She was so beautiful beneath him. Long blonde hair, shining blue eyes, and lips that begged to be kissed. She had a soft, pliant body that Gumball let his hands roam over. He could feel her shudder beneath him and let out a long moan.

"Bubba please!" He could see her falling apart. She needed him. What a lovely thought. He shifted, moving himself closer to her.

"Fionna." Her eyes smiled at him and Gumball finally shifted his hips the last inch forward. He felt closed flesh press against him and blinked. There was no entrance. He moved his hips, trying to find his lover's hole so that he could love her. No matter what he did he couldn't feel her entrance. Finally he looked down, growing frustrated, and gasped.

Fionna was bare beneath him and he could see the distinct lack of breast on her chest. His eyes traveled further down her body to see the one thing he had hoped wasn't true. She- or rather he blushed beneath Gumball and spread her-his legs further.

"Don't you still want me Bubba?" Her voice was soft as ever but the unmistakably male organ threw him. How could he love someone like her? Like him? This wasn't what he wanted. He wanted Fionna back. As if sensing his thoughts Fionna (Finn he knew this) lifted her delicate hands and brought his face down to hers. She pressed a few feather light kisses against his lips until Gumball turned away. He couldn't stand to look at her anymore.

"I can't- I don't-" He couldn't speak. Why was she like this? Why couldn't Fionna just have been normal? Fionna sat up, covering herself (though he could still see her unnervingly bare chest) and leaning closer to Gumball. She draped herself over his shoulder as he always thought she would but the lack of breasts pressed into his arm sobered him. Her lips were dangerously close to his ear and he could hear her soft little breaths that managed to excite him still.

"Bubba?" He shook his head, trying to clear his mind of her. He gently pushed her away. He couldn't look at her for what he was about to say.

"I loved you. Or at least I thought I did. I still might." He heard her gasp softly and frowned. Had she not known his love? "But this... I don't- What do you want me to do? I can't take you home but I love you too much to leave you!"

Fionna shifted closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She was so close. How could he resist her when she pressed herself against him like this? She was beautiful, even like this, but he couldn't have her. Not when she wasn't what he needed.

"Bubba..." He shook his head once more but didn't move away.

"Mother and Father would never accept you, no matter how much I love you. Not to mention how the people would react." Fionna moved closer, pressing herself flush against him. Gumball let out a shuddering breath, biting back the moan on the tip of his tongue.

"Bubba..." Her voice was like honey and he felt himself harden further.

"I just want to be with you Fionna. I wish you were-" He stopped himself. He couldn't say it, couldn't do that to him.

"Bubba!" The sharp call drew Gumball from his thoughts and he looked up at Fionna. Her eyes were soft and wet with tears. "I won't make you choose."

He smiled at her. She was so perfect. Why couldn't he have her?

"I love you." He kissed her again, making sure to put as much of his love for her into it as possible. He heard her moan and smiled against her lips. She was absolutely perfect.

Gumball stared blankly into the fire before him. Peppermint continued to send the prince concerned glances every now and then from his spot further away from the campsite. The prince had been unusually quiet that morning and he was beginning to grow worried. Jake sat down loudly next to the butler and Gumball finally looked up. His purple eyes stayed unfocused and the prince stood.

"Excuse me." He moved quickly away from the two older men, ignoring Peppermint's gaze. Jake turned to Peppermint, taking note of the man's frown.

"What's wrong with him?" Peppermint sighed and poked at the slightly charred hare that Jake caught for breakfast.

"I don't know." Jake rolled his eyes, trying desperately to ignore the urge to comfort the man. Instead he turned to the red-haired man, ready to snark at him.

"You seem worried. Why?" Dammit. He didn't need to grow attached to some posh butler. Peppermint stiffened and Jake felt his posture wilt slightly.

"Not all of us hate the prince." Jake sighed, running a hand down his face. Why was everything so complicated?

"I don't hate him. I just- I'm worried about Finn. The prince may be understanding now but what if he changes his mind? Finn's entire future depends on his emotions." Peppermint smiled softly at the male, pressing their shoulders close together.

"It'll be okay. He loves Finn." Jake smiled feeling cheerful again and let himself lean ever so slightly into Peppermint. Fear still wormed in his heart and he clamped down on the traitorous emotion. He was supposed to be happy. He shouldn't be worried about the prince's love. That was a good thing.

"Mama?" Tree Trunks startled, looking down at her son. BMO stared worriedly up at his mother, what looked like grey wet gruel dripping down the side of his face.

"Did you need something, honey?" BMO took in his mother's tired stance, glassy eyes, and shaking hands. Something was wrong and even if he didn't know what it was he would help. He wrapped his arms tightly around his Mama, trying to squeeze the sad out of her.

"Are you okay?" His mama smiled softly and pet his hair. BMO smiled, though it felt wrong somehow. His mama was still sad in her eyes.

"Of course." BMO nodded along with his mama. She said she was okay. She must be. The kitchen door opened and Flame strode into the room.

"Even BMO can see that isn't true. What is it?" BMO sagged slightly in the woman's hold. How could Flame tell that his mama was lying? How could his mama lie?

"Nothing." Tree Trunks glared at Flame, darting her eyes down to BMO. She wouldn't speak of this in front of BMO.

"I can leave Mama." Tree Trunks startled. BMO was looking up at her with determined eyes before stepping back and releasing his mother from his hug. He looked so serious she almost chuckled.

"I think that would be best BMO. I'll come get you when Flame and I finish talking." BMO nodded and moved towards the door. He sent his mother one last concerned glance before slipping out of the kitchen.