"My father ask you to come by?" Adrien snuck up behind Marinette and she jumped, clutching the material in her hand to her chest.
"You scared me." Marinette smacked him in the chest and he rubbed the spot with his palm. "You know how he gets. I closed my boutique down for my lunch break and made time to stop by."
"Right." Adrien nodded and licked his lips. "Well, it was nice of you to use up your lunch, helping my father."
Adrien had been building up feelings for her, but he never thought she'd accept him for his sexual needs. Never thought that she would be okay with dominating him in the way that he needed. That he wanted. He always saw her as someone that would want to be dominated and not the other way around. But she was sweet, nice, caring, selfless, creative, and his closest friend. She often stood up for him to his father or distracted his father when he was getting too coarse. Adrien felt like he owed her everything and if she knew about his sexual needs… he thought she would never talk to him again. So, he pushed back his feelings for her. Pushed back his thoughts of marrying her and buying her a nice house on the Seine.
"Do anything exciting with your day off?" Marinette smiled at him and began to fold the fabric over her arm. She was busy packing everything back up. He shook himself from his thoughts at the sound of her voice.
"Um…" He rubbed the back of his neck and didn't look her in the eye. "No, not really. I read. Yeah… I- I read. A classic novel."
"Oh?" Marinette looked at him from the corner of her eye with a smug expression. "What classic novel was it?"
"It was… Wuthering Heights." Adrien gave her a fake smile and she put her bag over her shoulder.
"That's a good story. I've read it once or twice." Marinette smiled at him seeing past his lies.
He cleared his throat, put his hands in his pockets, and rocked on his feet. "So, anyway. I have to go meet with my father. I'll talk to you later? Are you up for a Mecha Strike tournament later?"
Marinette smiled at him. "Sure, Adrien. I'd love to. Online tonight?"
"Sounds perfect. See you in the lobby." Adrien smiled and walked past her to his father's office.
Marinette shook her head. She couldn't stop seeing him in leather, tied up to the bed, pumping into her, moaning her name, gasping, flexing for her, devouring her, and letting her take him to the edge of oblivion. A tremble ran through her body and she blushed. She turned to look at him from her peripheral and caught him walking with his head held high. Something about him seemed different like he was more relaxed and happier. Something in her broke and her heart threw itself against her chest. She felt flushed and the room got hotter.
Marinette had never felt that way about Adrien, but something about him now made her want him. But it wasn't like it was when she was Mistress Ladybug… She found herself wanting him to take the reigns. She wanted him to take control and something about that scared her.
Her thoughts soon spiraled to candle lit dates and cuddling by a fire. She began to panic more and more as she began to feel herself fall. Marinette quickly ran from the mansion and got into her car. Her eyes flew wide and she began to punch the steering wheel. "No, no, no, no!" Tears fell from her eyes and she grabbed her bangs in frustration. Her heart felt like it was in her throat and her stomach turned. She didn't want to feel. She didn't want to date. She didn't want to deal with this. She didn't want to fall! Not again! Not after what happened to her in the past. Not after Nate had hurt her. How he had controlled her in and out of the bedroom.
She sniffed and started her car. She had to get back to her clothing shop. She had to hit the gas. She had to move. She had to do anything. Anything to make it stop. To make the pain stop. She needed control. Wanted it. It was the one thing she had that was good. The one thing that she could do right. She had to gain it back for herself.
Her store was slowly losing business and it was becoming hard to pay the bills. Her design degree had gotten her nowhere and the only people that really cared for her designs were Gabriel Agreste and Jagged Stone, but even they didn't pay her often. She quickly peeled out of the mansion gates and headed back to her boutique.
She parked in the underground garage and made her way to the surface. She walked up to her boutique and unlocked the door. She sighed and stepped inside. Marinette knew that she would only get in a few customers the rest of the day, but at least she had something to look forward to afterwards. She needed to destress and while video games didn't really help, as well as, if she had Chat under her fingertips… it was still something to take her mind off of her life.
Marinette leaned on the counter and waited for someone to come into her shop. She had tried everything to draw people in, but nothing seemed to be working anymore. After a few hours, she chose to just close her shop for the day. She couldn't handle the stress of not selling anything and she was tired of watching people walk past her windows. Always looking and never actually stepping foot inside.
She grabbed her purse and locked up the shop. She made her way to her car and drove to her apartment. She needed to be free and all she wanted to do was sit on the couch and play games with her close friend/client.
She opened her apartment door and fell onto her pastel pink couch. She put her pink gaming headset on and picked up her silver controller. "Hey, Adrien!" She smiled and spoke in a cheerful voice.
"Are you ready to lose?" Adrien challenged her and she giggled.
"I don't know about that. Are YOU ready to lose, Adrien?" Marinette teased and he gasped.
"How dare you assume that you will win over me." Adrien pretended to be offended and she laughed harder.
"We'll see about that." Marinette picked her usual ladybug character, while he picked his usual black cat one.
"Oh you're on!" Adrien yelled into his neon green headset and she became determined.
After hours of playing, Adrien accepted his defeat. "Alright, you win. I bow down to the fighter game queen."
"Thank you, thank you! I'll take you on your knees now." Marinette quickly covered her mouth in shock. She slowly dropped her hands from her lips. "I- I don't know where that came from."
Silence invaded their conversation for a moment before she heard him clear his throat and burst into a laugh.
She awkwardly giggled and rubbed the back of her neck with a blush. "I'm sorry."
"It's fine, Marinette. Really." Adrien's laugh calmed down with each word and he sighed. "Maybe next time I'll make you kneel for me." He was just as shocked by his own words. He wasn't one to take control, yet there he was talking about it like he was into that. That he could do that when he knew he couldn't. Taking control reminded him too much of his father and he didn't want to be anything like him.
He heard her gasp in his headset and his cheeks flushed. His heart throbbed and he felt his cock flex at the thought of holding Marinette down. At the thought of tying her up in rope by wrapping it around her, in expertly tied knots, that surrounded her breasts and held her arms behind her back. The thought of suspending her from the ceiling and lapping at her folds with his tongue. He wondered what she tasted like with adrenaline pumping through her veins. What she would look like blindfolded and spread open with a spreader bar. What she would look like with a ball gag in her mouth. He groaned without thinking and Marinette cleared her throat.
"Um… I think I need to go to sleep. I have to be up early tomorrow and um.. You know how that is. Sleep is important. Have to get those eight hours in." She giggled and worried her bottom lip. A part of her hoped that Chat would show up tonight. Adrien's groan was the same as when she had had her way with him and it was sending electricity between her thighs, that had her wet and begging for him.
"Uh… me too." Adrien slumped on his couch and undid his jeans. He slid his hand beneath the band and ran his hand along the length of himself. "I'll see you later. I mean- talk to you later."
"You too." Marinette took her headset off and clutched her throat as she turned off her game. Her clit throbbed and her throat felt dry. Her heart raced and her face flushed as his groan repeated over and over in her mind.
Adrien moaned and slid his jeans past his hips, setting his cock free. He ran his hand along his shaft and circled his thumb around the swollen head, spreading the precum around. He leaned his head back and groaned as he groped his balls at the same time. Memories of Mistress Ladybug filled his mind and he got lost in it as his hand sped up and formed a rhythm along his hard dick. Adrien slowed down his pace and reached for his phone with parted lips and damp bangs. He looked for Mistress Ladybug's number and hit the call button. Adrien softly moaned as he tightened his grip and leaned further down into his couch. He was so close, but he wanted to be punished for what he was doing. He wanted her to disapprove of his moment of weakness. To hear her scolding him.
"Hello?" Her voice came through his phone and he moaned in response. "Are you being a bad kitty, Chaton? You know what happens when you're a bad pussycat, don't you?" Her voice became teasing and sultry.
"Are- you- going to punish me…?" Adrien bit out each word and softly groaned at the end.
"Why don't you come over here and find out for yourself?" Ladybug challenged him and he groaned again, feeling himself near the edge. "And don't you cum, Chaton."
Adrien whined as he forced his hand to stop. "Be there in ten."
"I'll see you then, Sin Kitty." Ladybug hung up her phone and began to run around looking for an outfit to wear. Her pulse was elevated and she felt like her skin was on fire. She didn't know how much more of Adrien she could handle. He was too much and it was killing her. She could get through this. She had to.
It didn't take long for Adrien to show up at her place. He eagerly knocked on the door and she opened it. Adrien immediately fell to his knees before she even had a chance to close her door. She could tell his jeans were uncomfortable and with the way his fingernails were digging into his thighs, she could tell he was ready to play.
"We're not in the room yet." She looked at him in shock through her red lace mask. She wore a one piece red leather outfit. It had a sweetheart neckline and the bottoms were short and curved along her ass cheeks, causing a crescent of rounded skin to show at the base of the leather. Ruffles ran along the hem that curved around her hips. Delicate straps of leather peaked from her red outfit and criss-crossed over her breasts and circled her upper thighs. A short sleeved, black silk, kimono draped along her body and black heels sat on her feet. She was just as breathtaking as before, causing his cock to flex and swell to its brink. He didn't know how much longer he would last.
"Permission to stand, Mistress Ladybug?" Adrien spoke and she could hear the strain in his voice.
Ladybug walked up to him and placed her fingers under his chin, tilting his face up. He looked at her with heavily lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. He shifted his thighs and his hands itched to touch himself. To release his built up tension. "What got you so riled up, Chat Noir?"
"I feel ashamed to say." Adrien looked away from her and his cheeks burned redder.
"Come. Let's go to my room. What happens in there stays in there." Ladybug smiled and slowly let her hand slide from beneath his chin.
He swallowed hard and followed her. Adrien stepped inside and left to the walk-in closet to put on the outfit she had picked for him. It was a black leather suit that had a zipper down the front. The zipper pull was a gold bell and the collar of the suit was made to wrap around your neck. He undressed and changed into the skin tight suit. He slipped on the belt tail and clawed gloves. Then the boots, which had steel toes. He swallowed hard as he opened the red box beside him to find a black mask and a pair of black cat ears. Both of them were made of a matching leather. He tied the mask around his head and placed the ears in his hair. Adrien turned to the mirror and took in how he looked. He messed up his hair and let it hang in his chartreuse eyes before he walked back out to her.
The suit didn't hide much and he noticed her eyes drift down from his chest to the bulge that rested between his thighs. Chat suddenly forgot the rule when he caught her rosy cheeks. Forgot that he was supposed to be on his knees.
He started walking towards her with intent in his eyes. Her heart raced and she gasped as she saw his dangerous expression, one of lust and sexual frustration. Ladybug snapped out of it and pushed him back by his chest and she looked away. "On your knees."
Chat stopped in his tracks, suddenly brought back to reality by her words and he dropped to the floor and obediently placed his hands on his thighs.
Ladybug began to panic, realizing that he may have begun to have feelings for her too, but it wasn't what she wanted from him. She didn't want him to have feelings for her. She didn't want this. She wanted to have fun. That's it. She placed her heel in the middle of his chest and slid it up to his chin. "I'll ask you this once. You have one chance to answer."
He peered up at her, panting hard. He looked up at her with a glare that cut through her like a hot knife. "Yes, Mistress Ladybug."
"Do you have feelings for me?" Ladybug gave him a serious expression. One that was deeply rooted in her own fear of falling. She shouldn't care if he was. It didn't even matter. So what if he had feelings for her? So what if he had come at her?
Chat's bottom lip quivered and he looked down at his lap and shook his head.
"You have feelings for someone else? A woman I remind you of?" Ladybug's heart skipped as she watched him nod. She could feel shame radiate off of him as he admitted that to her.
"Yes, Mistress Ladybug." Chat spoke and sighed, letting his shoulders slump.
Ladybug wanted to run. She wanted to fall backwards and leave him in the room alone, but as soon as the panic set in… anger and betrayal coated it and strangled it to death. "Who is she?" Jealousy filled her veins and pumped adrenaline through her.
Chat just shook his head and held his fisted hands out at her, hoping she'd drop it and just punish him. Show him how much lower he was to her. How he deserved to be treated. He heard her sigh and soon she was sitting in front of him. "Let me guess… you don't think she'll accept your lifestyle?"
Chat nodded and didn't look in her eyes. She grabbed his wrists and placed them onto his lap. She cupped his cheek and brought his face up so that his eyes were level with hers. "If she can't see past that… then she's not worth your time, Kitty."
Chat nuzzled her hand and felt comfort in her touch. She warmly smiled and stood up, yanking him up with her. "Now, be a good pussycat and go over to that chaise lounge."
Chat stood up and walked over to it. She walked over to the wall of bars and pulled a spreader bar from the wall. She sauntered back over and pushed him onto the lounge by his chest. He fell back onto it and looked up at her with parted lips. His cock twitched and she threw the bar beside him. Chat watched her slowly let her kimono fall from her arms to the floor and he swallowed hard.
She walked over and straddled his thighs. "You've been a bad… kitty, Chaton." She wrapped her hands behind his neck and suddenly tugged his head back by his soft hair. He groaned as she brought her lips close to his and ground her pussy against his dick. "You've been a bad- bad- kitty." She bounced with each word and then hungrily pressed a deep kiss against his lips and his hands went to her ass and he groped it. She gasped and slapped his hands off of her and he chuckled against her kiss.
Ladybug leaned back in his lap, letting her breasts kiss the air, while her palms pressed right above his knees. He swallowed hard as she took his hands and skimmed them up her stomach. She made him knead her breasts in his hands and he groaned. Ladybug rocked her hips against him and he groaned louder as precum spilled from the tip of his cock.
She leaned back up with her bottom lip between her teeth and gripped the bell pull on his suit. She slowly pulled it down and licked along his pecs. Ladybug skimmed her teeth against each of his nipples and he blushed as she sucked on one of them. She trailed her heated kisses up his chest to his neck, where she lavished his pulse point. He moaned as she rolled her hips, sliding his suit down his arms and to his waist. He brought his hands to her hips and she grabbed them and slammed them down beside his hips. "Don't touch, Kitty Cat." Ladybug whispered along his ear and nibbled on his earlobe.
Chat groaned and she stood up to walk back over to the cabinets. She opened a drawer and pulled out a pair of padded black leather handcuffs. She turned on the stereo system and No Me Importa by In This Moment began to play. She walked back over to him with the restraints dangling on her index finger. She swayed her hips and slowly slid her hand along her collar bone to the thin red strap on her shoulder. She let it fall down before she did the same with the second one. She bit her bottom lip and put the chains that connected the handcuffs between her teeth and he moved his hips, feeling his cock flex. She bent over and touched her right foot before sliding her hands up her leg to her thigh.
She then slid her hands slowly down her taut stomach to where she needed him most. She softly moaned and let her knees buckle in towards each other, as she ran her hands between her thighs and threw her head back in bliss. He groaned as he watched her undo the clasps between her thighs. She slid her hands up her back and suddenly pulled the clasps up her spine undone. She threw it to the bed and he took in her harness. It was different then last time, but it drove him just as wild, if not more.
He panted and took in how the black thin leather straps wrapped around her body. They contoured to her breasts and ran across her chest, meeting in the middle with a small silver ring. A leather strap ran down to just below her breasts and two more straps wrapped around her bust to meet at another small metal ring. The middle strap followed the line of her stomach and more criss crossing leather straps connected to a third ring. Two silver rings sat at each hip and went down into another two rings that held leather straps around her upper thighs like a garter belt. Red lace lingerie sat beneath it and he groaned at the sight of her in it.
She swayed her hips and took the cuffs from her teeth. "Get on your hands and knees, pretty kitty."
Chat shifted on the chaise lounge and put his forearms on the part of the couch that sloped up into an arm rest. His knees pressed into the couch cushion and she straddled his calf and brought his hands behind his back. His shoulders and chest pressed against the armrest and he bit back a moan. She buckled each wrist into the cuffs and pulled on the chain. "Good, Kitty? You're not gonna utter that safeword are you?"
"No, Mistress Ladybug." Chat bit into the plush couch as she slid his suit down his hips. She chased the tight fabric with her lips and his hips rocked.
"Don't move, Chaton." She slapped him across the ass and he stopped moving. He needed this. He wanted this and he knew Marinette would never give him this satisfaction. This intense need to be dominated, to be owned by someone like this mysterious woman.
"Yes, Mistress Ladybug." Chat gasped as he felt her spread his legs. Suddenly, he felt two padded cuffs buckle around his ankles.
"Ready, kitty?" Ladybug smirked and he gasped as she quickly extended the bar between his ankles, causing them to spread further apart.
"Shit." Chat moaned and felt his cock throb. He wanted to touch himself, wanted her to suck him, to lick him, to run her hands along his hard dick.
She ran her fingers between his legs and cupped his balls in her hand and palmed him. He moaned and tried to shift his hips to get her to touch his throbbing cock, but she just spanked his ass for moving. "What did I say?"
"Sorry, Mistress Ladybug." Chat growled deep within his chest and she let her hand slide along the top of his ass as she got up from the lounge.
Ladybug walked over to the cabinet and opened a drawer. She pulled out a black leather blindfold, an anal plug, lube, and a silicone cock ring. She walked back over and he watched her with parted lips as she smirked and slid the blindfold in front of his beautiful eyes. She tied it around his head and gripped his chin, turning his head slightly so that she could press her lips to his. He hungrily kissed her, letting his tongue glide along hers in a frantic kiss. Ladybug moaned and sighed as she ripped his face from hers and slapped his cheek. "You're a naughty kitty."
"You're my dirty pretty." Chat smirked back at her and she pretended to be offended.
"How dare you, you mangy alley cat." She slapped his ass and gripped it, spreading him wide. He groaned and his fists clenched along his spine.
He groaned as she stuck her finger between her lips and made them wet. She slid her middle finger inside of him. "Ah, fuck." He pressed his forehead into the arm of the couch and groaned as precum spilled from his swollen head.
Ladybug reached around him and slid a stretchy cock ring around his dick. It pressed into him and added pressure at the base of his cock and he cried out as she added a second finger into his ass. She pumped her fingers in and out of him and he flexed his hands as his cock dripped onto the soft velvet. "Are you going to touch yourself again?"
"No, Mistress Ladybug." Chat groaned loudly and bit his bottom lip till it bled.
Ladybug saw the hint of red and pulled him up onto his knees, but the chains that connected his wrists. She turned his head and bit his bottom lip, drawing his blood into her mouth. It tasted metallic and dark, like him. He groaned and let her suck on his bottom lip before he ran his tongue along her lips, begging for more. She let his lip go and pushed him back down to the couch. "That's enough. You'll get spoiled."
Chat groaned as she removed her fingers from his ass. She put lube on her hand and began to coat the toy in the slick clear liquid. She ran her hand up his spine and he relaxed as she pressed chaste kisses along his shoulder. "Ready?" She purred into his ear and he gasped as she slowly slid the plug into his ass.
"Ah!" Chat cried out and rocked his hips as more precum spilled onto the couch. She nestled it into his ass and slid between his thighs and laid her back against the bar.
She flicked the tip of his hard cock with her tongue and he moaned louder. She swirled her tongue around him and he flexed. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and wrapped her lips around his head, pumping him with her hand and mouth in tandem. He panted and rocked his hips into her mouth. She moaned, sending vibrations through his cock.
He was near the edge and it didn't take long. He could feel his muscles tightening up. Could feel his breath catch. Words escaped him and he couldn't even concentrate on anything but the toy in his ass and her mouth.
"Cum for me, baby." Ladybug let him go with a wet pop and spoke as she ran her hand along him.
Chat groaned and she used her free hand to move the toy in and out of his tight asshole, while she used her other hand, mouth, and tongue to work his throbbing cock. "Shit, Mistress- Ladybug. Oh God. Hah- ah- fuck."
She sped up the pace and brought him over the edge, increasing the rhythm and pressure behind her actions. He spilled hot cum into her mouth and she greedily drank it from him. He tasted sweet and she couldn't get enough. His hips slowed down with each gentle tug she gave him and she slowly removed the anal plug from his ass. Ladybug took the ring off of him and set them aside.
He panted and tried to not let his knees give out with her under him. She slid back out from under him with flushed cheeks and swollen red hued lips. "You're not done yet, Kitty. You still need to help a bug out."
Chat groaned at her words and she undid his ankles and handcuffs. She rubbed his ankles and wrists, placing soothing kisses to each one. Chat marveled in how she took great care in rubbing the redness away and how she placed loving kisses against his irritated skin. "Anything, Mistress Ladybug." He sighed and turned to lean his back against the arm of the chaise lounge, while she stood beside him.
"I want you to dominate me." Ladybug blushed and Chat's lips fell open.
"Excuse me?" Chat was at a loss for words.
"You heard me. Dominate me." Ladybug felt her heart race. She wasn't sure if she could handle it and part of her hoped that he would say his safeword. That he would say no.
Chat worried his bottom lip and his heart raced in his chest. He began to pant as she stood and waited for his answer. He felt like a cornered cat and he wanted a way to escape. "Macaron." Chat whispered, ashamed. Ashamed that that was the deal breaker. That that was what made him say no.
"Macaron?" Ladybug's eyes went wide at his safeword. She was surprised to say the least.
Chat worried his bottom lip and nodded. "Macaron." Tears fell down his cheeks and she suddenly sat down beside him and pulled him to her chest. "I- I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Adrien." Ladybug broke from her character for a moment to try and fix the broken man. Her broken friend. Her broken kitty.
He shivered at his actual name and she let him go to go grab his over shirt. She wrapped it around his shoulders and he curled into himself. "I- I'm so sorry. I'm ashamed that that is my limit. That I can't do that for you. That I've never been able to do that for a woman."
"Don't be." Ladybug smiled warmly at him and removed his blindfold, mask, and ears. She ran her hands through his damp blonde hair. Ladybug sighed and worried her bottom lip. "I can't be submissive."
Adrien looked up at her in shock. He thought she would be able to play both sides.
"Hard limit for me." Ladybug giggled at how ashamed and stupid she felt. "But there is one man that I have just realized that I would sub for. But he's just a friend."
Adrien swallowed hard and watched her cheeks flush. He suddenly realized how similar they were. How she was going through what he was. "I too have a woman that I would dom for, but we're just friends. Have been for years."
Ladybug's eyes flew open wide and she suddenly relaxed and giggled. "I guess we're both a couple of fucked up people."
Adrien chuckled and relaxed on the couch. "I guess we are." He sighed and stood up. "I'm going to just go get dressed." He pointed to the closet and she nodded with a smile.
"Go ahead, Chaton." Ladybug shared a smile with him and he left into the walk-in closet.
She walked over to slip her black kimono back onto her shoulders and she tied it around her waist. Ladybug sat on the bed and laid back. Her thoughts filtered to Adrien and she worried her bottom lip. He came back out of the closet in the clothes that he wore to meet his father. Her clit swelled and she ran her fingers between her thighs and parted them, giving him a view. "Can I ask you for one more favor?"
"Anything, Mistress Ladybug." Adrien sighed watching her run her fingers along her slick folds.
"Lick my pussy like you mean it." Ladybug softly mewled and slipped her middle finger into her tight opening. She moaned and watched him with a sultry expression.
"With pleasure, Mistress Ladybug." Adrien groaned and gasped at the words that fell from her parted lips.
"Chaton? Call me M'Lady." Ladybug sighed and he moaned louder as he leapt onto the bed and grabbed her thighs, bringing her closer to his mouth.
He spread her folds and ran his tongue between them, tasting her. She was sweet like honey and he couldn't get enough of her. He wrapped his lips around her swollen clit and sucked as he flicked it with his tongue. He reached up and tweaked her peaked nipples through the silky fabric and she arched her back and cried out.
She undid her kimono and he rolled her nipples through the thin lace. She cried out as he sped up his tongue and brought her over the edge, shaking his head back and forth while sucking on her clit. Her toes curled and she felt her muscles tense up as she fell over the edge. Her vision went black for a second as she closed her eyes and screamed out with her fingers buried in his soft hair. "Ah… Adrien!"
Adrien moaned at hearing his own name on her lips instead of kitty or any other cat oriented name and she sighed as she came down from her high. She dug her nails into the back of his button down shirt and he climbed up her body. She clutched him to her body and caught her breath. Her heart felt like it was exploding and he looked down at her, panting. She gazed into his emerald eyes and noticed the golden specks in them. They stayed like that for a while, just drinking each other in. Adrien slowly ran his fingers up her cheek and went to push the lace mask up and off of her eyes, when she pulled his hand away. "Don't. I don't show my clients my face without the mask."
Adrien groaned and pressed his forehead to hers, letting his hand fall beside her shoulder. "I understand."
Ladybug wanted him to see, wanted him to know who she was. That she was his close friend and had been for years. That she had fallen for him. That she wanted him, all of him. She didn't care if he didn't dominate. It didn't matter to her. She just wanted him. All of him, but she knew she couldn't do that. She knew it was better to keep her distance. To separate her two worlds. So, she pushed him slightly and he got off of her. She fixed her kimono and sighed. "You should go. Our time is up."
"When can I see you again?" Adrien was desperate at this point. He wanted to get to know her. To know more about her.
"Tomorrow night." Ladybug smiled and walked him to her front door.
"I'll see you then, M'Lady." Adrien took her hand, bowed, and brushed his soft lips against her knuckles.
Ladybug giggled and pushed him up to stand. "Alright, okay. Goodnight, Chaton."
"Goodnight, M'Lady." And with that Adrien left.
Ladybug closed her door and fell against it. She slid down the wooden door and brought her knees to her chest. Tears fell from her eyes as her heart ached. She wanted to be with Adrien more than anything, but she didn't know if he wanted her. And she was scared of being hurt again. Scared of being in a relationship. Scared of what he would think of her.
Song she's stripping to:
No Me Importa by In This Moment