I do not own Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir

Midnight Visits

By Alimackatjac

Chapter 7 unsuspected task


.

Adrien /Chat's POV

.

"Not a problem Mr. Agreste, It shouldn't take me too long." A sweet familiar voice catches my attention.

Wait, that voice! …..My stunned, vivid green eyes suddenly flip wide open, over my extended gaping mouth. Abruptly dropping my head in absolute horror, as the blood flushes from my shocked face. My panicked eyes catch sight of my inside-out pants, ready to be altered. When my sudden precarious situation rapidly dawns on me….

Oh, damn, not this, anyone but …..Her.

"A… Adrien!?" The familiar voice shouts out. My alarmed, pale white face snaps up to, seeing a stunned bluenette, standing before me. She left her adorable middle school pigtails in the past, for perfectly straight rather lengthy hair, with the sides pulled back in a decorative silver hairclip.

"Ah, hey," I awkwardly lift my hand to uneasily wiggle my fingers, all the while nervously swallowing. "Uh, Marinette." Giving out a stunned smile, while I uncomfortably stand on the platform above her.

My father stops in between the two of us, as he adjusts his glasses. "Oh, I'm sorry, did I forget to tell you, the male model in question happens to me my very own, son? No? Oh, I'm sure I had said something earlier. " My stunned head snaps to my father's cool demeanor.

The somewhat surprised bluenette shakes her head.

A devious smile curls at his lips as he motions in my direction. "How rather interesting, it seems by my son's rather dumbfounded expression you two seem to know each other. Ms. Dupain-Cheng, this won't be a problem for you, will it?"

Marinette slowly nods with large blue eyes towards my father. "Ah, yes sir, we do know each other." My father gives her a disapproving look with her nod, but she soon realizes and shakes her head. "Um, I mean, I'm sorry. No, it won't be a problem sir."

"Very good, Ms. Dupain-Cheng. A true showing of professional's behavior, just as I would expect from one of my carefully chosen interns." My father turns in my direction with a raised expectant eyebrow. "Adrien, you're a professional as well, do you have a problem?"

Unable to think clearly I shake my head. "Ah, no father, there's no problem."

Adjusting his glasses before turning back to stand next to Natalie. "Very well, please continue." Waving a dismissive hand towards the two of us, while turning his attention to Natalie's tablet.

Glancing back towards Marinette my stunned, green eyes get caught by her deep bluebells as words just fall from my lips, mindlessly mumbling to myself. "So this was the opportunity, she was so excited about….I should have known."

She glances up, giving me a confused look. "I'm s….sorry, I didn't quite catch that?"

My eyes suddenly grow with the realization of my slip as I began to frantically sputter out my panicked words. "Oh, um I mean, so…so… Marinette, your my father's new ….indentured servant …oh, I mean lonely intern…I mean lovely intern?"

"Yes, t…today is my f…first day." She turns away nodding. My eyes catch just a glimpse of pink on her cheeks, causing me to tilt my head in curiosity, attempting to get a better look at her face.

"Wow Marinette," My green eyes flash with a little too much excitement at the sight of her hidden blush. "I mean congratulations, that's epic." Reaching up to nervously rub the back of my neck.

Marinette, nervously glances over to my father and Natalie before lowering her voice. "So, Ad… Adrien, it's been a long time, it's nice to see you."

"Yeah you too, I haven't seen you since?" I awkwardly trail off, "The end of middle school, wasn't it ? You look …..um, nice." Just as the night before, I clumsily stumble over my words. Of course "gorgeous" or "beautiful seemed a bit stalkerish, for are so called, first meeting. Although, the rather plain word, "nice" didn't exactly fit either. "Nice" was something you would say about the weather or maybe a pair of shoes, but a full grown woman? Before I could inwardly slap myself, My words caused a sharp pain to slowly emerge in my chest, as I remember peeking in the back window, to a tearful Marinette hidden, by the tree as the car drove away.

.

"Well, uh thanks, so do you …." She awkwardly motions to my pants with blushed cheeks. Causing my face to fall immediately. "Well, we should really get started."

Damn it! I've been so distracted about seeing her I have completely forgotten why I'm standing here. Just thinking of Marinette even …. Oh damn! I can't even complete the horrifying thought .There's no way I can request another tailor or intern. Knowing my icy father, he would just end her assignment. No, I'll just force a smile on my face and attempt to be professional. I nervously swallow.

.

… I'm sure it won't be that bad.

. "Oh yeah, sure go ahead. "I could only manage an uneasy smile.

She pulls back her shoulders with a determined nod to her head. "Um, okay thanks, let's get started."

She thoughtfully raises a hand, cradling her chin between her thumb and finger, lowering her head to slowly travel over my bottom half. However my heart begins to beat uncontrollably, sending massive amounts of blood to my face as I watch her resolve crumble in an instant with her cheeks blazing red. ."So…uh ….Ad….Adreian which do you prefer, when you're wearing slacks …..Boxers or briefs," Turning her head to clear her throat, avoiding my eyes. "….or do you prefer something like …commando?"

My stunned eyes couldn't help but openly stare at her lips, finding the normally fangirling question a bit alluring coming from her sweet stuttering lips. "What!?" Shaking my head clear. "Oh, um boxers."

Her eyes light up with excitement. "Okay, good to know!"

"What?" My head snaps down, surprised at her little fangirling moment.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I mean it's good to know for the fit of the pants." She anxiously tosses her hands towards my lower half with blushed cheeks.

Causing yet another uneasy feeling as a beautiful woman franticly waves her hands at my midsection, while sputtering out apologies. Not an easy thing for any male ego to swallow. I manage to take in a shaky breath, before looking away to calmly speak. "Yes of course, not a problem." All the while having an overwhelming feeling my gentlemanly behavior would be stretched to its absolute extremes today.

.

Marinette glances up with wide innocent eyes, surrounded with a light dusting of pink. "So um, Adreian, could you s….spread you're legs, apart about a foot in half? …..So …so … I could um fit between them."

I practically fell off the pedestal, as my head snapped down at her in disbelief. My round eyes quickly glanced over to see both my father and Natalie deep in conversation, pointing at the tablet. I know I shouldn't be acting like this. It's not like I haven't had both men and women alter my clothing before …but this being Marinette it wasn't the same by any means. Nervously swallowing my desert dry throat as I attempted to force the rasping words from my lips. "You want to fit…. between my legs?"

.

The sweet bluenette shyly nods, avoiding my eyes. The sight causes my head to almost explode. It feels like a long awkward moment before I'm able to take a breath, let alone, utter five words. Also finding it difficult to look at the anxious bluenette as I mutter out tonight's coined response. "Ah sure, not a problem." Looking down at my feet as I mentally force them to slide apart.

She quickly reaches in her pocket, pulling out something all too familiar, in front of my horror struck eyes, causing me to inwardly curse at my overly abundant misfortune. "Okay, Adreian, I'm j…j….just going to uh, take this white tailor's pencil," She nervously bites her bottom lip, before timidly continuing with her cheeks blushing almost to her ears. "And uh, follow your inseam…rather close ….okay?"

.

Without even waiting for my reply, Marinette kneels down, leaning her elbows on the platform, to snuggly fit between my legs. Causing my head to snap to the ceiling, not even daring another glance. I begin to feel a light touch slowly travel up my leg. Being sure to keep my mind occupied I begin to inwardly recite my favorite poem in Mandarin Chinese. So no unforeseen "surprises" embarrassingly pop up.

.

Although, I soon breathe a sigh of relief as she moves to the other leg, meaning were almost done. Feeling the experience wasn't entirely awful. Sure it was a bit embarrassing, but at least she didn't bother asking "the question".

"Um, Adrien?" A demure voice calls my attention from around my feet.

Hearing my name, my head instinctively drops in the direction it's being called. Forgetting why my head was pointed "purposely" at the ceiling. Seeing a blushing Marinette stare up at me, with her big blue innocent eyes, from …between my legs. I Attempt to answer with a cracking voice. "Uh, yes Marinette?"

"She nervously bites her lip once more, before asking with apprehension. "A… Adrien, I really hate to ask this." She awkwardly trails off.

Lost in the situation my words just fall from my mouth. "Uh, it's okay just let it out all at once…like a Band-Aid."

"Well, um okay, if you say so?" She takes a deep breath before suddenly letting it rip. "A…A…Adreian, uh, do you dress on the right or the left side?!" My mouth falls open to the overly boisterous words of such a privately held question.

My stunned green eyes dart in her red faced direction. Not being able to breathe, I can only utter two forced, somewhat coherent words with my remaining breath. "Uh, pardon?" Wondering why the hell my flabbergasted brain didn't just sputter out the needed one word response.

Her cheeks flash bright red as she awkwardly explains, dropping her head to stare at her fidgeting hands. "Cause, I…I… need to leave a little more room on one side of your pants for….your…um.. "I was about to answer the best I could when a chilly male tone strikes the room.

"Honestly Adreian, you know this, it's when your little friend lays on one side or the other." my eyes suddenly flash towards my father, who is wiggling his pinky in the air. Causing me to think about crawling out of the room and dying somewhere from absolute mortification by a parent.

Completely mortified, I wildly throw out my hands, "Stop father! I know, I know what it means!" Unthinkingly bursting at him for his embarrassing remark. All the while feeling insulted with blazing cheeks. "Little friend, really father?!"

He coolly adjusts his glasses. "Well, Adrien how would I know, it's been a rather long time since you were in diapers, I'm sure it's grown…. Some, since then." He carelessly shrugs his shoulders.

"Some?" My eyes blinked in disbelief at my father.

"Well then, answer Ms. Dupain-Cheng, so she won't make a mistake." He coldly waves to my outrage, turning back to Natalie.

Letting out a defeated sigh, not daring to look at my Princess's reaction to such a humiliating conversation. I just raise my blushing head and attempt to calmly speak to her. "Ah, sorry Marinette. Yes, I'm aware of what the extra room is for, I dress on the left side." With my embarrassing words my mind inwardly curses…Damn, sometimes I really hate my father.

"Uh thanks …So Adrien what are you reading at the moment?" A sweet anxious voice comes from below.

Realizing she is trying to distract me I playfully answer truthfully with a bit of chuckle. "Oh, I'm reading Strategic Global Management."

"Wow, so some lite summer reading?" Hearing her reply as she traces my upper thigh.

"Yeah, it's a real page tuner." My voice climbs higher when I feel her get rather close.

"Well, don't spoil it for me, I may have to go by the bookstore and pick it up."

"Oh, don't worry, I'll lend you my copy." I playfully chuckle at her response.

"Alright….Ad….Adrien, thanks….I'm almost done." The next thing I know I begin to slowly feel the pencil trace up the remainder of my leg. Silently wincing when the feeling arrives closely to the apex of my legs. Taking in a sudden, sharp breath, when I feel Marinette brush my upper, inner thigh with her forearm. Causing an all too familiar sensation run up my spine. Although it isn't a few seconds later she quickly rises to her feet, signaling to me she's finally done. I let out a long relieved breath for being finished, before the familiar feeling had even a small chance to strengthen, allowing my tense shoulders to drop.

.

I had no idea how Marinette felt, but I felt like I had just finished running a marathon, just after jumping in a tank full of sharks. In other words, I was …..exhausted. Although even after the mortifying ordeal I was a bit depressed, knowing my father, Marinette would be staying late to finish the pants. Which means no Princess time with "Chat"….However, that doesn't mean I couldn't create some "Adrien and Marinette" time.

My mind begins to pander the rather alluring idea. I could innocently offer to bring in some dinner, to share with an old classmate? That wouldn't be too forward. Heck, because of the late hour, it would be expected by most people. A smile begins to curl at my lips, as a plan slowly emerges.

My father coolly saunters over. "So, all done?"

The bluenette nods her head, standing next to me. "Uh, yes sir."

"Well done, Ms. Dupain-Cheng. Now Adrien, please remove your pants and hand them to Ms. Dupain-Cheng." Again my father causes my smile to fall unsuspectedly.

"Ah, right here?" I nervously ask my father as I frantically try to recall what pair of boxers I sleepily threaded my legs through, after my shower, this morning.

My father impatiently taps his foot. "Now, hurry up. I don't see the problem Adrien …unless you're doing what Ms. Dupain-Cheng previously suggested? You haven't decided to go…."commando" in this season's premier outfit?" My father asks out in a frigidly offended tone.

Shaking my head with some irritation. "Uh, no father didn't you hear like the rest of the room? I'm entirely sure Natalie heard me." Speaking in a sarcastic tone.

My father looks over to his assistant with a raised eyebrow. "Natalie?"

"Boxers sir." She glances from her screen, bluntly speaking.

"Thank you Natalie."

"Not a problem sir." Nodding her head before going back to her tablet.

"There you go Adrien, I don't see what the problem is? Unless?" He slowly leans in close to me, adjusting his glasses, softly speaking, but still manages to say it loud enough for Marinette to clearly hear. "Unless you have a little issue at the moment your hiding?" My green eyes grow enormous as I watch my no nonsense father uncurl a single finger in the air. Unable to speak I just slap my lips together to shake my stunned head. My father wasn't wrong, normally behind the scenes, during a show there isn't time to run to a changing room. Models both male and female will toss on the next outfit without even batting an eye. So before a show I make sure of what I'm wearing underneath. However as I said before, with Marinette here, it's just different.

.

"Adrien you're wasting my time, just drop your pants and hand them to Ms. Dupain-Cheng." Firmly demanding the removal of his garment.

"Uh, yes sir." Closing my eyes, speaking in a defeated tone, as I remember what boxers I decided to wear this morning. My hands begin to pull down my zipper, allowing the slacks to pool around my socked feet. With a deep breath I pull my shirt over my boxers, lean down to pick up the pants, holding out the poorly folded garment.

"Ms. Dupain-Cheng, before you begin on altering the item in question I need you to take my son's measurements. Is there a problem?"

"N…no sir." Reaching in her pocket to pull out a long pink measuring tape to lace over her neck.

"Good, carry on." Walking back over to Natalie without another thought, not bothering to think of the mental, emotional stress he's causing his only son.

Marinette steps up on the platform and pulls the measuring tape from around her neck. With barely enough room she squeezes close to my chest, looping the tape around my neck. Her round bluebell eyes glance up to mine, before instantly dropping to the measuring tape. Glancing down I watch as Marinette attempts to pay close attention to her assigned task when I notice her begin to sway and fall backwards. Without even thinking, I quickly throw out my hands, catching her body from her sudden fall. Her stunned eyes lock into mine, while my lips curl into a genuine smile. I suddenly notice how intimately I'm holding her, causing me to advert my eyes from our shared gaze. I see the blushing bluenette hidden smile as she scribbles down my neck measurements on a piece of folded scrap paper.

.

Both of my hands support her back in an awkward hug like embrace. With a deep breath she quickly laces the tape around my chest making sure the tape is just over my nipples, as her fingers brush against one. The accidental touch causes me to take in a sharp heated breath. My head nervously snaps away from our shared closeness when I hear Natalie begin to whisper to my father.

My father's icy blue eyes glance over in my direction, causing me to lift my head. With the sight of my father intently staring at my backside, I begin to silently pray he doesn't notice or at least takes pity on me. Since he managed to already humiliate me several times, today alone. However, as soon as I heard him clear his throat, I knew I wouldn't be that lucky.

"Kitten it done? Really, son I thought when I ordered Natalie to no longer purchase your clothes you would be mature enough to make better choices."

With my hands still wrapped around Marinette, my head falls in embarrassment, while my words come out in a defeated tone. "Sorry father, I didn't think I would be without my pants today."

"Well, that much is obvious." He speaks in an offended manner.

Marinette reaches up to give me a comforting pat on my shoulder. With her light touch my eyes peek out to catch a reassuring smile form on her lips. Just before she jumps to the floor to lace the measuring tape low on my hips.

My father speaks in a matter fact manner. "Oh, Ms. Dupain-Cheng, please pay close attention to my son's inseam it tends to," My father raises and eyebrow "Sag a bit."

"Father! Really?" I hiss out at the man who seems to have no concept of the words "embarrassment", "private"….or for that matter, "too much information".

I can see Marinette struggle to remain professional with her eyes closed ,biting her bottom lip while forcing down her inflamed cheeks, attempting to act normal in front of my father . "Yes sir, uh well, that's simple enough to fix, I'll just have to measure," She swallowing nervously, "closer."

Looking at no one particular my green eyes grow wide with Marinette's nervous suggestion.

"That's just what I was thinking, very well, proceed Ms. Dupain-Cheng." My father dismissively waves his hand to continue. Turning to me, ignoring my pleading blood drained face with an evil smirk on his lips. If I didn't know better, I could swear my father wanted his only son to die from embarrassment.

"Ah, Ad…Adrien could you?"

Hearing the sweet bluenette call my attention I desperately try to regain my composure. "Yes, Marinette?" I soon notice her say nothing, but motion out wide with her arms.

"Ah yeah, sure, not a problem." I nervously nod my ever sweating head, before widening my legs even further. Like I said, I really shouldn't have a problem, but its sweet innocent Marinette getting up close and personal in my pants-less general lower region. A lower region, I might add, that unfortunately can sometimes have a "mind" all its own.

"Thanks," Nodding her head "So, uh, Ad…Adrien, its best if you don't move a lot," She nervously gestures to my midsection, once again. "I'll try not to uh touch ….anything." She awkwardly looks away with adorable bright red cheeks causing me to say nothing, but dumbly nod my head. That is until I begin to feel her fingers slowly travel up my inner leg. I uncomfortably snap my head to the ceiling, all the while reciting the English alphabet, backwards, as I feel her hands hesitantly move higher.

.

Then the absolute worse thing happens, when I suddenly feel her brush against "It" causing me to bite down on my lip, squeeze my eyes shut and inwardly recite France's last ten presidents and their spouses. Until I hear a sweet voice speak. "Ah ok, Mr. Agreste, all done." Her words caused me to blow out a relieved sigh, dropping my head to see Marinette crawling out from between my legs, calling for my father's attention …At least it's over, my father couldn't ask for anything more, he pretty much ran us both through any possible embarrassing task. With the single reassuring thought all of my tightened muscles relaxed….we're done.

.

My father saunters over with Natalie following his lead. Lifting his hand to his chin as his cold eyes slowly linger over my exhausted half stripped body. I had no Idea what he was looking for, but an almost wicked smile slithered on his lips, causing a shiver to run up my spine.

I begin to suspiciously watch my father coolly turn his head to an emotionally exhausted bluenette. "Very good …Oh, Ms. Dupain-Cheng, you did remember to measure my son twice, correct?"

Marinette's stunned mouth drops, before nervously questioning with an increasingly growing blush on her cheeks. "Twice, sir?"

He raises an expectant eyebrow speaking in an especially chilly tone. "Well yes, as the old adage goes measure twice, cut once."

Glancing over I could see Marinette is in the same shape as myself, barely holding it together professionally with my father's request. Decideing we've both had enough of my father's embarrassing torment I begin to clear my throat. "Father, may we just have a moment, it's been a while since I've seen Marinette, and I promise we'll get our work done quickly."

My father studies my expression, before giving me a sharp nod and begins to walk away. "Come Natalie, I believe my son needs a moment to recover from his dramatic experience with Ms. Dupain-Cheng." I can't help but shake my head as I feel the last of my father's embarrassing remarks rip into me.

"Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I will see you tomorrow." My father speaks as he and Natalie walk towards the door.

"Ah, yes sir." She nods to him looking a bit relieved.

"Oh and Adrien," Turning just before the door. "I will leave you in Ms. Dupain-Cheng's capable hands." He once more reveals a wickedly devious smile towards me. "Please don't leave until you've had a chance to try on the altered pants."

And there it was….. I knew my father couldn't possibly accept my simple request."Father, can I at least-"Motioning to my bare legs and my rather embarrassing choice of boxers.

"Adrien, do not leave this room, until she is done, understand? It's too important for my upcoming show. "

I drop my head and hands in defeat. "Yes, father."

My green eyes peek over to my father, while Natalie leans over and whispers into his ear. "Oh yes, that's a good point. Please have Adrien's nutritionist order dinner for the two of them. I think it's going to be a rather late night for the two." Both Marinette and I watch the business like elders saunter out of the room.

With my father's words, my lips grow wide in an excited smile. Being trapped in a room with my Princess, eating a somewhat tolerable meal didn't sound entirely awful to me. In fact, it sounded almost purrrrr-fect. With only one tiny oversight of me being pants-less, wearing a pair of boxers with the words "Kitten it done" sprawled across my butt in bright green lettering the evening sounded Ideal. Hell, just add some candlelight and you have a romantic evening. I sarcastically think to myself.

She looks up to rest a hand on my shoulder. "Ad….Adrien, I'll try to be quick …..Sorry, about this." Giving me a remorseful look as she bites her lip.

"No, I'm sorry," I toss a hand to my head, anxiously running my fingers through my golden hair. "Wow, what a first day you've had." I nervously chuckle.

"Yeah, it's one I'll probably never forget …..But its fine, I guess it's just all part of the job." She nervously shrugs her shoulders, before beginning to re-measure my neck.

I nod my head in agreement, but slide my eyes away from woman about to take my measurement, for the second time. Yeah, I certainly won't forget it, anytime soon…. I inwardly think.

My curious green eyes fall to the closed door my father just left from with a single thought replaying in my head. What the hell are you up to, father?

End of Adrien POV

.


meanwhile ...

With the ever present devious smile lengthening on his lips, fashion designer Gabriel Agreste walks back to his office, leaving his son and intern alone. "Well Natalie, I would say the first meeting was rather interesting ….yes, very interesting, indeed."

End chapter


I really hope you liked it .I've been kind of sick but managed to work on it this weekend.

Please Follow/Review/Favorite/Share

Thanks for taking a peek ;)

Alimackatjac