Chapter 13: kiss me hurt me

Marshall laid in the grass, pursing his lips over and over again as the day continued on. His body was exhausted from the last challenge. They had to play a game called ship wreck where Peggy called out different phrases and they had to follow with a certain action. Most of the time it was just finding a group, but most of the time he was carrying Fionna around on his back. Not that he was complaining, she had such strong thighs he barely had to hold her up. He had troubles keeping his mind grounded for a while, but now all he could think about was that split second of contact between their lips before the challenge.

It was too quick for him to fully remember just how soft her lips were, but his imagination was accurate enough. Kissing Fionna was like kissing the embodiment of bliss. Every second that they've kissed was vivid to him, and he couldn't help but get lost in the thought of doing it again. It was disgusting how much he wanted her, he was starting to freak out because of it. Was this some kind of unhealthy obsession? Usually these kinda situations just kinda trail off with no part two or follow up. It was always fuck and run on both ends. He never got a call back or even a number for him to call, but now he was thinking of all the digits of Fionna's phone number. She was starting to infect him, and the scary part was how good it felt to think about her. She was barely five feet away talking to Cake about the challenge and how they were pretending to date now because of Patrice. It was adorable.

"Hey, Marshall…you doing okay over there?" Cake asked looking over at him. It took him a while to reply before blinking out of his daydream and looking over and up at her and Fionna.

"Uh…yeah," he replied. Cake chortled.

"You stuck in dream land or something like that, boy?" She said all sassy. She was talking the way she usually does when she's with someone she doesn't know too well. Fionna noticed. Whenever she starts picking up her old accent from living in the dumps she's trying to impress. She's trying to be what people perceive her to be. Marshall chuckled.

"Something like that," he murmured loud enough for them to hear. He heard more giggles as he looked back up the to underside of his tent. He could see the shadows from the fallen leaves block the yellow glow from the sunlight, and the creases in the fabric where the edges met. His eyes traced each seam before closing, and imagining soft lips pressed against his for a surprise kiss. Summer breeze past and he inhaled the scent of grass and trees and an oddly artificial vanilla flavor. It was sweet, and it made him smile.

"Are you asleep?" He heard from above him. When he opened his eyes he saw Fionna looking down at him.

"Obviously," he crooned. She smiled and rolled her eyes before flicking his forehead.

"Ouch! Hey, what was that for?"

"For being a sarcastic asshole," she said and kissed the spot she flicked. Marshall grinned.

"That was awfully nice of you," he mumbled and watched her checks turn pink.

"Shut up, dude. Patrice is like two spots away and she keeps walking back and forth and hanging out with the baker next to me," she informed him.

"Well then maybe we should do some more of that. Make it look like we're dating," he suggested, still enslaved to the idea of her kissing him again. She smacked his arm lightly.

"Maybe later if you're good," she said watching Patrice make her way back to her own spot. Marshall decided to lean up and peak as well and accidentally knocked his skull on Fionna's jaw.

"Ow! Shit!" She cursed.

"Oh fuck…" Marshall hissed rubbing his head and laying back down.

"That was graceful, you two really look like a couple," Cake called over to them.

"Shut up, Cake," Fionna grumbled still rubbing her chin.

"Make out already," Cake replied in a bite-me kinda tone. Fionna moved back to let Marshall sit up, but he remained on his back holding his hand to his forehead.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Hmm, I dunno, I might need another kiss," he said.

"As if," she scoffed. "Get up, you're fine." He did so and laughed a little.

"What's so funny?" She questioned on the defensive side. He shook his head.

"Nothing, I'm just going brain dead," he said and scooted over to sit next to her, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Oh boo hoo. Get over it," she pinched his shoulder.

"Aye, be careful. I'm a fragile soul."

"Your soul may be fragile, but that doesn't change the fact that you're all skin and bones," she snarked. He looked over at her and smirked at her.

"Yeah right. You know very well I have a bit of muscle in there too," he purred. Fionna turned red and pretended not to hear him. Why was he so shameless about what happened. Surely he has to feel some kind of mortification or embarrassment. They saw each other and got close with each other…oh god. She just realized he knows what she looks like when she…fuck.

"Speechless at the memories?" He hummed and grinned. The blond snapped out of her embarrassment as she noticed Patrice coming back and towards them.

"Fuck," she whispered.

"Huh?" Marshall started to look at where she was looking, but before he could get far Fionna cupped his face and pressed her lips to his again. At first Marshall thought he was day dreaming again and happily went along with it. She delicately shifted her lips over his and her fingers over his face. Just as he was about to press his tongue to hers he felt her pull back and than blinked at her. Of course she seemed totally unaffected by what had just happened while Marshall felt like a needy mess and craved her even more than before.

"Oh thank god, I thought she was gonna try and talk to us," she sighed with relief and dropped her hands from his face. Marshall sat there speechless staring at her with his fingers loosely laced with her hair when she looked at him again.

"You okay?" She asked. He blinked and cleared his throat, pulling his hand from her locks.

"Um…u-uh, y-yeah I'm fine. Of course I'm okay. W-why wouldn't I be?" He laughed nervously and started ripping up a patch of grass. Fionna furrowed her eyebrows and watched him fiddle with the blades of grass.

"Uh…sorry about that. I thought Patrice was gonna try and talk to us," she explained.

"It's fine. No need to apologize. It just kinda…surprised me is all," he said, his mind obviously elsewhere.

"Are you sure you're okay? I didn't mean to like upset you or anything," she spoke with concern. Marshall laughed, picked out more grass, and then laughed harder.

"Um…Marshall?"

"Sorry, it's just hilarious you think I'm upset about that," he said still chuckling slightly.

"What do you mean by that?" She inquired.

"C'mon, Fi, don't play dumb with me. You're a very skilled kisser," he told her with a smile stuck on his face. Fionna blushed.

"N-no I'm not, it's all you," she denied bashfully. Marshall snorted.

"You make me feel like an amateur, and I know I'm good."

"If anything I'm the amateur. You're the first guy I've kissed in four years," she informed him.

"Could've fooled me. I thought you were well in the game that night. You could clean up your morning escape rout, but other than that it was pretty solid," he confessed. Fionna laughed, the idea of her being "well in the game" was hysterical to her.

"Whatever dude, I was totally out of practice and let's not forget I was fucking drunk the whole time too. I am very well out of the game," she persisted.

"Maybe, but damn you sure did fool me. I was so ready to wake up to nothing, needless to say I was very happy when I didn't," he said with a sense of nostalgia, as if he'd been thinking about it ever since it happened. Fionna blushed and watched him zone out, lost in his own thoughts while waiting for her response. A few moments of silence passed when Fionna realized it was her turn to talk.

"A-anyways. That doesn't matter, i-it shouldn't have happened and like I said I was drunk a-and I shouldn't have stayed that morning-" before she could say another word Marshall had turned his head and pressed his mouth over hers. He reached up to run his fingers through her hair again and allowed himself to kiss her gently. Fionna, who was stunned at first, slowly relaxed and leaned in to him. She let him reach for her waist and pull her closer to him, her legs pressing up against his as her body turned to face him. As soon as he pulled back he kissed her again, and calmly cupped the side of her face. Fionna let her hand rest on the grass and grip the edge of his flannel with her forefinger and thumb. After a moment or two he let her go and took a few seconds to catch the breath that she stole.

"You are obviously so much better," he whispered with a smirk.

"I didn't even do anything, that was all you," she argued looking down at the grass. "Besides…you're probably just trying to land me in bed again…"

"What?"

"Ah-hem!" Fionna and Marshall looked up to see Peggy standing in front of them with her clipboard in her hands as usual. Fionna instantly pushed Marshall's hands off her and scooted herself away from him. The only emotion he could decipher on her face was guilt.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but the next challenge is about to start soon, so if I were you two I'd get up there ASAP and learn to keep my hands to myself," she scolded. "This is a family friendly place, and I don't need any couples being overly affectionate."

"We're not-"

"Don't let me catch you two again," she said curtly before moving on to the next site.