Chapter 7: mindless wandering
What was he doing?
He couldn't even walk straight, yet there he was pressing a woman who hates him against his apartment door. His warm lips pressing again and again to hers as she magically reciprocated. For a moment he was certain she would push him back and slap him, but all she did was drive him crazy. Her soft, glittering locks like strings of gold in a twisted loom. She was the sun. Her mouth was as warm and her smile was as radiant as the star she was. He was certain from the first time he laid his eyes on her, from the first time he heard her bashful voice, that she was some kind of angelic being.
Maybe it was the beer, but it didn't matter because the alcohol was being washed away with her heavenly tongue pressing in to his. Marshall was ready to die right then and there, her timid gasps and sighs against his mouth another way of seducing him to his own death. She, undoubtably, would be his cause. Her curt and blunt personality was excused by her soft body and amorous flush speckled across her cheeks. But she proved her tongue to be just as sharp. He needed her. He needed that sharp tongue that would expectantly abuse him again in the morning. He needed her body, her legs, her lips, her everything. He need need needed everything from her.
What was he doing?
God, why was he thinking about that right now? He quickly snapped out of his daydream and focused on piping on his flour design on the side of the cake. While he was busy with that Fionna was mixing the other color frosting and stuffing that in the other piper they had been provided with. With a clenched jaw, he did his best to keep his eyes on the lines of red frosting and off of the blond not two feet away from him. It was killing him to be this nonchalant with her, and she was making it a lot more difficult with how defensive she was acting with him. She was too cute when she was mad. It reminded him of when she clawed at his back and demanded him to…
"Dammit," he cursed to himself.
"Are you okay? Did you mess up?" Fionna asked and peeked over his shoulder.
"Um. No, I'm fine," he assured her and continued with his flowers.
"It's very pretty," she murmured and watched his lines.
"Uh, thanks," he said under his breath. It was becoming more and more difficult to breath with her so close to him. She lingered for another moment or two before returning to her frosting. Marshall let out a silent sigh of relief, doing his best to stop the shaking in his fingers. He had to do something about…whatever he was going through and just pretend everything is normal and that he wasn't just thinking intensely about their more intimate moments. He could only image how hard she would hit him if she caught him looking at places he shouldn't.
He bit his lower lip, growing more and more frustrated with himself as he finished up the red flowers and took the green piping bag from Fionna. The thick frosting swirled to his command as his brain was flooded with memories and fantasies. He had to remember not to squeeze the bag too hard or else the whole thing would be ruin. Funny how when you're trying not to think of something it's the one thing that you can't get out of your head. He was mentally cursing himself over and over again until he finished up the last swirl and the timer buzzed underneath the shelter.
"Sponsors! Set your pipers down!" Peggy announced through her megaphone.
Marshall slammed the bag on the counter. Some green frosting oozed out on to the counter, but before anyone could say anything about it Marshall was already half way to the bathrooms across the field. He ignored Fionna's shouts after him and never stopped walking until he got under the cover of the unisex lavatory. He slammed the door behind him and pressed both of his palms in to the sink, refusing to look up to his reflection. Marshall groaned and dug his hands in to his face, wiping a bit of the sweat from under his fringe from the heat.
What was he doing?
His brain was littered with her. She was everywhere he looked, and it was fucking killing him. The fresh air conditioning managed to cool him down, but he was more winded up that ever. She was clawing at him like a cat, meowing for his affections yet hissing at anything his did.
He sighed, and finally looked up in to the mirror. His hair was a mess and his face was slightly flushed. It was probably redder while he was trying to pipe the freaking cake. He could only wonder what Fionna would make of him storming off like that so brash. Hopefully she would think he just really needed to piss or something like that. Marshall cringe at his reflection, unable to help how disgusted he felt with himself for thinking like that. He turned on the cold water and splashed his face a couple times, dried off, and took a deep breath before finally going back to the center. Of course, when he came back, he was greeted by a very angry looking Fionna. She glared at him with her arms crossed and her hip popped out to the side. Her foot tapped impatiently as she stood next to one of the posts of the shelter.
"Where the hell where you? She already judged everyone," she nearly yelled.
"Sorry…I really needed to take a leak," Marshall replied calmly, able to act normally again once he had gotten a hold of himself. She rolled we eyes.
"God, fucking tell me next time so I don't have to wonder where the hell you disappeared to," she snapped. Marshall raised his brow.
"Uh, sorry, but I didn't realize you were my mother," he retorted. That only made her angrier. Angry enough for her to slap his arm.
"Oh shut up! We're teammates now, which means you can't just march off at the end of a challenge without at least saying you'll be right back. I thought you were…like, mad at me or something…" she muttered at the end. Marshall blinked in surprise. She wasn't actually mad at him, she was just…worried.
"Why'd you think I was mad?" He asked. She shrugged and avoided his eye.
"I dunno…you just seemed like something was bothering you, and I have been a bit snappy today," she said. He failed to suppress a laugh, causing Fionna to turn red and flare up at him. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing. It's just that 'snappy' is a bit of an understatement," he smirked down at her and watcher her cheeks get even redder.
"Whatever man, just don't do it again," she grumbled and glared at the floor. He smiled.
"Yeah, okay I won't do that again on one condition," he said. She looked up. "You've gotta stop freaking out whenever I touch you," he told her. Fionna was silent for a few moments before passively nodding and muttering "okay" under her breath.
"Great, uh…who won?" He asked. Fionna looked confused for a moment before remembering the challenge.
"Oh, we did," she told him.
"Really?"
"Yeah, I think you're the only one here that actually knows how to draw because everyone else's looked like kindergarten masterpieces, except for one guy. His was really neat, but that was just because he runs a bakery," she told him. He chuckled.
"Wow, now that's saying something. I wouldn't be surprised if I was, drawing is hard fucking work," he spoke as he leaned against the post, towering over Fionna and (again) reminding her of just how tall he was.
"Yeah, we got like five points and everyone else got two for actually baking the cake successfully. She took all the cakes for the survivors lunch," she informed him. He nodded.
"Sounds good. I'm glad they aren't just gonna throw them out. That'd be such a waste," he said as he checked his watch.
"Yeah…what do you think the other challenges are gonna be?" She asked. He hummed and folded his arms over his chest as he thought.
"I'm not sure. I'm guess thing the challenges will get progressively harder as we do them, and longer too," he spoke, the sun highlighting the lower half of his face. She nodded in agreement.
"Probably. That's how they usually go."
"Did the girl tell you when the next challenge is?"
"Oh, yeah. She said all the challenges will be about an hour apart," Fionna informed him.
"Got it. I guess we're kinda stuck with each other unless you want to avoid each other like acid during each hour between," he chuckled as if he already knew the answer. Fionna laughed slightly herself, and looked down at the ground while fiddling with the tips of her curls.
"Maybe, I dunno…I guess it wouldn't be the end of the world if we talked like normal human beings," she murmured just loud enough for him to hear. He looked over at her and smirked.
"Yeah?"
"…yeah."