Chapter 7: Round 2.

She barely shut the door before they were all over each other again. This time both relaxed in the confidence that they couldn't possibly interrupted again. He lifts her and lays her on the desk, kissing in a mad passionate spell of lust and love combined. Her room is set up different from his, but so far it has worked in their favor. Everything she so carefully set up on the desk was knocked over in moments. Books flew and papers landed all over the room and they both laughed at their own madness. Finn looks around for his next position and sees the bed is a tinfoil nest for her to sleep in comfortably and crosses that option out. The lounge area is ground floor however and completely available. He lifts her again and lies together with her among the nest of pillows scattered on the mattress-like ground. They both frantically push as many pillows away and start taking each other's clothes off. Finns shirt, Lacies shorts, it only took seconds before they were naked upon each other again. "Where are your condoms?" Finn asks between breaths. "Don't need it." She continues kissing and caressing his body. "Wait, what if you get pregnant?" He stops. "Finn. As soon as I take off the icing my body will burn it all up."
"Disease?"
"Shut up and kiss me!" Sparks flew from her suddenly like a quick ignition of a sparkler.

He listens diligently with a slight hesitation. She brings her lips quickly to his again and they turn playfully in the pillows. She pulls his hair signaling her escalating impatience, so be begins building her up again by caressing her womanhood. She starts breathing heavily and throwing her head back, ready to start this journey. Stopping him, she starts to position herself where they left off but he stops her.

"No, I want you now." He pins her to the floor.

SPLOOSH.

"Well, it seems we can live for another day." Fionna says extinguishing the last of the fire. "You wouldn't know how to…well… deactivate yourself, would you?" Flame Prince darts his eyes around the room, embarrassed. The ladder, the blankets, the edges of the desk, all burned to a charcoal. He wondered how to explain this to Finn. "Don't you feel it's a bit weird how we came from nowhere, not remembering anything about ourselves, and everyone is going on like this is normal?" He questions. Fionna answers without a single thought about it, "You lit half this room on fire and didn't question it because that's how it is. Maybe that's just how things are here, and we don't need to question it." He sighs. That's a good comparison.

"Finn!"

Lacie moaned in pleasure from the top of her voice, almost laughing as the rhythmic thrusts match Finn's heavy exhale. Her red hair once pinned up in a beautiful bun on her head was now wildly spread on the floor. On top, his stamina quickly began to fade, and the rhythm dying. Lacie couldn't have that.
"Flip over Finn."
"Wha—Why?" He said distracted.
"Just do it!"

With a simple grab of the shoulders and a quick whipping movement, Lacie was suddenly on top. Finn's back hit the ground hard, and he was looking at a wildly beautiful woman mounted on him. Before doing anything she kisses him gently on the lips and smiles at him. For the moment their eyes connected the world seemed to pause and sparkle. Slowly she moves her waist up and down coinciding with his body.

Up… Down… Up… Down…

"Finn?" Up…
"Flame P?" Down…
"I want something." Up... Down…
"Anything." Up... Down…
"I want you… to…" Up, Down, Up, Down.
"Yea?" Up, Down.
"I want you to do me hard." She slows for a moment and catches his confirmation through the rapid way he stood up and placed his hands firmly on her waist. She continues her rhythm but he uses his hands to make her speed increases exponentially. Faster and faster, her body continues to go up and down hitting his skin to her skin like a racket to a ball. Quickly, unheeding like the heartbeat of a swimmer. Surges of fire escape from her body as it does when she is so overwhelmed it even breaks through the icing. Caught in a moment of passion her back twists and turns then her head faces the sky as she calls out his name,

"Finn! Yes Finn!"

He is encouraged every time his name escapes her lips. He pounds her, hard. Using the years of battle memorized in his finger tips to restrain her to his waist as he thrusts his piece into her body deeper and deeper. He wants her to scream, not only his name but for mercy. She can feel her, buckling, losing control on the verge of reaching her limit. He wanted to push that. He used one arm to pull her in closer but still secure him on his body while using the other arm to feel her stomach, her breast, and finally to her hair where he pulled to make her scream out and arch her back.

"Yes! Ahh…. Yes! More! Give it to me harder!"

It was the final round. His chest kept burning from the heat she gave off, but the pain only made him want to go in closer. He pushed as far as he could go, letting her juices fall down his thigh to the floor. She whimpered in a painful pleasure. He pushed harder and deeper, hitting her body with an accuracy that could only be described as a runner hitting the pavement as they approach the finish line. 20 yards, 10 yards, Finn was almost there. 5 yards, her eyes rolled back. 2 yards, he gripped tighter for that final pump.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

They both released and fell into the pillows. Breathing deeply neither one dared to say a word. They wanted to savor the moment. He laughs, quickly followed by her chuckles, and after a minute or two they both reach for each other to have another go.

Meanwhile, down the hall a certain cell phone rings.