queenoflogs | Really should know better.

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Really should know better.

Characters: Fionna, Open
Date:December 9th
Summary: Mistletoe mischief! Also, I had just missed the one last year:(
Warnings: None yet.

A gloom had come over many of her friends, and it was bringing Fionna down...almost. After all, the weather was changing, and there was something about the way the weather had changed that made Fionna feel happy. If her friends weren't going to be happy, she could at least try for them, right?

And what was the best way to do that but to try to get into a festive mood? Fionna was in the gardens, putting flowers in her hair, her hair combed neatly and flowing a little longer than usual out of her hat. It would have surprised even Cake back home: she had never looked this primped up.

Of course, this would have actually been a good idea to look at Alice's post, but like most alerts, Fionna had missed them and was walking around the gardens, seeing what food she could gather in the treefort later. True, she was really only there half the time, but you never knew what you would need later, right?

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Fionna had fought monster. Demons. Ice Queens. Gone to the world of the dead. The Nightosphere.

And this? This scared the crap out of her.

It was one thing to talk about doing something, but going through with it meant that you had to be ready for anything, and Fionna, for now, was winging it. She had made sure the Tree Fort was clean enough, that they had a nice little diner, and and even lit a few candles.

Now? She had to wait.

Amamiya was if anything even more anxious about it. Everything had to be perfect. She'd showered twice, just to be sure, and wore her best dress - a modest blue number.

Realistically, this wasn't such a big deal. But that was hard for her to grasp emotionally.

She knocked at the door of the tree fort, although she knew full well she could just walk in.

Fionna perked up, although her leg were totally feeling like jelly right now. Darn it, this would be PERFECT if Cake or even Marceline were around to coach her! She didn't want to lump this up, not with how different they were!

But if there was anything the blond was good at, it was presenting herself casually and at least looking like she could keep her cool. She opened the door, ready to greet Amamiya with a casual "what up?"

Of course, seeing her with her air down, dress flowing, looking so put together the words died in her throat. She swallowed, then gave the girl a smile.

"Hey," she said, grinning in spite of herself. "You look amazing."

"Oh please," Amamiya said, slipping inside while deflecting her embarrassment, "we're well past the point of flattery now, I think."

She was pleased, nonetheless, to hear that her look was so effective. She had worked at it.

"I dunno about that," Fionna said, planning to be a bit bolder now that the girl was in the house. "What kinda girlfriend would I be if I didn't tell you how doing stuff like this makes me all weak in the knees?"

It was true, not that Fionna was going to go falling all over herself complimenting. After all, she looked pretty good herself. She had put on a rather nice dress, tied a ribbon around her neck and was even (GASP) wearing shoes! Her hair was still under the hat, but if Amamiya pulled that off, she would see how much care Fionna put in making it look nice.

"Come on, we have some pretty good stuff to eat! I made a really neat salad and something called a quiche and everything!"

"Oh my, how fancy," Amamiya joked, moving towards the kitchen. "I'm surprised."

She had been expecting...big bloody steaks or something.

"Yeah well," Fionna bowed her head slightly, looking awkward, "I figured I'd go light, try somethin' new. I didn't want us all too bloated and tired to not do anything."

Yes, this was actually a valid concern for her. Fionna thought this night had to be perfect.

"Thank you for going to all this trouble. It's really quite lovely."

She gave Fionna a kiss on the cheek, and then sat down at the table.

"Hey, you know me! It's not and trouble for people I care about, and you're at the top of the list!"

She flushed happily with the kiss, then sat down, fidgeting slightly with her hair.

"Uh, sorry, still getting the hang of this!"

"Don't worry," Amamiya said with a chuckle. "It's just as new to me."

Amamiya took the salad and began piling some onto her plate.

"I don't think we should eat too much, anyway," she commented. "I wouldn't want to feel bloated when we...you know."

Fionna took a little, chomping on it thoughtfully.

"Nah, I wouldn't anyway, I'd be way too nervous!" She smiled sheepishly. "But I'm also kinda not, you know?"

"Actually, I don't," she admitted. "I'm more just nervous-nervous."

She was doing a reasonable job of hiding it, but she was nonetheless.

Fionna smiled. "Hey, that's fine. We can take our time, just relax an stay close if you want!"

She reached over and lightly put her hands on the girl's shoulders. "If you feel bothered about anything, we can always stop. I want this to be special, with both of us happy."

"You too," Amamiya said, placing her hands on top of Fionna's. "I know you're not as comfortable as you act. Don't think you have to pretend for my sake."

Fionna giggled. "Well yeah, I'm nervous. I never done anything like this with anyone, and all the stuff people would say about it would kinda freak me out a little. Like, what if you don't like it, or what if you just stop and tell me you really don't wanna do that. It's like...its like I'm naked, with no sword and no backpack and I gotta fight a monster all by myself."

"Fionna. In this case, if you're naked...you're doing something right."

"Naked. Yeah."

It was safe to say that Fionna was blushing up a storm. Sure, they had sort of seen each other a little like that, but after all this time, and all they'd been through? That would be something special. Just the idea of seeing Amamiya like that brought a flush of good feelings down her back.

"So, um. How would we even start?"

"Okay. Well, first, let's finish dinner before worrying about that."

It would be a shame to waste all of this food.

"Y-yeah, of course!" Fionna said, unknowingly stuffing her face. Fionna was very good at a lot of things, but subtly was not one of her usual gifts. She did marvel at the food then turned to Amamiya.

"Hope you're hungry!"

As a matter of fact, she was. She attacked her salad relentlessly, and then took a fair-sized piece of the quiche onto her plate. She was eating kind of fast, actually; she was in a hurry to get through dinner, to what waited after it.

Oh man, so she actually wanted to get this done fast too? Fionna couldn't help it: she grinned in Amamiya's direction, more than a little charmed that the girl broke her usual serious demeanor to be a little less formal.

There was also the fact that Amamiya was just kind of a nervous eater. Whatever the cause, though, she cleared her plate before long, and pushed back from the table. She was ready to move on.

Fionna was genuinely surprised. No one ever actually her when it came to food!

Which, considering what was happening next, made her pretty happy.

"Yeah, I'm kinda done too."

"Good," Amamiya said. The nerves were back, and she was wringing her hands without realizing it. This was it. There was literally nothing between her and Fionna and the bedroom.

"So...so. Should we go to the bedroom? Or-or maybe we could start on the couch?"

Yup, that was true: It was them versus their nerves, and Fionna was way too accommodating to let Amamiya feel too awkward. She flexed her fingers, running one hand lightly over her hair.

"The bedroom would probs be more comfy. Let's go in there."

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