"K" Adrien said as he stood up. He walked over to her actual elevated bed, going up the stairs. Marinette sat there, wondering if what she was thinking really happened. It couldn't have, could it? She was naked, so it probably did happen. Oh god. She's naked! She's naked in front of Adrien! Adrien saw her naked! She freaked out tensing up.
Adrien came back down from the stairs with a forced smile on his face. He wrapped the blanket around her, allowing her face to be the only thing showing. He didn't know what to do, it was easier earlier when he was hyped up. But now, he was tired, he was exhausted, he didn't know what to say to her, and he didn't know when it was okay to leave. And he really wanted to leave. He wanted out of there, badly. Everything about the situation to him felt, grody.
"T-Thanks." Marinette said as she blushed burying her head into the blanket. She didn't know how to feel. She finally got what she wanted for the past year. She didn't even know how she worked up the courage to let this happen. Yes she did, it was that smell. Whatever Adrien had on him was very alluring. She smelled the air softly to gauge if it was still there. It was, but much less than before. But still enough to make her feel, something.
"You should probably take a shower. I bet we both stink." The sudden words caught her off guard, separating her from her thoughts. She couldn't tell that he was trying to leave. The way he spoke sounded sincere, especially with a smile. How could she tell what he was thinking, that he was freaking out. He was too good of an actor.
"Yeah, I probably should." He stretched himself, not making a sound. When he finished he let out a small breath that Marinette grasped at. And she couldn't help but get flustered again as a thought entered her mind. "Does this mean that we're dating now?" She asked rather fast throwing the question into his mind like a rock from a sling. Were they?
"Uh, I think so?" Adrien said with a shrug. Marinette was about to show her happiness and gratitude, but she was cut off. "I got to go. I might be late if I don't leave now." He lied.
He awkwardly leaned over to kiss her forehead before he left. He didn't say anything else before he left. He just, left, like he was being rushed out of there. She didn't think much of it as she was still processing the fact that she was now dating the guy of her dreams. No more worrying about simply breathing wrong around him. No more needing to go on crazy schemes with Alya. Alya! I should call her, she thought.
She got up and walked over to her bag where her phone was. Her blanket still draped around her. Beaming with joy she didn't waste any time going through her bag. She grabbed her phone and was slightly surprised when she saw that her phone was already open to Alya's contact. Had she opened it during the date? She didn't dwell on that when she immediately pressed the call button.
No answer. That was weird. Alya knew Marinette was out on a date, she expected her to be sitting next to the phone with anticipation. Oh well. No need to worry about that! She thought as she discarded the blanket and headed towards the bathroom. She only had two thoughts in her head that made her giddy. The first being that she was now dating her model crush. The second being that Adrien had slept with her, meaning that Adrien wasn't Chat in the slightest. He couldn't be.
She felt happy, not questioning anything.
Adrien was the opposite. Questions were all he had. And he was running out of questions. All of them he knew, he just had to ask them again.
I don't like Marinette, do I? No, of course not. I don't think of Marinette like that, I've never thought of her like that. Then what was everything that just happened?
He expected to feel something when he asked himself that question. Like something inside of him had changed, or he'd come to a realization of some sort. That didn't happen to him. Instead, he noticed he didn't have much of a long walk before he got home, he could already see the top of his mansion. He already knew what just happened.
It was lust. That was it. A loss of control all because I'm Chat Noir. But that was different. As Chat Noir I have as much control as I want. And I probably would have made the same mistake as Chat. That was a good word for this, a mistake.
He mulled it over in his head, building a few questions that he would ask his Kwami.
He made it into his house. Slipped by Nathilie without being noticed. And all the way to his room. Although, it would be kind of hard to be spotted in a house this big that only has around eight people in it at a time.
By this point he was irritated with his situation. The fact that he made so many mistakes. In the very recent hours. He checked, and it was only about an hour that he was asleep at Marinette's.
He threw his bag onto his bed and proceeded to fall forward, suffocating his face with his sheets. Plagg flew out of his bag enthusiastically with a yawn. Without looking he could tell Plagg went for the cheese under the bed. It was almost a routine at this point. The small price to pay for being the great Chat Noir was a small flying cat that never stops eating cheese.
He relaxed for a while, listening to the small creature eating his food in an unnaturally loud manner. When he was calmed, he felt the need to say something. He had plenty of questions, but most of them he didn't know how to ask with words.
"So," Adrien began. His Kwami, with a mouth full of cheese, made a small grunt acknowledging him. "how long is this supposed to last?" It seemed like a good question to ask.
"I don't know." He responded, not giving it much thought.
"What do you mean you don't know? I really don't want to go through the next year feeling like this."
"Do you think that this happens often enough for me to know this? There were only four others that had this happen." Plagg stated.
Adrien knew that tone of voice, it was the voice of someone who was about to give a spiel about something. He had heard it all too well from both his father and Nathilie. Although his father would talk about how important his modeling is, and Nathilie would just talk about how important his strict diet is.
"The first one was a shock to me, in that time most people didn't have actual clothes and it was okay to walk around naked. It was a fright fest. I think it even ended a rivalry between groups due to women actually wanting the guy." Adrien didn't want to hear all this and let out a groan. "The second time it happened, it was much more odd. Back then, Chat had this clay mask thing that he insisted on wearing. People called him a god back then, but I guess I am technically a god so that makes sense." Plagg took another bite of cheese. "Thing is, with the first guy, it took about two months to stop going through the puberty. And with the second guy, it only lasted a few weeks. But the girl was the weirdest."
"There was a girl Chat?" Adrien said raising his head from his mattress.
"Yeah, but she was a bit off about it. She had it for like, a month but she abused it. She was charging so much money for everyone that approached her. They didn't refuse, they poured everything that was in their wallets out for that girl. Now the fourth guy was a bit smart about it. He had it for a week, but he didn't do anything."
"How did he manage that?" He said asked, now sitting up.
"Simple, he was a terrible flirt. He had nothing to his name. He was kinda royally screwed no matter what."
"Oh."
"Don't worry kid, you've got plenty to your name." Plagg said jokingly, knowing that Adrien didn't want anything to happen.
"That's the problem!" He said laying back down on his back. Falling backwards with a resounding thud and spring from the cushions underneath him. "I'm worried about making another mistake like before... it was a mistake, right?" He knew it was, he didn't need his reasoning backed up, he just wanted to know what his Kwami thought.
"It wasn't a mistake." Plagg said nonchalantly, surprising Adrien. He was about to question when his thoughts were interrupted. "She smelled like bread and cookies, a friend of mine really likes those." This statement raised more questions than earlier.
I should probably say that this is meant to be a crack fic
Nothing is meant to be taken as seriously as an actual fanfic
Sorry for the late chapter, i've been busy with reading kevedd and ferbella
and high school musical
I really want to write a ferbella story alongside this one
please review if you think I should write a ferbella story
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