"'morning Marceline," Finn yawned.
"G'morning Finn." She returned the yawn.
"You sleep good?"
She pulled his arms around her more snuggly. He was the big spoon.
"'mnotready to get up," she answered groggily.
Finn rocked a little with her in his arms.
"You're all warm," he noted.
"Mm," she smiled.
"Hey Marcy?"
"Yeah Finn?"
"I've been thinking about something..."
"Sup?"
"Can I ask a question?"
"As long as you keep me warm," she remained adamant in staying in bed, eyes closed.
"Where are we going with this?" he asked.
"With what Finn?"
"You know. Us."
She merely shrugged in his arms.
"I mean like. You know. You're immortal. I'm not."
"I don't want to think about that Finn," she muttered.
"But, I mean, don't you worry about it?" he asked.
"I said I don't want to think about it," she raised her voice.
"Sorry."
She sighed.
"Now I can't sleep," she grumbled.
"Sorry," he appologized again.
"No. Its okay," she turned in his arms and draped hers over his shoulders, "Is it really bothering you?"
"Kinda. Like, I thought I knew what it meant, but, the more I think about it, the less sure I am.
"I can tell you the answer, but you're not going to like it."
He considered it.
"I think I want to know."
She kissed his cheek. "It's going to end Finn. You're going to get old, and then you're going to die. And when you do, there's going to be nothing left of you for me but memories. No kids. No nothing."
"Bummer."
She snorted in amusement, "Understatement. But that assumes we stay together till you die," she continued, "We could break up long before then. Maybe we get sick of each other. Or maybe we just get bored. Maybe we fight and break up. Maybe you find someone you love more. Maybe I do. Maybe you get together with that human woman and go on to repopulate Ooo with humans. If anything, any of those is more likely than us lasting till you die."
Finn contemplated this.
"I could make you into a vampire. For real. I wouldn't have to watch you die. But if we're both immortal, we'll definately split up at some point. It's just inevitable. When you're immortal nothing lasts forever. Except you."
Finn sniffled. Marceline finally opened her eyes.
"Are you crying Finn?"
"No," he denied, "...maybe."
She held him more tightly, so did he in response.
"If you were immortal the best we could hope for is that we part on good terms, and maybe even be off and on for eternity. But that's it. As a mortal, the best case is that we love each other very much until you're gone."
"Has this happened to you before?" he asked.
"Yeah Finn. It has."
"I'm so sorry," he whispered.
"Hey, come on now," she patted his back, "Don't cry. Look at me."
She met his gaze, holding back tears herself.
"Look. Its sad. It really is. It's going to break my heart one day. I'm going to cry, and yell, and kick and scream, and grieve like crazy. Cause that's what you have to do before you can move on."
Finn diverted his gaze.
"Look at me," she forced him back, "But I'm okay with it. I like you Finn. I like you a lot. I like being with you."
"I do too..."
"That's plenty then. Don't waste your time worrying about the future Finn."
"That's hard."
Marceline kissed him on the lips. "It seems like it, but its not really. You just got to let yourself get distracted by the here and now."
"How?"
"You hungry?"
"Kinda."
"What do you want for breakfast?"
"I dunno."
"I'm thinking strawberry pancakes. How does that sound?"
Finn sniffed and wiped his eyes. "Yeah. That sounds good."
"Yeah. It does sound good. Mind helping me cook?"
"Okay."
She released him from her embrace and with one final yawn stretched, popping a few joints in the process.
"So, I've been thinking about a new idea for a song..."