"I still can't believe it" Marshall thought to himself

"everything about it was like a perfect dream. How her skin felt so soft, how her wet sex clenched around his dick when she came, how she screamed his name, and then whispered 'I love you'"

he couldn't think of another way he wanted to de-flower his love of his milenia life span. He had had sex thousands of times, and pleased thousands of women, but it never felt like this before. He was completely In love with Fionna, and he was scared out of his mind. Part of him wanted to scream and run, but a stronger part kept him there, stroking her hair lovingly and watching her chest rise and fall as he was in deep thought.

"I know she said she loved me, but did she really mean it? She's only 18, how does she have love already figured out by now when it took me over a thousand years? Maybe she just used me to get over flame prince since she knew she couldn't be with him without burning a hole into the planets crust."

So many thoughts swerved around Marshall's head that he began to feel dizzy."Glob I wish I could just read her mind, or atleast hypnotize her into telling the truth... Too bad that only works in movies" he as he began to re-live their sexual encounter for the 5th time, she began to awake.

"Hey marshy" Fionna said sleepily

"glob she is cute with sex hair" he thought. "oh hey, you're awake" he said aloud.

"Yeah sorry it took so long, but you really tired me out" she said as her cheeks turned a delicious shade of pink and Marshall began to feel a stir in his loins.

Marshall swallowed hard. "W-well let me go make us some breakfast! I hope you like red foods!"

He said as he got up quickly trying (unsuccessfully) to hide his semi-obvious morning erection. And before she could answer with a "sure" followed by a yawn, he had already floated down stairs.

"Well I hope it wasn't something I said" she thought as she went over every word she had used in the past twelve hours.

She always seemed to blame herself when guys acted weird around her. She always assumed it was her fault and would inevitably gilt trip herself over the edge. But not this time, she straightened up, put on one of Marshall's t-shirts and headed down stairs to help Marshall with breakfast.