Chapter Two: Surprising Circumstances

Adrien was having the best dream. The prior details were a little fuzzy but he found himself now spooning his lady. The warm curves of her back and rear were flush against his front. His arm was draped around her waist and his hand cupped one breast while he rubbed his morning wood against her plush ass. Wanting to get closer, Adrien nuzzled into the silky hair at her nape. But a stray hair ticked his nostril and he turned his head away.

From this movement, the sunlight from the skylight hit his closed eyelids, somehow managing to sear his retinas while sending a shaft of pain to his brain. The model winced and his lips pulled back in a grimace. Sucking a breath through his teeth, Adrien discovered that the Sahara had relocated to his mouth. The sensory overload had him curling into his lady and burying his face against her back. Her familiar scent brought him a sense of comfort and his hands tightened in a feline reflex of contentment.

There was a feminine yelp and suddenly his fingers were being pried from that delightfully pert breast. Adrien dipped his head until his chin rested on his chest and his shaggy blonde hair obscured his face from that dreaded sunlight. The warm body in his arms rotated around with a huff but it was quickly followed by a gasp.

"Oh my God!"

She was so loud that Adrien flinched his face towards the mattress, unaware that his hair had tumbled with gravity and his profile was no longer hidden.

"It's, it's, it's, it's…"

To add to the noise, Adrien's phone decided to trill with a skull crushing pitch that made him want to smash it against the wall. Scrubbing his unmasked face with his hands, the model shuddered as he reached into his jacket pocket and flicked the switch to silent.

Beside him there was an audible gulp.

"Plagg?" he groaned.

The voice which responded was not Plagg's. "No, no, no. This is just a dream, it can't be real. It can't be!"

Lucidity pushed through the dull sleepiness and Adrien pried open an eyelid to stare up at the girl hovering over him. He immediately shot backward as he recognised that startled face. "Marinette?" he rasped as he laid himself flat against the wall. The muddled soup that was last night's memories began to bubble and he impulsively reached for his face, feeling for the mask that wasn't there. "Oh shit!"

He had woken up with Marinette, in her bed when he'd been seeking Ladybug to seduce. Panic had him glancing down at his state of attire, he uttered a prayer of gratitude under his breath when he noticed he was clothed. That thankfulness was more profound when he saw Marinette was still in her pyjamas too.

"Nothing happened," he reiterated to both himself and her.

But his relief was short lived and the true depth of his blunder hit him. Adrien's entire frame grew rigid. Then he shot forward, grabbing Marinette by the upper arms, holding her gaze. "You cannot tell anyone." Inwardly he was seething at himself, drunk or not he should have known better. "Ladybug is going to kill me."

Marinette's jaw was bouncing as she attempted to respond.

The model released her and raked his hands through his hair, then over his face. His phone began to vibrate in his jacket. Clenching his teeth, Adrien pulled the item from his pocket, scowling as he saw that it was his father calling. "Hello."

The model had to hold the phone away from his ear as his father bellowed, "Adrien, where are you!"

"At a friend's place." He said as he flicked a glance to the stunned girl opposite.

"You were not supposed to go out!"

"It was my 18th birthday, Father."

"And you have a photoshoot this afternoon. Don't you dare tell me that you have a hangover."

Glancing sheepishly at Marinette, he parroted, "I do not have a hangover."

"Good. Nathalie is busy delving through the media websites to ensure you didn't do anything reckless."

The dour assistant's voice droned in the background. "Nothing of concern, sir. But I've just received a call from wardrobe, the collection you're waiting on has been delayed. The photoshoot will have to be postponed."

His father growled, "Adrien, I need to go. We'll discuss this later." Apparently, Gabriel needed to rip some other poor soul a new one.

Sweet silence let Adrien know the call was indeed over. The model slowly lowered the phone from his ear, all the while Marinette studied him with an expression of shock mixed with something he couldn't identify. As much as his head hurt, he knew he had to handle this carefully. Yes, she was his classmate and friend, but Marinette was something of a flighty creature.

Exhaling through his mouth with deliberate slowness, Adrien tucked his phone in his pocket and tuned his full attention to her. "Sorry about that."

A trembling hand lifted as she pointed her finger at him. "L-Last night, Chat Noir said things about Nino and modelling. I thought he was just drunk and having me on. B-But you're…" her voice dropped to a whisper, "…Adrien, you're Chat Noir."

Adrien couldn't remember the extent of what he done or said. In all honesty, he didn't know how to respond to her so he simply said, "Yep."

Her eyes were wild. "Like really Chat Noir."

"Uh huh."

Clarity swam in her blue peepers as she launched forward. "Where's your kwami?" she demanded as she grabbed his lapels and opened his jacket.

"Down here," Plagg called in a singsong voice but his attention was on Tikki. "You got any fives?"

"Nope. Go Fish."

Marinette frowned. "Are you two playing cards?"

"Yeah, what's it to you?" Plagg snapped.

"Nothing, just wondering." The girl turned back to stare at Adrien with a mystified expression. "You really are Chat Noir."

"I said as much, but maybe I should have convinced you otherwise." His awkward grin faded as his mind returned to his kwami. "Wait. Who is Plagg playing cards with?"

"Um…"

Despite his throbbing head, Adrien moved to the bedside rails and leaned over to look down. There sat Plagg with a handful of playing cards and opposite him a red kwami doing the same.

Adrien rocked back to stare at Marinette. "That's… that's Ladybug's kwami." His hands were suddenly on her shoulders, biting into her flesh as he shook her. "Why do you have Tikki?"

"Well, um…" Marinette's gaze shot about desperately until she turned and picked up a small tin from her beside nook. "Breath mint?" she asked, offering them to him while she had one herself.

The model was stunned by her change in topic but accepted. While she issued him the candy, Adrien's gaze shifted to her lobes, then he popped the mint in his mouth. With a single hand, he tucked her loose hair behind her left ear and stared at the dull grey circular earring. Jewellery as plain as his ring. For a girl who lived to design, this accessory was out of place. His hand strayed to her ear, his thumb tracing the edge to her lobe. "You're… you're…"

Marinette stared at him with emotion swirling in her eyes. Her lips were parted and her bosom heaved with rapid respiration. She finished his sentence in a whisper, "Ladybug."

The world stopped for Adrien as he stared at Marinette. She was his partner, his lady, his… love. And he'd come to her last night, unaware, yet he'd found her. The model shifted to his knees and took her face in both his hands. "My lady," he uttered with rapture. "You were right under my nose the whole time."

Desire had Adrien closing the distance between them. His eyes dropped to her lush lips as he angled his head towards hers. Then he hesitated. This was Marinette, his friend. A girl he'd unwittingly rejected. He pulled back to stare at her. "I don't get it."

The girl almost tumbled into his lap as she leaned toward him. Unlike the response he normally received from his lady, she appeared keen to receive his kiss. That had him baffled. His moment of stunned silence allowed Marinette to recompose herself. "What don't you get?"

"Your confession to me years ago. When we were on your balcony after stopping baby August from his cake rampage. You told me you were in love with me as Chat Noir. But if you're also Ladybug why didn't you tell me in the suit? You know I would have accepted you that way. Why tell me as Marinette?"

A blush stained her cheeks. "Well, I, um… I thought Chat Noir had figured out I was Ladybug and I was trying to throw you off the scent."

"So, it was a distraction. You weren't really in love with me." Anguish laced his voice. Particularly due to the unspoken implication from his newly acquired knowledge.

"It's kind of complicated."

"I don't understand." Adrien released her and slumped to his rear, flopping to his back as he laid on the mattress staring at the ceiling. "My head hurts."

He was unaware of Marinette admiring him. Staring at the lines of his throat and jaw as he lay with his face tilted towards the skylight. He had no idea the gentle sunlight was displaying all his attributes in the most pleasing way to the girl beside him.

The model lifted his hand to shade his eyes. But Marinette moved over him, her head blocking the light. Worry lined her face as she gnawed on her bottom lip. "You know how I said there was someone else?"

"How could I forget?" Adrien grumbled with a roll of his eyes that made him wince.

"It-It was you, Adrien. I just didn't realise you were also Chat Noir."

Adrien snorted. "I'm lost. Are you trying to say I cockblocked myself?"

Marinette blushed. "I suppose you could put it that way."

Green eyes snapped wide open. "You want me?" The realisation had his heart racing.

Her answer was nothing more than a cautious whisper but it held strong conviction. "Yes."

All hesitation on Adrien's part vaporised and his arms shot up, his hands snaking around Marinette's nape and back as he brought her face down to his. The warmth of her breath caressed his face as she exhaled through her open lips. Adrien angled himself up to claim her mouth and he groaned when he finally tasted his lady.

Together they moved their mouths with tentative brushes. Slow gentle kisses ensued until Marinette sunk her hands into his hair and positioned her knees either side of his hips. Adrien's lower hand moved to the curve of her spine, encouraging her to sit on his lap. The hand at her nape splayed and his fingers sank into her hair as he deepened their kiss.

Passion exploded between them as years of unrequited yearning propelled the pair to be more adventurous. Adrien was assertive in his actions but his partner met and reciprocated his moves. Mouths and hands explored with ravenous urgency. All sense of time disappeared as they twisted against one another, making out with unrivalled fervour.

Between kisses, Marinette spoke. "When I woke… you were… hard."

Adrien dropped his hand from her nape to cradle her face. "You noticed?"

"Um, yeah. I thought I was imagining it at first. You were… grinding against me, weren't you?"

The model shied away as he blushed. "I wasn't entirely awake, but yeah, I was."

Blue eyes searched green. Her voice was hushed. "I-I liked it."

Her admission emboldened Adrien. The fingers at the small of her back pushed her down as he arched his pelvis up. Marinette's eyes widened in surprise as he confirmed his current level of arousal, her lips parted as she gazed at him, then she undulated her hips and he groaned.

"Adrien, do you remember why you came here last night?"

The model flushed. "Somewhat."

Marinette giggled and toyed with his top shirt button. "You said you wanted Ladybug, who also happens to be me, to make you a man."

While he'd known he'd wanted Ladybug in such a way, he didn't remember verbalising it to Marinette. "I said that?"

"Yes, you were most insistent in giving Ladybug your virginity."

"Oh my God, you must think I'm such a jerk."

His partner chuckled. "I'd be lying if I said otherwise. But there was something endearing about your desperation."

Embarrassment had the model blushing from chin to hairline. "I'm sorry."

"It's kind of funny now. Besides you would have needed to make me a woman as well."

Adrien spluttered as his ability to breathe was inhibited by that bombshell. Although, if he'd really thought about it, he should have known.

Enjoying his reaction, Marinette grinned as she traced her finger along his jawline to his chin. His respiration resumed to the norm when her lips touched his. Adrien was keenly aware of Marinette's fingers trailing down his chest. Not to be outdone, the model lowered his hand from her cheek, skimming down her throat to her collarbone. Marinette's gasp broke the seal of their lips as she stared down at him. "Adrien…" she said his name like a prayer.

"Marinette," he replied with equal reverence. Then she rocked her hips against his, making his eyes roll back in his head. That was a bad move, one his stomach didn't appreciate. It took a moment for Adrien to regain control of his digestive system, but he was rewarded with the blissful expression on Marinette's face as she continued to grind against him.

"We could…" she trailed off as she blushed and gnawed on her bottom lip.

It took a while for her meaning to sink in, then Adrien's mouth sagged open. "I-I-I…" he cleared his throat, "Now?"

"Given the time, my parents will be busy in the bakery. You were on the verge of frantic last night."

Green eyes couldn't look away, he was captivated, completely under her spell. Marinette might be unmasked but knowing her secret had him enthralled. And if he was correct, she was offering him what he'd been originally seeking. But Adrien wasn't in a drunken stupor anymore. Yes, his head hurt although it was much less so since his blood flow was busy travelling south.

Did he want a tussle in the sheets right now? Stupid question, of course he did but at the same time this was uncharted territory in a newly discovered situation. Plus, Adrien didn't want to rush Marinette's first time. He knew this sort of thing was important to girls. Not only that but he was aware that it could be rather uncomfortable for them too. And he really wasn't prepared.

But there was a hungry gleam in Marinette's eyes, one which he'd never seen before, and the need to give into his base urges was almost undeniable as she ground herself against him. He tried to warn her. "I will be frantic if you keep doing that."

Her wicked grin widened and he knew he was in trouble. Marinette sat up and reached for the hem of her singlet, tugging the material slowly upward to expose the smooth skin of her belly. Adrien swallowed, his hands straying from her hips so his thumbs could caress her midriff. Then that scrap of material was pulled over her head and his breathing became most difficult again.

Adrien knew it wasn't polite to stare but he couldn't help it. A pair of perfect breasts were on full display for his pleasure. Those straying hands of his continued their journey north, stopping at the bountiful twin curves, cupping her gently as he looked up into her eyes.

Marinette's voice took on a desperate quality. "Adrien."

Good grief, the way she said his name was going to be his undoing. But the moment his thumbs brushed against her nipples, Adrien knew he wasn't the only one going nuts. Marinette arched her back, thrusting those amazing tits into his hands. With a skill derived from years of being Chat Noir, Adrien sat upright in an instant and kissed her while his hands continued to fondle.

But that swift movement was a mistake. Pain rattled his skull and disturbed his delicate constitution. Pulling away, Adrien placed both hands over his mouth as his stomach revolted. This was not supposed to happen. His eyes shot to Marinette's with desperation, hoping she understood it was the residual alcohol and not her that had evoked this reaction.

She practically leapt from his lap. "The sink," she commanded as she pointed in its general direction.

Adrien rushed to the ladder, sliding to the floor as he heaved. In seconds he was at the sink, expelling the final remains from his upset belly. Once he was done, he washed up and turned sheepishly to Marinette. "Sorry," he croaked. But he wasn't just sorry about puking, he was sorry she'd put her singlet back on.

"Happens to the best of us," she smirked.

"Maybe I should go home," he relented.

"That might be a bad idea. Your father will be cranky about you being hungover, right?"

"Oh yeah, kind of forgot that detail."

Marinette slunk towards him, her hands grasped together as she neared. "How about I make you breakfast. I'm told bruschetta is good meal for hangovers."

Adrien dipped his head shyly. "I'd like that." He couldn't resist sliding a finger under her singlet strap. "But maybe you should get dressed."

She smiled with her teeth digging into her bottom lip. "Okay."

The pair stared at each other for a long minute before Adrien added, "I should turn around." The model complied with his own instruction and waited for her. Marinette mumbled to herself as she raced around and he had to rein in his chuckle. Plagg and Tikki were now busy playing Monopoly.

Twenty minutes later, Marinette was done. Adrien turned around with unhurried caution. He was pleasantly surprised when he spied his lady in a red fifties style dress with a wide black belt around her middle. "Wow."

"Thanks, I made it a while ago but wasn't game to wear it. Common colours." She told as she pointed to the red and black.

"If it had black spots I think you'd be in real trouble. Then again, remember when I had to dress up as Chat Noir for that music video audition? No one picked up that I was the real deal."

Marinette giggled. "Nor that I was the real Ladybug."

"I feel so dense."

"You and me both."

Together they descended to the kitchen and Adrien watched Marinette prep and cook their breakfast. She was kind enough to give him some antacids and ibuprofen. While his stomach continued to roil, the model was surprised by his actual hunger, plus the bruschetta seemed to hit the spot.

Marinette laid down her utensils. "I wonder how Nino is holding up."

"Fine, I suspect. He was the responsible one."

Adrien dabbed the end of his napkin across his lips and noticed Marinette's intent stare. He couldn't help but smirk. "Something caught your eye?"

"Good grief, saying things like that makes me think of you in the mask."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"It's a shocking thing. I've been pushing Chat Noir away for years. I'm not sure what I'm meant to do now."

"Stop resisting and give in to my charms."

Marinette covered her mouth with her hand as she let out a nervous giggle. "I'll consider it." This was not the sort of response he was used to, but he liked it.

Going by her teasing smirk, Adrien was pretty sure he was going to get his way. "Good to know."

Yet there was something unsure in Marinette's countenance. Her shoulders were curled in protectively while her eyes darted about and her fingers tapped rhythmically on the tabletop. The girl was clearly nervous.

Adrien reached out to still her hand, placing it within his. "You're not sure what to think of me now, are you?"

She swallowed. "I've had feelings for you as Adrien for a long time. Part of me is blissfully happy while the other part is confused."

"I know we got caught up in the moment earlier but we don't have to rush anything, Marinette." He paused before adding, "Though I do want to be your boyfriend. Are you okay with that?"

Her hand squeezed his to the point of pain. "I am more than okay with that, Adrien."

The seriousness on her face had him grinning. "Fantastic. Now then, let me help you clean up and then I think Ladybug and Chat Noir need to go for a jaunt outside together."

"You're not going to vomit on me, are you?"

"Live dangerously, milady. Who knows what the future will bring."

Now you're waiting on the ravishing, aren't you? Next chapter, Chat Noir gets his sexy on. Look out, Ladybug.

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