Another Fiolee Story

SMUT

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The story takes place the three years prior to the marriage

The ivory lights shined down on the heroes as they ran across the mint hues of land. The moon their only lead and their feet to take them there.

"Ha! I still won!" Fiona rose her arms to the night sky, panting, basking in her glory.

Cat hissed. "Whatever, Sugar. I need to get ready. Lord M and I are going on a hot date!" The Persian cat eyes glistened while talking about her man.

"Yeah, you go do that. I'm just going to head to the showers."

Fiona and her sister took separate ways when they entered the treehouse. The blonde flew up the stairs and pulled off her clothing once her shower was ready.

After washing herself, Fiona headed down stairs with her towel wrapped around her body tightly. Her golden locks left a trail of tears when she entered the kitchen downstairs.

"Cake? You home?" Said girl called out.

A large sticky note was plastered on the fridges door. Reading out load the note read:
Over Lord M's for the night, dinner is in the oven. Love, Cake.

The adventuress sighed as she peered into the oven. Lasagna. Yum!

She padded over to the fridge and pulled out a soda before turning on the oven to reheat her dinner. It wouldn't take long so she made her way into the living room.

'Where's BMO?' Fiona asked herself. The perky blue-green box was nowhere to be found. Another sticky note was placed in the coffee table. This one read:
BMO is out with Football. -BMO

She rolled her eyes, the mechanical box was having more fun without her. And here she was heating up dinner when she could be out doing something. I only the girl knew that BMO was actually in a date with itself, then she wouldn't think she was bored.

The oven timer dinged after Fiona crumpled up the yellow note and tossed it in the trash. If she couldn't be out she would have a blast by herself. Now BMO's idea of 'fun' doesn't actually sound half bad. At least is was out doing something.

"I'm so hopeless." Fiona chuckled to herself as she pulled out her dinner into a plate.

Sitting back down at the coffee table, the girl crossed her legs and was about to dig into her dinner when the doorbell rang.

"Ok, seriously. Being alone sounds so much better right now..." The blonde pondered whether she should actually excerpt energy by answering the door. Not until the ringing went faster and fast with each bearing second.

"Alright! Alright! In coming!!" The girl stormed through the kitchen and headed down the ladder. Her only wish was that they would hear her and stop.

She swung open the door to a dark sky and zero person at her door. Fiona took a few steps out the door. The cool breeze chilled her damp skin, and freezing her wet hair.

"Hello?" She called out scrunching her brows together. Rolling her eyes with a sigh, she locked the door and found her way back upstairs.

Fiona muttered words under her breath. It's one thing to annoyingly ring a door bell, but it's even worse to answer to no one.

Plopping down on her sofa she pulled her can to her lips taking a few sips. Looking down to her, now cold dinner, the color now had appeared grey.