Chapter Ten

Marinette wasn't trying to eavesdrop but Adrien's heated tone was hard to miss. The defensive pitch of his voice made it obvious that Gabriel was not happy about something. Even though his son was a full-grown man, the designer remained adamant about keeping him on a short leash. It was as if he couldn't trust Adrien to look after himself. Then again, she was exposed to a new view of her partner. As Chat Noir he would have needed to evade his father and various staff to slink away to assist Ladybug.

Perhaps he'd been caught previously sneaking in and out. It might have painted Adrien as having a rebellious streak, meaning Gabriel would be even firmer about obedience. And she'd thought it troublesome enough sneaking out to be Ladybug. At least her parents had trusted her to have some independence. Still, she'd left home so she didn't have to explain her sudden absences. As far as she was aware, Adrien still lived at the mansion.

That made her balk. If he still lived at home, why did he have the apartment? Was it an escape or had he truly been plotting to seduce Ladybug for some time? The latter caused a myriad of emotions. It had always been obvious that Chat Noir wanted a romantic relationship with Ladybug but now he knew she was also Marinette, would his opinion change?

Adrien was the type of guy who would go out of his way to do the right thing. Possibly to his own detriment. When she'd told him she was pregnant, it was when they were just Ladybug and Chat Noir. Adding Marinette and Adrien into the equation changed things dramatically. The most blaringly obvious factors were Adrien's fame as a model and that she worked for his father.

A lump formed in Marinette's throat. The aloof fashion designer would assume the worst. Gabriel knew where her career aspirations lay, and for her to be involved with his son as well as unexpectedly pregnant didn't bode well. Already she could imagine the thunderous look on his face when they explained the situation. She shuddered as she envisioned him drawing out his cheque book and asking how much money would be required to make the problem go away.

All her previous concerns about Chat Noir's thrifty lifestyle had been for naught. She was the one who could end up penny-pinching. Gabriel couldn't fire Marinette without just cause but nor would it be too hard to find an angle. Her job was on a part time basis as a material stockist. Basically, she sought out frivolous items such as fancy buttons, beads and faux feathers to accentuate certain designs. The role gave her the opportunity to come and go as she pleased, under the pretence of locating the design material of the moment. It was the ideal job for Ladybug. Yet it wasn't enough to pay the bills alone, hence why she did shifts at her parent's bakery while in her extra time she made things for her own online business. The income of the combined jobs was enough to keep her comfortable.

But no matter how she'd looked at her budget, it was going to be difficult to stay afloat with a baby. Marinette did not want to use Adrien for his money but she had little doubt that he'd hesitate at supporting her financially. Running a hand over her face in agitation, Marinette walked to her dresser and retrieve a pair of underpants along with pyjamas. But before she could drop her towel to put them on, Adrien exited the bathroom with a pained expression on his face.

"I'm sorry about that."

"Is everything okay?"

The model raked a hand through his blonde locks. "Yeah, my father is just being his usual asshole self."

"Dare I ask?"

"He's pissed because I'm not currently under his thumb nor getting my beauty sleep for the next photoshoot. Heaven forbid that I actually have a life."

Marinette considered her words carefully. "Is he aware how often you sneak out to… you know?"

Adrien blinked in confusion, "You mean to see you?"

"I was meaning more like being Chat Noir. You've been doing that a lot longer than meeting up with me."

"Not true," he said with a cocky grin. "While I might be going out as Chat Noir, my incentive generally revolves around seeing you, even if it is only to fight akumas."

Warmth flooded Marinette's cheeks as she looked away from Adrien. Discovering that it was her crush seeking her out all this time as Ladybug was something of a revelation in itself.

The model closed the distance between them to stand directly before her. With her gaze downturned, Marinette was fully aware of the towel looped around Adrien's waist. That he was not wearing anything else. Forcing her eyes up, she met his gaze and was startled by the affection displayed there. His warm palm cupped her cheek.

"Now where were we before my father so rudely interrupted?"

Marinette's heart began to pound as she recalled that she'd just been shy of telling him her true feelings. That she'd danced around it with a play on words. There was no way she could tell Adrien that she loved him at this point. The confession would seem shallow given they'd only just discovered the truth of their identities. It was the same as Chat Noir claiming to love Ladybug, it wasn't truly valid because it was only half of her persona.

Clearing her throat, she answered him. "I believe it was time for bed- I mean sleep!"

Adrien's head cocked to the side as he eyed the clothes she'd laid on the bed. He smiled at her in amusement. "I don't have any pyjamas."

The ability to breathe was momentarily lost as Marinette stared at Adrien. His smouldering intensity made her feel like she was burning, then she realised it was her lungs screaming for oxygen. Inhaling deeply, she managed to reply. "You can sleep naked." It eluded her as to how she managed to say the entire sentence without tripping over her words.

With a single yank, Adrien removed the towel from his waist and tossed it onto the hamper. Marinette knew her mouth was open as she continued to stare at his fine physique. Yes, she'd seen it many times before, and yes, he was chiselled like a Greek God but damn she'd never get enough of the sight.

Wanting to sound like she had some semblance of intelligence she asked, "Do you work out?" The moment the words left her lips she wanted to slap her own face. He was a model, of course he worked out.

"I do," he said as he paused in pulling back the covers. "But being Chat Noir also helps." He raised his arms and flexed his biceps. While in the nude. Very much naked. Dear God, she would be ruined for all other men. And he looked so very pleased with himself, almost as if he could read her damn mind.

Forcing her eyes to leave that magnificent specimen of sexiness, Marinette focussed on her pyjamas and unwrapped the towel from her body. She didn't miss the way Adrien inhaled sharply, yet she continued to pay attention to her clothing and putting it on. Only when she was suitably attired for sleep did she look up.

Adrien slipped into bed, strategically using the sheet to cover the most desirable parts of his body. Oh, who was she kidding, the man was beauty personified. She'd probably perve at his elbow if it were they only thing she could see.

Turning off the light, Marinette settled in beside him. Just as her head sank into the pillow, a strong arm hooked around her waist and she was dragged against Adrien's warm body. "That's better," he purred in contentment as he spooned around her, snuggling his face into her nape. "Sweet dreams, Marinette."

Swallowing hard, she lay her arm over his and intertwined their fingers. "Sweet dreams, Adrien."

Just prior to 5am the urge to pee resurfaced yet again. Marinette was not really awake but her bladder felt as though it might explode since it was stretched so taunt. Tossing back the bedclothes, she was befuddled when she wasn't able to get up. Something was impeding her jaunt to the toilet. Something warm and strong which had her locked against something equally warm and firm.

Sleepiness was blinked away in an instant as she remembered she wasn't in bed alone. "I need to pee!" she snapped more forcefully than she intended.

The strong arm released her as Adrien shook his head and blinked as she switched on the bedside lamp. "What time is it?" he asked with bleary eyes.

Marinette didn't bother to answer, instead she raced to the bathroom. She heard Adrien moving about in her bed and prayed that he couldn't hear her tinkling. How terribly embarrassing.

Once she was done, she returned to her bedroom to find Adrien lying on his back with his arm over his eyes. "Please tell me it's not time to get up yet."

"It's not," she chuckled as she got back under the covers and switched off the lamp.

His feet brushed against hers then pulled away briefly. "You're freezing. Come here."

Before she could utter a word, Adrien had pulled her into his embrace. This time she was facing him directly as he held her and looped a leg over hers. "You're like a furnace," she giggled.

"That's because I'm so hot for you, milady."

They both sniggered at his cheesy line.

"Go back to sleep," she urged with a playful slap to his chest.

A deep rumble of disapproval sounded from Adrien. "You've got to work today. Can't you call in sick?"

"This again?"

"What can I say? I'm selfish when it comes to you." He ground his hips against hers and she realised other things were awake too.

"Are you perpetually horny?"

"It's morning and I'm in bed with you, I think the answer is obvious."

"Chat." She said in warning, then realised she'd called him by his alter ego.

"Adrien," he corrected as his hand slipped from her waist to cup her ass. That hand continued down her thigh, snagging her knee to lift her leg over his. "Say it."

Marinette's mind was temporarily blank as he arched his hips into hers. With a gasp, she called his true name.

"Better," he murmured while feathering kisses along her jaw. As his mouth moved up her chin, his lips brushed hers as he spoke again. "I want to make love to you, Marinette. Slow, passionate, languid love." He paused to kiss her briefly and she whimpered as he pulled away. "But you're overdressed, Marinette."

The way Adrien said her name sent pleasurable chills through her, while the urgent tug at the elastic of her pyjama bottoms had her growing wetter still. She assisted him in shoving the clothing down her legs and wrapped herself around him. Adrien's cock nestled between her legs but didn't touch her core.

Instead, Adrien cradled her face between his large hands and kissed her with a slow burning fervour. Marinette returned the gesture, holding him with just as much tenderness. There was no frantic rush, just a slow exploration of lips. The intensity of his ardour had Marinette panting and her hips rocking towards Adrien in her need to have him inside her.

"I want you," she rasped between kisses.

Adrien's response was on the cusp of a throaty growl, "How badly?"

"Desperately."

At that he pulled away to turn on the beside lamp behind him. As Adrien returned to her, his eyes were eating up her expression. "Tell me. Do you ache for me to fill you up? To drive deep inside your body until you want to burst from the pleasure?"

"Yes," she panted, vividly imagining just that.

"Do you see me, Marinette? All of me. Not just Chat Noir. Do you want Adrien Agreste to make love to you?"

There was a touch of agony in his voice matched by the way he was looking at her. It made her wonder, did Adrien believe that she only wanted him sexually as Chat Noir? If so, she needed to clear up that misconception.

"Yes, Adrien. I want you, ever so much." Catching his hand, she guided his fingers to her pussy. "Feel how wet I am, that's all for you, Adrien. I need you inside me."

"You don't care that I'm not wearing the mask?"

"No," she said with an emphatic shake of her head.

"Or that up until this point we've just been friends? Marinette, please tell me you're not just sticking with me because of the baby."

His insecurity touched something deep within her. To know that Adrien's thoughts echoed her own put her worries at ease. "I've always been attracted to you, Adrien."

"You have?" Disbelieve tainted his voice.

"Yes. I want to make this work."

"So do I, more than anything." And then Adrien was kissing her and Marinette struggled to keep up with him.

Yet she was distracted from the kissing as Adrien's fingers moved between her legs. Stroking and caressing her to open wider. Rocking her hips against his, Marinette urged him inside her. Sighing as he sunk a finger inside her with a slow rhythm.

"Look at me," Adrien whispered.

She did as he asked while he continued to work her body with his hand. "That feels so good."

"That's the idea," he smirked.

"I'm not used to you being so flirting without the mask."

"This is the real me, Marinette. I'm both Adrien Agreste and Chat Noir. I want to make sure you desire both sides of my persona. That you're fully aware of who it is worshipping your body, soul and heart."

"I-I know."

"Do you?" Adrien rolled them so she was on her back while he loomed over her. Those amazing green eyes were locked to her blue ones. Seeking confirmation that she wanted him in return.

"Yes, Adrien." She reached between them to grasp his cock, stroking her thumb over his moist tip. "I know this is you and I want to feel you sink inside of me until you're completely sheathed."

The model's breathing became erratic. "Guide me in."

With that, Marinette tightened her grip on his erection and urged him between her widespread legs. The moment his smooth head touched her wet folds she gasped, rubbing his cock up and down until he slipped into her entrance. Marinette watched as Adrien's nostrils flared and his pupils grew huge. She was fully aware of who it was making love to her. Heck, her heart was threating to jackhammer her ribcage to oblivion.

This was the guy she'd been crushing on since her teens. The one who had been part of her most heated fantasies for years. "I need all of you, Adrien."

He nodded his affirmation and sank into her slowly. His eyes never leaving hers. "There's nothing else like this. No one but you, Marinette."

"You're the only one for me too."

At that he smiled while fully seated within her. "That means the world to me, milady." And she swore he teared up. Marinette was supposed to be the emotional hormonal mess, not Adrien.

She cupped his face between her hands and kissed him, languidly like he'd wanted. Only when Marinette hooked her lower legs around his did he start to thrust in long slow bursts. Her body craved speed, yet at the same time the delicious slowness was stoking a building orgasm that threated to singe her very soul. Needing air, she broke away from his mouth and nuzzled into his shoulder as he continued to pump in and out of her.

One of his hands moved underneath her shirt, encircling her breast as he toyed with her peak. His mouth settled over the other side, sucking her nipple through the fabric, driving her crazy. When he lifted his head to look her in the eye, there was a tremor to his voice as he spoke. "I want to pretend that this is the time I got you pregnant. That we both meant for this to happen. No mistakes, just you and me and this…feeling."

The concept had Marinette's back arching off the mattress as she climaxed. The walls of her pussy greedily milking Adrien's cock for every drop of semen he could give. She screamed out his name as he continued to pound into her with swifter strokes, and he cried out her name with equal reverence as he spent himself inside her.

Together they lay in a sweaty entangled mess of arms and legs, panting heavily. Adrien rolled to his side so Marinette wasn't squashed but remained inside her even as his cock began to soften.

"You're right," he uttered as he tried to catch his breath.

"About what?"

"Me in your bed is not conducive to sleeping."

At that Marinette laughed, yet both managed to go back to sleep until her alarm went off.

Despite the fantastic sex, Marinette was in a tizz. Gabriel knew something was going on between her and Adrien. Chances were, he'd grill her at work today.

"He can't ask you."

Marinette shook her head at Adrien. "But he will."

"From a Human Resources point of view, he can't ask you about our relationship. It's personal and you're not obligated to answer."

"But by avoiding answering him, doesn't that just confirm his suspicions?"

Adrien shrugged. "Possibly. But he knows we're friends."

"Yeah but up until now we haven't spent a lot of time together lately."

"We're reconnecting." The model suggested.

Plagg sniggered. "Yeah, by rutting liking animals in heat."

Tikki slapped the cheese wedge from his paws. "Not helping."

"What? It's the truth."

Marinette suspected her face was as crimson as Adrien's.

Tikki interjected. "It's not something they really want to discuss with Adrien's father." The red kwami turned to the pair. "However, you will need to disclose your relationship at some point. Probably sooner rather than later."

Pressing a hand to her belly, Marinette knew full well that they had a narrow timeframe. Which had been blatantly clear this morning after she barfed up her first attempt at breakfast.

Adrien caught her free hand and laced his finger through hers. "I'm fine with telling him, I'd just prefer to do it when he's not pissed off. How about I organise for us to have dinner with him, although knowing his schedule it might not be for a couple of weeks."

"Okay," Marinette said with a nod. "That's probably a good way to handle it. If he doesn't grill me today."

"He won't. Remember, the man rarely leaves home."

"But he knows how to Skype and email."

"I have a photoshoot tomorrow, so he'll be busy today devouring the souls of innocent interns who supposedly screwed up."

"You're making me re-evaluate my career choice."

"Look at it this way, you're carry the heir to the Agreste fashion empire. Take notes and we can change things when Father retires."

"Yeah, no, you're still not selling me on this."

Adrien wiggled his eyebrows. "But you've also snagged one of the most highly sought after bachelor's in Paris."

Marinette's tone turned dry. "By getting pregnant."

"A minor detail," Plagg said with a wave of dismissal.

"A detail that doesn't matter to me," Adrien stated with a pointed look at his kwami. "Regardless as to how we got here, I have no regrets."

"While I appreciate that, it's your father I'm concerned with right now."

"It'll be fine. As I said, he's got other people to fry."

Plagg coughed, "I believe the saying is: bigger fish to fry."

Tikki shook her head. "Let's just focus on what's important. Supporting Marinette."

"I need a coffee." Marinette uttered as she dropped her head into her hands.

"I can get you a decaf." Adrien offered.

"Meh, it's not the same."

"Hot chocolate?"

"Still not coffee."

"You can eat the marshmallows off my abs." Adrien suggested with a smirk.

"Avoiding work is not the answer."

"I could lay on your desk at work while you do it." He teased.

"How is that not breaking a HR policy?"

"I'll claim to be your muse and you think best while licking me."

Marinette stared at him, wondering whether to laugh, glower or take him up on the offer.

Tikki shook her head. "Just go to work, Marinette. I'm sure things will work out regardless of what happens."

Plagg sniggered. "Says the kwami who forgot to remind her holder why she should always have safe sex with her miraculous partner."

"Not helping, Plagg!"

Sorry for the long gap between updates. Everyday life has been rather busy. I've already started writing the next chapter and will hopefully have it up next week.

As always, thanks for reading and sticking around! Let me know, in the review box below, how you think Marinette's day at work will go ;)