Hey everyone. As you may already know (but I doubt it) my co-author and I are holding a little fic writing competition, with Christmas as the theme (Halloween and Christmas, here).

Y'all gotta comment and like whoever you like the most, and definitely go check hers out as well.

On here, to follow the trend set by my co, T, I'll be called 'C'.

Mine is going to be a little different to hers, as mine with have longer chapters but less of them. Enjoy!

"Marinette, that's enough of Rose's 'super healthy and not at all alcoholic punch' for you." Alya chided, dressed in a cute black and red polka dotted tu-tu. She plucked the already empty red plastic cup out of Marinette's hand, before looking at her friend and cringing.

At the start of the night, Marinette's costume looked innocent and sweet. A cute costume meant just to have a laugh about.

Now, however, it was far less childish. After Marinette's third cup of Rose's punch, she had discarded her orange and white leggings, as well as her shoes, claiming she was too hot in them.

After the fourth, her hair had been let down, making a mess of blue-black hair around her neck, with white hair-paint streaking through it.

After the sixth, she had removed her cardigan, and taken out the little false teeth that had made her costume less mature in the first place.

By the end, she was left with an orange and black skirt that went to mid-thigh, a skin-tight orange singlet with a white patch on the front that was pretty much see-through, and a pending headache.

Marinette looked at her friend accusingly, pouting her lips that were smudged with orange lipstick.

"Alya, it's not your job to look out for me, don't be silly, you're being silly, silly." That sentence alone took Marinette a full minute to get out, between slurring and hiccupping. Damn… Alya thought. Rose really needs to tone it down next time…

"Alyaaaa! You said Adrien would be here!"

"He is here, Nino said so, we just can't find him!" She had to yell over the music. Juleka had promised that the party would be more like a seventh-grade sleepover than a club rave, but, apparently, she had lied.

Lights and music were blaring all around, as well as a smoke machine and a bubble blower, designed to numb the senses until all you could focus on was a bad decision. People were more condensed in the living room (as Juleka hosted the party in her flat) where there was hardly any space to breathe.

Marinette had spent most of the night in the kitchen, where Juleka was content standing with Rose, dedicated drinks bringer, and her girlfriend.

She had been happy to converse with them, until they seemed to have forgotten her presence, and proceeded to suck each other's faces off. Marinette left awkwardly, not wanting to interrupt, also no longer included.

But, the couple reminded her of why she came to the party in the first place. She had sought out Alya (and found her dressed as a ladybug with Nino, who was dressed as what appeared to be a black feline) and asked her if Adrien, the love of her life, was here yet.

Nino had said yes.

"Where?" Marinette shouted, as they were closer to the living room here.

"I don't know, maybe try the living room?" Nino called back. He said something else with a huge grin on his face, but Marinette only made out part of it. Something about Adrien's costume, and not being able to recognise him.

Marinette yelled, "What?"

"He's wearing a costume, he's dressed as Jade Turtle!" Alya called, Marinette still not being able to hear, as they were interrupted by Chloe and Sabrina, bustling past in a frenzy. Chloe seemed to be whispering seductively in her ear, and Sabrina seemed a little excited.

Marinette took that as a que to leave.

After half an hour of searching, she found no sign of her blonde boy. "He was in the kitchen!" Nathanael had told her. "Nah, he was just in the games room." Max said, seemingly completely sober despite having drunk the most there (the guy could drink for hours and never lose his head).

"He was in the living room, dancing with some random chick! I think she's from another school!" Kim said, with approval, "She was hot, too."

Marinette nearly fainted, and raced to the clustered part of the party, tripping over her little shoes with paw prints all over them. When she had arrived, she recognised everyone there, but saw no sign of Adrien. Mylene, Ivan, Kim, and people from other schools. There was one blonde guy – but his hair was all messed up, and the mask he was wearing – Hah he's dressed as Jade Turtle – obscured his face from recognition.

He seemed attractive enough, but not Marinette's type. His eyes were wild and expressive, nothing like Adrien's sorrowful and mysterious ones. She swooned at just the thought of his eyes on her, with the way he always looked like he was hiding something.

From there, Marinette had gotten drunk, removed half her clothing (at the behest of many shouts from the crowd) and tried to forget about him.

Now, she stood, watching, at the edge of the dancing crowd, moving to the rhythm of the beat like one organism moving underwater; as if they couldn't help it. Like there was some force they were victim to that they could not control.

She watched in almost awe, the pink and blue lights melding to become a hypnotic swirl of magenta, the smoke that smelled – more and more as the hour went by – like the tinge of something illicit, and less and less liked it was from the smoke machine.

She found the Turtle, again, wild hair and wild eyes as he ran his hands up and down a brunette girl with bangs and dirty green irises.

With a feeling of defeat, Marinette walked away. She sat on the arm of a couch, drinking another drink that she had picked up from a random table – something she had been told many times not to do.

She watched the couple dance. After a while, Marinette found herself moving her shoulders in the same way the girl did. She had to admit, it seemed to allure to boy. She found herself standing and mimicking the movements, the others around her not seeming to care for her dancing. At first. A few boys came over, and wolf-whistled. Then they invited their friends. Then they invited theirs.

Soon, nearly everyone who was attracted to females was there, with their phone out, watching Marinette. She had simply continued to dance, having fun with her own fluid movements as much as she was with the attention. She vaguely heard someone calling her name – Alya, maybe – but she disregarded it.

People loved it, why should she stop?

And she continued, until she met wild green eyes behind a dark mask and tangled blonde hair. He seemed to have discarded the brunette in favour of watching Marinette dance.

His eyes lit up with something as Marinette singled him out, stepping one foot carefully in front of the other, purposefully moving her hips out and arching her back as she did so.

People whistled and crowed, watching Marinette's performance with high intensity.

Her hands moved over herself as she threw her head back and traced the outline of her own neck, slick with sweat from the heat and proximity.

Adrien isn't here, and you're the next most good looking.

Eventually her hands found their way up her own shirt, and she half lidded her eyes as it rode up and exposed her naval. She lightly stroked her fingers over her arms, and made herself shiver.

The song changed, and Marinette found herself moving faster and faster, but just as gracefully. She moved to him, pressing her chest up against him, and looped her arms around his neck. She saw a muscle in his neck twitch and watched his Adam's apple bob up and down.

She dragged her fingers up and down his arms, and watched the muscle in his forearms clench.

Adrien mused over her costume. She wore an orange mask, and was dressed in a costume clearly meant to imitate the famous fox-themed Parisian heroine, Rena Rouge. How fitting.

Eventually, people start to peter away. With Marinette's attention focused on the boy, everyone seemed to realise their show was over. Not only that, but Alya and Nino were sending people away, along with Nathanael, Rose and Juleka.

The boy stood nearly still, moving only his head as she circled around him, tracing her hands up his body. His eyes were far wilder now than she had seem them before.

Her head was swimming. She could hardly remember what the other Marinette would have done in this situation. Would she had been responsible and stopped? Would the other Marinette be too anxious and nervous to even get here?

She took his hand, removing those thoughts from her mind. It was different tonight.

They wound their way through people, and hot bodies pressed up against one another. Eventually, she lead him into a vacant room with a single desk and chair.

Once she shut the door, and locked it, the sounds of the music and shouting was muffled to a quiet thrumming.

"Who are you?" They boy said, in a near predatory way, his voice filling the empty room.

"Ah, no-one important." Marinette replied, turning around and sitting him down in the chair. He nearly growled when she straddled him, looping her hands behind his neck.

"Hardly." He rasped, bringing his hands to her waist.

"Mmm." Marinette drawled, "I must be pretty slick, to have gotten your attention, lover boy."

"Don't flicker your whiskers too much, trickster. I was hardly occupied."

"Weren't you? That brown-haired girl might say otherwise." Marinette's singlet slipped down off her shoulder as he ran his hands there, and she moved her hips against his lap. He gritted his teeth.

"Have you been watching me, Fox?" He purred, tracing her neck and back. Their little dance turned into a competition of who could make the other less capable of speech. She would tug at the hairs at the base of his neck, he'd drag his fingers up her thigh, just under the hem of her skirt.

"Don't be too proud." She responded, a little breathless with their tango, "You were just the prettiest boy in the room at the time."

He grinned at her teasing.

There was a pause in conversation as she brought her lips closer to his, their breath mingling and their eyes not daring to consider one another's. He seemed to be waiting for her to make the move, something Marinette both appreciated and would have reprimanded him for.

It is more gentlemanly to make the first move… But, I think he realises that, in this instance, I'm in control.

She brushed their mouths together – not quite a kiss, just the suggestion of what one might be, if they decided to take it any further.

"You're dangerous, fox." He said against her lips.

"You've no idea," She breathed, and moved her head to his neck, pressing her lips against the soft skin.

His hands flew to the back of her head, his fingers tangling with her hair.

"Who are you?" He asked again. "Tell me that."

"That would spoil the fun." She tried to continue, but he moved his head back, and pushed on her shoulders until she moved back as well.

"Please. I don't want to do anything with someone I don't at least know the name of."

"No." Marinette said again, removing all tones of seduction and replacing them with a child-like refusal.

He laughed at her, but caught her hands in his. "Please, kitty? I don't want to regret this."

She squinted at him, and pouted, shaking her head. He sighed, "Well, my name's Adrien. Pleased to meet you, Fox." He said the last part with a seductive grin. He moved his face closer to hers, intending to finally – finally, she had been teasing for too long – press their lips together fully.

Marinette nearly fell off the chair, her arms flying away from his body so quickly she got whiplash. Her eyes widened, and her face flushed. All the alcohol in her system seemed to leave, and she was staring at the – very aroused – image of the man she thought she couldn't find.

"H-Hey, what's wrong?" Adrien asked, his eyes looking a little hurt, but mostly shocked.

She stammered, "I-I-I just, wasn't expecting it to be you."

His eyes widened as well, but not with recognition, "We know each other?"

She could only nod. Her legs still straddled him in the wide chair, his hands resting on her waist, which was what prevented her from falling off the chair.

He frowned, "Is it weird?"

"W-What?"

"If I saw you in real life again, would it ruin our relationship?"

His eyes were honest and open, and so innocent. He looked like Adrien's more eccentric twin, with an expressive face and brighter eyes.

Marinette suddenly had an idea. It was fuelled mostly by the alcohol, and the strange-smelling smoke, but her mind didn't realise that at the time.

"Not if you won't know who I am."

She latched herself to his neck again, and he tried to protest, but eventually gave in to her tricksy hands and lips.

A moment later, someone was banging on the door. It was Alya.

"Marinette, I know you're in there, and I know you're probably having the time of your life." She sounded both reprimanding and smug at the same time, as if she had realised it was not a good thing she was doing but had expected it anyway. "But, babe, I'm your ride home, and we're leaving."

Marinette nearly yelled in frustration, and she broke away from Adrien's neck, panting.

"Listen, Fox," He started, "maybe we should stop. It might not end well…" His words made him sound like they should stop, but with the way his fingers still dug into her shoulder blades and his leg muscles tightened as he curled his toes, she could tell he was holding himself back.

She sighed, and reason bled back into her actions. She stood in front of him, and the light in his eyes died away. The tension in his body didn't though, and he followed her movements as she leant down to whisper in his ear, "Til next time, hero."

He grinned, but it faltered a bit, "Will I even see you again? I apparently know who you are, but…"

She bit her lip, and made a split-second decision. He'd definitely already be invited, and she would be too. "There's a New Years party. My friends and I have been planning almost since mid-year." She grinned, "You should come. It's at Collège Françoise Dupont."

His eyes widened even further, "You go to the same school as me, too?"

"How else did you think I knew you?"

"I don't know, I thought you would be some model I've done a few shoots with before or something."

She scoffed, "As if, beauty queen."

He smiled, "So, you're gorgeous, confident, and flirtatious. I don't know how I've never heard of you before."

She smirked, but realised something. Confident, flirtatious, beautiful? Marinette was nothing like that. He'd never find her.

Maybe that's a good thing…

She turned away, and he stood up from his chair, reaching for her. "Promise you'll come for me, at the New Years party?"

"Promise." She left, and let the door hang open behind her. Adrien watched her leave, her bare legs and feet, her tiny but feminine frame. Her hair was dark, almost blue in its blackness, and her eyes, god, her eyes. They had lit up like the Eiffel Tower at night, bright and impossible to look away from.

She was a monument in his mind, and as he left the room with a frustrating emptiness, he found no amount of dancing with the other girls that threw themselves at him would remove her face from his mind.

So, what did you think? Tell me where you think the story is gonna go in the comments, I'll be reading them and taking into account people's requests, if I like the sound of them...

- C