Fionna laid in her bed. Tears soaked her pillow as confusion clutched at her heart with an agonizing grip.

She had told Cake that she just wanted to sleep and she'd talk about it in the morning. Cake purred from her bed across the room.

Fionna had always harbored a crush for Marshall, spanning from the very first day they met. His black, "run her fingers through", soft hair, his dark

eyes, his low seductive voice. Even the way he teased her made her heart beat just a little faster than normal. She wasn't mad about the kiss, she

realized. She was furious that he'd go so low to mess with her. To mess with her very heart. As if it wasn't obvious what she felt for him, how she'd

always choose to hang out with him over Gumball.

But he never showed more interest than teasing. Not until that kiss, that is. That kiss made her feel like he felt something for her, yet for all she knew

it was probably acting too.

The pain became a dull ache, tugging at her heart strings, reminding her that it was there. She was just about to fall into the comforting embrace of

slumber as she heard a rustle.

"Good kitty". Said a low, familiar voice.

"Marshall!" Anger filled Fionna's voice as she sprung out of bed. "Cake, get him out of her...Cake?" Cake continued to slumber despite Fionna's calls

to her.

"I put a tiny spell on her. She'll stay asleep a little longer. Fionna..." Marshall floated to her, his eyes were sad, almost pleading, and his lips were

contorted into a deep frown. What appeared to be tears were streaked on his cheeks, but Fionna couldn't be too sure.

"How could you do this! You freak. Leave me the lump alone!" Fionna stared defiantly at Marshall, trying to make herself appear tall and strong.

Marshall floated to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"You don't know..." he breathed, "how long I've wanted to kiss you like that". He spoke with his lips against her neck, his cool breath making her

shudder. She relaxed as she felt his body pressing into hers. "Oh Fionna...I'm bad, really bad." His fangs sunk into Fionna's vulnerable skin. "I never could of imagined you'd want a bad boy like me.

Only dreamed."

Fionna's panties began to moisten again, and the heat returned to her skin. "Marshall...I like you." A blush spread across her cheeks.

Marshall grinned at her innocence. No games, he thought, simply "I like you." She was real, a real beautiful girl. He kissed her neck, while his hand

wandered from around her waist to her perfectly round buns, as his stronger form began to push her toward the direction of the bed.

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