Chapter 21: missing you hurts

It had been a little over a week since Marshall and Fionna had spoken to each other. For Marshall it was like having a giant splinter he had to ignore just to function, but for Fionna it was worse than anything before. She bottled it up, and let it fizz inside her. Her guilt and sadness were invisible, but it only built with every moment. She never spoke about him, and refused to think about him. Marshall wasn't as good at that as she was. He would think about her, then drink a couple beers to forget, and then think about her even more. Between the two of them, they were a hot mess. Fionna never talked to Cake about Marshall and the only interaction Marshall had with Cake was a smile or a nod as she passed his shop to get to Fionna's. Cake knew Fionna is tolerant of her bottled up feelings, but she also knew the longer she held it in the worse her break would be.

Marshall came home after a day filled with appointments and walk ins and instantly opened his usual can of poison. He plopped down on his worn couch and pulled his sweaty teeshirt off. The summer heat was really starting to get intense. His apartment had AC, but it only went to a certain degree or else he'd have to pay more. His shop had stronger AC, but the walk back was barely manageable in the summer. It was a longish walk, but it wasn't long enough for him to waste gas and drive. He took another drink of cold liquid as he tried to keep his eyes open. The dim light of the lamp next to his couch was too bright for him to actually fall asleep, but he probably would if he got drunk enough.

Marshall bit his lip and raised the can for another drink, but was instantly interrupted by a knock on his door. At first he thought it was his imagination. It was 10:30 pm and he didn't get many visitors, but a second knock confirmed it was real. He took his time setting down his drink and walking over to open the door. He yawned, stretched, and scratched the back of his neck before twisting the knob. His brain took a moment to recognize the face in front of him, and then he rubbed his eyes to make sure they were working properly.

"Fionna?" He heard his own voice, but couldn't believe the name that left his mouth. The familiar short blond was leaning against his door frame with a goofy grin on her face.

"That's me," she giggled followed by a hiccup. Marshall frowned, and did his best to comprehend what was going on.

"Fionna, are you drunk?" He asked. She laughed again and nodded her head. "How did you get here?"

"I called a cab," she slurred. She lacked a coat for good reason and picked at the frayed edges of her shorts as she awaited his response. Marshall sighed.

"Fionna…I don't want to be rude, but what are you doing here?" He inquired. For the third time she laughed and let her head fall like a limp rag doll.

"That's the real question, isn't it?" She looked up at him and smiled, her red cheeks showing she was piss drunk.

"Do you have an answer?" He questioned. She paused for a moment, and then removed herself from his door frame to stand up somewhat straight.

"No…but I probably should since I'm being rude and just barging in," she said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her skin sliding against his made him shiver as she smirked up at him.

"Fionna…"

The taste of her name sweeter than ever. He couldn't tell if he sounded cautious, or completely enslaved to her. It didn't matter because not a moment later her lips were against his. He could taste the strong amount of alcohol in her mouth, but for some reason he couldn't function properly. Her hands twisted in his soft hair, and he couldn't hold back a sound of delight for her fingers to be back right where they belong. Before he knew it she was pinned against his door with his hands on her hips and her legs locked around his waist. Marshall could've sworn he was still gripping the knob on his door, but it was evident that he let go a while ago. The young artist allowed the florist over take his mouth with her tongue and drag her hands down his bare chest. He pulled away for air while she continued against his neck and dragged her nails down his back lightly. His mind was racing as her lips worked and her hips started to grind against his. He groaned in to her neck and tried to catch his breath.

"Fuck…" he cursed. "Fionna, what are we doing?" He asked breathlessly. She couldn't smile any more. She was too focused on her pleasure that she could barely huff out her answer.

"We're gonna fuck."

"Shit, Fi…I-I don't think…we should do that," he stammered.

Fionna let her legs down from his waist and pushed him back. Marshall stumbled back on his old beaten up couch, his jeans tight and showcasing his arousal clear for her to see. She straddled him and pushed his shoulder down when he tried to sit up. He didn't want to stop, but he didn't want to hurt her either. She was obviously drunk, and they haven't talked in over a week. They both knew something was still wrong and this wouldn't end well.

"I really missed you Marshall," she whispered and ran her hands over his chest again. He swallowed hard as her eyes wandered all over him.

"I haven't thought about you all week, but now I can't stop," she breathed and shifted her hips slightly against his erection. Marshall gave a quiet gasp as he obediently stayed flat on his back.

"I thought about how good it felt when you fucked me…and how I want to feel you again," her words made him shiver and slid his hands on her legs. She grinned when he touched her and started to move her hips against his.

"Jesus Christ…" Marshall muttered under his breath. Fionna giggled and invited him to touch her more. She lead his hands under her shirt and let him brush above the waistband of her shorts that were starting to look ridiculously shorter the more she moved. It wasn't long before she peeled off her shirt to reveal her pale stomach and rose red bra. She bit her lip as he stared up at her, and laughed at his obvious urge to reach up and grab her.

"You wanna touch me? Pin me down?" She asked and leaned down to him. He licked his lips and trailed his hands up her waist and under her bust as her hips circled at a new angle.

"You're killing me," he mumbled. She grinned and quickly pressed kisses to the side of his neck and collar bone. He surreptitiously slid his hands higher on her body and successfully grabbed her breasts. She smiled against his skin and bit the area of skin she was kissing. He was breathless as she rocked her hips and sucked on his skin. His eyes rolled back and he couldn't help but squeeze the soft flesh in his grasp. Fionna gasped and moaned in to his neck, and nearly drove him insane.

"Ah…fuck," he huffed and incessantly groped at her chest. She chuckled and pulled herself back up pulling down his hands which instantly started unzipping her shorts instead.

"Do you wanna fuck me again?" She asked, smiling at his desperation as he nodded.

He peeled back the denim as much as he could before she swatted away his hands and briefly got up to shimmy out of the faded and torn shorts. Once she had returned she instantly started undoing his buckle as he watched her intently. He noticed her matching lingerie and reached out to touch her. She grinned and rolled her hips against him again while taking out a condom from her bra. His grip on her tightened, and he moaned from how good she made him feel. Before he knew it she had pulled out his length from his boxers and rolled on the condom then slowly easing down on his length. She gasped at the first contact, and Marshall could barely contain the pleasure she gave him.

"Fuck…fucking…ah!" Marshall moaned and gripped her hips like a vice. Fionna laughed and moaned, sliding down slowly until she met his base and stayed still a while. They both were breathing heavy, but remained silent until Fionna decided to move again. She slowly started to pull him out and push him back in again, never letting him fully leave her. The blond panted slowly, and the feeling of Marshall's hands all over her made her feel so much more unstable.

"Fuck," she whimpered and started pushing against him faster and faster and really let herself go.

The only thing that kept her grounded was his waist between her thighs and her hands on his abdomen. Other than that, her head was stuck in the clouds. Her light panting turned in to desperate gasps of air as she dug her nails in to his skin and let his scent wash over her. His hands explored her ass and started pushing her in to him for her while he squeezed her firm doughy flesh. He was reduced down to hopeless gasps and hissing the moment she started moving, and he had only gotten worse the faster she went. She fed off of his voice and let his hands ram her hips to his. The blond was a mixture of moaning and heavy breathing before she leaned down and let him buck his hips in to her and dig his nails in to her ass and under her panties.

She kissed the side on his neck, and he flung his head back in the pleasure. Of course, she took advantage of the extra space, and started sucking and biting at his neck. She was too high in her own dreamland to recognize she was soon about to come down, but when it hit it hit her hard. Marshall hit his limit right after hers at the sound of her final moan, and let her wiggle against him a little more to savor the feeling before she pulled herself from him. They both took some time to collect their breathing before Fionna sat up and ran her hand through her messy hair. Marshall peeled off the condom and threw it in his trash an after tying it off. He tucked himself away and looked over at Fionna. She was already pulling up her shorts and looking around for her shirt when Marshall caught her hand.

"Fionna," he spoke softly. She looked down at him, and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"I…I need to go," she stammered and avoided his eyes.

"Please stay," he pleaded. She couldn't bring herself to look at him.

"I'm sorry."