"What are we doing here again?" Marshall muttered sleepily to Fionna on the bus. 
"Helping the kids." She replied.
"No, I mean... are we going to the zoo? The aquarium? The museum? Why on Earth do these children need to stay overnight?"

"We're going into Tisdale!" Jazz shrieked happily from behind them.
"We're going to the museum, and the aquarium!" Dessie added enthusiastically, standing up in her seat.
"And who is paying for this?" Marshall asked, becoming more awake.

"They made the parents pay for it all." Fionna pointed out. "We're paying for us."
"We still contributed." Marshall sighed. "My only consolation is that there's a hot officer of the law here to keep all these rascals in line."
"Are you going to threaten to throw them in jail?" Jazz asked with wide eyes.

"No!" Dessie replied for her mother, scandalized. "Mommy would never throw good children in jail for no reason!"
"What if they were bad children?" Jazz asked.
Fionna chuckled. "Kids aren't thrown in jail, Jazz. Not even for being naughty."

"Oh. Daddy, my tooth is loose." Jazz said, wriggling her tooth with her finger. "Jimmy Hollings threw a baseball at my mouth and knocked it loose... should I punch him so he has to lose his teeth too?"
"Losing your teeth is natural at this age, Jazz." Marshall replied, sitting up all the way. "Do not punch Jimmy Hollings."

"...that sounds fake, but okay." Jazz agreed, sitting back down with Dessie.
"See? That's why I need you here, to make sure that the children don't get into fights, even if some of them, like Jimmy Hollings, deserve it."
"I hate that kid." Marshall agreed. "Bet he threw the ball at Jazz on purpose."
"Dessie said he brought up her father." Fionna responded quietly.

"Je...ez..." Marshall finished, looking over his shoulder at the writhing mass of children behind them. "You wanna talk about it?"
"Not yet." Fionna replied. "Anymore than you want to talk about Jazz's mom, I'm guessing."
"We-we don't talk about her." Marshall confirmed, looking straight ahead. "Jazz doesn't ask, and... I try to forget."

Fionna smiled a little. "That sounded so corny."
Marshall grinned at her slyly. "Oh yeah, Fi?" He popped a stick of gum in his mouth and kissed her.
"Why-why do you taste like corn?" She got out between giggles.
"Novelty gum. I got it when we stopped for gas." He grinned. "Anyway, now who's corny?"

"It's still you." She laughed. "You've only passed a little of the corniness onto me."
"Well, I guess I'll have to do it more for it to take effect fully." He grinned, before pouncing on her and kissing her. Jazz and Dessie, oblivious, talked about Power Heroine with their friends as this was going on.

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"Alright, all of the boys are tucked in and probably not going to get up and wander around being little sleep zombies." Marshall sighed, walking down to the lobby.
Fionna had just reached the foot of the stairs when he appeared. "Oh, great. The girls are down too. May we have our room please?"

"Sorry, there's only one room left." The receptionist smiled apologetically. "Can you double up?"
"That depends, is this a closet?" Marshall asked.
"The room is fully capable of holding two people, sir." The receptionist smiled.

Fionna smiled back at her, before looking at Marshall. "Great. Uh... what's the room number?"
Five minutes later, they found themselves in front of a room with a double bed.
"Uh..." Was all Fionna said.
"This looks like a surefire way to ruin our budding relationship." Marshall noted.
"It's fine, I'll sleep on the floor." Fionna said.

Marshall kicked it with his foot, and a cloud of dust and mysterious materials arose. "Uh... I think you'd be swallowed by the carpet while you sleep. Let's not have anyone sleep on the floor."
Fionna threw open a window, only to find it was pouring rain outside. "Guess we can't go find another hotel."
"We can't leave the kids, Fi."
"I know that, I was just--"

"Fi, I... well, we don't have to have sex." Marshall pointed out.
"Go on."
"We could just... sleep. Like we planned." He continued. "The only difference is, now we're in the same bed. No big deal. Our relationship might have gotten to this point eventually."
She looked down at her overnight bag, then at him. "No sex?" She asked.

"No sex." He repeated. "Unless... you want to? I mean, if we're adults about this... it could work?"
"We just kissed two days ago, and we met a week ago."
"I've had sex with women after knowing them for less time." He pointed out.

She smiled a little, before shaking her head. "Turn around and change."
"Just sleeping?" He clarified.
She shrugged. "We'll see"

He obeyed, slipping out of his pants and shirt, only to turn around and find that she was in the process of pulling a red flannel nightgown over her head. He hurriedly turned around again, though in a minute, she said, "I know you saw, Marshall."
"Sorry." He said.
She smiled. "Well, you don't do it all the time, right? Besides, it's just my back."

"...define 'all the time'." He joked.
She laughed. "Come on. And please don't have cold feet."
He smirked at her. "If I do, I'll wrap them around your legs."
"Do it and I'll hit you with a pillow." She threatened.

"Promise?" He grinned.
She grinned back. "Of course. And I will win the pillow fight."
"Now, I don't think that's true. And when I win..." He trailed off, grinning.
"What?" She asked suspiciously.

"I'm going to kiss you until you can barely breathe." He purred. "And then I'm going to kiss you everywhere but--"
She cut him off with a kiss. "Why don't we skip the pillow fight and go straight to making out?"
He grinned. "I can definitely  do that." He scooped her up into his arms and deposited her on the bed, pausing momentarily to switch off the lights.

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"Want to talk about it?" He asked softly. 
She shook her head. "We're both adults. And... neither of us did anything that we didn't want to. This... is fine. This is totally fine." 
He raised an eyebrow in the darkness, then snuggled up to her. "So I can do this then?" 
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him on top of her. "If I can do this." 

He kissed her neck. "Well then... if the lady wants more of my hot bod, I'm going to oblige." 
She smiled, before sucking on his lower lip. "Then stop talking and do it."