Everything hurt. Especially her legs. Part of her lower back wasn't much better. She only really became aware as consciousness poked at her with help from the sunlight coming through the curtains Adrien forgot to close.
Just when they finally had time to sleep in, he forgot!
She groaned and winced when she shifted. It was going to be hell today unless she took another steaming hot shower and something to deal with the soreness. If she wasn't already extensively comfy and warm enough as it was, she might have considered actually moving to do that.
As it was, there was nothing shy of a ten thousand Euro order that would get her away from his side right now.
"I love you. Everything. Everything about you. I love you."
Her lips twitched, fingers flattening over his torso. He slept on and she stared at the light streaming into his room. An arm was around her hip, having fumbled past the fabric that tried to cover her and found the curve of her waist. She liked the feel and shifted slowly so that it remained there.
She propped her head up and stared at tousled hair, long lashes, barest traces of stubble, and that chiseled jaw of his. He was perfect in every way and even flaws were good on him. He looked gorgeous and she stared at him, letting his words and last night run through her head. Her heart fluttered, even as the rest of her burned.
A hand came out on its own accord, feeling lonely without his skin near, and ran across his jaw. Blue eyes followed her fingertips, lips in a soft smile. She watched him twitch and shift, but remain asleep. Her head dipped to his chest, lightly kissing his heart and feeling it slowly thud under her lips.
All she could say was "thanks" and it felt cheap, unworthy, but she wanted to respond with something. She didn't want to leave him hanging out there without anything safe to land on. She made a mental promise when she had moments away from him to really think about how she felt so she could articulate the right words and back them up with the proper feelings.
He deserved that at the very least.
She rested her chin on the hands over his chest, moving in time with his breathing. She almost wanted to say something back, but...what could she say? Her feelings only tripped over themselves and made themselves useless as she tried to pick one. She only became flustered when she tried to think and trapped in everything as she kept staring at him, as he slept on through her distress.
He was so special to her. He was kind, compassionate, funny, sexy, handsome, smart, talented, hard-working, and he treated her with the utmost respect. He was so similar to her in the most random of ways and their banter was fun. They poked fun at each other and made fun of each other half of the times they were together. Whenever she had time in class or was working on something for someone, she often thought of him and wished she could be near him.
She sometimes worried that she wouldn't be able to hold up to the pedestal he had hoisted her to, let alone find him as he stood at the bottom and all but worshiped her. She wanted to though, even if she didn't know how to.
A hand exited the confines of her chin to touch his face again, causing him to stir a little again.
"You're so precious..." She whispered, thumb caressing his lips. Her eyes teared as the strength of her emotions encompassed her. "You're so precious to me that I can't even begin to describe it. I'm sorry that I can't find the words right now to give to you like you need...like you deserve."
His eyes fluttered open at the soft touch that tickled his face. His brain immediately kicked into gear at hearing a sniffle and he looked down to find swimming blue staring at him.
A hand rubbed his face to help him wake up. "Marinette? What's wrong?"
She suddenly sat up and threw the covers back, straddling his waist and plopping down on his chest again. Her arms wrapped around his head, hugging him as best as she could. She tried to steady her breathing at the tide which had suffocated her. Her head buried in his chest, finding the hollow near his neck.
Despite it a nice way to wake up, he was concerned at her behavior and worried his words were actually too much now that their heads had cleared. His lips pressed together, arms slowly going around her back to pin her to him. She said nothing and it did nothing to help reassure him. The harsh thump of her heart matched his.
She warred with herself, knowing he'd be more than happy with anything she gave. This was no time to chicken out when he should have heard any of this last night.
Her eyes hardened as she forcefully pushed herself to sit up, his hands resting near her hips. Shaking, clenched hands rested over his chest and she found unsure, concerned green meeting her. "I..." Teeth bit her lip. "You are...so p – precious...to me..." She managed, heart knocking against her ribcage. Her eyes softened, hand coming up at finding tears springing from his eyes. "So precious..." She stroked his cheek, getting a heavy kiss when her palm passed close enough.
She leaned closer, her chest constricting almost painfully. Her free hand went to it, clutching the shirt tightly. "I...adore you...Adrien. Y – you...mean...so much to me... I...I can't..." Her breathing grew choppy brow furrowing up as everything shoved her around. "These...feelings... I can't...the words...they won't..."
Tears dripped onto his chest from her, his own soaking his pillow. He watched her come unglued in a new way, face raging with things he didn't think he would hear so quickly. She didn't say exactly what he said, but it was more than enough to soothe the ache he had felt since she started going out with him after their first fumble.
He quickly sat up and fiercely hugged her, burying his head in her shoulder.
She returned the embrace, arms shaking as badly as his were. She sniffled, hearing to him copy her, a hand diving into his hair. "I'm sorry...I wish...there was m – more..." Tears fell from her cheeks, but she let them. Gloomy blue looked to his pillow. "I'm sorry... Th – this is...all I can figure out right now..."
His head shook, quickly pulling away to find her lips. He kissed her as hard and as passionately with everything he felt, what she instigated.
She returned the kiss, arms clutching at his neck. His tears mingled with hers, her feelings introducing themselves to him. He took everything she gave and she was glad he wasn't mad that she couldn't tell him she loved him just yet. She was happy he seemed to understand and accepted just this for now.
His forehead rested against hers as he tried to catch his breath. He didn't think it was possible to feel this alive, to need to touch her in reverence as much as he needed right now. "I love you, Marinette." He blurted out, softly kissing her. She returned it, hands floating to his cheeks. He copied her and stared into watery blue.
He slowly kissed her nose, mouth, darting to each cheek, and speeding up as the need to just touch her overtook him. His skin needed hers wrapped around him to feel complete.
Her eyes closed when his lips landed on each one, finally resting over her forehead. Her hands drifted to his shoulders, feeling his arms tense as he squeezed her. She couldn't reply in kind and thus stroked his hair.
His mouth rested over a shoulder, breathing in her smell. It calmed him a little, the strength of her hold giving him something to focus on and pull him from himself. The day had barely started and there actually was something he wanted to do today, with her. This wasn't it, even if it was heavenly.
"I love you..." He breathed, the words dripping from him on their own.
Her hand slowly went from the top of his head to his neck. She felt every inch that he connected with, nothing sexual about it at all. She needed to sit this close to him, to feel him as much as she could. She would be lonely without it. "I...like...hearing you say that." Her cheeks tinged, looking away shyly when he moved to stare at her. Her lips tilted in her discomfort, kicking herself for not saying it back. A hand went to her chest, eyes clouding over with her emotions. "It...feels...here is...it's so strong and..."
He smiled at her attempt to describe it. He took the hand clutching his shirt and kissed her knuckles softly. "If you like it, then I'll tell you as many times as you like, Mademoiselle."
She smiled and nodded, giving him one final kiss before looking to his desk. The clock red just past eight and she tsked at it. "It's too early!"
He grinned and let her shift off him. "It's still an acceptable time to wake up." Green glinted with mischief. "You're better than any alarm clock, in my opinion."
She swatted at his chest, getting laughter and stood to get away from him. The half-naked, sexy hair thing he had going on right now was dangerous and she wanted to do more than just roll around in bed with him!
Kind of...mostly...
His eyes flew down when she stretched and he forgot that he had hidden her underwear. His mouth instantly went dry at seeing the barest peeks of that perfect ass from under his shirt and he was out of bed in a second.
She gasped as his hands found her breasts through his shirt, throwing her against his back harshly. His breath was hot in her ear, powerful muscles around her arms. Her legs trembled, already too hot.
"Of course...I can think of another way to wake up for the day..." He murmured, licking the top of a lobe. "Being so early and all that..."
Her head fell against him, everything shaking. Thinking fogged over as she panted, feeling him rock against her lightly from behind. Her mouth went dry and air escaped her. "Y – you..." She stumbled away, hands grasping his desk to steady herself. She sent him a glare over her shoulder, impossibly red in the face and hardly able to stand from his actions. A shaking finger pointed at him. "You...you... Food. I need food. And drink. And bathroom time."
His grin turned roguish as he practically stalked her the short distance. His arms propped himself up on the desk, trapping her within them. She shrank from him, but lust escaped her gaze, matching his. "That's what you get for not putting on the rest of my pajamas." He mused, ignoring her pout. His hands moved and clutched her behind, shoving her against him. One hand yanked a thigh up near his hip as he pushed against her, hearing her cry out. His lips found an ear, tongue flicking out. "Next time...you might want to consider covering up that perky little ass of yours. It's too enticing..."
She was about ready to let him throw her on his bed, damned be the rest of the day, when he stepped away and went right for the bathroom without another word. She gaped as the door clicked shut and stomped her foot in frustration, growling as she did so. "Ass!" She shouted in Mandarin, hearing laughter from the bathroom. Her teeth grit as she glared daggers at the wall, having half a mind to go in there and turn him around as much as he had her.
Her arms tightly crossed over her chest as she took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down now that he was away from her.
"One of these days, Monsieur, I'm going to get you back and good." She darkly vowed, scowling at his bed. Her head suddenly tilted. "Of course, if I'm this sexy in half your pjs, lingerie wouldn't do much good, now would it?"
There was no way to pay him back the amount of frustration that he always leveled on her when she could tempt him with his own clothes. That wasn't very sexy in her mind, but it did him in. Her lips scrunched up before an evil idea hit and horns practically sprouted from her head.
She needed to be fast and get this done now, before he was presentable and went with. She hurried for her pants from the club and threw them on, ignoring how they felt and snagged her shoes. She left his pajama top on and grabbed her shirt before hurrying to the door. "I'm going to go change!" She loudly called out, hurrying with the lock on the door. "I'll be outside in about twenty minutes for food!"
He didn't even have time to finish shaving the rest of his other cheek to exit the bathroom before the sound of a door slammed. He hurried out to find her gone...her underwear still sitting near his laptop.
A brow rose as he looked to the only exit, confusion mounting. She sounded rushed for some reason and he didn't know why, but he shrugged and headed to the sink to finish up so he could get something to wear and meet her downstairs before too much more time passed.
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"If I'd have known you were going to wear that, I would have requested to come with you so I could tear it back off you."
She giggled, knowingly smiling as she let his eyes mentally take off the outfit she had on. She smirked and sidled up to him, hands behind her back in order to puff out her chest. "Does that mean you like it, Monsieur?"
He growled and resisted the urge to drag her back up to his room. He glared at her, hands twitching to grab her waist and yank her to him. "You're doing this on purpose."
She smirked, eyes narrowing. "And how." A finger came up and traced up his neck, flicking his nose. "Just a little pay-back for turning me upside down this morning, Monsieur." Her grin turned evil. "Are you going to be okay to go get food?"
He was not okay the second he watched her walk up to him in...that! Long-sleeved, red, neckline so low it went into her ribcage. She had no bra on, but it was kind of impossible to wear it with the center of her cleavage showing itself to him. The only thing that kept her from falling out of that wanna-be shirt were the ties she had zig-zagged up to the top.
Though the strings were much too open for his comfort level.
The short shorts she had on made her legs that much longer, the boots hoisting her up enough to give his neck a rest. She had a jacket in her hand, purse over a shoulder. Her hair was wild around her shoulders, her makeup just enough to accent her eyes to make her lashes look thicker.
Judging by how she was acting, she knew exactly what she was doing when she picked out that top. She knew he wouldn't be able to stop staring at her, as would the rest of the male population, unless he could convince her to go upstairs and change. The last thing he wanted was half of Paris ogling his girlfriend.
He leaned close to her, mouth claiming hers in a searing kiss. She reacted in kind, hands squeezing the light jacket he had on. He looked nice as always and she didn't know who would have a harder time being in front of the other after a night like last night.
He still won out for the suffering though.
He would have to sit in front of her the entire time, eyes on the space of skin between her shirt, and be unable to touch her in public. She knew he wouldn't dare and she broke the kiss with a smile which wouldn't leave. She practically cackled against his mouth, hearing his growl. "How bout we get going then?" She suggested, taking a step away and swinging her hips as she started off for the nearby cafe.
He was stone as she moved with more sway than he knew was necessary and it was probably all part to destroy him.
Not that she needed to do much...
He sucked in a deep breath to calm down lest he make a huge fool of himself and hurried to catch up. An arm snaked around her waist and trapped him at his side before they could reach the edge of the street. "Torture me all you want, Marinette." He lightly bit her ear, getting a gasp. "I'll return the favor tonight. With interest."
She shivered, heat already building between her legs, but mentally steeled herself. She wasn't going to lose to him!
She pushed off his chest, a finger swiping across it. She gave a sweet smile, eyes playful. "I look forward to it, Monsieur." She took a step back for the edge of the sidewalk. "We'll see who can best whom today, huh?"
His jaw clenched as she bowed just enough to draw his eyes to her breasts. His tongue darted out over his lips and he had no doubt he might have to cut this day short in order to deal with her!
She turned without a care in the world, fingers beckoning him over her shoulder. "Now...about that food..."
She was erotic without really needing to be, but to see her outright tempting him to pull her into the nearest corner was like an high he immediately needed more of for as long as possible. He watched her walk away from him, wondering who would end up killing the other first. His lips curled, mind suddenly full of all of the ways he could mess her up as badly as she had just done to him. He shoved all the ideas to the back burner, legs propelling him to catch up to her side.
His siren was calling after all.
Marinette's outfit inspiration: amazon com/Blooming-Jelly-Womens-Bandage-Sleeve/dp/B0175YMPZQ?th=1
