One year later…

Fionna stood before me, bathed in sunlight that trickled in from her bedroom window. The change hadn't made her skin gray like mine, but instead made it slightly paler with the defined beauty of porcelain. She had just come from an adventure with Cake. I had been waiting in her room, worried that she would get hurt. I mean, now that she's a vampire she heals quickly, but it was a habit of mine when she was human that hadn't gone away. Her hair was under her bunny hat. I frowned.

I stepped closer to her and reached towards her hat. I pulled it off, throwing it on the bed behind her, and watched as her long blonde hair spilled down her back and over her shoulders. I took her chin in my fingers and tilted her head up. Leaning down, I kissed her with so much passion that I could feel her love vibrating through my bones when she kissed back. She reached up, linking her arms around my neck. I smiled into the kiss, wrapping my arms around her waist to draw her closer.

I picked up her weightless body and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I have always loved the way her soft lips felt against mine. The way her body fit so perfectly onto mine whenever I held her. And whenever she kissed me or touched me or even looked at me…

I had her pressed against the wall. A white, hot, fresh fire was burning through my body as she bucked her hips against mine. She ran her fingers through my hair as my hands squeezed at her waist. "I missed you," she said in between kissed.

I smirked. "You were gone for only two hours and I swore I was dying," I admitted. She pulled her face away from mine to look in my eyes. I knew mines were mimicking hers, swimming with adoration and urgency. I couldn't believe this. It had already been a year since we've been together officially, and I get to spend infinite more years with this beauty.

"Allow me to save you then," she finally said.

I grinned and walked us over to the bed, carefully lying her down.

I pulled off my pants as she worked on my shirt. I pulled her shirt over her head and slid off her skirt. Fitting myself in between her legs, I kissed down her neck. She began making those cute whimpers that I love so much, and I felt her wetness through her underwear. I grinded into her, teasing her. She let out a gasp.

"Oh no! I'm not having that in this house!"

Ugggh!

Fionna pushed me off of her and scrambled under the covers to hide herself. I looked over at Cake. She had the door wide open, paws on her hip. "You two aren't married yet." I got off the bed, running my fingers through my hair. We were starting to tolerate each other, but that was taking some serious effort with this meddling kitty.

"Fine. We'll wait until marriage," I said, reaching for the door.

"Well…good. And put some clothes on," she huffed. I closed the door behind her.

Fionna blew out a sigh, but her face was still pink from embarrassment. I grinned at her, an idea forming in my head. "She said not in this house, but what if we go to my place?" She smiled right back. Then frowned.

"But you told her we were going to wait."

"In my heart, we're already married. You're already my queen." Fionna was seventeen when I turned her, and even though she wasn't going to be aging, Cake still insisted that we waited until when she would've been eighteen. That was another year away and it itched my skin that I couldn't marry her right here and now. It also sucked that my mom agreed with Cake.

She smiled at me. "A queen, huh?"

I took her hands into mine. "No, not a queen, but my queen. Mine and no one else's."

"I like that."

She brought my face down to hers, and kissed me, setting off tiny explosions throughout my body.