It was the weekend and there were many people simply walking around the city to enjoy the lovely day. It was nice and breezy and after taking a deep breath, he walked out of his room towards the main hall. His father, Gabriel Agreste the popular fashion designer was leaving with his secretary, Natalie for a whole week in New York. Work was very important to his father, more important than his son, if he might say so himself. This was a particularly important business meeting and he knew he'd have the whole house to himself for a week.

"Sir, everything is ready. I shall wait ahead in the car." Natalie waited for a nod before walking out.

"Ah Adrien, Your schedule has been cleared till we return. If it get's delayed further I will send Natalie back here so you can continue with that. You're 20 now so I think you should be able to live on your own and manage your public image the way you have been trained to." He paused and then sighed before leaving, "Do not disappoint me, Adrien. I would not be pleased to have to cut my trip short. You can call Natalie if anything is needed. Don't let me regret allowing you this freedom."

Adrien's frown went unnoticed as usual. "Yes father." This 'freedom' he spoke of was something Adrien had to plead with Natalie for. How she managed to convince his strict father was beyond him. He was glad to have her as a mediator and tried to stay on her good side as far as possible. He pulled out his phone and clicked on his best friend's contact.

"Sup bro"

"Yo Nino! What are your plans for today?"

"Ah well, I've actually got some reports to work on for this other course. And then there's a party at night. What about you?"

"Oh.. well, I've got the house all to myself this week and I was thinking we could hang out."

"For real? Awesome! Today is a bit tough, but hey, come by for the party. I'll text you the details."

"Yeah sure. See you there then."

He ate his lunch and then brought back a piece of cheese to his room for the black kwami Plagg. It had been a really long time since anything had happened but even Ladybug agreed they couldn't assume Hawkmoth had given up too easily. They still had patrols which were slowly decreasing in frequency. Now the superheroes of Paris were seen only once a week. There were still three more days till he could meet her again.

He admired her. Everyone did. Why wouldn't they? She was brave, strong and clever. She always tried to help from the goodness of her heart. And god, was she beautiful. Her body had bloomed wonderfully giving her all the right curves in all the right places and she was so lean and flexible. She had appeared in so many fantasies of his using that flexibility to her advantage (well, you wouldn't find him complaining). The first time he really felt he wanted to do intimate things with her, he realized that his lust for her was so great, he couldn't care less about the other girls in that way. Besides those that just wanted to be friends, no other girls ever managed to get close to him.

Plagg teased him so many times for pining after Ladybug and not being interesting in girls otherwise. Somehow he managed to keep himself in check while he was Chat Noir to present himself to her in the best light. He still flirted with her and she always had such witty responses when she cared to answer. He felt himself growing hard and looked around. Plagg had already gone off into his own corner. He pulled the curtains and took off his clothes before lying down on his bed. He started rubbing the stiffness, thinking of the flexible woman of his dreams and imagining her giving him her everything for his own pleasure. Oh, the things he would love to do to her to hear her moan and blush. In a few minutes he had already unloaded himself and he got dressed after cleaning up and taking a shower.

He picked up a book and read a few more chapters. He played a few video games for a while and even studied his college textbooks trying to keep himself occupied until it was time for the party. Finally he put on a light green shirt and long black pants and cross checked his messages for the address before driving off. Plagg chose to stay in the car like he did for all parties. Adrien walked in slowly but he didn't have to worry. Everybody seemed too distracted in their own conversations to notice him.

He saw Nino wave and make his way over from the dance floor. "Hey, nice to see you could make it. DJ's a friend of mine so he had invited me earlier. Alya said she'll meet me here with another friend of hers. Haven't seen her yet."

Adrien nudged his friend, "She's your girlfriend. You don't have to worry. She won't bring another date."

"She's bringing you a date, dude."

"What? How does she know I don't have one already?"

"Do you?"

"Well...umm, no but"

"Ah, there she is. Alya! Here!" Adrien turned around to follow his friend who quickly wrapped his girlfriend in a hug. He looked at the girl beside her in the long blue dress that made her eyes stand out. Her black hair was left open sliding down her shoulders and a little black purse hanging on her side. She smiled at him gently, "Adrien."

It had been a while since he saw her. He hadn't seen this sort of smile in ages and he found it slightly sexy compared to the awkward way she used to smile at him in school. She stood tall and beautiful with her heels giving her just the right height to look him straight in the eyes. He smiled back, glad to be surrounded with his friends, "Marinette, you look wonderful."

"Yep, Mari's our stylist tonight. Never would I have imagined a long shawl can be worn like this. Ah, I feel so hot in this." Alya leaned over Nino pushing her chest onto him and wrapping her arms around his neck before whispering into his ears. Adrien looked at her attire more carefully. At first he thought it was a one piece dress but focusing on the way the shawl wrapped around her torso and tied into a knot behind her neck, he figured the rest was a knee length black skirt and a black camisole or something basic. The shawl had some sort of a print on it and was part brown and part golden yellow and the shades were mixed up instead of forming a gradient.

He noticed Nino's blush coloring his cheeks in response to whatever his girlfriend had just whispered in his ear as he fanned himself, "Boy, is it hot in here or what? Shall we head to the bar and get a few drinks?" He took her hand and led her leaving the other two to follow at their own pace. Adrien looked at the stylist and the conversation naturally started, smoother than he ever remembered a conversation with the shy and hyperactive girl in school to be like.

"So, it's been a while. What have you been upto?"

"Well, I'm studying at the France National University of Arts to be a fashion designer."

"Oh! It's pretty amazing you got in. But yeah, I remember you have quite the talent in that field."

"Yeah, there are so many people that come from other countries too. Nathaniel is the only person I knew when I got there."

"Nathaniel's there too?"

"Yeah, he's interested in illustrations and stuff but hasn't decided exactly what he wants to do. He's taken a lot of the same courses I have. You should have seen him in the material sculpting one." She giggled and shook her head pulling out her phone from her purse. He waited amused at the silly smile she had while she showed him her image gallery.

There were a few images of clothing items, drawings, sketches, fabric rolls, plenty more of girls and guys that looked like her friends showing off their clothes and Marinette in her own creations where you could actually see the pride beaming from her face when she spoke of it. He couldn't hide how impressed he was. She was very young and she already had created a variety of clothes that looked flattering, chic and comfortable. Alya and Nino left them after two rounds to start dancing but Marinette was hardly sipping her whiskey.

Adrien looked at her again, slightly impatient this time, "Is whiskey not your drink?"

"Huh? Oh this, well.. I actually get drunk too easily so I.."

"Really? I think you should have chosen something other than whiskey then. Well, you don't have to drink much. We could keep dancing?"

She blushed at that. It was way too noticeable and he found it difficult to look away. She nodded and tucked a stray strand of her hair back in place before looking him back straight in the eye and that's when he was suddenly aware of how long he had been staring at her. He picked up his glass and downed the rest of his drink, "Alright, come on."

She did the same and took his hand. He gave her hand a faint squeeze when he noticed her wince as the alcohol burned her throat. He chuckled and led her to a relatively less crowded section of the dance floor and slowly put his hands on her waist after which she set hers on his chest. He felt a wave of emotion rush through him and he decided it was due to the sudden proximity with someone of the opposite sex after a long time of being indifferent to their presence.

She looked so fragile as he held her but so strong at the same time. Her hands were timid and her eyes bashful but her steps were steady and bold. His hands felt ready to slide around her smooth waist and he wanted to pull her closer and touch her hair. She spoke hesitantly, "Five years ago I would have fainted at this opportunity.. I had a little bit of a crush on you back then."

".. Really?"

"Yeah well, you were really sweet and cute."

"Hey! Now I'm offended", he said pouting.

She laughed, "Well, you still are..very likeable."

He smirked, the sound of her laughter was too thrilling. "Likeable? I must have tuned down my attractiveness tonight so I won't have the ladies falling for me."

"That's not true. I'm sure there are ladies that find you hot, like those at 7 o'clock." He turned back to look at the two blonde ladies she had indicated. He turned back to his friend not giving them more than a glance, "And what about this lovely lady who finds me only likeable?"

He leaned in and wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer. Her blue eyes met his and they were slowly pulling him in. He lifted one hand to caress her cheek and let his thumb touch her lips. She suddenly pulled away, "I.. I have a boyfriend."