"He's just sick, Marshall. Don't take it personally." Fionna said staring at the glum vampire sitting next to her in the arm chair, his eyes dark and his cheek resting in his hand. "You know how fussy he is when he's sick or too tired."

"I know." Marshall finally sighed out then leaned back against his seat letting his legs stretch out and his arms flop over the arms of the chair letting his head lean back. "Maybe I shouldn't have said what I did. I just couldn't help it! I come over all the time and half the time it's work work work."

"He is a Prince after all, Marshall. I mean you're the ruler of the Nightosphere, which barely has any expectations of you other than when someone steps out of line for some reason. He's the Prince, right now, of the Candy Kingdom. Hell, I'm not even considered royalty to anyone here, a Princess by marriage only, but even I have to work." She paused then spoke to mend her words. "Well, now that I'm pregnant I don't have to work. Everyone, I mean everyone, is too worried about me."

"Well, yeah, Fi." Marshall looked at his pregnant friend who rolled her eyes. "It's true! The last recorded human pregnancy with a Flame did end up dying because of the toll it takes. Humans aren't meant to carry the child of a Flame."

Fionna finally pouted puffing her cheeks out. "So what? I'm Fionna the Human! I'm tougher than nails!" Fionna declared slapping her chest and winced at the jerking motion of her breasts but still looked confident. "Pregnancy isn't pretty, it never is, but here I am! I'm going to be just fine, all three of you-Phillip, you and Gumball- are just worrying for nothing."

Marshall sighed finally and crossed his legs in the little kid way he and Fionna used to do. There was just no fighting with Fionna, pregnant or not, and winning. "Fine fine. I won't tell you how dangerous it is or how you could die if you waste to much energy. I'll just focus on the baby." Marshall pushed the thoughts of the negative sides of Fionna's pregnancy, his guilt over Gumball, and focused on this. A lighter subject. "Do you know the gender yet?"

"Nope~ I don't want to know 'til this kid pops. That's why we got golds and reds for the baby. Purples, greens. Nothing gender biased." Fionna replied then leaned back and put her feet up on the coffee table, her ankles considerably swollen but not the horrible swollen they could be. She rubbed her stomach then, softly from the top to bottom and smiled. "I think it'll be a boy, Phillip thinks it'll be a girl."

"If the baby will be a girl she'll take after you no problem." Marshall replied then grinned when Fionna beamed brightly. "I can't imagine you having any kind of docile child, if I'm gonna be honest with you."

"And I'm gonna be honest with you that if you ever have a kid Marshall Lee it'll be nothing but a heathen. For the first years of it's life. Then I think the it'll phase out and calm down." Fionna replied grinning widely like she knew what she was talking about then yawned hugely, covering her mouth, and Marshall noted the tears popping up from the intensity of it.

"Damn." Marshall remarked sitting up straight then stood up gesturing to the door. "If you wanna take a nap then I'll go."

Fionna fake glared then gestured to his seat. "You better sit your ass back down, boy. I am not done hanging out with you." She watched him sit and blue eyes glowed brightly. "Now, reality TV or a movie?"

This time it was Marshall's turn to wake up in the cliche movie way as he groaned burying his face in the pillow he'd hugged tightly in his sleep. His tank top rode up in the night to reveal his stomach and lower back, his stomach rubbing against the bed and he blinked tiredly. Why was he awake again? He looked at the bleary numbers on his alarm clock which revealed it was two in the afternoon. He'd left Gumball around two in the morning, being nocturnal keeping him awake during the night and so he crashed around ten o'clock this morning and that gave him roughly...four hours? He wasn't sure but he also wasn't sure about what actually woke him up. There was three knocks on the front door that got his attention making him blink again and sat up moving on his knees rubbing his hands over his face tiredly yawning loudly. He climbed out of bed walking across his carpet only to give way to the cold hardwood floor.

He climbed down the ladder yawning once more before hopping down with only five rungs left and stretched feeling his back crack softly as he threw his arms over his head and moaned out in both achy relief and tiredness. He dragged his feet across the floor to the front door unlocking it and then pulling it open yawning loudly as if to prepare to speak when, in a flash, he was slammed onto the floor gasping for air. He felt the pink flash on top of him shift then lift up with wide violet eyes staring down at him and Marshall looked back up at him with wide eyes that must have shown just how much this "sneak" attack had woken him up as he blinked a few times. He then was allowed to sit up, his back aching lightly as he stared into Gumball's rather apologetic face.

"I'm sorry!" Gumball immediately got out when Marshall held his hand up and pressed his fingers against Gumball's lips softly to keep the pink male from speaking anymore. "Marshall!" He got out even with Marshall's fingers on his lips and he was standing up with Marshall moving his hands through his messy black hair.

"Turn the TV on." He sighed shutting the door then smiled at Gumball's confused face. "Or did you come all this way just to apologize and not stay? After all, I have a very certain way you can make it up to me~"

Gumball felt his cheeks flush and swallowed thickly, his throat suddenly dry even if his stomach squirmed with the hope of being forgiven. Not that he was wiling to do absolutely anything he would walk away if Marshall demanded anything serious from him. "Now?"

Marshall shut the door, aware Gumball never moved to turn the TV on and he smiled softly feeling both amused and a little guilty for making the other appear nervous in the slightest bit. He then took the five necessary steps to the other male and slid one arm around his waist and used the other to cup his cheek, stroking the soft pink flesh gently. "It doesn't have to be right now, Bubs. Besides, you don't look like death anymore which I am personally happy for."

"Thanks," Gumball rolled his eyes when he then twisted to look at the TV."So, what will we watch on the TV?" He looked back to Marshall who was smiling as he stroked the small of Gumball's back, the pink male not objecting and finding it rather soothing as he was pulled lightly closer, not tight but close for comfort as he found his head on Marshall's shoulder and he slid his own arms around Marshall's waist lightly clinging to him.

"How bout a romantic movie? Something we can watch then work up physically to my apology?" Marshall suggested softly pressing a kiss to Gumball's hair, the sweet scent of his boyfriend tantalizingly mouthwatering. Sure, he only ate red colors, but the other night when he'd sucked the pink out of his boyfriend's hip, there was something so sweet about the coloring that was almost nauseating but something he was not apposed to doing again.

"Fine." Gumball sighed out finally still lightly clinging to Marshall but smiled when he felt the kiss on his hair and he actually laughed lightly when he was tossed on the couch and the TV was turning on, Marshall sitting next to him propping his feet up on the coffee table as he flicked through the channels. Sometimes, like now, Gumball wondered how he actually got such a confident, loving person in his life and he wondered how Marshall saw him. He saw Marshall not as his boyfriend, though that is what he was, but he was someone that he didn't want to lose. Ever. He'd be lost and though he loved Marshall he'd never say out loud he was in love with the vampire. Not until Marshall Lee said it first.

"What are you thinking awfully hard about?" Marshall asked curling an arm around Gumball pulling his boyfriend close and Gumball twitched but smiled leaning into Marshall, putting his head on his shoulder naturally. The pink haired male just smiled then nuzzled Marshall's shoulder. "I hope you're not thinking too hard on the apology, it's just oral~"

Gumball lightly whacked his thigh making him smile as he pressed a kiss to his temple now and smiled widely. "How can you talk about sexual activities in such a blase way?" He asked looking up at Marshall through his hair and lashes giving him a rather cute look to the vampire who grinned wide.

"Easy. Cause it makes me happy to see you blush like you do. Now, let's watch the movie before we get into that passionate make out I know we'll be pulled into." Marshall proudly stated as they settled in, getting in more comfortable positions and Marshall loved the warmth radiating off the prince in his arms. He had to admit he was dead tired, but the thought of getting some oral sex from Gumball kept him wide awake. He lightly rocked his foot on the coffee table and leaned his cheek into Gumball's hair happily, focusing on the soft murmuring of voices in the movie.

The movie, Gumball found, he could not listen too intently or focus that much for his face burned hotly at a particular scene. "U-um, Marshall, what movie is this?" He stuttered out his cheeks flaming as he held his breath after asking and was acutely aware of how close he was to Marshall, wriggling lightly as the vampire chuckled.

"It's called Love & Other Drugs." Marshall hummed lightly playing with a lock of Gumball's pink hair and grinned. Sure, Marshall absolutely adored this movie to it's core and could watch it on repeat, he'd mostly put it on for he knew the 'sex' scenes would get his precious boyfriend worked up. But mostly he couldn't help but think of his own relationship half of what this movie was on, not the Parkinson's Disease part, but the sexual part. The question of where they'd go on from here on out. Of course now that they were dating Marshall felt he had a grip on hsi boyfriend that was tighter than anything but not quite enough.

"It's...interesting." Gumball finally forced out with his blush still burning so hot his cheeks lightly throbbed like tiny heart beats in his face. He then pulled his knees up lightly, closer to his body, as he watched the movie only to squeak loudly when a hand cupped his crotch and he looked up at Marshall's wide grin. Though he wasn't actually hard visibly he was aroused enough he could get that way but he genuinely wanted to watch this movie but Marshall was making that impossible for him to focus. "Marshall!"

Marshall pressed a kiss to Gumball's hot cheek, along his jawline, his temple and the corner of his mouth softly and stood up. "Come on, I want to do my apology in a kinkier place this time." Marshall stood up, the movie still on of course, and grabbed Gumball's hand. Even if the pink male wasn't aroused physically Marshall was and he walked to the kitchen grinning widely and hopped on the counter. "I'll sit here, so you don't have to get on your knees."

Gumball eyed the hard lump in Marshall's pants feeling a shiver run through him and looked at Gumball. "And after this?" He asked even if his hand reached out to softly cup Marshall's erection, his hand rolling in a rubbing motion that made his boyfriend hiss lowly and a soft flush rise up on his own cheeks.

"You know what, Bubba?" Marshall asked his hips lightly raising into Gumball's hand and let out a quiet noise to himself as he shivered when pressure was applied and his hips bucked when he was grabbed tightly for a moment. Gumball slid up between his legs, his hand still between them, when Marshall straightened his head his breath coming juts a little faster and Gumball grinned. "I already forgave you, you know."

"I know." Gumball replied softly then smiled as he was pulled into a rather deep, hot kiss that got his body warming up and got him more eager than any movie could. "I love you, Marshall."

"I love you too, Gumball. Seriously." Marshall sighed the words out when his pajama pants were pulled down and he grinned widely. "I couldn't have gotten myself a sexier boyfriend, after all!" And that got him a harsh, rather loud slap to his inner thigh but he grinned like a child when Gumball smiled at him. Of course, Marshall would never force Gumball to do sexual favors for forgiveness. He'd forgiven Gumball hours before he went to bed, had forgiven him the moment he left the room and he'd gone to Fionna's. After all, how could he be mad at such a sweet boyfriend of his? It'd be impossible to be mad at him!