Love

"Marshie," Fionna the Human whispers quietly to the companion beside her, her sapphire eyes glittering and glistening in the pale moonlight that washes over her face. "I have a question."

"Ask away." The cold blooded, blue skinned, rock star vampire responds.

Fionna sighs, faraway and dreamy-like as above her, the stars shift and sparkle. "What is love?"

Her friend whom is lying still beside her in a patch of sweet, green grass behind her tree house, overlooking the land of Aaa is none other than Marshall Lee the Vampire King. His inky black pupils move over the stars, dart from constellation to constellation. Beyond the hills, the Candy Kingdom is luminous, glowing pink and purple. Tucked away behind the trees, the Vampire Kingdom is dead silent – emphasis on dead.

"Honestly," He breathes, his breath mingling with the cool night air, swirling around his nose in puffs of white. "I don't know."

Fionna isn't satisfied with that answer, not one bit. She's an adventuress for Globs sakes, three word answers are just not going to cut it.

She wants details, descriptions, and an explanation. She wants reports, documents, facts, similes, metaphors and just cold hard evidence. And she's more than determined to get them.

She pushes a loose strand of golden hair behind her ear, the other hand struggling blindly to find Marshall Lee's hand in the darkness. When their flesh connect and their fingers lace, Fionna feels her heart beat quicken and her stomach inflate with butterflies.

She briefly wonders is Marshall Lee feels the same before she questions quietly, "Is this love?"

Unbeknownst to Fionna, the Vampire King's heart is knocking against his ribs, tattooing a pattern on his ribcage. He wants to smile, but then deems it uncool, and ever so nonchalantly grips Fionna's hand just a little tighter than she held his.

"No," He says, and behind him he can hear Cake making sounds of encouragement somewhere from within the tree house to an electronic video game that no doubt Beemo is probably screening. "This isn't love."

Marshall Lee silently hopes that she's talking about the hand-holding. Fionna isn't pleased.

"Is this love?" She tries again, shrugging out of the bulky sweater that Cake had knitted her because it was chilly outside, and then closing the gap that Marshall Lee had made sure was in between the pair, snuggles up close to him, wrapping her arms around his narrow waist.

Cold skin meets warm, and it feels like lightening in Marshall Lee's stomach. He's not exactly sure if he likes the feeling or not, but he doesn't have time to decide. Fionna just intruded his personal bubble.

"No." Marshall Lee swallows, lets out a breath or two before he continues. He's not sure how to handle himself, why is she making him so nervous? "I would describe it more as hugging. Maybe cuddling."

Around the pair, the woods crackle with life suddenly, and the moon above them shines a little brighter. Marshall Lee can feel a lone ant crawling around on his arm, but it doesn't bother him too much. He's much too distracted.

Fionna, being the brave adventuress she was born to be, is being just that – brave.

With a grunt of effort, she had ripped her hand-sewn bunny hat off her head and carelessly tossed it aside in a group of shrubs. With another grunt, she placed both hands on Marshall Lee's stone hard chest and wrapped both legs around his abdomen, straddling his hips nicely.

A jolt of electricity shoots up the vampire's spine, and he bites down on the dead flesh of his lip so hard he splits skin. He can't see the moon anymore, or even the stars. He just sees his best friend with her wavy golden locks spilling down her back, and her baby blues ablaze.

Fionna's fingers are like spiders, and they tickle his sides as they hover briefly over the hem of his T-shirt (the one that advertises his band) before sliding underneath the material all together. They pass over the surface of his stomach, and come to a halt at his chest.

"Is this love?"

"No." Marshall Lee strains, nearly moans, and shivers gently beneath Fionna's touch. "That's just teasing."

Fionna's giggle sounds like angels singing, and he mimics her movements, but keeping it PG by running his hands up the fuzzy material that makes up her shirt, bypassing her breasts, and coming to a stop at her shoulders. He gently flicks away a piece of hair, and she giggles again.

"So, tell me, Marshie. What is love?"

There are more sounds of technology and whines coming from the tree house, and there is a steady rustling of the bushes nearby. The pesky ant has found its way on Marshall Lee's neck somehow, but he doesn't care about any of those things. All he cares about is love.

"This is love." Marshall Lee whispers, leaning upwards into a sitting position, breath hot as he plants a single, sweet kiss on Fionna's nose, and it sends the blonde into chuckles again.

And even though he wasn't exactly sure what the definition of 'love' really was, he didn't mind exploring the word with Fionna.

Love is an adventure, after all.

Hello. This is the beginning to a whole series of drabbles for FioLee.

Title is taken from the title of an Owl City song.

Enjoy the cuteness.

-Ali