*****************WARNING: EXPLICIT SCENE AHEAD***************************

If Adrien had learned anything during the past few years, it was that there was a limited amount of time they could hide anything from Alya Césaire.

The fact that Sabine and Tom had seen right through them within minutes of the ring being on Marinette's finger had been unsettling enough on its own.

But now, having Alya basically spamming Marinette's phone at every hour begging for updates on the official state of their relationship was an entire new level of harassment.

Marinette had let it slip to her best friend that they had extraordinary gone to dinner with her parents on a Monday, and it only fueled Alya's curious onslaught of messages, making them both glad that Marinette had skipped school that day in order to get her stitches removed.

So when the redhead threatened to unleash her wrath unless they'd come to dinner that Tuesday night, Adrien playfully gave in, figuring no harm could come out of it.

What a naive fool had he been.

The second they stepped over Alya and Nino's threshold, it what clear they had entered the dragon's den.

As soon as they crossed the door, Alya cornered them both in her kitchen, eyeing them carefully. "Okay, drop the act, now. What's going on here, guys?" she asked, the way she usually did when she was interviewing secretive guests. "Marinette, why the hell was Adrien in your room at 5 a.m.? And more than that, why aren't any of you denying it?"

Somehow, neither Adrien nor Marinette had to answer before Alya visibly relaxed, smiling at her friends with a warm expression. "So, this is it, then? You guys are finally together?"

Before either Marinette or Adrien could reply, Nino came to their rescue. "Don't mind her, she's been waiting all day to pull that little number on you. Dinner's about to be ready, and then, we'll want details."

Dinner happened to be delicious, and the chatter, entertaining.

"So," Nino eventually said, leaning back in his chair, "you two are finally a thing?"

Adrien waved his fork nonchalantly, shrugging. "What gave it away? The non-existent hand holding or the very intimate shoulder-to-shoulder contact?"

"Oi, sunshine," Alya said with a playful smirk. "Don't go all sassy on us. That's my job."

Adrien held up his hands in surrender, and Alya laughed, before pressing on, "So, when did you two start dating?"

"We never confirmed that we were?" Marinette said, and Adrien saw Alya's eyes stare at her left hand.

" Au contraire , girl," the redhead replied. "Your man here pretty much confirmed it, and I know for a fact that you never wear rings. Especially not on that finger. Show me that rock, Mari."

Marinette sighed mockingly, a playful gleam in her eyes, and she held up her hand so Alya could properly examine Adrien's mother ring.

"Way to go, bro," Nino cheered. "You finally put a ring on it! Took you long enough."

Adrien felt his cheeks grow hot with a fiery blush. "We literally just started dating, Nino."

"That you did," Alya smiled. "So, tell us. When did you two make it official at long last?"

Marinette looked at Adrien with a blinding smile, and she reached over to grab his hand. "At the hospital," she replied honestly. "What happened that night on the bridge really shook me. Watching him get injured like this… I came too close to losing him without him knowing how I felt about him, about what should have been long ago."

Knowing this and hearing it from her lips were two very different things, and Adrien felt his heart swell with affection toward his lady. He, too, had been terrified on that bridge, terrified he'd lose her.

"For what it's worth, I hope you don't take it the wrong way, but I think the incident on the bridge did you two a lot of good," Nino said with a fond smile. "Adrien getting stabbed wasn't what any of us wanted, but I think it forced you both out of your comfort zone, you know? It made you guys share unsaid words and emotion that the two of you needed out in the open. I'm really happy for the two of you."

Alya reached over and placed her hand on Nino's, smiling at their friends warmly. "We both are. I know Nino and I have been bugging you guys with this the past few years, but we both honestly just wanted to make sure you two would be happy. You two care so much about each other, it was painful to see you guys trying to deny what everyone else knew was there. We love you two deeply, and you've both been through so much that we just wanted you guys to be happy."

"Sorry for it turning so sappy, dudes," Nino chuckled softly.

Adrien smiled at their best friends, his thumb gently stroking the side of Marinette's hand. "Don't be. If anything, we should thank you. You guys have always been there for us through hard times, and we both really appreciate everything you've done for us."

"Adrien's right," Marinette added, looking at him with a tender expression. "You guys, and my parents, I always knew I could count on you. I love you guys more than you'll ever know. Thanks for being amazing friends."

"And fiancé," Adrien teased, only to receive a playful swat on the shoulder.

"And fiancé," Marinette agreed, the lighter topic dissolving the heavy emotions swirling in the room, only leaving the relief of having let it out.

Alya chuckled, "How did that happen anyway? Marinette told you she loves you and you proposed on the spot?"

"I proposed to him," Marinette admitted, an adorable blush gracing her cheeks. "After our first kiss. I don't know, it just felt… right?"

Nino took a bite of pasta, shaking his head. "Then again, you guys never did anything like anyone else. Why would your marriage be any different?"

Adrien burst out laughing, and Marinette grinned. "Now," she announced, "let's finish this delicious dinner so I can kick everyone's ass at some game."

In theory, Adrien was on board with his fiancée's plans for the evening.

Though, Marinette obviously had other plans in mind.

If it hadn't been for Marinette fingers shamelessly grazing his thigh under the tablecloth from time to time, Adrien would've had a really nice evening.

Instead of lusting after his beautiful fiancée like a hormonal teenager.

But then there was the fact that he and Marinette hadn't gotten intimate yet.

And the fact her fingers lingering on his thigh were driving him crazy at the most inopportune times.

She kept the charade up through dinner, and through the evening, innocently brushing against the fabric of his pants and flashing him gentle smiles all through the Cards Against Humanity game that followed.

It wasn't until they were both away from prying eyes, into the shelter of his car, that Adrien allowed himself to speak up, desperately trying to keep his eyes on the road ahead of them. "Marinette…" he growled warningly as her fingers slid up his thigh once again. "Keep this up and we're going to end the evening wrapped around a lamppost."

She giggled in a way that really should've been labeled as indecent, but she managed to keep her hands to herself for the remaining of the drive home. He pulled over in his parking spot and it took him all of his self-control and then some to not just throw her over his shoulder unceremoniously, carrying her to his bed and have his way with her.

His breathing ragged with want, he was faintly aware of taking her hand into his and leading her to the elevator in a half-dazed mind.

The second the elevator's doors closed behind them, though, Marinette wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, hard and hungrily.

Their lips moved together into a sweet and longing kiss, the kind of kiss that made every past one pale in comparison. Burning with a need that had brewed for a decade already, Marinette knotted her fists in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer and closer, and suddenly she was everywhere. Her scent, her warmth, her touch, nothing existed outside the tsunami of new sensations she was unleashing on his shivering body.

She deepened the kiss, urgently, feverishly, and Adrien knew right that second that he was in deep trouble, that he could never get enough of that sweet ambrosia.

His fingers gently clawed at her hips, exploring the exposed patch of skin between her t-shirt and her shorts. She let out a throaty moan against his lips, revelling into the warmth of his body pressed against hers. Her nails grazed his scalp, tugging on his soft locks, holding him against her lips like he was her oxygen and she was drowning.

The shrill beep of the elevator's doors opening startled them out of their frenzied embrace, and they both reconnected with reality long enough to stumble to their apartment door. Adrien opened the door with unsteady hands, and as soon as it closed behind them he snaked his arms around her waist and pressed her against the wall, lining up his body with hers.

Unbeknownst to them, a gagging Plagg and a giggling Tikki zoomed out of their hiding places as fast as if they had been on fire, taking shelter elsewhere in the apartment. Neither of them wanted to be a witness to their charges heated embrace.

Not noticing a thing, Adrien's fingers went around the back of her neck, holding her close, and he felt her hands clinging to his shoulders, her nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. Desperate to feel the warmth of her skin, Adrien swiftly pulled both of their shirts over their heads. Marinette chased his lips, tiptoeing against the wall.

"I… Ah- Mari…" Adrien barely managed to choke out, the sensation of her teeth grazing down his jawline sending chills down his spine.

She giggled again, a sound so sinful he could swear he felt weak in the knees hearing it. "What is it, kitten?"

An open-mouthed kiss laid on the hollow of his throat made his answer disappear in an unintelligible gurgle. She nipped and bit at his collarbone, working her way to the lobe of his ear. Her fingers were buried in the nape of his neck, and Adrien felt like his knees would give up under him at any given time.

"Mari… stop… I won't… ah- I… I won't be able to stop if you keep this up…"

She giggled once more - honestly, how was this not against the law? - and Adrien felt a raw shot of desire pool in his gut. Her teeth tugged lightly on his earlobe, and she whispered in his ear, in a husky tone that turned him into jelly in her hands, "Who said anything about stopping?"

He felt her hand sneak between their intertwined bodies, palming the less and less subtle bulge in front of him. His breathing ragged with want, Adrien said in a husky whisper, "I waited ten- ah! years… to… kiss you… I can wait- Mari!"

She pressed herself against him, both of her hands reaching in her back to unclasp her bra. "Good for you," she answered in a low, sultry voice Adrien was pretty sure was going to kill him sooner rather than later. "I've wanted this for ten frickin years. Be yours, be one with you, feel you inside me. I don't wanna wait anymore."

A needy whimper escaped his lips, and when she pressed her bare breasts against his naked chest, he knew she had won. Years of longing for her, months of teasing glimpses of her exiting the shower, of tantalizing patches of skin inadvertently put on display before his sinful eyes came crashing back on him all at once. She was right there, in his arms, willing and wanting, and only a fool would refuse her what she so obviously wanted.

He took advantage of her arms laced around his necks and lifted her up effortlessly, her legs wrapping themselves around his waist out of their own volition. Her petite figure weighted next to nothing into his muscular arms, and he walked to her bedroom effortlessly, their lips never leaving each other's.

They tumbled onto her bed in a messy tangle of limbs and kisses, his lips actively seeking every single inch of skin they could reach. He worshipped her throat, paid his tribute reverently to her breasts, marked his territory down her abdomen, lavished her thighs with undivided attention.

She was left little more than a writhing mess under him from his ministrations, moaning and pleading for more, words of love spilling from her mouth unbidden. Adrien smirked, diving back for another taste of her lips. "I love you, Marinette. My beautiful princess."

She beamed at him through the haze of her desire, the extent of her feelings for him written clear as day on her perfect features. Marinette sought his lips, kissing him passionately, all restraint long forgotten. "I'm yours," she breathed against his mouth in a muffled voice, before kissing him again.

"Mine," Adrien growled, his hand dipping between her thighs, teasingly caressing her folds in an enticing manner over the fabric of her shorts.

She gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she clung to him for dear life. Adrien lightly kissed the hollow of her throat, whispering hoarsely, "Is this… okay?"

"More than okay," she answered breathlessly as his fingers tugged at the hem of her shorts, pulling them down her perfect legs in one swift motion, bringing her panties along with them.

Adrien pulled back a little, taking in her beauty, her perfection. It finally was real, the image that had haunted his dreams for the past decade, that had fueled his fantasies ever since he was fifteen. And gosh had he underestimated how beautiful she would look naked under him, looking up at him with raw desire written all over her magnificent blue eyes, how sweet her skin would taste under his lips, how intoxicating her touch would feel. Her body was calling to him like a siren's song, and he couldn't restrain himself anymore.

He went back, his lips kissing every inch of uncharted skin he had uncovered, his fingers mapping every single of her curves, slowly working their way toward her core. Marinette let out a frustrated sigh, tugging on his hair to bring his lips to hers once more. Ignoring the best he could his skyrocketing nerves, Adrien reached between her thighs at last, experimentally toying with the wetness, intently watching her reactions.

He was determined to make up his lack of experience to her by devoting his entire being to her pleasure, and he found her sensitive bundle of nerves as soon as he could, tentatively rubbing his knuckle on it. Marinette's hips buckled under him at the unexpected motion, and he chuckled tenderly, muffling her airy moan with a kiss.

"You're beautiful like this, my lady," he breathed in her ear, spreading her arousal around her entrance with a finger, his thumb still focused on the small bud that had ripped such delicious sounds from her.

Marinette whimpered against his collarbone, shivering within his embrace. "More… ah! Please, Ad- Adrien!"

Still watching every single of her breaths, Adrien gently pushed a finger inside her, pumping it tentatively in and out of her heated sex. She tensed slightly at the unfamiliar sensation, but he added a second digit when he felt her relax under his loving assault. He tenderly worked her up, trying to make the experience as pleasant as he could for her.

His pants quickly becoming painfully tight on his erected sex, Adrien almost sighed with relief when Marinette, now a lovely shade of red, half-moaned, "I want you… Adrien… Please, I want you inside me."

He all but jumped out of the remaining of his clothes, positioning himself between her thighs with an enquiring look. "Okay?"

"Yes," she whimpered, planting an open-mouthed kiss on his lips. "Please, I want to feel you."

"I love you," he whispered in between kissed, pressing his length into her ever so carefully, peppering small kisses all over her face, her throat and her shoulders.

She closed her eyes, clinging to his shoulders almost desperately. "I… I love you-" she choked out hoarsely as Adrien finally sheathed himself fully inside of her. Her fingers were digging almost painfully into his skin, and while the sensation of her warmth around his erection was overwhelming, he couldn't help but notice how tense she was into his arms.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, placing a feather-light kiss on her eyelids.

Marinette smiled under him, and suddenly all he could see was blue. Loving, adoring blue, looking at him almost reverently. "It's odd," she breathed, "but not painful. Could… could you try moving maybe?"

Adrien nodded, his heart playing trampoline in his chest. He reached down for a sloppy kiss and pulled back slightly before thrusting back into her, tearing a needy whimper from her lips. He repeated the motion, focusing on what seemed to provoke those lovely sounds, trying to ignore the almost unbearable pleasure pooling up in his gut just to hear more of her moans, of her beggings.

He found a pleasurable rhythm, moving back and forth between her legs until her nails began to claw at the skin of his back and she clenched around him almost painfully.

"Right there, Adrien, oh gosh, I'm almost there." Words were spilling from her lips unbidden, seemingly uncontrollably, and he felt ecstasy quickly washing over him. He reached between their heated body, teasing her sensitive bud of nerves with the tip of his fingers.

She mewled into their messy kiss and his hips bucked into hers, his rhythm suddenly going haywire. Their caresses got frantic, and there was nothing more existing outside of her, her warmth everywhere around him, her moans filling his ears, her touch igniting his skin.

He tipped over the edge into white-hot oblivion as he felt her clench tight around him, and suddenly they were only a mess of writhing limbs and husky kisses.

Adrien rolled on his side, carefully avoiding to crush her, and pulled her to his chest, trying to regain his breath. "Are you okay?"

She lifted half-lidded eyes toward him, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. "I'm perfect. I- This was perfect, Adrien, I love you so much my sweet, sweet kitty."

Throat tight with the intense emotions washing over him, Adrien barely managed to plant a soft peck on the crown of her head, and as they both drifted to sleep, a single thought was playing in his mind on repeat.

"I'm never letting you go now."

In between his bliss, he faintly heard Marinette ask, "Can… Can I move in with you, Adrien?"

He chuckled softly. "Huh? We've been living together for over two years, princess."

"No," Marinette answered. "I want the real deal. No more separate bedrooms, no more separate beds. I want to sleep in the same bed every night, I want to wake up next to you every morning. I want my toothbrush next to yours in our bathroom, and I want to shove your undies aside to make room for mine."

Adrien smiled against the crown of her head.

"I'd like nothing more, Bug."