FIOLEE: Human Bunny
Entering the room where they had been lead too they took a moment to look around. The room was bare of all things homey. The only thing in the room was a window that was blocked with a brick wall and what used to be a wooden four poster bed. The four posters were broken, but a tattered chiffon curtain was thrown onto it for the romantic feeling.
Narrowing her eyes Fiona turned to face Marshal, “Looks nice.” She smiled and pulled away from Marshal so that he could put her down. Glad her eyes had adjusted to the darkness she turned toward Marshal, caught him to her and threw him over her shoulder before he knew what was happening.
“Fiona!” Marshal exclaimed squirming, trying to float off of her.
“It wouldn't be MY official wedding if I didn't do a thing.” Clinging to Marshal with all her strength so he wouldn't float away she took baby steps toward the bed, since the dress was pretty long and she couldn't spare a hand to hold it up.
Finally reaching the bed she pushed aside the chiffon curtain and threw Marshal on the bed and immediately followed him down before he floated away.
Resting her chin on her folded hands on his chest Fiona started. “So husband—” the word made her mouth tingle just by saying it. “What shall we do?”
“Well Mrs. Abadeer, I have something in mind.” He grinned showing his fangs. “I would like to just rip this dress right off your pretty little body, but I have a feeling that your brother’s people might want it back.” He leaned in and kissed her arms which were the closest part of her body to his mouth. “Slow is better anyway.” Lifting his head up, he reached her lips and kissed them.
Before she knew how it happened she felt a cool rush of air on her skin and she bounced belly first on the bed. Soon she felt his breath on her ear and she shivered. “Sorry about that, but I do have to untie this dress of yours.”
“You could have given me a heads up.” Fiona grumbled.
“Nah, I prefer the unexpected.” He said while kissing the exposed part of her shoulder.
Flipping around she caught Marshal by the neck and brought him down on top of her. “I hate slow.” She said before bringing his head down so she could reach his lips and kissed him deeply.
He shook with laughter, “You would.” He said against her lips as she grabbed some air. “Well at least let me…” He lifted her up to her knees. “Let me take the dress off.”
He was sure she couldn't see as well as he could in the darkened room, but if she could she probably might see just how much he loved her. She looked beautiful in the wedding dress she was wearing even if it was old fashion and outdated. She could wear a rag and rock it out.
Her pupils were large leaving only just a ring of the cornflower blue, that he had come to love, showing. He smiled, she looked so devious. One second she looked like a warrior, knight and the next she looked like a delicate little flower.
He floated behind her, hearing as her heart picked up and her breathing hitched. He grinned mischievously as he began to run his hands down her arms he heard her breath catch as he pushed her hair over her shoulder and kissing the newly exposed area of her back, glad that the dress was strapless. Moving his hands slowly to her waist, he could hear the pounding of her heart become much louder, his hands moved toward the laces that were tied in a bow just on her lower back. With a tug he had the silky lace sliding out of the knot.
“H-have I mentioned how m-much I hate dresses?” she complained halfheartedly as she held onto the loosening corset.
“I think you might have mentioned it once or twice.” He said with a low chuckle. He started to tug on the corset to let it out of her grasp.
She shivered again, “C-can you undo the bottom before I remove the top?” she mumbled.
He chuckled, but did as she asked.
He felt around for whatever was keeping the skirt up and after running his fingers over the rim of the skirt he finally found a clasp on the side which was followed by a zipper. Undoing those he heard her take in a deep breath and hold it as the skirt slipped down and pooled at her knees.
It was his turn to take in a deep breath and hold it as he took in the view.
She’d closed her eyes and holding her breath when she felt the cool air touch the exposed area of her legs. But when she heard him take in a deep breath behind her, her eyes flew open and immediately looked down.
She was still wearing the undergarments from Gumball’s wedding dress. She had pink satin panties with a matching garter belt holding onto pale pink colored hos and even a little donut around her thigh that was white with a line of pink in it.
She felt the need to explain why she still had all of that on just in-case Marshal was upset. “It was taking me a long time to just take off Gumball’s dress…so I just left this on. I hope you don’t mind.” She replied shyly as she turned to face Marshal almost expecting him to be angry.
There was a look of astonishment on his face. “I don’t precisely like the color. Red. Now that’s the color, but I do love what I see.”
She almost didn't believe him, but when she saw his Adams apple bop up and down she felt reassured somehow. Floating so that he was in front of her he pulled her up and she automatically kicked her skirt out the way. Burrowing his face into her neck a hand caught her leg and brought it to his waist and she did the same to the other, locking her legs on his back.
Leaning forward Marshal gently placed her on the bed.
“You are going to have to show me what to do, Marshal.” She whispered shakily.
“Don’t worry Fiona mine.” He grazed her neck with his fangs. “I’ll take the lead.” His teeth made a trail all the way to her mouth. “I love you, Fiona.” He kissed her gently.
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Marshal had been right; he had been made just for her. They were meant to be together.
“I love you Marshal.” She said as she lay on his side, her head resting on his chest and one leg thrown over his thigh.
“I love you too, Fiona.” He said caressing her hair.
“Is that what tier 15 is always like?” she asked curiously.
He nodded, “but since it was your first time…it hurt you at first. There won’t be blood next time either.”
“Was the blood normal?” She asked, her fingers lightly tracing figures on his chest.
“Yes,” he cleared his throat. “When…uh...when it’s—first time.” He cleared his throat again, making her look up at him. “Girls, um, bleed.” He looked away from her, his face darkening.
She raised a brow not understanding his embarrassment. “How do you know?”
“I-I…” He scratched his head. “I've heard it said somewhere.”
She opened her mouth to ask where he had heard it, but he turned to his side to face her and kissed her nose. “Let’s get some sleep, Fiona mine.” He started. “Tomorrow we have a big day.”
She rolled her eyes but wrapped her arm around him. “Goodnight Marshy!”
He snorted at his new nickname, “Goodnight bunny.” He held her close as they both drifted off to sleep.