I threw this chapter together quickly to continue the plot line. Apologies for the short length but I promise the next one will be a lot longer!

Fionna looked up at Marshall nervously, grasping for air.

"Now where were we?" He asked, pulling her by the waist and flying over to his bed, dropping her down onto the springy mattress. Fionna struggled to free herself from his arms and squirmed around in annoyance.

"Mar-shaaaal!" She screamed, before eventually giving up and settling down in his arms. She was no match for him.

"Calm down, bunny," Marshall chuckled. Fionna's cheeks flushed bright red and her innocent blue eyes peered up at him.

"Bunny?" She asked shyly. Marshall just nodded and squeezed her even tighter.

"Mhmmmm," He hesitantly slipped his hand into hers, fearing that it would make his "bad boy" image die down, and fumbling with the fact that he wasn't much of a hand-holder at all. Fionna was surprised at how soft and sweet Marshall could be at times; but then again - nobody could pull off being an evil villain 100% of the time, especially when you live in the Candy Kingdom.

"D-don't you find this kinda weird?" Fionna suggested. "I mean you're my friend and all that junk,"

"Oh you don't like it then?" He teased, looking to the other side of the room with a content look painted upon his face.

"No-no I like it...it's nice," She whispered.

"I've liked you for a long time, y'know that?"

Fionna shook her head and began to blush more furiously.

"Just don't get used to this Mr. Nice Guy thing I've got going on here," Marshall laughed.

Fionna was getting used to it, though. She knew that this side of Marshall, although slightly new and rare, was one she was beginning to believe that she would see more often. He managed to breathe a last "Goodnight, bunny," before his eyes closed and he dozed off into a deep sleep.