Marshall's POV

Well, I fucked that up, didn't I?

I don't even know what made me do it. I don't even really remember what happened. Her towel fell, and I remember almost not wanting, weirdly enough, to look at her body. But I did, an even though now I can't remember a thing, she flipped shit. And why shouldn't she? It was a pervvy move. And then I remember sitting next to her, and staring at that pretty mouth while she was apologizing for calling me a pervert, and it just happened.

I am some kind of fucked up.

Now she's sitting in the bathroom and won't come out.

Oh, Marshall Lee, Marshall Lee, what will you do?

Maybe I should pretend to leave. Or maybe, my subconscious whispers, if you pretend to leave or go invisible and she figured you out, she'll think you're an even bigger pervert and hate you forever. Sometimes I really appreciate my subconscious.

I sneak up on the door and knock softly. "Fionna? You decent? I'm coming in." I hear a muffled, "Fine." and open the door.

She's sitting in the bathtub. Obviously, the dry bathtub, but still. I stifle a laugh. "Fi, what are you doing in there?" She offers a sheepish grin. "I needed to stretch out. Don't judge."

I sit in the edge of the tub. "Will it freak you out if I get in there with you? There's not much room up here." She nods, her face coloring. Then she shakes her head, "Sorry, I mean it's okay. I don't mind."

I slide into the tub, thankful that it's long enough to accommodate both of us with minimal touching. She tucks her knees up to her chest and stares at me, one lock of drying hair curling on her forehead.

She's really beautiful. Which, of course, is why I kissed her. Not because I saw her naked. But I don't know how to make her believe that.

"Fi, are you mad that I kissed you just because I did, or because you think I did it because your towel fell off?"

Wow, I didn't know it was possible for someone's face to get that red.

"I don't know." she whispers. "The second one, I think." She lays her head down on her knees and looks up at me.

"Blue, that's not why I did it. It was poor timing, I'll admit." Dare I say it? "I just think you're exceedingly pretty." Well, no taking it back now.

That pretty mouth scrunches up and she looks thoughtful. "You think I'm...pretty? Really?"

My heart (that is, if I have one; it's never actually been determined. Nightosphere problems) hurts when she says that. To not actually believe that someone else thinks she's attractive...

"Little Blue, you've been hanging around the wrong guys if you've never been told that before. You're beautiful."

She blushes again, and looks away from me. "Thank you." she barely whispers. That might not even be what she said. I could have misheard.

We sit in silence for a while, but it's a comfortable silence. Suddenly she speaks up.

"That was my first kiss." She looks ashamed. Like she was saving that for someone.

Oh glob. She wanted her first kiss to be Prince Gumball.

"Damn, Fi. I'm sorry. Wasn't too terribly romantic, huh?"

She blushes. "I really wouldn't know. No basis for comparison, you know."

I grin. I feel a slap coming, but I go right on ahead. "I could give you a comparison, if you want. We could practice."

Her face goes even redder than before and her mouth puckers into a perfect 'O' which she hides behind her hands. But then she's smiling.

"I mean...practice does always make perfect..."

I cannot believe she's going along with this. Surely she's not serious, but even so. I'm going to see exactly how far she's going to take this.

I pull my legs back under me and lean forward until I'm on my knees with my face just inches from hers. I smirk and slip a hand into her hair, even though it's still wet and a little gross. She's stopped blushing and instead has turned white as a sheet, and I don't think she's breathing.

Suddenly, she lunges forward, crushing her lips against mine in that clumsy sweet way that never-been-kissed girls have. It catches me completely off-guard and I rock back on my heels.

Fionna pulls back for a second, watching for my reaction. Her blue eyes are wide as saucers as she studies my face. Then all of a sudden her arms are around my neck and her face is against mine and we're transitioning rapidly to a more horizontal position.

Don't blame me. Porcelain is slippery.

It's...strange...to be with someone this inexperienced. She's got her little mouth clamped shut. That just won't do.

"Open your goddamn mouth, Fionna." I growl against her skin. Shock, more than anything, I think, obliges her to comply.

She tastes divine.

I move to her neck as her fingers tangle in my hair and suddenly she's still. Her entire body stiffens underneath me. I don't know what's wrong.

I sit back and raise my eyebrows at her. Her face has gone white again. "You weren't...going to bite me, were you?"

Well there's a thought. It hadn't occurred to me before, but I probably won't be able to bite her, even playfully.

But suppose I did?

She sits up and touches her lips, which have a delightful color now, and runs her hand through her hair, now in disarray. "I think maybe we should stop, Marshall Lee."

I nod. "That's okay with me. We'll stop."

She climbs out of the bathtub and stumbles out into the room, wearing only my t-shirt, Jesus Christ that girl is hot, and I murmur to myself, "For now," and follow her into my room.

I'd better be careful. If I don't watch myself, I'm going to corrupt this poor girl.

I laugh.

I can't maintain a straight face at that train of thought.

A. N. So things finally got a little heated between Marshall Lee and Fionna. Y'all happy? Your reviews filled me with joy and happiness. You can ensure further chapters by leaving more. Anyways, graduation is two weeks from today, so consistent uploads may not be in the cards. So sorry, loves. But as always, lub yew - Nada