Chapter 3: mistakes
Fionna's mind woke up before she wanted to open her eyes. She could feel all four beers she had last night right in her head as she winced at the sunlight that must've been shining through her window. Except she didn't have a window in her bedroom, and there was no way the sun could touch her in her sleep. She squeezed her eyes tightly, ignoring that fact and snuggling closer in her blanket. For some reason she feel warmer around her waist and her back and shoulders. That's definitely strange, she didn't feel the weight of her two cats on the end of her bed. Did Miskers and Wittens not come to bed last night? They always came to bed. Did they not like her anymore? Did they need to go to the vet? Did she need to get new cats? Or just more cats. More cats for her to slowly chase away from the edge of her bed two at a time.
Her eyes snapped open as she felt the warmth around her waist squeeze her. Kisses were pressed against her neck and down between her shoulder blades. Oh fuck, she wasn't wearing any clothes! She was about to completely freak out about who the fuck was in her bed and…wait, this wasn't her bed. Her sheets are blue, not white. And her floor is not in desperate need of vacuuming. Fuck, what happened last night. Kisses weren't the only thing being pressed to her body. Only then did she register the heat along her back as another person. Another person who was currently kissing her nape and caressing her hip. The kisses lead up to her ear and she waited for the mystery man to reveal his voice to her.
"Good morning," murmured a familiar husky voice. Her eyes widened, and she jerked up to see Marshall laying next to her with a smug smile on his face. Her jaw dropped, and remembered she was naked and pulled the covers over her chest.
"M-Marshall? What the fuck? What happened?" She asked looking around the room.
It was kinda obvious what had happened, but she was really trying to figure out how. How did he manage to get her in bed? When did they stop arguing and start kissing? She couldn't think clearly and saw her blouse on the edge of the bed and her skirt near his door. Her bra was hanging off of a guitar stand, yet she couldn't seem to spot her panties.
"Well, it's kinda obvious what happened. How it happened…I'm not so sure myself," he replied laying flat on his back.
"How did I even get here? And where is my underwear?" She asked.
"Oh," Marshall lifted one of the pillows and pulled out her plain white underwear from underneath it. He stretched it with his fingers and smiled at the memories from last night. "Here it is," he grinned and held them up. She glared at him and snatched them from his hands, instantly getting out of his bed and slipping them on. He watched as she walked over to his guitar stand to claimed her bra, promptly putting it back on and continuing to gather the rest of her clothes.
"Wait, are you already leaving?" He asked sitting up.
"Don't you have work today?" She snarked. He frowned.
"Yeah, but that's later. C'mon, at least stay for breakfast," he quickly picked his boxers from the ground and pulled them back up.
"No, I have to run errands and place new orders and go grocery shopping and not be around you," she spoke hurriedly as she bent down to pick up her skirt. Marshall smirked.
"Nice boy-shorts, you wear those often?" He teased. She squeaked and quickly turned so her behind was facing away from him.
"D-don't look at my ass! And no, I don't. T-they were the only clean pair and I have to do laundry," she glared and started slipping her skirt on.
"Well, I've done worse than looking," he said and stepped in front of her, a smug grin contradicting the lustful gleam in his eyes. She blushed as he reached out for her hip. "Unless you hardly remember last night, I have no problem jogging your memory," he bit his lip and ducked down to gently kiss her neck. His lips feathered over the hickeys he left last night and curved in to a grin before kissing her again. Fionna frowned. What was happening? They already did that stuff while they were drunk and stupid, why is he doing that? Unless…he actually wanted to be with her…shit. She gently pushed him back.
"Uh, Marshall. You do know that last night was a mistake, right?" She asked. He chuckled.
"Then last night was the best mistake I ever made. I wouldn't mind making the same mistake again, would you?" He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed her body against his as he leaned down to kiss her.
"Wait…I do mind…we shouldn't…Marshall…" she said between kisses, but eventually stopped as he softly pushed her against his wall.
She didn't know what to do or say. A part of her was screaming to go home and forget it ever happened, but another part of her was telling her how fucking fantastic Marshall was at kissing. His lips practically danced with hers and tempted her to kiss back. But she had errands! So many thing to do! And what about Cake? What happened to Cake…and, what time was it…and, God why is he so good at kissing? She finally gave in and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back just as his tongue pressed against hers. He smiled and pulled back slightly to grin down at her. Fionna frowned and instantly put her arms back to her sides, slightly disappointed he stopped. The blond let her head rest against the wall, her mind weighing the pros and cons of staying. Instead of kissing her lips again he resumed against her neck. Marshall kissed up and down the purplish spots on her skin and nipped at her ear lobe.
"You're awfully quiet," he murmured and continued to kiss her skin.
"I'm thinking," she replied.
"About what?"
"…staying," she mumbled. He chuckled and smoothed his hand over her figure.
"Is that really something to think about?"
"Y…you're distracting me," she stammered as he started to unzip her skirt again.
"Mmm…I think those boy-shorts look really good on you. I'd love to see them again," he whispered and slid his hands down her undone skirt. Fionna gasped and clamped a hand over her mouth once he grabbed her ass.
"W-where did Cake go last night?" She asked.
"She went home, we walked her there," he informed her.
"And after that?" He grinned.
"I think you can guess what happened next." Fionna sighed as he kissed her collar bones and then pushed him back again. He backed off on his own, but was taken by surprise when she shoved him back on to his bed. The tiny girl climbed over him, glaring down at him before leaning down to kiss him.
"Was it something like this?" She asked. He shook his head, slightly dazed by how fast she gained control over him.
"No, it was a little flipped," he replied and looked down at her lips again. She smirked, that was the first time she smiled this morning, and leaned down for another kiss. Before her lips met his she pulled back.
"You do know this is a one time thing, and that after I leave this never happened, right?" She asked sternly. He nodded, getting a bit impatient as he glanced to her lips. "Oh, and you can't tell anyone, understood?"
"Yes, I get it. We never fucked and you still hate me. It's in my brain," he sassed. She rolled her eyes.
"God, you are so annoying. Put those lips to better use and kiss me," she ordered.
He did as she asked, smiling slightly before he did and tugging down her tight skirt. It rejoined the floor next to Marshall's flannel from last night. His tongue was quick to engage hers as they inched further back on the mattress and his hands drifted back over her tush. He dug his fingers under the fabric and groaned slightly as how creamy and soft her skin was. She was so pale she made him look like he had an intense tan. He loved that. It didn't take long for him to trace around her underwear and tease slightly between her thighs. She barely noticed it until he cupped her sex and she moaned loudly and involuntarily.
"Fuck you," she managed, his fingers working throughly against her panties.
"You like that?" He smiled.
She nodded and pushed her hips against his fingers. He flipped her over and watched her squirm underneath him. Fionna panted as his fingers pushed harder. She wanted more. Before she could even ask he replaced his hand with his own hips, rolling and grinding against her as she moaned helplessly. He gripped her hips and bit his lip, reaching for his night stand and finally finding a spare condom. Without warning he stripped off her bra and panties and pulled down his boxers. She waited as he opened and rolled on the condom, asking herself if she was really doing this sober when he repositioned himself over her.
"You ready?" He asked.
"Yes, just fuck me already," she demanded impatiently. He rolled his eyes and slowly pushed in. She gasped at the stretch and he stopped.
"You oka-"
"Yes, fucking go," she barked, sweat starting to roll down her back. He did so and continued. She purred happily as he drew back, and then in just as slowly.
"Geez, don't go so slow. I'm not a virgin," she urged digging her fingers in to his hair.
"That's kinda obvious," he muttered and quickened his pace.
She moaned at his change of pace and smiled as he kissed over her neck and down her naked chest. He pressed his tongue to her nipple and grabbed her other breast with his hand. Her breath hitched as this happened, rocking her hips with his as her lungs demanded more air and her body demanded more pleasure. She would ask for more, but he probably wouldn't listen. He groaned as her hips bucked in to his and rested his forehead between her breasts. It only took a few more thrusts for her to cum and roll her head back as she moaned loudly. Her body fell flat against his mattress and her chest heaved while he continued two more thrusts before grunting and breathing heavy as well. They laid there panting until Fionna pulled him out of her and wiggled out from underneath him.
"Where…are you going?" He asked as he tried to catch his breath.
"Home," she answered finding her clothes again.
"R…really? Aren't you tired after that?" He question. She looked back at him over her shoulder as she clipped on her bra.
"After what? Nothing happened, remember? Besides, I have a busy day and you just pushed back my schedule. I gotta get going."