The night loomed on with time ticking by in the darkness. They had been on the floor for too long, for too many songs to count. He didn't mind it, but after the sweat had well-soaked his t-shirt and the need for water had become too strong, he needed a break. Even with as sexy and enticing as she had been, he couldn't take it anymore. His legs hurt and his back hurt. He tried to accommodate her shorter height in order to dance with her, but it had done a number on his legs. He was ready to sit down with a bottle of water in his hand.
Problem was, she looked in no mood to stop.
Another problem was the song they were listening to and how it made her fingers stay on his torso more than half of the others.
Don't ever hesitate to call me too
You're the light in my storm
He wondered if Nino planned on the entire night of songs devoted to making Marinette consider their relationship. He didn't mind some of the effects because he had a feeling if she had any less alcohol in her, or the songs were much more random, she'd be sitting out half of their time on the floor and be utterly bored out of her mind.
He didn't know what to think about how to act. He wanted to be upset with his friend, but she wasn't letting him away long enough to find Nino to reprimand him. He still intended on letting Nino, and probably Alya, know that their help wasn't needed any longer. An odd thought hit him halfway through the same song when she acted like she couldn't keep her hands off him, like she couldn't bear to part with him.
Was it perhaps more the random woman that was the last straw instead of the liquor and Nino's selection?
Unlock the chains that are holding you
Feels like I'm home when I'm next to you
This was nice. She didn't think she would ever enjoy such moments with him. The buzz had rearranged and settled itself in a cozy niche in her body, allowing her to act on emotions which she had lined up behind her responsibilities. Except they were on vacation and she didn't give a damn about orders right now.
She didn't know how much or just how she liked him, but when she stopped thinking about trying to identify everything and go with the flow, her emotions burst forth and enveloped her as heavily as the Cognac did.
Replaying a memory to keep you in my mind
And I'm waiting for another chance to look into your eyes
"Marinette, I need water." He urged, leaning for her ear. Her arms went around his neck, her waist still swinging . His arm went around her back, eyes looking for the general direction of the tables. "You do, too. Come on, let's go sit down."
"But I'm dancing!" She whined, arms clenching.
"You need a break." He reiterated, using his strength to pull her close. He nudged around the bodies of other dancers, hand tightly holding hers.
And there is no excuse
'Cause I'm living on the memories we'll make
"Looking good out there." Alya mused, grinning at Adrien's somewhat disgruntled look.
"She needs water and so do I." He retorted, helping Marinette steady herself. "You sit here and I'll go get us some water."
Marinette's hand grasped his arm before he could get a step away. "Don't go by yourself!" She pouted. "You're going to get hit on by random, strange women again!"
He blinked at her, mouth opening and closing as the only thing he could do. He looked to Alya to find her shoulders shaking, obviously trying not to laugh at them, and glowered at her. "This is your fault!" He accused, pointing at her.
Alya just grinned and leaned forward on the table. "Has she gone off and been all 'I love you, Adrien' yet?"
"I'm not that drunk!" Marinette retorted, arms tightly crossing. She made a disgusted face as she suddenly realized how sweaty she was and pulled her arms away. "I'm all gross! Yuck! How long have we been out there?"
Alya looked down to her phone. "Probably an hour or more. I've been chatting with Nino after he went back in the booth." She held up her phone with the text log in it. She suddenly smirked. "He thinks you guys need some practice getting used to a beat."
She stuck her tongue out at her friend, ignoring the laughter. "I'm going with him to get some water." Her nose suddenly wrinkled. "Except the money in my pocket is probably all sweaty by now..."
Alya's head shook. "Nino grabbed us each one for the evening. Especially after he saw you two not leaving." Her hand dipped down to the chair near her, putting two bottles in the center for them to take.
His hand shot out and grabbed one, opening it and downing half of the contents before coming up for air. His chest heaved and he seriously wanted to pour the rest over his head to cool off, but the chill of the water was felt all the way down his esophagus into his stomach and it was nice.
Alya snorted, going back to her phone, fingers typing. "Someone is thirsty." She stared at them, staring at them with a critical eye. "Done for the night?"
He plopped into the chair now that he didn't need to be standing anymore. "What time is it?"
"Just past midnight."
"Already?!" Marinette blurted out, eyes wide. She looked to the floor to find a sea of people and the space they were in taken up by someone. She was suddenly amazed at how they managed to stay out in all of that for so long, let alone not fall against someone with everyone bumping into each other.
It was much cooler away from everyone and the fans from above could be felt a lot more. The more she sat and rested, the more the cool air chilled the sweat on her body and made her wish she had her coat. The burning in her legs from so much use was starting to make itself known and she wondered if she was going to need a seriously hot shower to combat the soreness whenever she woke up next.
"How's Nino doing?" He piped up, not wanting to leave their friend despite his being in the middle of work.
"Nino is good. He's been well entertained from you two." Alya smirked. "As have I." She locked eyes with blue, a knowing smile coming to her. "See what happens when you get a little help to loosen up?"
She pouted, knowing what they had done in the past to get her to take one drink and how much she enjoyed herself from it later.
He pondered Alya's words and looked to the one next to him. She was using the table to help keep her upright, also sucking on the water bottle. He had a feeling she wasn't used to this and wondered if she was done, but it hadn't caught up to her yet.
Perhaps they should get going before that happened and getting back to the dorm was more of a chore than he needed it to be.
"I think we've been here for the acceptable club time." He finished the water and put the cap back on. He met Alya's eyes with a smile. "How many of these songs were written by Nino?"
"Oh, the tracks he made for Marinette were done by him." Alya ignored glaring blue.
He smiled and nodded. "Then relay to him that we'll be by his store later in the day tomorrow...or today I guess. I'd like some of these songs for myself." He looked to Marinette to find her watching him. "For now, I say we head back and go get some sleep."
"Shower first." She added, tongue sticking out at the thought of just climbing into bed like she was.
He leaned over, smile widening, as he found her ear. A hand lightly rested on her shoulder. "If you want, I'll help you get your back."
She met his eyes when he pulled away, her own impossibly wide. He was giving her "that look" and it hit her in the gut. The alcohol burned her a different way, but it felt too good.
Her lips curled on their own in response to his offer, face heating in the dark.
"I'll go get our coats." He looked over, sliding off the stool with a need to get away from her lest he give himself away at how she was affecting him already. "Are you staying here?"
Alya nodded, hand going for her water bottle. "I've just been enjoying the show. Maybe after you leave, I'll go hang out with Nino in the booth for a bit." She smirked. "Pity it's not a one-way mirror."
"That's it. We're out of here." She slammed hands on the table and pushed off from her chair with the momentum. A finger snaked out, finding her friend amused at the reaction. "I don't need to hear about any R-rated exploits with Nino, whom I think of too much as a brother as it is."
Alya's fingers playfully wagged as they stepped back. "Toodles. Have fun going home."
She didn't want to put the jacket on and get it sweaty as well, but the second they were outside and the cold hit, she didn't have a choice. "It's cold!" She whined, trying to huddle her arms into the fabric.
"We'll be warmer when a taxi shows up soon." He mumbled, eyes looking for one cruising the area. It thankfully didn't take long for one to near their area, especially when she tried to burrow in his side as if she were freezing to death. "You'll be fine!"
"I'm cold. Snuggle with me!"
A brow rose. "You can't possibly be this drunk on two shots."
She pouted, slightly glaring at him. "I'm not that drunk on two shots. What do you take me for anyway?"
His hand plopped down on her head as he made for the approaching vehicle. "A lightweight, that's what. Didn't you eat before we showed up?"
"No. I didn't want to puke on the dance floor."
He stifled a groan, arm going around her back when a taxi slowed to a stop near them. He opened the door and let her climb in first, shutting it behind him. He gave directions to the driver, who pulled away the second they were done.
That was all it took for her to cuddle back up against his side.
His arm instinctively went around her, but he pulled away enough to look down. "I think you're a liar on the drunk part. We're going to go back and sober you up. Or I'll just toss you in your bed so you can pass out for the evening."
"That sounds so boring." Her arm went around his torso, cheek nuzzling his t-shirt. She stopped when she got barraged with sweat. She sat back enough to look at him, finding him slightly amused. "You're all sweaty."
"So are you, but I'm not saying anything." His fingers reached down and tweaked her nose. "You're not one of those weepy drunks, are you?"
"No!" She groused, slapping his chest.
"Mopy?"
"No..." She retorted, looking put out.
"Angry?"
"As if."
"Other?"
It took a moment for her brain to connect with what he was insinuating. It was such a vague connotation that she stared at him for a moment. It took "that look" for her to figure it out and when she did, her eyes flew open. Her mouth bobbed closed, trying to find words, suddenly aware of the trailing fingers up her arm.
She harshly swallowed, heart jumping past the taxi to her dorm room. She suddenly wondered just what was going to happen the second they got into one of their dorms...not caring and wishing the taxi would hurry up just a little bit.
His lips tilted as her breathing hitched and his face leaned a little closer to hers. "Hmm...I wonder what you're going to act like with two shots in you..."
Her head had been fuzzy half the night and he was stealing the rest of her brain as it was right now. Her hands shook, thighs burning with a need only he could fix. Her tongue flicked out in her nerves and caught his eyes, caused his hand to clasp her chin and keep her there.
He attacked her lips. She had been tantalizing the whole night and those songs had affected not just her. Some of the more erotic ones had him beside himself with so many emotions, all of them directed to her. He had a few of Nino's cds and some of the songs he was slightly familiar with.
Thankfully, a huge chunk of his cds were burned onto his laptop to play back whenever he wanted.
She clutched at his shirt, breathing choppy. She barely felt the hum of the car over what he was causing in her. The Cognac was still potent enough that her mind wiped itself clear and she responded to it, nails scraping up his muscles.
His sense of control was about ready to throw her onto the cushions of the taxi, but they stopped in front of the dorms and he was grateful that traffic in the middle of the night wasn't as bad as it was during the day. He regrettably let her go and paid the driver, shuffling out and using the cold air to calm himself down so he looked slightly presentable for the walk upstairs in case anyone else was up this late.
She shuffled near him, impossibly turned around and wishing he wasn't stopped. A small thread of common sense broke through the clouds and she wanted to be embarrassed at making out in the presence of someone else, but one look from him covered that thread back up.
He stared down at her, finding her red in the face and eyes impossibly wide. He flashed a dashing smile and wrapped his arms around her, pinning hers between their chests. "Now...which room should we hole up in for the rest of the night? I like mine better..." He murmured in her ear.
Her legs quivered, words failing her. She clutched at his shirt, completely unable to think. It didn't matter which room she was in right now, but it might in the morning when she didn't want to put on sweaty clothes to go get new ones.
'Hmm...maybe I should start stashing spares in his closet...'
His tongue flicked out and caught her ear, getting a gasp. "That okay with you? There's something I'd like to do up there."
She managed a shaky nod and wondered how she was going to put one foot in front of the other when she couldn't remember where her legs were...even as unsteady as they were. She was vaguely aware of his arm around her, or hers going around him. She ducked past him when he held the door open for her, a sense of anticipation building. All she could think of was she was walking to Adrien's room to be a willing prisoner to whatever he wanted to do to up there...to her hopefully.
She held her breath for almost half the walk at that thought.
The lock was loud, the silence of his room thick. He tossed his coat on the desk chair, quietly taking hers. He watched how jumpy she was and wanted very much to make her jump even more, but knew she would want to clean up. As did he.
"Why don't you go shower first." He murmured, eyes roaming her on their own accord. He leaned against his desk, warring with wanting to help her undress, yet wanting to go through his playlist.
She looked to him, finding that somewhat unbecoming outfit on him and couldn't help herself. She strode right to him and promptly took the cap off his head, free hand ruffling his hair back to how she had always known. "There. That's something of a help."
He smiled and wrapped his arms around her back when she leaned against him to get the hat. "Should I take the shirt off, too?"
Her lips briefly pressed together, eyes going to his chest she was all but draped against. Her heart sped up and she was suddenly aware of how fast his was going. She went to speak, unable and licked her lips instead.
"I'll take that as a 'yes' then." His head dipped. She looked up in response and he rested his lips on her forehead. "But, after you." His hand reached down and lightly slapped her behind. "Go shower. I'm getting cold."
She yelped and jumped against him, not doing them any good. She shuffled from his embrace with a slight glare and stepped away. "Why do men always feel the need to slap my ass?" She blurted out to herself, hands pulling her top off. It was momentarily stuck on her head and she had to peel her arms out of the sleeves.
He watched everything and the curve of her back show itself. He harshly swallowed, wanting to lose the rest of their clothes and skip what he originally wanted to do. Her comment somewhat registered as she tossed the shirt and pants on the floor out of the way, and he was behind her before he could think of doing so.
She jumped when cold hands went over her stomach, but a shot of adrenaline dulled it. His hands drifted both north and south, the strength of his arms helping to keep her upright when he attacked both places at once.
He leaned down enough to be able to get to her neck, lips brushing her skin. "Because no one can ever keep their hands off you." He licked a vein, getting a gasp. "Myself especially."
She shivered at the low tone. She arched against him, partially cold yet burning as his hand moved in her underwear. An arm floated up and attached itself to his neck for stability, his hands taking that as an invitation to pull her bra up and play with her.
There was something he needed to be doing and it wasn't this, but he couldn't pull himself away right now. He brushed against her, exhaling as he connected with what he wanted to touch and getting a whimper from her. The more he touched hot skin, his hands seeing for him, the more his main intention was forgotten. He didn't even know if he was going to be able to let her shower, let alone get one himself before he did these things to her all over again.
He was dangerous, but she had known that a long time ago. He wasn't hesitant to make her crazy and touch her in any way to achieve those means, but it was quickly becoming something she wanted from him. She had forgotten what she was supposed to be doing, just trying to focus on standing amongst the tidal waves and breathe properly.
He mentally shouted at himself to focus so they could clean up, but the devil on his shoulder demanded he explain how he could just let Marinette walk away when she stripped down to her underwear in front of him. He begrudged that fact and its difficulty, giving in just a little longer. His hands brushed past her ribcage to the strap and unclasped it. He stepped away, every sensation yelling at him as he did so, and trying to breathe.
She was cold and felt taken from every beautiful thing she couldn't name, and definitely not liking it. She looked to him with a pout, wanting to demand why he stopped, when she noticed how red in the face he was, along with how he was already mentally having sex with her by that look in his eyes.
"Go...shower..." He nearly panted, eyes roaming her chest. His hands twitched, but he took another step back, lest he forget what he wanted to do for the ambiance of it all.
She harshly swallowed, legs very much wanting to take her in his direction. She glumly nodded and suddenly smirked. Her thumbs hooked into the sides of her underwear and quickly took them off before chucking them at his head. "Why don't you hold onto these for me while I do that..." She grinned and took a step away, watching him almost physically restrain himself from going after her. She tried not to laugh at his discomfort, wanting to pay him back for how bad he made her burn without extinguishing the flames. She peeked out from the door, foot rubbing up the archway. "I'll try to be quick." She sing-songed.
The door clicked shut and he leaned against his desk for support, free hand running over his face. "Damn temptress..." He growled, lips tilting. God how he loved this...
The occupied hand clenched around a pair of still warm, slightly damp panties and he looked to them when lace made itself known to his palm. They were barely big enough to cover up that delectable, tiny ass of hers and he twitched in his jeans. His jaw clenched as he stared, too entranced at knowing what they had just covered up and very much wanting to join her in the lack of shower space pathetically called a bathroom.
He harshly shook his head, mentally vowing he'd tease her just as bad as she just did to him when he had her in his bed soon. He grinned at all the possibilities that roamed his head as he turned to his computer, dropping her underwear next to his laptop. "Maybe you won't find these for a few days..." He mused, eyes drifting to them as they stared back at him. He chuckled as he wondered just where he could hide them so she couldn't find them.
He cleared his throat and tried to concentrate, wanting to be sneaky and sly, knowing she wouldn't take that long to clean up. He wanted to find just the right song for this, but it was difficult. Nino made such great work and he was stuck between three songs, forcing himself to choose one when the shower was shut off.
He quickly closed his laptop when the door swung open and a cloud of steam joined it. A brow went up as he walked over, happy he was fast enough before she wrapped herself up in his towels.
He leaned against the archway, arms crossed for their sakes, as he eyed the spectacle of her drying herself off. His hands were ready to rip the towel to shreds in order to take its place. "Leave any hot water in there for me?"
She smiled, eyes playfully narrowing. "Maybe." She drawled, throwing a towel over her head. She stopped in front of him, dropping the other on his shoulder as she brazenly stood there with only his clothes to shield them. "Maybe not. I don't want you taking forever in here when you could be using that time much more wisely."
He eyed her front and how pleasantly red she was from the temperature. His arms tightened around his torso lest he shove her up against a wall right then and there.
The thought was put aside for later use though.
She pushed past him when he seemed in no hurry to move and stopped in the center of his room. Her arms covered her torso up as the cold hit and she shivered. "I'm borrowing a shirt for now." She declared, striding to his closet and throwing it open. She looked behind a shoulder to find him still watching her with hooded eyes and smirked. "I'm sure you won't mind, right Monsieur?"
He snapped to as she picked out one of his pajama tops and threw it over her head without having to unbutton it. Every feeling for her, genuine and lustful, passed out on the floor right in front of him at seeing her in his clothes for the first time.
She watched the change on his face, the shuffle for her. She smiled, eyes glinting dangerously. Hands demurely clasped behind her back as she purposefully puffed her chest out with the movement and strode to him. "Do I look okay?" She asked, fluttering her eyelashes.
It was long enough to go past her hips, but just barely. Lingerie wouldn't have been as sexy as the tease his own shirt was giving him right now. Her legs were short, the rest of her was normally petite, and the shirt made her look even smaller in his eyes. She looked like a child, but she was acting too sly right now to get away with that image.
Especially with how she was smiling at him, knowing exactly what she was doing to him.
His eyes narrowed at how she was toying with him and loving every second...how he was loving every second of it. His tongue darted out when she gave him a wide-eyed, innocent look, teeth nibbling her lower lip.
That earlier thought of pinning her against the wall suddenly crossed his mind and he gave in.
She gasped as he moved and she was moved too fast to comprehend what was going on. He pushed against her, an arm trapping her against his body, the other pulling wet locks back to force her face to his. Her heart sped up, chest heaving in anticipation at what he'd do next.
He wanted to tear his shirt off and make her pay him back for all of the torment she put him through in the last few minutes alone. She looked amazing with wet hair, in his clothes. Her cheeks were rosy from the shower and her eyes were beautiful. His mouth descended as he forgot, yet again, what he was supposed to be doing.
Her arms went around his neck to stabilize her, one leg shifting up around a thigh. She moaned as he rocked against her again, nails digging into his shoulders. She wanted more...wanted him to throw her on his bed and climb on it and straddle her with those powerful arms of his. To rub his torso over hers and feel his skin with every nerve she possessed.
He pulled away to catch his breath, wondering if they were ever going to get to anything that they were both playing at. All he had to do was get in the shower and be as quick as possible and then nothing would be stopping them from going further!
Except the road of that easy task was paved with sexy, half-naked Marinette and that was a mountain climb in and of itself.
"I'm going to get that shower..." He grumbled, pulling away from her again. His hand drifted down and squeezed skin, getting a gasp for his efforts. "And then nothing is going to keep me from you after that."
She shivered at the frustrated promise in his words, nodding as she took her arms back. She winced at the burning need for him encompassed her and watched him move for the bathroom. Blue eyes were glued to the shirt as he peeled it off his skin, roaming around as her hands had earlier. Teeth gnashed her lip as he unzipped his jeans and pulled his underwear with them. She found out how ready he was for her and it did nothing to help her patience out. Her fingers twitched to touch him and make him feel as frustrated as she was right now.
He looked to her, finding her staring at him as he had her. An arm went for the door as he inched into the room. A finger poked her forehead, barely keeping her attention. "Five minutes." He vowed, eyes ablaze. He leaned for her, lips close to hers. "And then you're mine."
The bathroom door shut with a loud click.
ATB
Song 1: youtube com/watch?v=g3jO_WZKjTQ, Arms wide open
Song 2: youtube com/watch?v=k6IdgJ6B_KI, Right back to you
