Finn/Flame. I blame MewLuna for getting me to ship them. I still love Finn/Marceline, but, what the glob. I'm an FxFP fan. Short and to the point. THIS IS MATURE. READ AT OWN DISCRETION. Thank you :)

She's so warm...

He buries himself deeper into her, hearing her breathless gasp against his ear. The princess's legs wrap around his bare hips and she sends a jolt through his body, almost making him buckle. The adventurer and the princess are connected, her bright golden bare skin against his flushed peach abdomen. Finn is holding Flame up, and her delightfully warm legs are locked around his waist. The twenty year old can easily hold her, she's not heavy. In fact, he can't think of many details about her. Was she soft, was she skinny, was she heavy, was she light? He didn't know, the only thing that he could think about was her-

Warmth.

"Finn," she gasped breathlessly, and her face buries into his chest. Her fiery hair doesn't even burn him, nothing about her burns him. She runs her fingers up his bare torso, finding the crevices in his ribcage, that pectorals in his chest. He's so different now. Now he's an adult.

He walks them over to the bed, somehow able to lay them both down, with Flame pressed against her lover and the bed sheets.

Their movements are slow. They have moments where they're passionate and quick, deep and fast, but then they have the slower moments, the kind where they're in no rush. His hips don't buck into hers, they roll, and she rolls with him. With every roll they feel that rush, but they can savor it, and enjoy each other with it. Flame is still running her hands along his chest and the young man dips down and kisses his princess. Even her taste-

Warmth.

Her hips do another roll, and she hums against his mouth. He takes her wrists in his hand and takes them off of him. Before her hands can reach out again, he cups her soft mounds with both hands. She breaks their kiss to hiss, "Aaah." Her hands run through his dirty blonde hair, luckily there's no white hat in her way. "Finn, I'm close."

"Me too," he replies. "Shall we turn up the heat?"

Flame laughs against his chin, even on their wedding night Finn uses fire quips. "Yes," she giggles.

He leans down and gives her a kiss on her nose, before bucking his hips faster. She follows his pace, and he feels the warmth pile up and increase inside of him. Her eyes flutter shut, but he keeps his open, because he knows what's coming and he wants to see it.

Flame cries out, seeing white, and her body erupts in flames. Finn watches in absolute wonderment as his lover looks like fire, her hair flaring up, and the alluring colors of red, orange, and gold surrounding him. He watches for a moment before he arrives and sees white himself.

They come down from their high and he pulls out of her, lying beside his wife, pulling her against him. She's looking back the way she was, but always more beautiful to him. They both pant and feel tiny aftershocks, Flame's more obvious because of her hair firing up. Flame is in Finn's arms and she's ready to close her eyes a go to sleep. He stares at his lover and smiles, kissing her forehead and whispering, "I'm warm."

He could have sworn she was asleep, but was proven wrong when she says, "Well duh."

They both laugh and feel the warmth of their love.

A/N

For the sake of the fanmade story, Finn wasn't burned because of a magic spell. I wanted to go for short n' sweet. Not really smutty, but just... sweet. I hope I did FxFP justice. I don't expect any reviews, but if I get any, hoorah. Adventure Time for life.

-Moonlight Escape