What happened last:

Finn and Marceline were able to get some alone time in a familiar closet in the candy castle. Marceline initially wanted to communicate with actions rather than words first but it turned into a serious conversation when Finn got some important stuff off his chest. And now that everything is out on the table, Marcy and Finn can use their alone time wisely…

She almost tackled Finn as she attacked his mouth. He stumbled backwards from her jumping at him combined with the influence of the wine that they both drank. It seemed as if the alcohol's influence returned in full force once they finished with their serious conversation. And it was obvious.

It didn't take long for things to start getting hot and heavy in that closet. Marceline kept pushing Finn back until they were against a wall in a coat closet, with coats all around. They were slightly giggling the whole time as they kept making out with a burning passion that could ignite the sun.

They were against the wall in that cramped little space and were exchanging body heat and feeling up on each other's bodies. They were both feeling the same erotic adrenaline rush and neither of them wanted to contain themselves in the slightest.

Eventually, while they were kissing they lost each other's balance and fell over, regardless of being propped up against a wall. As they fell to the side, Marceline attempted to break their fall by grabbing onto some coats out of reflex but she only ended up pulling a few off their hangers and they ended up being covered in various sweaters, jackets and coats.

Once they slumped to the ground they both started laughing. They thought it was pretty funny but they quickly got back on track. Their hormones intoxicated each of them, making the alcohol seem to affect them more and their emotions seemed to be stuck in full throttle.

Once they recovered from their comical moment, they went back to caressing each other and they were almost rolling around on the floor. Their legs were intertwined so that each of them could feel as much of the other's skin as possible without taking all their clothes off. Finn ended up on top and he was slightly tugging on Marceline's hair as he kissed her and occasionally bit her lip.

Every time he pulled her hair or bit her lip, she shivered. And every time he pulled or bit with a little more force, she shivered a bit more and sometimes let out a quiet moan.

As they made out and continued to arouse each other as much as possible, they kept rolling around on the floor. After a few times of that, one of their feet hit something and it fell over and clinked on the ground. It sounded like a bottle.

F: "What was that?" He said as he pulled away from Marceline's lips so that he could speak. He sounded exhausted.

M: "Oh uh… I brought champagne…" She felt naughty and blushed…

F: "Sham-pain? What's that for?"

M: "W-well… some people like to have it around when they… It's a romantic thing."

F: "Oh! I get it. Like kissing and stuff? Cause that's pretty romantic I guess." He looked at her and raised his eyebrows a few times.

M: "Well… that's like, 23 percent of it…"

F: "What's the rest of the… 77 percent for?" He had to stop and do the math. He may not have been very good at math years ago, but he's been practicing.

M: "Well, if you're good then I might just show you." She said with a wink. She didn't want to beat around the bush; she just wanted to tell him but she just decided not to.

F: "Ok. Sounds cool!" He sounded almost too excited. Not that it was a bad thing; he just didn't know what she was insinuating.

M: "Yeah… cool." She looked at him with evil eyes and observed his innocence. He just seemed innocent with things like this, but when the time comes, he figures things out pretty quickly.

Without further stalling, they both went in to continue kissing each other. Marceline tried to sit up and have her back against the wall and Finn just followed her lips as she got up; not losing even the slightest bit of intensity.

The vampire queen reached over and grabbed the champagne. She took a break from having her hands all over Finn's body to open the bottle of sparkling wine. Finn only barely noticed that she was reaching for the bottle until it was already in her hands.

F: "What are you-?"

*POP*

F: "Oh Glob!" Finn yelled and he jumped to the ground off to the side and covered his head. It sounded like a gunshot to him in that enclosed space.

He quickly picked himself up and looked at Marceline, who was giggling at his overreaction.

M: "You ok, hero?"

F: "Y-yeah. I was just joking around… you didn't see that." He said jokingly, realizing that he acted ridiculous.

M: "Whatever you say, sergeant." She mocked him and rendered an awkward looking hand salute.

F: "Oh shut up, you."

M: "Why don't you make me?" He smiled at him and she gave him her "sexy" eyes.

He responded with attacking her mouth just as they had been doing the whole time.

M: "I can… still… talk." She was talking in between each kiss that Finn gave her. She was really testing him at this point. She wanted to see how far she could get him to go.

Good thing he studied…

F: "Fine how about… now?" He said and began to slowly run his hand down the front of Marceline's pants.

She shivered and shuddered a bit but she still managed to speak.

M: "N-nope… I can still-"

She was interrupted when he put his hand all the way down her pants. She inhaled sharply and let out a euphoria filled exhale.

He hadn't even done anything yet, but it was easy for him to get the vampire queen going because she actually liked him a lot. And that was always a big part for her to have intimate relationships. During the course of her life she's been battling with letting people in and trusting them. It's been heartache every moment as she mourned at the wake of the funeral of hearts which was her love life. Life was never really fair to her, but nobody ever said that it had to be.

F: "That's what I thought…"

Marceline was finally quiet at this point. She wanted to speak to get Finn to keep going, but she knew that he wasn't going to stop at this point.

And that's how she liked it.

As Finn continued to delve into the (mostly) unknown, he found that he was getting more and more aroused than ever before. It's not like she wasn't the most desirable thing in existence already; she just seemed… more interesting to him. He couldn't really figure it out, but it didn't matter because he wanted her now.

Marceline held up the bottle, signaling to Finn to take a drink and he took it without saying anything. He took a big gulp, passed it to the vampire queen and she did the same.

The room was starting to spin for the both of them, and they loved every moment of it. They loved how everything felt. They loved how their combined warmth was a perfect temperature. They loved everything about this moment.

As the room began to spin faster and faster, they kept going to match the speed. Finn started to lightly claw near Marceline's shoulder blades and she arched her back out of pleasure. He then gently slid his hands down around her lower back to feel her hourglass-like curves. She was perfect in every way and she never ceased to amaze him with anything that she did.

He slowly moved his hands back down to her waist and then down her pants. She responded the same way she did before with a sharp inhale. He continued moving his hands lower and decided to rub his hands along her thighs to see how she would respond.

What he found changed the mood entirely…

He gently rubbed his fingers along her upper left thigh and felt what seemed like lines on her leg. As if someone had embedded something on her skin.

F: "M-Marcy? What's that?" He asked innocently. He was feeling moderately concerned.

M: "Finn…" She said in a low voice.

F: "What?" He was quickly becoming more worried.

M: "It's… nothing…"

F: "Marceline, please tell me. You know you can tell me anything." He pulled his hand out of her pants and looked her in the eyes.

Neither of them really seemed to care or notice that the moment that they were having just abruptly ended because this seemed serious. Finn decided that he'd get back on track with what they were doing after he figures out what's wrong...

M: "I… It's nothing really…"

F: "Marceline Abadeer, please tell me." He sounded as serious as ever. He tried his best to make sure that she knew that she could trust him with anything, but that was always hard for her to do; even though it was Finn.

She took in a deep breath and told Finn what the truth was. And for once, she didn't beat around the bush.

M: "When life got hard... and just too much to take… I found a release from it all. I know you're going to say I'm stupid for it or whatever, but it helped me through some tough times. And I know it even seems dumb to do because everyone says, "How would that even help? That's just stupid!" But they don't know. I'm not asking for you to accept it; I'm asking you to accept me regardless of it and-" She started to tear up as she explained herself.

He silenced her by placing a finger on her lips.

F: "Marcy, whatever you did to make it through life so far doesn't bother me, or really even concern me for that matter. I like you just the way you are, problems and all."

M: "S-so you don't think I'm crazy?"

F: "Have you ever met me before? I've done some pretty crazy stuff in my life. Of course I don't think you're crazy. Well, maybe a little. But that's just cause you're a radical dame. But I got used to it so it's ok." He said with the most photogenic smile that Marceline's ever seen.

She stared at him and smiled, he had such a way with words sometimes.

M: "Glob, Finn. You always know what to say." She began to blush a little and brushed her hair behind her ear.

Marceline grew up with more stress than most people deal with during their entire lives. She dealt with neglect, deprivation, abandonment, survival, death and every other possible thing someone could go through. All of this lead to a suicide attempt when she was very young after Simon Petrikov went completely insane and turned into the Ice King that one dark day, hundreds of years ago.

Finn could see that her mood changed and she felt a bit happier but he also picked up on the sadness in her eyes. He could tell that she had something that she needed to get off her chest, whether she wanted to or not.

F: "So… why did you start doing it?"

M: "Doing what, Finn?" She almost sounded scared to answer him. She didn't want to relive those terrible memories, but it was only for the best.

F: "This…" He said as he brushed his hand gently along her upper left thigh. He could easily feel the scars.

M: "It started a long time ago, Finn. It's a long story."

F: "It's ok, I got time." He could tell that she didn't want to talk about it and it was obvious. But she needed to talk about it or she would never be able to get over these painful memories.

M: "Ok… *sigh* where to begin?"

M: "It all started exactly one year after Simon finally went insane…"

She began to narrate her terrible tale of sadness, loss and suicide attempts and Finn sat there in silence and listened to every word…

Well, it looks like it's time for some more feels. How'd you guys like Chapter 47?