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Marshall Lee panted softly, buried in the crook of Fionna neck. He knew now he wasn't lucky, he was blessed. Lifting off her body, he looked down at her flushed cheeks, body glistening with sweat. Her eyes where closed and her hair was spread all around her head. Seeing her sprawled on his black sheets made something stir inside of him, it felt poignant, but he liked it. The sight of her petite body burned into his mind. "Perfect..." he mumbled.

She slowly opened her eyes halfway, eyes shining below their coverings. He would never get tired of seeing those blue orbs. He leaned back down and kissed her lips once more softly as he pulled out of her. Floating over to his closet, he grabbed a blanket off the top shelf and draped it over Fionna's body, then got under it himself. He then pulled her closer to him and snuggled his chin into her hair.

Fionna was in bliss. After coming from the height of pleasure, her whole body felt exhausted and all she wanted was to sleep. When she saw Marshall leave the bed, she was surprised to feel longing and disappointment. She closed her eyes and wished the odd feelings away. To her relief, she felt the blanket cover her body and Marshall pull her close. As she leaned in and rested her head on his chest, she felt warmth spread through her chest. She wanted to say something, but wasn't sure what to say, or how to say it for that matter. Tilting her head back, she looked up at Marshall. He stared back at her for a moment, then smiled. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it and leaned her head back to his chest. 'I must be crazy,' she thought to herself. 'I can't get all mushy and stuff. All we did was had sex. No need to get weird about it. Besides, I don't want to make it akw-'

Marshall was almost asleep when Fionna moved her head and looked at him. She looked confused, but adorable and he couldn't help but smile. She looked like she was going to say something, then she just put her head back down. He stayed looking at her hair where her face used to be. Was she angry? Embarrassed? What did she want to say? 'It doesn't matter. She'll say what she wants when she's ready. She always does.' He smiled again, leaned back and pulled her bangs away from her forehead. He placed a quick kiss on her there, then returned to his place in all her darned hair and whispered "Goodnight, Fionna."

Fionna smiled widely then. 'Damn, why is he so sweet sometimes?' Closing her eyes, she whispered back, "Goodnight, Marshall."

The next day, Marshall woke up to warmth beside him. Chuckling softly, he looked over and saw Fionna laying on her back, one arm draped over his chest and one leg over his. Apparently she was a wild sleeper. That wasn't surprising though. Slowly, he pulled himself from under her limbs and slid off the bed. Looking back her again, he grabbed some fresh clothes and went to the bathroom to shower.

Fionna groaned as someone shook her awake. As her senses started to come alive, she first noticed the smell of pancakes and bacon. "Mmmm... Cake, you're so great... making me breakfast and all," she mumbled as she sat up in the bed, eyes still closed.

Marshall smirked. "Cake isn't here, Blondie," he teased.

Fionna's face scrunched in confusion as she sat still but didn't open her eyes. By now, the blanket that was once covering her naked chest had completed its slow journey to pool at her waist. Marshall felt himself exciting as he looked at her cute pink nipples. Unable to resist the impulse, he crept over to the bed and sat beside her. Before her eyes could open all the way, he placed one hand on her waist and used the other to grab her breast and attacked her nipple with his mouth.

Eyes shooting open, Fionna yelped and look down at Marshall. He moved away from her chest with a devilish grin. "That woke you up!" he chirped. "Come eat before I have you for breakfast." She blushed and moved to get off the bed as Marshall walked to the dresser. Standing around looking for her clothes, she was shocked when clothes fell on her head.

"Hahahaha! I forgot to say catch!" He was holding his belly laughing at her.

"Quit being an idiot, Marshall," Fionna pouted as she put her foot through his drawstring shorts.

Marshall walked over catching his breath. "Okay, okay, I'm done laughing." He grabbed the shirt and waited for her to straighten up, then pulled it over her head, helping her put it over her bare torso.

He leaned in close as he pulled her hair free from under the back of the shirt. "Did you sleep well?" he whispered.

"Hnn... yeah..." she breathed out, his breath warming her neck. Her cheeks were warming again, along with another area that had already gotten a jump start when he played with her nipple.

"Good," he answered and gave her a heated kiss. She answered without hesitation, bringing her arms around his neck. They stayed that way until they parted for air. "Come on."

He led her to an attached room beyond a door in the corner where she found a tv, couch, and coffee table with two plates. They turned on the tv and watched while they ate. Marshall got up at one point and came back with juice, then pulled her over into his lap as they finished a movie.

Once it was over, he pulled her to his body bridal style and carried her to the bathroom.

"Hey!" she squeaked, surprised. He just chuckled, as he sat her on her feet before the tub. She looked down to see that it was already full of water and bubbles.

"I thought you might want a bath," he said as he walked towards the bathroom door. "I'll wash your clothes while you're washing your baaaahdeeeeh!" He sang as he closed the door behind him.

With a sigh, Fionna stripped his clothes off her body and dipped a toe in the water. It was still hot. 'He must have run straight hot water in here for it to still be this warm, but when? OH! The juice!' She blushed yet again as she stepped into the tub and sank into the water. This was all new to her. She'd had a boyfriend before, and he was cool and all, but he wasn't sweet, nor was he thoughtful like Marshall was being. It made her heart feel funny. Submerging her head under the water, she let her thoughts drift to the night before. How did it come to her bathing in his tub? Rewinding the night and looking over the steamy events of before, she realized she couldn't remember why she even came over! Concentrating, she remembered the concert, and her confusion about Marshall, specifically how he felt about her. Well, it was clear that he at least found her attractive, but was that all? She resurfaced and sighed. Now things were even more complicated. At first, confronting him would have been straight forward and to the point, no foolery. Now there were... feelings. Stirrings in her chest that she could explain if she could accept them were happening again. "Lee..." she murmured, eyes fixed on her hands in the water.

"Yeah?" Her eyes shot up to find him floating beside the tub.

"What are you doing in here?" she inquired, surprised, but not so much.

"I knocked on the door and asked if you were almost finished but you didn't answer, so I came in. You okay?"

Fionna looked back down into the water. Finally she took in a breath. "Marshall, what am I to you?"

"Whatever you want to be."

She closed her eyes. Why was he being indirect? "What does that even mean? I want to know how you see me."

For a moment there was silence, then there was splashing and pressure as Marshall moved her legs and sat in the tub in front of her, still in his clothes. Fionna noticed but didn't say anything as she watched him lean back, his legs under and outside hers. He looked back at her, matching her stare, then finally sighed and looked at the ceiling.

"I am a creature of darkness. I live in the dark, I'm surrounded by darkness, I am submerged in darkness. Everything and everyone I know are either a part of my world, or they aren't. When I leave the Nightoshpere, I see my friends, but they are in a different place, full of light, so nothing shines there. What good is a candle when everything is already bright? Once I return back here, they stay where they are, so their light does nothing to change my world. Then there was you. You are the only thing that stays with me when I come home. After so many years of always chasing something I felt like I would never have; now I have found one person who was willing to come to me and shine in the darkness so I could see who I really am. I'm still me, I'm still here, but after knowing you, I know what I am and what I want to be." He closed his eyes, face still to the skies. "You are my light."

Fionna looked at his soaked form and stared in wonder as he spoke. All this time, she thought he was toying with her, messing with her emotions. Now, she was finding it hard to believe that she meant that much to him. It was scary almost to see him so vulnerable, but her heart felt warm when he finished. There was pride, there was compassion, and there was a burning desire to be close to him, like a bond that she knew was there before now, but suddenly it was so much stronger that she felt like it was choking her breath away in the most exquisite way. She shifted in the tub, pitching forward to move her body to his. As he moved his gaze back down to her she put her arms around his neck and settled in his lap, pressing her bare body to his clothed one. She leaned her head to the side of his neck and gave him a soft kiss where his bite marks were, then nestled her head in the crook of his neck.

Marshall brought his arms around her and held her. They sat in silence for a long time, content with the peaceful moment. Finally, when the water was tepid and bubbles all fizzled out, Marshall moved his hands to either sides of her hips and pull her away from him just enough to look at her. "Your turn," he murmured.

She wasn't good with words like he was. She had feelings she knew were there, but she wasn't sure how to say how she felt to him. She'd come for answers from him, but now she didn't know how to give him any, not with words anyway. With that in mind, she placed her lips on his softly. He responded immediately and kissed her back fiercely. When they broke to breath, she sighed. "Can we keep it simple? How about I just call you my boyfriend?"

He smiled and kissed her forehead. "Yeah, that will work..." He pulled her to his chest again then lifted them out of the tub. Settling them on their feet, he gave her another passionate kiss, then smirked against her lips, "... for now."

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