Just a Bit Sweeter

Date Night

Marshall was shocked. Her blessing? He was familiar with the term, but it was rather surprising to hear it from Peppermint Maid, of all people. It was the nicest thing she ever did for him... “Th... Thank you.” He said slowly, but with all his heart. “That means a lot to me, ma’am.” That, the mutual love for Gumball, seemed to be the only thing they shared. Pepper nodded, and turned to leave. The tall vampire still stood there, awestruck.  I’ll keep that to myself, he thought and sat, Gumball can know later...

“Sir, master Marshall has arrived.” Pepper said, opening the door to find the prince reading quietly. As she spoke the words, his head shot up. She couldn’t help but smile slightly at how bright his face looked, a smile from eye to eye. “Thank you, Peppermint.” Gumball practically sang, standing up and walking to the door.

“Marshall!” He cried out, running down the stairs. The king looked over to his prince with a wide toothy grin, his hands in his pockets. Typical. “Hey Bubba, nice suit.” He said and wrapped his arms around him in a warming embrace. “Thanks, you too.” His prince giggled, scrunching his nose. Marshall blushed slightly, he’s so damn cute, how the hell does he do it? “Shall we be off?” The older asked, turning to face the door with his arm draped over the younger’s shoulders. “We shall.” He smiled, and they walked out the door into the kingdom. The sky was cloudy, begging for rain. It seemed to be the reason Marshall hadn’t brought an umbrella with him. “You look really handsome tonight...” Gumball said, quietly, rather embarrassed. An adorable pink blush was dancing across his cheeks. “You’re impossibly cute, Bubba.” The king smirked, his eyes bright, as he kissed his prince’s cheek. “S-Stop it, I’m manly.” He puffed out his chest and furrowed his eyebrows. “Just like you.” Marshall almost choked from holding back his laughter, covering his mouth with his hands. “Oh Glob, Gumball, just c’mere already...” Tilting his head upwards slightly, he pressed his cold lips against Gumball’s warm ones... The prince relaxed his tense face as wrapped his arms around his lover’s neck. He was used to being the “girl” in the relationship, but he liked it. The younger pulled away, a smirk playing out on his lips. “Later, now we go to dinner.” Marshall frowned, and released his grip. “Yes, mom...” He groaned with a laugh.

The two had never really gone out. Any meals they shared were in secret, hidden away in a room behind a closed door. So when they entered the restaurant Gumball had suggested... it was a bit of a surprise. “Table for... two..?” The waitress, a teenager, asked with surprise in her tone. Marshall nodded with a blank and rather unamused look. “Yes, a table for two. Because it’s just Gumball and I. Two.” The prince hit him gently with a smirk. “Marshall...!” He said sternly, but could hardly pull it off without giggling.

“Yeah, right this way...” She mumbled, guiding them through a maze of couples until they finally reached a table with two chairs. Just two, for Marshall and Gumball. “Thank you.” Gumball said and smiled as she walked off to grab menus, sitting down in one of the chairs. He shot a glare at Marshall, trying to frown but pulling it off as more of a smirk. “Marshall Lee Abadeer! That poor girl is trying to earn a l-living!” He could help but break out in laughs as his king rolled his eyes and grinned. “The least she could do is keep up with the latest gossip and cope with it.” He sighed, sarcastically, and tapped his chin. “I do believe it is in my best interest to teach the girl.” Gumball rolled his eyes and smirked, “Just be nice, would you? Please?” The king could hardly handle it—His prince’s puppy-dog eyes. Whatever blood was left in the vampire’s system rushed to his cheeks as he looked into his lover’s sad and gentle eyes. “Gumball... f-fine...” His prince expression changed—instantly –to a happy one. “Thank you, Marshall, you’re not as bad as you think you really are...” Gumball was grinning slightly, reaching over the table to cup his king’s blushing cheek. He pouted, flicking his neat but still slightly messy hair, and glanced at the waitress who was bringing them their menus. “Finally...” He whispered as she set them down. Gumball shot a glare at him and pinched his cheek, using his free hand to obtain one of the menus for himself. Marshall groaned and looked at her, his eyes half-closed. “Thank you...” Marshall glanced at her name tag, “Miss, er, Jillian.” He muttered, then scanned the menu. He himself was well beyond Gumball’s age, nineteen, but he leapt at the chance. “We’ll start with a bit of champagne, please?” The girl nodded, and turned to leave, her candy-coloured hair bobbed with each step. “Champagne, Marshall, really?” Gumball asked, cocking his head slightly. “I’m not sure if...” His king stopped him there, opening his mouth to speak. “You are an adult, Gumbutt, I think you can handle a light drink with dinner.” He was right, after all.