...Shit.
Fionna quickly followed after him. She grabbed his purple sleeve, getting him to stop walking. He turned around with an exhausted look on his face, not ready to hear her reject his love.
"I love you too." quite the confession herself.
Gumball did nothing but pull her arm that was holding his. He held them there for a short pause of their faces closer than usual. He kissed her hard to break the silence. Fionna's hand went to his hair but she found it hard to do anything but get it stuck into the pink gum. Although his skills in the kissing department were limited, the effort of trying was a good sign that he wanted to try at their relationship. Fionna broke their kiss, feeling strange about the whole thing.
"Why don't we invite Marshall for a dinner on the beach tonight? I'm feeling very beach dinner party." Gumball said while silently clapping his hands together.
"Haha sure." Fionna responded confused.
"Marshall did you bring the liquor?" Gumball asked while checking off a list on a pink clipboard.
Marshall unzipped the black JanSport backpack he had brought and placed three bottles of alcohol in the sand by the light purple blanket with food. He had brought a bottle of vodka, one of his oldest champagnes from before the Mushroom Wars, and a pink grape sparkling Moscato as requested by Gumball.
"Yep." he said after throwing the backpack away from their picnic.
"Ook, I think that is it!" Gumball looked up from him list and saw the bottle of vodka. "Ma-what is that? Vodka? Why would we need vodka for an occasion of this sorts?" Gumball put his hands on his hips and asked.
"You never know when you might want a whole handle of vodka." Marshall said as he sat down on the picnic blanket.
Fionna came running up from the shore in her bathingsuit. Marshall briefly watched her run, but looked away not wanting to get caught being distracted. Fionna quickly made it to the blanket despite kicking a bit of sand everywhere.
"The...water...is...warm!" she said with pauses to take a breath.
"It should be, according to my moon chart...this summer has temperatures reaching–" Marshall cut off Gumball's sciencey rant.
"Shall we eat?" Marshall asked with urgency.
Gumball nodded and the teens had at it with the array of snacks and drinks. Marshall brought himself some fancy red treats as well as Gumball giving Marshall a much needed meal. Gumball started pouring himself a glass of Moscato. The small peachy toned bubbles filled the narrow champagne glass as he poured. Fionna watched with intrigued eyes as the bubbles created a fizzy noise that went harmoniously with the crashing of waves at the shore.
"Fionna, would you like a glass?" Marshall lifted the champagne.
Before she answered, she spotted the vodka. Marshall saw her eyes look at it, a spark lit in his brain and he smiled. He put the bottle of champagne back in the sand and took out three shot glasses. He quickly poured a shot for everyone and looked back up at Fionna. She hadn't really had alcohol before besides of few sips of wine. Marshall handed her the shot glass.
"Enjoy." Marshall said.
Fionna looked at him and back at the shot. She made the mistake of smelling it first. A sharp nail polish remover scent hit her nose and she cringed. Probably won't taste any better, here goes nothing! She lifted the shot to her lips and downed it with ease. A sudden rush of hot went through her throat and she felt the vodka settle into her stomach. Although it tasted like rubbing alcohol, it was the warmth of it she enjoyed. Maybe a bottle for herself wouldn't be a bad idea.
"Gumball? A shot for his majesty?" Marshall quickly took his without budging.
Gumball looked horrified at the two. He shook his head and continued to take leisurely sips of his Moscato. Marshall poured another shot for himself and offered one to Fionna. She declined and went straight for the chocolate covered strawberries instead.
"I think I might head down to sit by the shore. Fionna, care to join me?" Gumball said after standing up.
"Mhmm! Ohn minot!" Fionna sputtered between chewing.
Marshall and Fionna watched as Gumball walked down to the shore with his baby pink swim trunks and no shirt. Gumball didn't really have a muscular body but he wasn't scrawny either. Just smooth and even without visible muscles.
"Why is he in such a good mood?" Marshall asked as he began to take his shirt off.
He pulled at the neck of his tee shirt and slipped it off with ease. Fionna began to stare at him undressing before her. Although she had seen him without a shirt before, maybe while he was gone he had worked out and toned his muscles. His chest and arms looked much bigger and sculpted like a Greek statue. Even his thighs were toned and would flex beautifully.
"Uh-um, nothing really um what was the question?" she asked with a discombobulated voice.
"Haha, nevermind bunny." he smirked at her.
Oh that smirk. Ever since they were young his smirk took her by the girly feelings and pulled her in. It was so sexy in such an understated way. Sometimes one of his fangs would catch on his lip and sit there, creating an indent in his lip. She stopped analyzing his lips and resumed munching on chocolate strawberries. Marshall was the one to watch her now. The way she subtly bit into the strawberry and her lips would rest around it in the shape of a small 'o'. He wanted to be that strawberry and feel how soft her lips were.
"Brb!" Fionna jumped up and ran to the shore.
Marshall blinked out of his trance and shook all thoughts from his head. He looked out to the shore and saw the two kiss. He aimlessly fidgeted with a loose hem on the blanket, watching them enjoy each other. He needed to find a way to make Fionna his before it is too late. Quite possibly the most cleché thing he's ever attempted but its worth a try.
As the sun began to set, a light pink sky reflected onto the beach making the sand look as if it were pink itself. Marshall was getting out of the water knowing sunset was when sharks would come to shore to feed. Gumball and Fionna met up with him.
"You guys heading home?" Marshall asked with water dripping from his hair and bottom lip.
"Yeah, I think we–oh, excuse me I need to take this." Gumball took his hand out of Fionna's and answered a call.
Marshall looked at Fionna. She was watching Gumball walk over to a sand dune to talk to whoever the call was. She had a worried look on her face but it was subtle and hard to see if you didn't look close. Fionna turned back around to find Marshall watching her. His hair was slicked back with wetness and his whole body was dripping.
"What are you looking at?" she smiled at him and crossed her arms.
"Does this always happen? Him answering calls or doing work over being with you?" he asked.
"No, and even if he did it isn't your problem now is it Mr. Abadeer?" Fionna cocked an eyebrow at him for him to back off.
Marshall threw his hands up in surrender as Gumball started to walk over. He had packed up the picnic while on the call and was holding everything under his arm. He handed Marshall his vodka back.
"Sorry babe, I have three candy people with some type of zombie disease. I have to get back to the palace to help them before an outbreak occurs. I do hope you understand?" Gumball kissed Fionna's forehead and looked at her.
She only shook her head and waited for him to leave per usual. "Marshall, can you walk her home? I really have to go quick." Gumball asked.
Marshall nodded. "Woah, I mean maybe I want the company but I don't need a male to walk me home. I am a strong woman and I am definitely capable of kicking both of your butts!" Fionna defended herself.
"I'm not saying that at all and I definitely believe you. I need to go, so sorry!" Gumball gave Fionna a quick peck and jogged back to the parking lot.
As Gumball disappeared away from them, Marshall placed his hand on Fionna's back to get her to start walking. She looked up at him and smiled, actually thankful she had some company. Maybe she was a strong independent woman...with a good friend to walk with her.
"So, babe...do you want to crash at my place tonight?" Marshall mocked Gumball's previous name for Fionna.
"Shut up!" Fionna slapped him with her towel and giggled. It was the first time he had called her that in this relationship...weird.
"No but really, you want to? I have my nice big comfy bed and some hot tea I can make..not Cake." he gave her a teethy smile to try and win her over.
Fionna rolled her eyes and laughed at him. "Ok, ok. I think I just need to sleep."
Fionna laid, sprawled out on Marshall's bed on her front. She skipped a shower and waited for Marshall to get out from his. He was right, his bed was comfy. And it had that scent, that delicious scent that was Marshall Lee. As she inhaled in the pillow, Marshall stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. Fionna watched from the bed as he grabbed clothes from his drawers and began to make his way downstairs.
"Wait!" Fionna called to him, making him turn around to she what she needed. "This may be kind of weird, but can you help me fall asleep?" Fionna asked, laying back down.
Marshall smiled at her and set his clothes down in a little pile. He walked around the bed to the open space on his bed where he might sleep and sat. "How?"
"Do you remember when you used to scratch up and down my arm when we were younger? I completely forgot about it until now and it had always made me sleepy." she smiled at him when he remembered.
Marshall, still in his towel, laid next to her facing her. He put an arm under his head and made himself comfortable next to her. Starting from the top of her shoulder, he slowly dragged his nails across the top of her whole arm. Fionna closed her eyes to the familiar feeling. Something about someone else slowly scratching your arm was relaxing and made her sleepy. He continued, moving his hand up and down against her warm skin. A few minutes later he moved his fingers up to the side of her neck. He circled the warmer skin around her jaw bone and middle of the side of her neck.
"I know what your touching." Fionna whispered as she slowly opened her eyes.
Marshall continued to circle the large jugular vein in her neck. He felt every fluid motion of blood being pumped through the vein. He could smell it, though he had never told her about his acute sense of smell. If she entered his house, he would smell her blood from outside his front door. Although human blood, much like any other blood had a metallic scent, also had a richer and maybe it was his imagination but also a sweet scent.
"Does it scare you?" Marshall looked into her drooping eyes, wondering if she had ever thought about him turning her. "Knowing I could.." he stopped moving his fingers and put a quick pressure on her vein with the nails of his index and middle finger, simulating fangs.
Fionna jumped but sleepily giggled while swiping away his hand. Marshall giggled with her and wanted to stay in bed with her. Even from a foot apart he could feel her heat radiating off of her. Although it was possible for him to be cold, he felt as if she was his sunlight that wouldn't burn him. Her golden toned hair helped the image of a sun. He slowly got up and said his goodnight to her. She whispered goodnight back and soon drifted to sleep.
Authors Note: Early update, woo! I've been reading reviews and its so cool and nice...thank you! I am leaving for vacation for a whole week on Saturday but I am going to try my best and update regularly or try and update during the week. It may not happen because although writing is its own vacation, its nice to get away from my laptop and relax. We'll see! xoxo
~OAT