Epilogue

"Lemme see it," Marshall demanded while hugging her waist. His arms wrapped around her from behind as he undid her belt and tugged back the denim.

"You saw it last night," she giggled.

"Yeah, but I didn't see it today."

He kissed her neck before she turned around and he got down on his knees. The young artist moved the fabric of her shirt out of the way and pressed kisses to her hip. Fionna rolled her eyes and flicked his ear. He smirked up at her and then looked down at the new ink on her skin. It had been about a month or so since she had gotten it, and it was finally fully healed. Of course, he had a matching one on his hip, but it was so satisfying to see his first initial marked on her body.

"I can't believe you let me do this," he said and kissed it once more. Fionna grinned and ran her fingers through his hair as he continued to kiss her skin and pin her against their counter.

"I can't believe we finally moved in together. It's been nearly a year and a half and we're doing it now? Why did we wait so long?"

"I dunno. All I know is that we're gonna fuck like rabbits now that we're stuck together," he chuckled. Fionna blushed and bit her lip as he tugged a little more of her jeans down.

"We already fucked like rabbits before," she pointed out.

"Rabbits squared," he muffled against her skin.

"It doesn't help that you still have the mentality of a 16 year old," she teased and gripped his hair when he reached behind her and cupped her ass.

"Oh you would've hated me at 16, I was so much worse. I'd go through a box of tissues in a week and then just jerk it in a sock until there were more," he told her.

"Mmm, sounds like you're just horny all the time," she cooed. Marshall grinned and stood up to kiss her lips. She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and bit his lip.

"It doesn't help when you're so goddamn hot," he groaned and pulled at her jeans more. Just as he was about to hoist her up on the counter Marshall's phone buzzed in his pocket. He cursed and pulled it out to see who it was. He identified the number and hung it up without a second thought and stuffed it back in his pockets.

"Who was that?" Fionna asked.

"It's…no one important," he replied. Fionna frowned at him.

"Marshall, I thought we agreed not to hide things after what happened after the charity," she reminded him. He sighed.

"It's just…it's my mom. I haven't spoken to her since she left and she's been trying to call me before we got together. I think my dad keeps giving her my number, but I can't be sure," he confessed.

"When did your mother leave you?" She asked.

"More like when I left her. She left my dad when I was ten, but I stopped talking to her when I was fourteen," he said.

"Is there a reason you stopped?"

He nodded.

"She…wanted me to come visit her, but my dad won all the rights since he was more able to take care of me. Plus they used me to fight a lot, and that was my dads way of telling her he won or whatever. I never appreciated it, and I honestly didn't want to see her."

"That's terrible, Marshall," Fionna murmured and pressed a couple kisses to his cheek. "I'm sorry you went through that."

"I'm fine, really. It's just…nothing has really changed, so I don't know why she wants to talk again now," he sighed. Fionna looked him in the eye and cupped his face.

"You have changed so much, Marshall. You're so much better than the fourteen year old she thought she knew back then. You're different now, you've grown and you've learned, and she probably wants to know what she missed out," Fionna said and pressed her forehead against his. Marshall breathed deeply and smiled.

"It's because I have you, I hope you realize that," he whispered. Fionna rolled her eyes and lightly smacked his shoulder.

"Whatever."

"Really, I'm being honest," he said with a husky voice and lifted her on the counter behind her.

"I've never felt so alive in my life," his voice was low and sent shivers down her spine as he kissed her neck and face.

"Marshall…you're getting off track," she said quietly, letting his hands slide over her body and press her close.

"I don't give a crap about my mom right now. All I can focus on is you," he mumbled and resumed pulling off her pants.

"Marshall…"

"I love you so much, Fi," he breathed.

"I love you too, Marsh," she replied.

"But you need to resolve this thing about your mother." She told him. Marshall stopped kissing her skin and sighed.

"Okay. The next time she calls I'll pick up," he promised.

"Is that what you want?" She asked. Marshall thought for a moment and shrugged.

"I guess we'll see. Now, back to more important things…" he purred and leaned foreword. Fionna smiled and rolled her eyes before accepting his eager mouth.

His lips kneaded against hers as he slowly unbuttoned her shirt and pushed it aside to expose her soft skin. The blond bit her lip as Marshall possessively pulled her hips closer to him. He looked down at her chest and reached up to dig his hands under her bra. Fionna giggled and moaned before leaning forward to kiss and bit at his neck. She grabbed his wrists in attempt to stabilize herself, but she only got more lost in how he touched her. Marshall's breath got more tight as she wrapped her legs around him and put her hands all over his chest. She started to undo the buttons of his grey flannel and grinned at the fabric.

"You remember the first night we spent together?" She asked as she pulled at his shirt.

"God, how could I forget," he smiled and drifted his hands down her figure.

"You were wearing this shirt," she replied and brushed it off his shoulders.

"Mmm, and you were wearing a tight little blue skirt," he recalled.

"I'm surprised you remember that old thing."

"It hugs your hips so nicely, there's no way I could forget it," he sighed and kissed her neck.

"I hope that wasn't what you were thinking before we got to your apartment," she giggled.

"Honey, you know it was a lot lot worse," he purred and undid her bra. Fionna rolled her eyes and moaned as he bit in to her breast and sucked at her nipple. Her smile never faded except when she heard a soft meow from somewhere close. She looked around a found Miskers sat on the counter right next to her, and Wittens down on the ground pawing at her bowl. The blond laughed as the cat butted against her side, and gently pulled Marshall off her chest.

"Huh?"

"Miskers and Wittens need some food," she informed him as she redid her bra and hopped off the counter. He watched as she scooped cat food from the bag in to the bowls and smiled as the cats rushed to eat their food. She was busy putting the scoop back in to the giant cat food bag when she felt his arms wrap around her waist and his head lean on her shoulder affectionately.

"Oh, hey there," she grinned and held his hand over her stomach.

"Hey there," he mumbled happily while nuzzling in to her neck.

"You wanna move this in to the bedroom? Cake and I put the sheets on while you were getting lunch," she said in a low voice.

"In a bit," he replied and kissed her neck once sweetly. His hand drifted over her tattoo again and he kissed her skin again. "I don't mind stalling a little."

"That's so unlike you, what happened to the important things?" She teased. He chuckled and ran his fingers over her smooth skin. He knew it wasn't swollen anymore, so there was no raise in the skin to tell where it was, but he enjoyed knowing it was there.

"I love you," he told her softly and squeezed her affectionally.

"I love you too," she responded and turned her head to press a soft kiss to his lips.

"I don't think you understand just how much I love you," he murmured and pressed his lips to hers again.

"You wanna bet?" She challenged and tilted her head to fit with his better. Marshall couldn't resist the urge to kiss her and knead his lips in to hers. When she pulled back Marshall was fixated on the way the sunset hit her face. Every strand of blond hair shimmered like gold, and her smile was as radiant as ever. He was speechless at her amount of happiness and beauty and knowing that he was the one that made her happy. All he ever wanted was to make her happy. He felt so overwhelmed with the pure joy emanating from her that he couldn't think straight. His mind couldn't form a coherent thought. The only logical thing his brain could string together was…

"Let's get married," he blurted. Fionna blinked and gaped at him.

"Married?" She asked. He nodded.

"Let's get married, Fi. It just makes so much sense right now. Like, it's the only logical thing," he said. Fionna bit her lip nervously.

"I dunno, Marshall, are you sure this is the smart thing to do right now? We've only been together a year and a half," she said. Marshall nodded his head, all to familiar with her anxiety about taking risks.

"Yes, I'm so sure. I've never been so certain about anything else in my life. There's nothing else I can think of doing right now," he assured her.

"But, think of the economy. Weddings are really popular and the pricing is really expensive these days. Maybe we should wait for the recession or something-"

"Fionna, we'll be okay with money. Trust me, I have the most perfect place in mind," he said as she turned in his arms to face him.

"Where?"

"When my parents were together they would always take me down to the country. The wheat field is golden at sunset, and you can see all the stars at night. My father owns the property, and he'd definitely let us get married there. We don't have to invite everyone, we can do another wedding later when the market is down and pricing is lower. Fionna…" he sighed and held her body close against him. "I love you so much, there's nothing else I wanna do."

Fionna smiled and cupped his face.

"Cake and her mother are amazing seamstresses, I bet I could get a dress from them really cheap," she said. Marshall grinned and hugged her tight, pressing kisses to her neck and cheek.

"So you'll do it? You'll marry me?" He asked ecstatically. She nodded, her grin just as big as his and tears of joy welled up in her eyes.

"Yes, yes. Of course."

A laugh bubbled out of Marshall's throat as he picked her up and spun her around. She clung to him and giggled when he rushed off to their bedroom and laid her down on their king sized bed. Marshall couldn't stop smiling as he kissed her lips, and face, and neck. He didn't try to strip her yet, and simply enjoyed holding her close and feeling her skin graze against his.

"God, I can't believe it," he said and pulled back to look down at her.

"You're gonna be my wife."

"And you'll be my husband."

"For life and shit."

"Wow, that's very romantic of you, Marshall."

"You know I'm the best at romance, baby."

Fionna giggled.

"That's why I love you."