At that time of night, the lights in their apartment were usually turned off. In many cases, they might have been dimmed, so that only a faint glow would illuminate the faces of the young couple. But tonight, Adrien Agreste wanted to surprise Marinette and spice their evening. His wife wasn't totally convinced if his idea was entirely safe - although once she heard about it, the throbbing yearning between her legs became even more insufferable than it already was.
She still had her doubts when her breasts and her flat stomach touched the cold surface of their window, but once Adrien's length found its place between her buttocks, Marinette slowly drifted away, oblivious of the still busy street underneath them.
At that time Rue de Bacalié was still crowded, with many shops and restaurants opened way past midnight. Marinette was wondering if anyone down there bothered to take their eyes from the shop displays and look up - and if they did, would anyone recognise them? Was what they were doing even legal?
At the same time, Adrien was making sure that none of that pesky thoughts lingered too much on Marinette's mind. He slid his fingers between hers, tightly gripping her palms and giving Marinette something to hold on to, all whilst peppering her neck with butterfly kisses, prepping her for his next batch of caresses.
- Adrien... we shouldn't be doing that. You remember how it ended last time, right? - she whispered, trying to hide her moans, as is someone could hear them.
He responded with a low groan, still kissing her neck. Of course he had to remember the photo that made Alya and her blog truly famous. Most retweeted, reblogged, reposted and re-whatevered scene of that fateful year showed two Parisian superheroes, lying on a rooftop, passionately melting their half-naked bodies into one.
- Ladybug and Chat Noir doing it on a roof of some building... It didn't bothered you that much back then, did it? - Adrien moved his hands to fondling her breasts again, waiting to hear her moaning.
- Yeah, but... That's in the past. We can't just jump from one building to another. We're not longer superheroes, Adrien. - she replied sharply with a sorrow voice.
Her words must have struck a chord in Adrien, since Marinette soon felt that Adrien caresses stopped abruptly, as well as and his slow, empty thrusts. She opened her eyes and saw a faint reflection of his husband staring at her mischievously.
- We've got a roof. - he spoke calmly - And I still have my costume.
- Me too.
The two kept staring at each other's face in the glass for a few more seconds, before they both rushed to their wardrobe.
- If someone sees us, you are dead.
- Me-ouch, what a way to go, my Lady. - Adrien said, admiring his wife slipping into her red, dotted outfit again.
He quickly slid the metal staircase to their roof down and the two jumped up, ready to embark on one more adventure.
Had Marinette brought her phone, she would be thoroughly unsurprised that Alya had a great view of them whilst sitting with Nino in a restaurant across the street.