before he went any further, but discovered he had tied her hands to the sides of the bed using the sleeves of her pajamas. What the hell? When!? Marshall-lee grinned mischievously at her struggle, before placing his hand on her hips and kissing down her midriff. It tickled and Fionna spasmed, making Marshall give a small appreciative noise. She tried to kick out, do anything, but her feet were caught beneath the animal furs, and they were tucked down tightly by Marshall's weight.
' ..On-' Fionna heard a muffled tear, and pulled frantically against her bonds. She knew where he was going now, and she did not want him to. No no no no no...
'..Fire.'

She squeezed her eyes shut, expecting to feel his hands there, but instead... nothing. Slowly she opened her eyes realising she was panting hard. Marshall-lee had his hands on either side of her hips, poised over her body and he was simply watching her expression.
' What are you so afraid of?' He questioned after a moment. Fionna stared at him as she tried to calm her breathing down and figure out what the hell was going on. After a few seconds, Marshall-lee slowly lowered himself down and put his cheek against the base of her stomach, and she felt his hands slide down her thighs under the material.
' I... I-I...' She stuttered, trying to come up with an answer.
' It's because... You.. you were there! You heard me, you know.' She admitted, looking away from him and gritting her teeth when she felt heat rush into her face. Oh, she did not like this.
' I know what?' Marshall fired back immediately, and Fionna shivered. The sensation of his smooth, cold skin rubbing against her belly when he talked was weirdly enjoyable. But she'd be damned before she let him know that.
' You know what I was doing in the bathtub.' She saw his eyes widen in surprise and felt his hands clench slightly on her legs.
' How do you know that?'
' Because y- If your hand was still bleeding when I saw you, you must've hurt it only a minute ago. Which meant you were in my house when you hurt yourself.' Marshall-lee raised an eyebrow.

' Huh. I ought to give your I.Q more credit, bunny. You're smarter then I thought. But obviously, if I cared what you were doing in the bathtub I wouldn't have stayed this afternoon. It doesn't matter.'
' Yes it does, it matters to me, you pervert!I'mmadatyouandIdon'twantyouheresogetoutnow beforeIbreakyourballs!'
' That's not true though, is it?' He stated calmly, and she felt his nails run lightly down the outside of her thighs. They left a tingly, itchy trail in their wake that she needed to be touched again. Dammit, her mind was working properly, but the rest of her was completely disconnecting from her emotions and sending a complimentary 'fuck you' in the form of a twinge beginning below her belly button and spreading downwards.
' Of course it's true, now get off me!'
' Fionna, I know you want me. You said so yourself.' Fionna's jaw dropped and she felt her whole body flood with an instant shock of panic-heat. Oh. My. Glob.
' You.. Y-you..' Marshall-lee smiled and kissed her stomach once, in a way she would've almost called romantic if it weren't for a slightly more animal instinct evident in his gaze.
' But you're still protesting. Baby, we've established you don't need to freak, so why're you still so frigid? What's bothering you about me being here?'

'It's not because you're here in my room- well, not anymore, I guess- it's because you're.. there. And I don't want you to be, so leave.' She finished quickly, struggling in vain for the umpteenth time. An odd expression crossed the vampire's face, but then he flashed her a half smile.
' What.. here?' He said, kissing her hip. Fionna shook her head vigorously. He was teasing her, that was not fair and she wanted him out. Now.
' Here?' He asked again, pressing his lips into the joint between her hip and her thigh.
' Stop it, No! you know what I mean and don't you dare or I'll kick you into next week!' She hissed at him, still wary of Cake waking up.
' So you mean.. here?' Marshall-lee said innocently, and Fionna made an odd little yelping noise when his tongue slid once up her sex. Marshall-lee laughed shortly at Fionna's expression, then kept his eyes on her face as he licked her again. Fionna inhaled sharply and glared at him.
' You. Are. So. Dead.' She muttered.
' You're stating the obvious, doll.' Fionna was about to reply but cut herself off by biting down hard on her lower lip when she felt him enter the gates, shallow but firm investigation. He appeared annoyed by the fact that she refused to make any noise, so delved deeper. Fionna was unable to stop herself from giving a shamefully breathy moan when he pushed inside her and immediately felt embarrassed by her lack of self control.
Glob. She obviously couldn't stop him, but really she had known subconsciously that she wasn't going to the moment she had felt his lips against the back of her neck. She was scared, but this was an adventure. Her fear had been the one protesting, while her curiosity and whatever it was that had made her say his name wanted to see where this was going. It was new, and it felt dangerous for some reason. She didn't understand what she was getting herself into by letting him do this, but she wanted to understand.
She felt him pull back out of her and gave a small grunt in protest. But then she felt his hands move and when she opened her eyes a moment later, Marshall-lee was gone.

' Fionn-aaah!'
Fionna jerked sleepily in her bed at the sound of her name, rising out of a half-forgotten dream. It had been something good.. As she tried to remember it, everything else that had happened suddenly pushed all memories of said dream away.
She sat bolt upright and clutched at her pajamas, but was confused to find they were fully buttoned. What? but when Mar- M... He had left, they'd been undone, and she didn't remember doing them back up. He'd pulled it entirely off her upper body and tied her to the bed, and that was how she was when she finally fell asleep. People can't get redressed in their sleep, can they?
' Fionna? You okay, darling?' The adventuress looked up to see Cake's head poking up over the ladder, a mild look of worry on her face. Fionna hesitated for half a moment. She couldn't tell her sister about last night. if there had even been a last night. She could've dreamt the whole thing, residual images from what had happened earlier. But that was even more embarrassing then if it had actually happened. She hadn't known dream sensations could be so... intense.
' Yeah, I um... I'm fine. What's up?'
' Breakfast is ready honey, you come and get it when you're dressed.' Cake told her, as the cat's head drew away again. Fionna stayed freeze-framed in her bed for a few more moments then mechanically pushed her fringe back and shook her head.
'It was just a dream... Just a.. dream.' She murmured to herself as she stood up, before stripping off her pajamas and walking over to the cupboard to grab her clothes. She didn't even notice the tear ripping downwards from the last button hole in the red material.