"Where'd that pencil go…" Marinette muttered, looking warily around her for the lost item. Pencils and pens were scattered haphazardly around her person, most finding home on her lap, a finger's length away from her sketchpad. All, except the one she wanted.
Adrien immediately snapped to attention at her voice, the newspaper he had been reading forgotten.
His eyes zeroed in on her surrounding area, hawkishly scanning over her to…find the pencil, obviously.
And find it he did.
Between her legs.
He quickly averted his eyes, not wanting to be caught staring at her. Or at least, not staring up her skirt.
Of all places, he mentally cursed himself. How did he tell her?
'It's caught in your crotch?'
'In the sides of your skirt?'
Those both sounded awful…
Grimacing, Adrien hesitantly cleared his throat, willing the blush on his cheeks to go fuck itself elsewhere.
"Uh…I think it slid from your lap to uh…" Adrien made vague swatting motions with his hands. "Down," he finally said, meeting Marinette's perplexed look.
Marinette's gaze moved from Adrien's face to her lap, where she stared for a moment, before noticing the tip of her pencil peeking out from the edge of her skirt.
"Oh!" She exclaimed, immediately seizing the pencil. "Thank you Mr. Agreste."
"Just Adrien." Adrien coughed into his collar.
She made a bemused noise before looking up from her sketch to fix her eyes on Adrien. "Just…Adrien?" she questioned, raising an eyebrow. "Well, aren't we making progress," she hummed in a sweet voice, waggling her eyebrows at him.
Adrien made a bit of a choking noise, really wishing that she would stop making faces like that at him.
Adrien swallowed heavily, berating himself for getting so worked up over a fucking pencil, or rather, the positioning of the pencil, his subconscious reminded him.
Fucking perfect, Adrien chided himself. It's not even eight o'clock in the morning, you're halfway to a boner, and you're not even friends with her.
Another frustrated groan escaped his lips as he moved the newspaper he had been reading to a more…proper…position, desperately looking for something to ground him in the surrounding cloudscape that did not remind him of Marinette.
And he was finding it excruciatingly difficult.
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Why the fuck did she have to have such a nice ass?
And why was it always right there when he looked up?
Adrien was beginning to think that Marinette had a chronic issue with dropping her pencils on the floor, for it seemed that at least once every five minutes she was on her hands and knees, ass in the air, groping around on the floor for one of them.
And of course, he always stared. (He wasn't alone, he noted with a quick glance around the cabin.)
Not everyone had front row seats, however, like Adrien.
And it was for that reason that Adrien found it immensely distracting whenever she went on one of her little endeavors, pencil skirt riding precariously up her thighs to show just enough pale skin -
"Ahem," someone cleared their throat rather obviously. Someone very close to Adrien. His head whipped around 180 degrees to the flight attendant standing next to him in the aisle, one of her eyebrows raised.
Adrien instantly blushed.
It was her, the one he had a sneaking suspicious was up to something besides getting him drinks and blankets. And damn, did she know that she had caught him oogling Marinette's ass.
Adrien gave a sheepish smile, mind racing to find any way to deny what had obviously been going on for the past half-hour.
"Enjoying the view?" she muttered under her breath, just loud enough for him to hear. She poured Adrien another cup of coffee, not bothering to ask if he wanted any; that's not why she was there.
"Yes," Adrien said with a cough. He glanced to the window, where some green hills were just becoming visible through the clouds. "The countryside here is very beautiful."
"Very large hills," the flight attendant agreed, with a wink, already walking away. "Enjoy the view, Sir."
Adrien's blush deepened as he contemplated the meaning of the flight attendant's innuendo.
Hesitantly he stole another glance towards Marinette, who at that moment found her lost pencil, beaming.
"Got it!" She said with a radiant smile.
Adrien gave her a withered thumbs-up before disappearing behind his newspaper once again, drowning in his own blush.
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Author's Note: I, uh…low-key forgot I mentioned Alya in the first chapter (as the flight attendant), so naturally, I had to put some more Alya sass in here. Nino will come later…
And yes, I KNOW that they're on a first name basis, but that doesn't mean they're chums quite yet. Marinette's teasing Adrien a bit when she calls him "Mr. Agreste," and apparently Adrien can't handle that… Let me know if you guys have ideas for what you want to go on once they land in Paris~
