I fell into the Miraculous fandom. Oopsie~ Ladynoir, Adrienette. Enjoy~

A red and black clad super hero perched on the edge of one of the steel beams of the famous tower of France. The wind whipped around her in a hot, humid frenzy; the usual summer in Paris. The wind had messed and tangled the heroines black hair into knots, she reached up and let her hair fall loose, just above her shoulders. It was so quiet, and perfect, but a pair of two strong arms around her waist made it even better.

"You're late; kitty cat." She whispered, she felt a pressure on her back as her rested his head.

"Family issues." A voice responded. He wasn't lying either, his father Gabriel had requested (much to the felines' chagrin) to stay later to obtain more couples photos for his newest summer line. He pulled his thoughts from that evening and hoisted the young girl off the edge, facing her. "That's dangerous my Lady." He brought her closer to him. "You could fall."

"I know you'd be there to catch me kitty." She laughed in response. The laugh was like liquid gold pouring out of her limps and a symphony to his ears. He dragged her in and pressed his lips to hers. She gladly excepted pressing back with excitement, no fear. They had recently gotten together one month ago. When he had found her sobbing over a boy who broke her heart. Technically, she told him the boy hadn't said anything rude, but she assumed that it had been years and it was time to move on. Even though it killed her.

He couldn't stand the light leaving her eyes in this way, or her sobs. It hurt him just as much and he was sure that this asshole was going to pay for hurting his Ladybug. How could someone not love a human so bold and beautiful. During this point, he took it upon himself to nurse her back to her old self. Showing her the hidden beauties of Paris, or just how sweet strawberry gelato from the little family owned cafe down the street could taste. And slowly, over the course of many more months, he won her heart.

He went further to deepen the kiss, moving from her lips down her jawline, going even further down the nape of her neck. Stopping there for a second to listen to her slightly laboured breathing, hitching with excitement. He also stopped because he believed this was an appropriate time to mark what was his. It took only a handful of seconds for her to realize what he was doing.

"Chat don't-" She said, eyes still closed and head tilted slightly back, as though her brain said no but her body said yes. Once he was done, Paris' top heroine was left with a red coloured mark on her neck. The boy felt a wack on his head. "Chat!" She complained. How on earth was she suppose to explain this one to everyone? She had to come up with a clever way to hide the love mark on her neck before school tomorrow.

"To far?" He purred, not really caring of the consequences she may have to face. "Or maybe not enough..." He looked at her with a devilish smirk. She backed up nervously.

"C-Chat. Be realistic. You don't want to do anything r-rash." She stuttered, she hit the guard rail of the platform they were standing on, realizing they were a good 40 feet up with no where to run. The young boy crouched down and pounced. Knocking her to the ground and effectively, taking up the rest of her night.

The next morning Marinette stood in front of her mirror. Looking at only the mark he left the night prior. They were spindles around her neck, a few on her collarbone from him tugging her uniform slightly downwards. And one, particularly cat-like bite mark right on her collarbone, no avoiding that one. She grabbed her signature jean jacket and a large light pink infinity scarf and wrapped it around, that covered up the bad ones. Makeup could cover up the smaller ones and voila~ she was set.

Making her way to school she was adjusting her scarf every 30 seconds, making sure nothing showed, especially that nasty (not that she thought it was that bad) bite mark. She was greeted by Alya when she arrived and the two walked into school together.

"What are you doing with a scarf Marinette? Honestly it's like, 25 degrees outside, how are you not boiling?" Her friend asked, fanning herself.

"I-um." She changed her voice to make it all gravely and low, "I have a cold...my throat hurts so badly..." She lied, feeling that twinge of guilt.

"You shouldn't be here then, you might get me infected." She joked and rubbed her friend's back in a motherly fashion. "Oo, Adrien Alert." Alya cooed and linked arms with Marinette. She only rolled her eyes, she couldn't deny the feelings she had for Adrien still remained, but they weren't enough to send her into a babbling fool like state.

"Morning girls." He greeted kindly, Marinette waved and Alya repeated the greeting and the same to Nino. As Marinette passed Adrien watched her go, but something caught his attention.

"Marinette," he walked up behind her and inspected the scarf closer. Beneath it he saw half of a red mark on her neck. "Are you alright? I think you may have a bruise..." He frowned. The shy girl was quick to cover the side of her neck.

"Oh, yes. I-um fell asleep, with a-uh. Big necklace! Yep. That's it. And I woke up this morning and I had this bruise from it! W-what bad luck!" She stammered before turning on her heel and stalking off, leaving three very confused friends. They decided to drop it, except Alya of course, who chided her for being so brainless.

Her friend continued this motherly rant all the way to their first period art class. All becoming seated at the first bell, their teacher explained how they'd be painting today, anything they wanted that had to do with a nature theme. They all agreed and turned to groups of four, with the people behind them. One team of course consisting of Nino, Alya, Marinette and Adrien.

They spent a happy half an hour painting, Nino facing Alya and Marinette facing Adrien from across the table. "A-Adrien, could you pass the brown paint please?" She stammered. True her talking to him had gotten considerably easier, but the nervousness of having someone so great so close still remained. He obliged and passed the paint jar to her. The young girl leaned to get the paint, not noticing how her scarf had dipped into the pot of blue paint.

"Um. Marinette?" Adrien started, the young girl, slightly startled, shot up, blue paint splattering Adrien's white shirt. Marinette gasped and started to apologize profusely. The sad sigh of the teacher echoed through the class as she told them to use the sink in the hall to try and clean up, then report to the office for fresh clothing.

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"A-Adrien I am so so sorry! I ruined your shirt!" Marinette apologized as he dabbed the cotton shirt carefully.

"Don't worry, it was an old shirt anyways." He laughed, the halls were empty as the two attempted to clean themselves up. "Why don't you take off your scarf? It's getting your shirt dirty too." He pointed out. She stiffened. The scarf, the marks. How would she hide them now? She couldn't just reveal this in front of him, and she had nothing to cover it up if she wet the scarf.

"I-um well." She began, trying to make up a plausible excuse. He just chuckled and shook his head, before she knew what was happening he reached for the scarf, pulling it over her head.

"Honestly Marinette, you don't want this to dry on such a nice scarf...do...you...?" His words slowed as he saw was covered her neck. Kiss marks, love marks. Hickies. She turned scarlet red and attempted to cover herself up. "I-ah..." He couldn't tear his gaze away. They were all over her neck, and a few on her collar bone, ravishing every inch, and just on her collar bone, a cat-like bite mark. That couldn't be a coincidence.

"Adrien! I-it isn't what you think! I-I-I..." She couldn't make up a good excuse for this one. "Why did you have to go and take my scarf?" She pleaded and reached for the stained blue garment from his hands. His face of shock suddenly turned to a smirk, as he pulled the scarf further and the young girl closer.

"Well this is a surprise." He purred letting his Chat Noir shine through, "who knew my own Lady would be so sweet and innocent?" He laughed. The girl stiffened and stared at him briefly.

"Chat...?" She asked and he nodded, not moving his eyes from hers. Her facial expression went from shock to anger. "How." Smack. "Could." Smack. "You." Smack. "Give." Smack. "Me." Smack. "These." Smack. "Marks?!" Smack. The poor boy was dizzy now but regained his posture. He spent the next 15 minutes after that rubbing the blue paint out. 10 minutes drying it. And 2 minutes placing it back perfectly on his princess' neck.

"Well...how about I give you a few more?" He asked leaning close to her, she evaded quickly, in a very Ladybug manor and stalked back off toward the classroom, stopping right before the door.

"The tower. 7. Tonight. Don't be late, kitty." She said, face still red and flustered. He smirked at her disappearing figure. Game on.