The adventures of Fiolee

Chapter 7: Goodmorning

Fionnas Pov :

I wake up, with no Marshall, I flip my legs over the side of the bed, by now my leg is healed up enough to where it doesn't hurt everytime I walk. I rub my eyes awake and look to see the rooms dark, but there's a candle lit path with rose petals, heading towards the bathroom. I walk over and listen, I hear the tub running and heat flowing out from under the door and I smile, I open the door to see a very sexy Marshall, sitting on the edge of the tub in his boxers. And what a sight it was.

"Oh Fionna, you're awake, come here," he says with his arms out stretched. I go and hug him.

"Here, I started a warm bath for you, considering you must be sore, I want to make sure you're feeling okay, after last night you having a bit of a headache and falling asleep during your favorite movie," he speaks fast and nervously, I put my finger over his mouth lightly and smile,

"Marshall, thank you so much, this is perfect," I go to kiss him on the cheek when he pulls me in for a long, passionate kiss.

The feeling of his soft, somewhat warm lips, make me flush red in the face, I could feel it. His hands caressing my cheeks as I pulled myself closer to him. Our tongues danced together and we sealed our kiss, I looked long and hard,

"Marshall, I.. I-" I'm interrupted by him doing as I did him, he hushed me with his finger, and said

"Fionna, I'll leave you alone to take your bath,"

"But Marshall, I don't wanna be alone," I said playfully yet serious. I didn't. It was dark, and it'd be so much nicer with him here.

"You sure you want me in here while you soak naked in a tub?" He smirks,

This made me think, duh of course I did, I was 18 years old. He was 199. We were adults, I could if I wanted him to, and I did.

"Of course I want you to, now come here marshy."  I giggled.

He flew over to me and kissed me on the forehead as he slipped my shirt off for me, I turned to face away from him, he un hooked my bra for me, and he slid my hat off my head, letting feet of my hair drop to the floor. Still facing away from him, I let my skirt fall, along with my underwear, I turn around, my hair covering about all of me, to see a naked Marshall, and god was he beautiful. He was so built, muscular and all the heat made him sweaty, woah boy.

"Wow Fionna, your hair," I thought he was gonna say something about my naked body, and I'm glad he didn't. I felt beautiful, not dirty. He made me feel beautiful when I was naked, unshielded. He pulled me close to him, lifted me into the tub as he slid in behind me.

"Ahh this feels amazing Marshall," I moan as I relax into the water.

"I'm glad I can help you feel better," he says Into my neck and plants a kiss.

I lay my head back onto his chest, resting it. He rubs my shoulders.
The phone rings and I start to move to get it and before I know it Marshall is already out, so I lay back and let my head sink into the water a bit, groaning with relief. It felt so nice.

"Fionna," he starts as he walks in.

Marshalls pov:

God was she beautiful, I couldn't say she was sexy, beauty out ruled that. She was pure beauty. I walk in,

"Fionna,"

I look to her as her heads tilted back into the rub, relaxation all over her face, her breast barely below the water, my teenage mind racing, telling me to go and touch her, make her feel good. But I don't, not until I know she's ready. She's pure. I don't even think she knows what tier 15 is.

"Marshall? I'm sorry, I didn't hear you come in, you ready to go adventure today?" She says as she steps out, her long, now wet, golden hair falls behind her on the floor. She wraps a towel around herself.

"Do you have a blow dryer here? I know you used to style your hair marshy" she giggles and I remember that stage and I quickly respond,

"Yes, I do. I'll get it,"

I reach over and pull it out from under the sink, I plug it in for her and bring her a chair, knowing it takes her over an hour to do it herself, I decide to help.

"Here Fi, let me help,"

I brush through her golden locks gently, trying not to pull out a hair. I look into the mirror and she has a closed smile on her face, I know today's gonna go great.

About an hour later we finish drying her hair. I go downstairs and make her some food while she gets dressed. I made her bacon pancakes, because that's what Cake always makes her.

"Marshall, are these bacon pancakes?"  She says as she sniffs the air walking into my kitchen.

"Of course they are. You're favorite." I smile.