"And then you're mine."
Her knees actually gave out and she stumbled into the wall for stability, lest she end up a simpering puddle on the floor. Every inch of her was shaking with that delectable tone of voice he dropped on her, just before he left her to boil over by herself. She shivered as the words kept reverberating in her head and she winced at the punch to the gut.
She didn't think it was feasibly possible to want someone as much as she wanted him in this second those from words alone.
Hearing the shower did nothing to help her imagination from thinking about how the water was running down his body, finding every crease of muscle as he cleaned up. The urge to rip that shower curtain away and watch him soap himself up was so dire that she clenched her hands and tried to focus on breathing instead.
She forcefully pushed herself off the wall, shaking her head to focus, and wondering how long he would be. She wanted, needed him right now...no, ten minutes ago. She had actually wanted him back on that dance floor and if she were any lesser individual, she would have pulled him to a dark corner and ground against him so hard he wouldn't have lasted.
Tempting...so tempting...
Her legs wouldn't hold her up and she collapsed against his desk, not wanting to dirty his comforter with how she was practically dripping right now. A finger came up and pushed her lower lip in her haze, breath heaving. Her teeth suddenly clamped down on her index finger, the pain feeling oddly good. She licked the teeth marks, imagining his mouth doing the work instead.
This was bad...she wasn't going to last like this.
She turned and clenched her hands over the wood top, trying to focus...tried to wait for him. Nails dug into her palms, but she hardly felt them. Her legs rubbed against each other, getting a quick exhale. Sweat dotted her body as she worked herself up with thoughts of demanding he throw her to his bed and lick every part of her body before he ravaged her.
Her arms buckled a little and she almost face-planted into his laptop.
She gulped in air, every part of herself tingling. A blinking light on the side suddenly, gratefully, pulled her attention away and a hand moved to pull the screen up before she could think.
She stared at his playlist, finding Nino's music everywhere.
She tapped the "enter" button on the highlighted song before she could figure out why he had Nino's music up and stared at the song title. Beautiful, slow bell tones came from the speakers, the singer coming shortly after.
If you got a secret
You know you can always count on me to keep it
Every emotion focused on the lyrics, losing the heat he had created for something much more intense, much harder to deal with. Her chest squeezed with her feelings, with the thought that he had possibly intended on playing this. Her eyes teared within seconds, hand coming up to quiet the sudden cry that tried to leave her.
I wanna know every part of you
And I want you to know me too
The heat he had created was suddenly snatched away with the over-encompassing feeling that she couldn't name. Her eyes swam as she continued to stare at the song title. She listened to the song and how romantic it was, how desperate it was. It was sad and giving, but only one-sided. Tears left in a sudden torrent, free hand digging nails into her skin. She trembled from her feelings, feeling slightly out of control.
The shower kept going, ignorant of her sudden distress.
Baby you can use my love
As long as you stay with me
She gulped in air, trying to take deep breaths to calm herself down. A hand quickly wiped at the tears on her face, not wanting him to see her crying. The lyrics were beautiful, heartfelt, genuine. This wasn't something to cry over; it wasn't meant to be that way. She tried to control herself as the song wound down.
They hadn't spoken of their feelings, especially her. There hadn't been enough time to dissect everything she was feeling, to really think about what she felt. She was just enjoying the time they were able to spend together around school and their jobs. She knew there was something there by how she had reacted to what he intended on doing just now, but she had no name for it. She didn't want to call it "love" yet, but there WAS something there. She refused to be so hasty with words she couldn't fully back up. He deserved more than that.
She looked to the ceiling when the quiet returned, mind racing. She didn't think she'd stop crying if they sat on his bed and listened to this song. She didn't want to cry in front of him if he was putting his own emotions into this song. She wanted this time to be fun, not filled with tears. She wanted to accept this happily, not sadly. She didn't want to feel any guilt over this.
She didn't know why she'd cry, but she would. She stopped to think of why she would because of these words, but knew that his feelings for her were much farther along than hers were. She had only accepted him into her life like this maybe two months ago and actually spent half of that time with him. She often felt bad for the gap, knowing he had a huge jump-start. He had watched her for a year and took the time to experience everything much slower than she had. If he was holding back, she wouldn't know it because he never said anything. If he had planned on doing so with this song, she didn't know if she could respond as fully as he might be expecting, but she didn't want to disappoint him and see him sad.
She looked to his playlist, hand working the mouse when a sudden thought hit.
Not knowing how much time she had left, she pulled up a search engine and looked up the lyrics to the songs she clicked on. Some of them were from the club and they were nice, but she wanted something from her. If he was ready to make this more romantic than hot, so could she.
She only listened to the first minute of a couple, wanting something to be good and knowing she didn't have much more time left. She was stuck on two of them when she was suddenly aware of the bathroom door swinging open.
Wide blue swung his way, finding him staring with wide eyes, a towel around his waist with the other drying his hair. Her mouth dropped open as she tried to find words to explain riffling through his music. The song she had been listening to was still playing, but left forgotten as she looked away...nervous that he wouldn't like what she was doing. She never asked to touch his computer; she just went and started touching it.
"I...thought I heard something..." He mumbled, feeling uncertain as she stood in front of his laptop. He looked away, one hand idly scrubbing the back of his head dry. He had wanted it to be something of a surprise... "I didn't...didn't plan on much. I thought...maybe...music might be nice... Something like that..."
Her lips pressed together as she looked back to the song that finished. "I...kind of thought...th – that maybe...we could listen to one of these...instead..." She mumbled, face heating up.
His brow furrowed in curiosity as he strode over and looked to one she had highlighted last. He gave a hum, nodding as he remembered the song.
"I'm kind of stuck on two that I'd like to listen to." Her eyes lowered. "Although...th – the one you selected...was nice, too..."
One arm rested next to her on the desk, the other encircling her other side as he focused on his laptop. "Which other one did you have in mine?" He murmured, chin resting on her shoulder.
She was shaking again, but in a good way. He was hot and smelled good from the shower. She inhaled shampoo and aftershave; it was getting to her brain and shutting off rational thought. A trembling finger slowly moved as she pointed to the one on the screen above where the other song was. "Th – this...one..." She mumbled, burning all over again.
Every single move, catch of breath, and shake was caught and relished. His nose turned and rubbed up her neck, lips clamping down on her skin for a moment. Her head bonked against his lightly as it fell back. His arm came up and slowly pressed her front a little closer to him, taken by what she wanted to do.
"Just give me a second." He murmured, putting together a special list on the software with the songs she had chosen, along with his. He typed "M" as the title of the small collection and stepped back. "Good to go." One hand gently grasped an arm and tugged her to face him. His hands returned to straddle her body on the desk, serious eyes staring at her. He enjoyed how she shrank under his nearness, looking at him under her bangs...probably too much. "I just thought it'd be nice."
Her lips pressed together, hands clenching at his shirt. "Y – your song...is nice..." She looked down to his chest, a hand coming out on its own to flatten against his heart. "I really...liked it..."
A tender smile overtook him. One hand left the desk, a finger directing her vision to him. His lips softly touched hers, gently kissing her with all the care he possessed for her. He pulled away and found her eyes glossy when she looked at him. "I like that one, too. It's...honest..."
Her throat clenched as she managed a shaky nod, blinking to keep her tears at bay.
He noticed and pushed off the desk lightly, his fingers brushing past her chin. "Why don't you press play on it and I'll go get us some water..."
She did as ordered, staring at the title as the song started up. She turned it up so they could hear it, but not be bothersome to others around them. Her jaw clenched at the lyrics, but she took a deep breath and refused to act like she did the first time she heard it. She turned to find him standing there with the towels still around him, water bottle in his hand. Her eyes focused on it, head foggy from the music. "Thanks...I am kinda thirsty."
His lips twitched as he popped off the top and let it clack on the desk behind her. "I am, too." He took a step for her as he took a quick swig. His hand went for her chin, mouth closed. Without a word, his lips found hers, forcing them open as he fed the water to her.
She hadn't been expecting such a thing, having never done so. She choked on the water, coughing and shoving him away as she tried to collect herself.
"Sorry..." He mumbled, face heating in embarrassment. "I don't have a whole lot of practice in that."
She waved him off as she tried to breathe enough to talk. She cleared her throat, looking to the bottle hanging in his hand. "It's...okay..." She managed. "I'm new...to that..." She looked to him, giving him a reassuring smile. She reached for the water and he readily gave it to her, not looking her way. "Perhaps if I start off, we can...practice, yea?"
His lips tilted and he nodded. He took her hand and led her to his bed, music still playing.
She let him get situated before she sat in his lap, the towel not doing much to keep them apart. She rubbed against him a little and quickly exhaled, feeling his hands squeeze her hips a second later. She held the water up, looking for his ready, and getting a nod. She took a small sip to start off and put her lips to his.
He directed her on the mechanics and swallowed the water she gave him. He caught her tongue, all of the earlier insistence coming back to him. She responded in kind, the drink mostly forgotten.
The bottle almost fell from her fingers before she suddenly clenched it, not wanting to make a mess on his comforter. She pulled back and took a long drag of it, swallowing it for herself before taking a drink and passing it to him.
His hand clutched at her hair after he finished swallowing the amount she gave, the feel of her tongue on his making him lose control. One hand shifted down and pulled the towel off his shoulders, the other opening the one at his waist.
He pulled back enough to run his lips down her chin. "I want to touch you." He murmured, pushing her chest against his. "I want to do things to you." Dark eyes peeked open and stared at the rest of his room. The feel of her fingers in his hair, pushing him against her, driving him on, was intoxicating. "Nothing is going to keep me from doing so now."
She idly nodded, losing the battle to breathe with his lips trailing over her collarbone. "Touch me, Adrien..." She breathed, shivering when his nails suddenly dug into her hips.
"Say my name again." He requested, licking her.
Her legs twitched at the sexy tone. "Adrien...please...touch me. I need you...Adrien."
What happens with me, babe
Stay with me, stay with me
His brain shut off. His hands went to the buttons on his top, the lyrics to the song helping him keep the mood and take it one button at a time.
Her fingers scraped up his neck and down his arms when he licked every spot where his shirt had been. He helped her lose the ability to think as he brought cold air to her skin, his mouth decimating it and heating her up. She whimpered and shifted her hips, catching him a few times and bucking up.
"I like it when you say my name in that tone of voice." He murmured. "I like when you talk to me in that voice."
She panted as he slowly helped her lay back on the bed. She arched into the hand that strode down her sternum onto the flat of her stomach. She wished he would have continued it much farther down, but he pulled his fingers away just before he reached the small patch of hair. "I...need you...so badly... Please...Adrien...please..."
She was going to kill him with that voice and those words of hers. He straddled her sides, face in her chest. "Why don't you sing to me how badly you want me then..." He suggested, mouth dipping to a breast.
She gasped, hands clutching the sheets. Her legs twitched under him, but his weight was keeping them trapped. She mewled under his hold, head pressing into the mattress. Once she realized her hands were free, they delved into his locks, pushing him down and increasing the strength of his mouth twofold.
Somewhere in the forgotten background, the song changed to one that they had heard in the club.
Never knew what I was supposed to do
You've given me something that I never knew
She couldn't take it. She wanted to feel him in every pore she possessed. He was making her utterly throb and it was amazing and glorious, but frustrating. She needed more, wanted more. She needed him absolutely.
She blindly shoved him away and pulled his his tongue out of her navel, sitting up and pushing him onto the bed. "Lay back." She breathed. She rested over him, hands shifting over his muscles. She straddled his waist, rubbing up against him a few times before her hands shifted against him, mouth moving to mimic his earlier actions.
He went to touch her as she had him while she worked, but she slapped his hands away and sucked on his chest harshly. Palms covered his eyes as he jumped under her touch, panting at the sensations. He choked when her hand clutched around him and moved. "M – Mari...nette..." He breathed.
She licked down his muscles, finding the ridges and tracing them on his stomach. "Do you want me?" She asked, already knowing the answer.
"So...badly..."
"I want you to say my name, too." She looked his way, lips curling a little. "I like it when you say my name like that." Her mouth suddenly covered him without warning.
His hips shot off the bed with a gasp. She slapped away the hand that went to grab her head. He panted as she sucked on him. His hips slowly met her movements, her name leaving his lips as quickly as he could form the syllables.
Her head bobbed, in no mood to stop hearing him moan like that, until a thought entered her head. She wanted him to touch her back as much as she wanted to touch him. She pulled away, hand taking her place, and looked to him. His chest heaved with each breath, hips meeting her fingers. "I want you to touch me back." She murmured, legs shifting.
He didn't have enough of a warning before her knees straddled his arms. His hands shot out at the beautiful curve in his face and he pulled her down to his mouth.
She cried out at the sensations and moved her hand in time with what he was doing. Her mouth descended, whimpering against him when his fingers touched her.
Her hips bucked against him a few times before his arm kept her from doing that and possibly hurting him. She could only take so much more of this. She wanted to him end things like this, to end her, but she wanted to feel him with everything. This was amazing, but part of her felt empty. He could help with that; she needed him to fix that feeling. "Adrien..." She panted, hand still working for her. "I need...you... I want to feel you..."
He stopped and let her move away. He sat up when she made no move for him and towered over her, one hand pressing her against him, the other forcing her chin up. "How do you want me to fuck you?"
Her mouth opened, but words wouldn't form. She tried to answer him, but she couldn't. Her brow furrowed at his words, feeling him barely touch the small patch of hair she had left. "J – just...touch me...please..."
He thought for only a split second before he pulled on her waist and faced her away from him. He didn't waste any time and his fingers scraped her hips, only slightly worried that he'd leave marks later.
She pressed against him as fast as he moved. Her hands gripped the sheets, trying to propel herself backward to meet him going forward. She didn't care if they went faster, not in any mood to go slow any longer. She wanted the ending, knew it was close, wanted to feel it wash over her.
She was going to kill him. He couldn't last against her attack and she was too much. Her urgency drove him on, leeched to him and made him just as demanding. His ears ate up the noises she made, almost as much as he made for her.
A hand crawled up her back and clasped a shoulder. His tongue darted out, barely able to think. "You feel so good...Marinette..." He panted. "I want to hear you...say my name...when you come..."
Her chin arched when he found her hair and tugged. Teeth bit her lip as a hand left the bed and floated in between her thighs...breaking her not even moments later. She moaned his name, biting her lip when he sped up tenfold. All of the gasps in the world weren't enough to help pull in enough air as he returned as fast as he left.
He could only last for so long before the feeling crawled up his spine and he came on her back. He shuddered, spine almost curling into itself as he panted against the waves, hands clutching at her waist for stability.
Her arms finally gave out and her upper torso collapsed onto the bed, veins pulsing with everything. They remained frozen as they both tried to get their lungs to hold air and properly use it. His hand moved over her back, careful not to smudge anything and make it worse. His other hand trailed down a thigh, fingers enjoying the feel of her skin.
She carefully rested over her legs, feeling the mattress dip as he left moments later and let him clean her up. She was content to sleep like that all evening, even if the cold was starting to seep back in when her heartbeat slowed.
Her brain finally registered the songs they had totally forgotten, ears perking up to the lyrics.
It's gotta be true
There's a place like you
He grabbed the discarded top and draped it over her to put back on and put on the pants portion, looking to his laptop when he was done. He had wanted that time to be a little more romantic than it was heavy, had wanted to maybe speak of such things to her that the lyrics contained. He wanted to believe it was okay to say those things, still wanted to say those things right now.
She stared at him, watching the gears shift behind his eyes. He never looked her way and she finally stood, stopping in front of him to get his attention. "What are you thinking about?" She asked, resting against his chest, his arms lightly encircling her waist.
He looked to her, feelings raging behind his eyes. "I think that I still want to listen to just the song I picked out earlier."
Said track was currently playing. She tuned into it, throat closing up a little at the look in his eyes. She felt his hands delve under the top, but didn't touch her anywhere. He simply held her close, wanting to feel her skin. She trembled at the feelings assaulted her again, brow furrowing upward.
I wanna know every part of you
And I want you to know me too
He watched her teeth catch her lower lip and suddenly wanted to switch spots with those pearly whites. Tears pooled in her eyes, her chin wobbled as she tried to speak, but failed.
No! She didn't want to cry in front of him over this song! She had told herself that, but it wasn't working. She sniffled and harshly wiped tears away, mentally berating herself for crying. She didn't want to cry and make him feel bad!
He watched her expression change and a hand came up to run through her hair reassuringly. He leaned down and gave her forehead a soft kiss, arms pulling away. "Why don't you go sit down and I'll be there in a second..."
She nodded and sat back on his bed, idly fixing the covers while he switched to the track and put it on solo repeat. The bells started back up, the singer joining in seconds later. He stopped at the edge of the bed, staring down at her, the music providing the ambiance he had originally wanted.
Her fingers fiddled together slightly when he still didn't move. She looked up at him, uncertainty hitting her. A hand finally inched out, palm up, as she shuffled back to make more space for him. He remained there quietly for heartbeats more before slowly sitting on his legs in front of her. He kept staring at her, eyes serious, but soft...unnerving. Hands rested in his lap and her empty hand fell to her legs.
He hadn't said a word since he reset his playlist, the singer doing the job for him. Her eyes remained attached to his, ears given to the laptop. Her emotions overtook her, squeezed her chest, made it hard to breathe. The air left forgotten in her lungs until it demanded fresh and she gulped it. Tears moved her vision, only clearing when she finally blinked.
Those tracks got him to move. A hand slowly rose and cupped her cheek, thumb swiping the liquid off her face. He remained silent, not knowing what to say or how to say it...or if he even needed to say it. He wanted to, really wanted to. He wanted to profess everything to her, wanted to hope it would be okay. He trusted her, liked to think he knew her well enough to give her those words to hold close. To nurture whenever she could.
But nothing left his lips.
His touch didn't help her to calm down. Her chin trembled again, everything increasing as he slowly pulled her to his lap. Her arms latched onto his neck, feeling his go around her waist just as tightly. She mentally apologized, screamed at herself, pleaded with his patience, and dared think something of a similar level back at him. None of it left her lips.
We can take it slow
If that's the way you wanna go
He listened to her try to control herself, heart going out to her. He pressed her against him to comfort her, to try and take everything himself. One hand rubbed her back a few times before gently grasping an arm and pulling her back to face him. She thankfully went, wiping her tears with her eyes averted. He ducked his head to her field of vision to get her to look at him, though she didn't keep his eyes for long. They darted to him and away, like she was forcing herself to look at him, but unable.
A small smile appeared as his hands came up and cupped her face. His lips slowly descended, finally speaking to her with all the softness that he could give.
She choked a cry into his mouth, hands moving to harshly press him to her. He responded in kind and kissed her much more insistently, hands roaming up the back of his shirt, feeling her skin.
She couldn't speak anything with as much as her throat had closed up, but she hoped he would understand if she showed him. Just for now...perhaps she would take time later to think up the proper words to give to him. Perhaps then, she would be able to let him say something back to her without reacting like this. Something she had a feeling he very much wanted to say.
She pulled her mouth away to rub her nose along his chin. His head angled back to give her better access and she kissed his neck, feeling him twitch a little beneath her and harshly swallowed. The feelings she had been battling with for however many track repeats mingled with much sweeter emotions and were overtaken. A hand ran down his chest. "Adrien...touch me...h – how you wanted to earlier. To this song. Please."
How could he refuse a request like that? His eyes peeked open, not seeing anything. The flame for her kindled and started burning on low all over again at what she was insinuating. He pulled back, hands lightly gripping her shoulders. "Lay down." He nearly whispered, everything taking hold of his emotions and throwing them at her. His feelings escaped through his eyes, his lust pushing to be first in line. "I'll help you..."
He moved her off him onto her back on his bed. Her heart lurched with anticipation as his arms straddled her sides, his eyes roaming her body when she wished his hands would. Her fingers twitched to be useful, but she forced herself from reaching out. She had told him to touch her like he wanted...perhaps this was part of it?
He locked eyes with hers, finding her needing him already. He stopped just out of the range of her mouth, seeing how unsure she was at what he planned on doing. As if he even had plans. "You're so beautiful..." He whispered, shifting his weight to one arm. The free one rose and stroked the side of her face down to her collarbone, eyes following it.
His touch was light, gentle. She listened to his praises, heart flip-flopping as he ignited emotions while the song added kindling. She arched into his touch when his hand graced her face again, nuzzling his fingers.
"I could stare at you like this forever to this song and be perfectly content." He murmured, partially to himself. His lips tilted a little, eyes softening. He watched his fingers flitter across skin that peeked past the collar, finally going and undoing a button. His lips covered the space in the barest of kisses, following suit down every button she had put back together.
Her head had fogged over well before he was half done, trying to keep from touching him. She wanted him to do whatever he wanted to her, to take in what he had wanted to show her. It made her heart weep at his care, at the level she had yet to experience with him. They had always been so desperate for each other to the point of aggressive. She didn't mind it, but this sudden change was just as nice...no, nicer.
His lips brushed past every inch of skin, not staying in one spot long enough in order to worship the rest of her. He wanted to do as she asked, happy to do so. He had waited so long to speak of his feelings. It had been a long year of building everything and an even longer two months of being taken away from her for her work and his. He had this moment and he intended on making it something pleasant for her to keep with her, to think about whenever they were apart and busy.
He rested over her, arms on either side of her head. He captured her lips in a slow kiss, rocking over her just enough to bring things up a notch. She cried out into his mouth and it was a fight to stay true to his original intention. She breathed his name into his mouth and he returned hers to her. His fingers found some of her hair and stroked it idly, feeling okay to just kiss her like this for a while.
She was going to die in the best way possible. He ignited everything with that one touch and she felt him so clearly through the pants he still had on. She really wanted him to lose them, but she wanted him to keep doing this, too. She needed him already, wanted him to up the level somehow.
She pulled away, chest heaving. "Adrien...p – please... Please touch me again." A trembling hand found his face, thumb going over his lips. "I need you...so badly. I'm sorry...I just...I can't wait... Please. Touch me. Kiss me. Everything. Please."
He stared at the pleading in her eyes before nodding and slowly shifted off her. He stared at her, finding expectant eyes on him as he pulled the pants off. She licked her lips and he watched a hand move for him. He tossed the pants somewhere, eyes never leaving her.
His arms stopped near her head again and she stared at him slightly wide-eyed, eyes darting to the muscles that held him above her, that kept him from moving down to cover her. She was cold and the heat he produced was more than enough for the two of them.
Her hand moved to grasp him, but he clasped her wrist and kept her from doing so. "Not yet..." He breathed, letting her go. Her arm fell back at her side and he floated over her. His face inched down, torso following. "Just wait a little longer... Just a bit more..."
Teeth bit her lip, anticipation practically killing her as he neared at a snail's pace. She trembled against everything he was causing without actually doing anything. Her hands came up to her chest, gulping air when his mouth was close enough to touch. She was captured by the depth of dark green, unable to tear her eyes away from the look he was ravishing her with. That he caressed her with.
A knee slowly nudged one one of her thighs apart and she went willingly. His waist lowered, quickly exhaling when he touched her just barely. She arched into him, but he moved away until she rested on the bed. He touched her chest to his, arms somewhat wrapping around her head as he settled a little closer.
She squirmed under him, more than frustrated that he stopped just outside and made no move to enter her. "Please, Adrien!" She begged, arms going around his neck. "Please! I can't take it!"
His lips tilted, mouth going near her ear. "I love it when you say those words." He nudged her again. The words that he immediately wanted to say were stuck in the last thread of rational thought that he possessed. He mentally weighed them for a second before coming to agreeance. "I love everything about you."
He entered her as he said those words, but she hardly heard him. She cried out, thankful he didn't move in her. It was too much, but it was not enough.
One word pierced the veil and her eyes teared again. She clutched him to her, trying to take deep breaths. "S – say...that again..." She timidly begged, temple against his. "I...want you to tell me...Adrien..."
And I want you to know me too
Tears came to his eyes at some form of acceptance. The amount of emotional weight could have crushed his chest alone.
He moved out just enough to shift back again, hearing her cry out. "I love the noises you make." He moved again. "I love how you feel around me." Another slow thrust. "I love how amazing you are."
She ate up his words as much as she did his movements. She whimpered, hips shifting to feel him as far as she could, legs widening to accommodate him. He threw praises her way with each slow arch of his hips before he found her lips. Her hands dove into his hair at how he seemed in no hurry. She didn't want him to be, but she needed him to be.
He described so many things that she was, that one word in every sentence. He moved in time with his words, her noises scraping his brain raw. He tortured the both of them after a heavy first round, trying to keep these moments much more precious than any of the others so far.
He had to be running out of things about her to talk about and she felt like he was edging around his original intent. She wanted to hear the exact phrase. Her heart demanded it; told her it would all be okay.
She slowly pushed his face back, staring at him as he had to her earlier. "Adrien," She panted, trying to keep her eyes open, "tell me. Please. I want you to whisper it in my ear. Please."
He paused, trying to catch his breath. He stared at her for what felt like forever, chest tightening at the strength in her eyes. He had feared it would be too much, that she might reject that one thing he desperately wanted to say, but she was proving him wrong. Her eyes told him outright that she wanted it, as she had wanted all those other things he loved about her.
He nodded, his mouth at her ear as she asked, moving in her again. "You...Marinette. I love you... Just you... All of you. Everything about you."
Baby you can use my love
As long as you stay with me
She wrapped her legs around him, arms clenching him to her. She didn't know what she'd feel when she finally heard that, but it took hold of her and clobbered her over the head. It was on the tip of her tongue to reply in kind, but she held back. A hand ran through his hair in reassurance, cheek rubbing against his.
"Please...finish this. Finish me, Adrien... I want you to. Say that again when you come. I want to hear it from you again."
He sped up immediately, hearing her cry out. His arms clutched at her for leverage, pushing harder, faster. His feelings raged at the thought of being able to roam free, at how she set them free. He never thought it would feel as glorious as it had, but he regretted nothing. He was happy he said something...glad she was okay with him saying it.
She clamped around him, nails digging into his shoulders as she choked his name and begged him to keep it up. She pleaded for him to go even faster, as if he weren't already going fast enough. He tried to do what she wished, wanting it as well. His lips found her ear, sucking on a lobe around an earring. He toyed with it as the end crept through his skin, taking hold of his blood.
The breath hitched in his throat and he quickly rested over her stomach, doubling over as he came.
"M – Marinette...I l – love you... I love you...so much." His hands clenched in her hair, fingers twitching. "I love you, Marinette. I love you. Everything. Everything about you. I love you."
She didn't think words could sound so sweet as the breathy ones he choked into her ear. The absolute, raw emotion in his voice, the total devotion could have shattered her heart into a million pieces.
As it was, it certainly doubled her faithfulness to him.
She let him catch his breath, fingers going through sweaty locks when he didn't move after a moment. He remained frozen like that long after their minds returned with the cold.
He still didn't shift over her, his breathing now slow.
She gently pushed him away and he went. His eyes were subdued and she put both hands on his cheeks to get him to look at her. He went and uncertainty ran rampant as he stared at her. Her fingers stroked the sweat at his temples, a soft smile appearing. "Thank you..." She breathed, eyes kind. "Thank you."
His throat closed, eyes tearing. His jaw clenched as he gave a choppy nod, shoulders relaxing as he kept her eyes. She didn't look away from him for a second, showing only acceptance and happiness at such heartfelt admissions.
His lips found hers, brushing over them. "I love you." He breathed, feeling comfortable saying it now. After so many times of telling her in his head, it was long overdue. He kissed her briefly before pulling away. The need to say those words again took hold of him and he couldn't stop. "I love you, Marinette..." His lips tilted.
She kissed him, eyes tearing as she did so. She let them fall, hand on the back of his head so he couldn't get away. "Yes." She pulled away, fingers stroking his cheek. "Thank you."
She didn't say anything back and a small thread hoped she would. She only repeated her gratitude and he figured he'd have to take that as something right now. The doors had been opened for a while, but he walked finally through after all this time.
Now he had to wait for her to join him.
He didn't know how long that would be, but he feared months would pass before he would get those three words. His heart clenched in anticipation at that day, wondering when it would be. He knew he would have to content himself with telling her for his own greediness, to hope for that look in her eyes with that smile.
He moved from her and wiped her clean again, buttoning up his shirt on her torso for her. He found the bottoms and put them back on. He left the song to play as he climbed into bed with her, pulling her to his chest.
He was warm, his comforter snug around them. Everything from the evening ran through her, but she rejected nothing. There was a sense of solidity there and she liked it, was glad for it. A small piece fit without her even knowing it would. She clasped his hand with a yawn, idly wondering what time it was before they both passed out.
As long as you stay with me
Stay with me
ATB
Song 1:youtube com/watch?v=9cBWki9jPD4, Stay with me
Song 2:youtube com/watch?v=g3jO_WZKjTQ, Arms wide open
Song 3: youtube com/watch?v=qN35jdgdPDE, A place like you
