"Hey Finn? You ready for bed?" Marceline yawned as she came out of the bathroom, blowdrying her hair. She was dressed in a tanktop and drawstring pajama pants.
"Yeah Marcy. Almost." Finn dropped his backpack on the floor, and slipped off his shoes, then his socks. Then he pulled his shirt up over his head, his hat getting caught up in the process. He turned the shirt inside out to retrieve the hat.
"Could you leave the hat off?" Marceline asked, "I love your hair."
Finn looked at his hat "Oh, uh, sure." Rather than cast it on the floor, he put it on Marceline's end table, smoothing it out so that it wasn't rumpled.
"You really love that hat," she noted, having finished drying her hair.
"I do," Finn agreed.
"What's the story behind it"
"Heh, I don't even know. My mom and dad, my adoptive mom and dad, found me when I was a baby, and I already had this hat. I've always had it."
"Man you must have had a huge dome."
"Nah, when I got bigger, she made it a bigger. I never knew my real mom and dad but I like to think they gave me this hat. And well, growing up and having it always fixed up by other mom means that its kind of from my other parents too."
Marceline sat quitely on the edge of her bed as she listened.
"That's pretty much the story," he concluded.
Marceline smiled softly.
"Its a good story. Come 'ere," she reached out to him with one hand. He took it and was gently yanked besided her.
"Huh. I would have thought your bed would suck as much as your couch," Finn observed.
"Well, most of the time I sleep while floating. But sometimes, when it's cold, I actually sleep on the bed and get underneath the sheets."
"You going to float tonight?" he asked.
"Nope. How am I supposed to steal your heat signature?"
"Hehe. Movie reference."
"Come on, get in," she said, lifting up the sheets.
"Man, this is so weird. I mean, good-weird," he said as he clambered in.
"Yeah, I think so too. I get to be the big spoon."
"Huh?"
"Oh, hold on, I'll show you," she flicked off the lights then gently landed on the bed, bringing down the covers over both of them.
"Alright, now turn around."
"Uh. Okay," he complied.
"Alright, fair warning, I'm a bit chilly." She slid in right behind him, so that she was pressed into his back, and wrapped her arms around him. He shivered slightly as goosebumps rose up his arms.
"See? I'm the big spoon, and you're the little spoon," she put a cold hand on his stomach and pulled him in slightly to curl up.
More goosebumps. He bought his hands on top of Marceline's and started rubbing, just to warm them up.
"Yeah, I think I get it."
"Mm," Marceline drew Finn even closer.
He slowly drew in a large breath and then let it out in a contented sigh.
"Happy?" she asked him.
"Mhm."
"Yeah. Me too."
"Cool."
"Penny for your thoughts?"
"Hmm. Nope. Don't got any."
"Really? None?"
"Nah. Not in the mood for deep thoughts. I'm happy just chillin'. You?"
"Eh. The usual stuff. Thinkin' about us."
"What about us?"
"Just kinda surprised that we're here. You know, together."
"Hehe. Yeah. Its pretty wild."
"Yeah. It is. What blows my brain is that you're easily the best boyfriend I ever had."
"You had boyfriends other than Ash?" he asked.
"Yeah. Surprised?"
"Nah. You're a thousand years old and totally awesome. I'd be surprised if you didn't."
"Hehe," she nibbled his ear, "Yeah. I had other boyfriends. Some girlriends too even."
"Hehe. You think that's sexy don't you?"
"...yeah."
"Well, anyway. They weren't all bad. Not even close. Its just that you're the best."
"Thanks."
"And obviously I'm the best girlfriend you've ever had," she giggled.
"None of them could compete with you, my lady," he responded.
"Heh. Smooth."
"I try."
"Mm" she tightened her embrace on Finn. He squirmed a little.
"You know, I've been wondering something Finn."
"Sup?"
"You didn't grow up with human parents, right?"
"Right. Jake's parents found me and took me in when I was a baby."
"Well, I ask because since I've known you, you get kind of twitchy when someone touches you."
Finn blushed, "I'm getting better at it!"
"You are," she stroked his chest, "But I was wondering if you were so shy because you didn't have huma-" she coughed, "physical contact growing up."
"Aw, I did. My family was all dogs, and dogs are mad affectionate."
"Yeah, I guess so. But its different, isn't it?"
"Maybe. I mean, I like this. A lot."
"Yeah. Me too. Nothing staves off loneliness like sappy romance."
"Heh."
Finn squirmed some more.
"Hey Marceline?"
"Sup?"
"Can I turn around?"
"Hmm?"
"I mean, this is nice, but I can't really reach anything but your arms."
"Yeah, go for it," Marceline untangled her limbs and allowed Finn to shift. Finn greeted her with a kiss.
"Mm," she smiled.
"You're so pretty."
"Aw," she stroked his hair, "That's sweet of you. I kind of like to go for the half-tomboy half-punk thing most of the time, but its nice to feel pretty too."
Finn shook his head, "I like that kind of stuff."
"Thanks. I think you're cute. And you're going to be super-handsome when you grow up."
"You think so?"
"Yeah. Definately. You already have your moments."
"Really?"
"Yeah, sure," she kissed him again, "Right now, when you're all wide-eyed and innocent and stuff? You're adorable. But, like, when you're all serious doing your hero thing? Super-handsome."
She rested her forehead against his and closed her eyes.
"Well, I'm out of stuff to talk about. How about you?" she asked.
"I dunno. I guess."
"You sleepy yet?"
"Hm. Not really."
"Heh. What do you want to do?"
She felt a not-unexpected kiss on her lips. She smiled, her eyes still closed.
"So, sloppy makeouts?" she asked.
"Yeah. Then I want to be the big spoon."
"Mm. Maybe. You'll have to earn it."