Coffee For Two (FioLee)

Mocha

"So I'm guessing your boss has the information in case you fall." Fionna noted as Marshall exited the bathroom, his hair wet but wearing his old clothes.
"As if you didn't?" He challenged, smirking at her.

"Well, I also tried to get your file sent to me from the CIA. Apparently we're undergoing some kind of investigation, though..." She squinted at her laptop in an annoyed sort of way, and Marshall did his best to feign innocence. Mostly by staring at her ceiling. Then he looked straight at her. "Well, if we haven't gotten anything to do... and you don't think I'm evil anymore, maybe we can pick up where we left off?"

She blinked at him, before nodding. She smiled. "Why not?"

A little while later, they found themselves in the park eating ice cream.
"Hey, you've got some ice cream on your face." Marshall noted.
FIonna blinked at him. "Where?" She started wiping futilely at her cheeks, and he stopped her, pulling her close. His lips ghosted over hers, before he ran his tongue over her lower lip. "There..."

She stared at him for a second after he pulled away, then smiled coyly. "I think you have some ice cream on you too."
He blinked at her, but wrapped his arms around her when she kissed him.
"Please don't get ice cream in my hair." He murmured against her lips.
"Don't worry, I'll be careful." She promised, before kissing him again.

He leaned against her, before muttering, "You know, at this point, I think I might have fallen in love with you. Which is quite a feat when you realize that I've basically had my mind dissolve for the past week."
"I love you too." Fionna said gently. "And if any issues arise from the powder... I'll be there for them. I'm not leaving."

"It's not that bad..." Marshall noted, taking her hand. "It's not like I've been through a war, or anything. It just feels weird."

"Weird how?"
"Like... I don't really know how to describe it, really. Like everything in my head was just wiped away for a little while, and there was nothing... but you want to know something weird?"

"What?"
"You're the last thing I forgot. Even when I couldn't remember my own name, I remembered you."
She stared at him for a second, before chuckling. "Wow, at least the powder didn't take away your corniness."
He grinned. "Nice, but I'm not just trying a line on you. You're... you're important to me, okay?"
She rested her head against his shoulder. "And you're important to me too. I haven't had my memory erased, but I hope I'd remember you to the end."

"Who's being corny now?" He smirked.
She laughed, as he pulled her in for another kiss.

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"So, Penelope is probably going to notice if you show up at work spouting corny lines at me and generally being de-robotized." Fionna noted as she unlocked the door to her apartment.
Marshall nodded. "True. Or we could just have her arrested now."
"Not really." Fionna shook her head. "We need intentions for the powder, right...? Anyway, didn't you take it yourself?"

"Not on purpose!" Marshall protested. "And like you would have been able to do any better. It gets everywhere pretty easily."
"Alright, fine." Fionna grinned, before pulling him inside. "We can talk more about the powder and other stuff while you're staying on my couch."

"I have my own apartment."
"And until we find out if there are any side effects of the powder, or me whacking your face against the pavement, you're going to stay on my couch." Fionna insisted.
Marshall paused reflectively. "You really think I have a concussion?"

"Better safe than sorry. It's not like we're going to be doing anything rough over the next few days."
"Does this mean--"
"You saw how small my bed is."
"So that's a no."

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Penelope nestled against Margaret's shoulder, listening to the other woman breathe softly. It was calming, but then the near silence was broken.
"You're back late." Margaret murmured.
Penelope sat up and kissed her gently. "I had to work late. I'm sorry that I woke you."

"What time is it?"
"Just past midnight."
"Penny... there's working late, then there's this..." Margaret rubbed her eyes sleepily. "I worry about you, okay? You need your sleep."

Penelope ran a hand through Margaret's long, soft hair. "I know, I know... but so do you."
Margaret blinked at her girlfriend groggily. "I sleep better when you're here."
Penelope smiled softly, before pressing a kiss to Margaret's neck. "I know. I um... I was just getting some security for you."

"Security? Penny, I'm not that rich, no one's going to break in." Margaret muttered.
Penelope chewed on the inside of her cheek, wondering how much to divulge, before she finally said, "That's not what I meant. There are... some people... nearby who I think would hurt you to get to me. So I got some bodyguards for you."

Margaret's eyes blinked rapidly as she forced herself awake. "To get to...? Penny, explain. Now."
"I... I have some enemies." Penelope started.
"We all have enemies. The difference is, bake sale Helen from down the street isn't going to stab you to get to me."
"Bake sale Helen is awful." Penelope pointed out.

Margaret glared at her, and Penelope sighed. "I... for starters, I have something a lot of people would consider dangerous. And while I've dealt with arms dealings... this is kind of different. It erases people's minds, their personalities, basically everything."

"So who is after you?" Margaret breathed.
"The CIA and the FBI." Penelope admitted grimly. To her surprise, the other woman tackled her into a hug. "We're gonna stick by you, okay?"
"You really don't have to do that." Penelope argued. "It's hard enough without--"

She was cut off by an abrupt kiss. "We're staying." Margaret huffed. "And that's final. And you're going to get rid of it as soon as possible, and if they keep sniffing around, sell out your buyers. I don't want you gone, Penelope. You can't just disappear from my life like he did."
"I'm not him." Penelope protested.
Margaret smiled softly. "No, you're better. And that's why, if they try to touch you, I'll stop them, okay?"

*Author's Note*

What do you mean, this chapter was kind of pointless? That's crazy-talk, on par with that Galileo guy's theories. Pfft...

In all seriousness though, if you would kindly get out the 'fioleefannumber88 trope' bingo cards, you can check off the 'innocent cohabitation' trope once again. I haven't found a way to get them sleeping innocently next to each other yet, but it may happen. Who knows?

Also, (before I lose all of you lovely people) I think I'm going to return to writing in Fionna's POV soon. It's just easier to avoid making her out of character.