Yo whadup party peeps? Just kidding. I was reading some Finnceline fics last night, and I was all like 'Oh mein Glob! Ich kann nicht glauben, dass ich nicht mehr über diesem epischen Sachen gefunden früher!' I dunno why I said it in German, I just did. Kinda like Peebles, but that's not what this fic is about. It's about Marcy and Finn, and their relationship. Speaking of that, it's 2:55 on May 17, 2012, and I'm watching the episode 'Memory of a Memory.' Are you seated comfortably? Good. Now, let's begin. (Oh, and this is my first mainly first person fic) (P.S. It starts in Finn's pov)

1. The Last Time

I sprinted towards the Candy Kingdom, lost in my own thoughts. It was dusk.

If I'm rejected again, then I'll give it up, I tell myself for the eight hundredth time, it seemed. I still have a hard time understanding why I still pine after her, despite the numerous times she's rejected me. I'd try and try, but my endeavors were always fruitless. Hmm, when'd I learn those words? Must be from Peebles. I didn't notice that I was already at the doors to the palace until a guard said,

"Excuse me, I asked you what business brings you here?"

"Oh, right, I would speak with Princess Bubblegum, if that's possible." I said.

"She is in her lab. You may pass, Finn."

I followed the hallway to the lab and found her within, as usual.

"Hey Peebles." I said as nonchalantly as I could.

"Oh, hi Finn." she said distractedly.

"Whatcha doin'?"

"Nothing much, really, just perfecting my shapeshifting serum." (yes it's from my other story, but these stories are, and I stress, not connected)

"Oh, that's cool."

"And princess?"

"Yes, Finn?"

I took a deep breath and steeled my nerves. No matter how many times I did this, it never got any easier.

"Do you want to, maybe, I dunno, go out sometime?"

"Finn, I've already told you that I'm not interested in you that way." she said.

Phew. Glad that's over with. Maybe I'll go over to Marceline's place now.

"Kay then. Bye!"

And with that, I was gone. In a matter of minutes, I was at Marceline's front door.

I banged on the door and said, "Hey Marcy! Can I come in?"

"Come on in, Finn!" she answered.

I opened the door and found her sitting, er, floating on the couch. It wasn't an uncommon place to find her. I seemed to be spending more and more time here these days. I had almost memorized her features: Her knee-length raven hair, her pearly white fangs, her sharp cheekbones, her beautiful emerald eyes... Wait, was I daydreaming about her?

"Hey weenie, quit makin' stupid face at me." she teased.

I felt my cheeks burn. She smirked.

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" she said.

"Uh, no." I finally managed to get out.

"Well come on and sit with me then."

I walked over and deposited myself unceremoniously upon the couch. Jake and I found a new one for her about two years back in an alternate universe (long story). It's way more comfy than the old one.

"Finn, is something wrong?"

She could read me like a book.

"Yeah. I got rejected for the last time by PB. I'm over her, but that doesn't make it hurt any less."

"I know exactly what you're talking about, Finn." she said, and stopped floating to snuggle closer to me. I blushed slightly.

Wait. Do I have a crush on Marceline?

I dismissed the thought.

Besides, even if I did, she would never ever return the feeling.

Marceline's POV

We sat there, like that for almost an hour, not talking, just enjoying each other''s company. I gazed up at him, and instead of the goofy 14 year old boy I would have expected to see 3 years ago, I saw a man. Finn had matured greatly over the years. His jaw had become more set, and his arms, once thin and noodly, had become muscular and corded, plus his voice had become considerably deeper. Once he was a high alto, and now he was almost a baritone. But the most noticeable change in the boy was his height. He had grown to be almost a full three inches taller than I am when I'm not floating, which made him about 6'1". In short, he had become the hunkiest man in all of Ooo.

Excuse me? Why did I just think that? Wait. Do I have a crush on Finn?

I dismissed the thought.

Besides, even if I did, he would never ever return the feeling.

"Finn-" I started.

"Marcy-" he said at the same time, "You first."

I knew I would probably regret what I was about to do.

"I-I need to ask you a question." I stammered.

"Shoot." he said.

"D-do y-you have any, I mean, l-like f-feelings for me?" I was both surprised and disgusted by how I stuttered.

He just stared at me blankly for a few seconds, and I feared I had done something terribly wrong.

"Finn, I'm sor-Mmph!" My lips were stifled by his.

I let out a startled squeak, but I didn't resist. I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, and he kissed me even more deeply and passionately than before.

Where'd this kid learn to kiss like this? I thought to myself.

Eventually, albeit reluctantly he broke off the kiss. I immediately felt the warm sensation that had been spreading throughout my body vanish. I longed for it to return, but I dared not let it show.

"I'll t-take that as a yes?" I half-asked and half-stated.

"Of course, Marcy."

He smiled so warmly that it made my undead heart melt. And then he pulled me down onto the couch.

Finn's POV

I awoke to find that I was in a strange bed. Then I realized that it wasn't a bed, but a couch. And there was a feminine body resting on mine.

Marceline.

All the memories from the night came flooding back to me. The last thing that I realized was that the only article of clothing I was wearing was a pair of boxers. I blushed, even though I knew that the only person who could see was asleep on top of me. I looked down at the woman I loved, admiring the form of her face, her long raven black hair. I leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She woke, and tensed, but then relaxed when she noticed who kissed her.

` "Morning, sleepyhead." I said as affectionately as I could muster.

"How do you get up so early, Finn?" she asked, her voice muffled as she buried her face in my chest.

"Seventeen years of practice."

"Bluuhh."

"Says you." I said, and playfully prodded her on the shoulder.

Suddenly, I remembered something.

"Shit!" I said, and quickly retrieved my discarded clothes to redress.

"Hmm?" said Marceline sleepily.

"Jake is going to be worried sick! He doesn't know where I've been all night!"

"Bye Marcy! I'll see you later!" I gave her a quick kiss, and ran out the door.

There we go, says me. This probably isn't saying much, but this is my best romance scene yet. Later yo!(s)

The lonely god reveals himself.