MariPOV:
What the fuck
What the fuck
What the FUCK
I stare at Adrien, or Chat. Both. I don't know.
I can't decide how to react.
"Marinette say something."
"Detransform." I manage to say. He stares at me confused for a moment. "Before someone sees you."
"Claws out."
I watch the green light swirl around his arms and legs and over his face. It's real.
"Now we can be together all the time. We don't have to worry about anything." Adrien reaches for my hand. I pull it away, still completely unattached to anything going on. "Marinette we'll be okay. As long as we're together." He sounds like he's trying to convince me. Not that he's doing a good job.
I look around for a place to go. I just need to think. I need to be away from Chat.
Stupid fucking boat.
How did I not realize they were the same person sooner. They have the same smile, the same eyes, everything. They even act the same sometimes.
"Come on Mari. We're the perfect team...say something.
"Not anymore." I turn away from him, unable to meet his eyes. I don't want to wait and hear what he has to say. He's naive and I don't need to listen to his childish excuses. I walk off towards the door to the party.
I enter the main room. It's crowded with others. I hold back tears as I make my way through the crowd.
"Marinette!"
I turn around. Andrea is waving me over to a group of other girls. I sigh and push my way through the crowd, joining them at their table.
"These are my friends, Alysia, Ella, Lily and Gwen." Andrea says in French. The other girls smile.
"Wow, French? So exotic." One of them says.
"We're making our way back to land soon." Andrea tells me.
"Oh so soon? How sad." I lie.
"Glad you're having fun. Where's Adrien by the way?"
"I don't know." I rub my arms.
"He's probably hanging out with some guys. He'll meet us back home or something." Andrea pokes me with her elbow. "Have some fun. Have a drink."
"I'm underage here." I explain.
"We're in international waters or something. Anything is legal. Have at least one." She takes a glass from a waiter's tray and hands it to me.
Might be best to be a little shitfaced right now.
"Okay."
"WOOHOO!" The ground warps underneath me and my foot slips from the stairs beneath me.
"Careful." Andrea laughs and pulls me forward.
"That wuz a funnn party," My words slur together.
"Come on, out of the limo, I'll take you home." Andrea walks me down the path and to the garage.
"Where's Adrien?" I look around. The sudden movement of my head sends me sideways.
Andrea doesn't answer my question she only pushes the door open.
"Oh good she was with you."
I toss my heels on the ground.
Another set of hands helps me up the stairs.
"Kitty," I hold his hand for a moment before tripping over the steps in front of me.
"I've got her Andrea. Thank you." Adrien says. He brings me up the rest of the stairs.
At this point I still haven't decided how I feel towards Adrien. Not that I'm in the right mind for thinking. He helps me up the steps in silence, acting as if nothing happened. Maybe it didn't maybe I'm just so hot for Chat that I making things up.
I sound stupid trying to convince myself it was fake.
It certainly wasn't.
Should I say something?
Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. Not just because I'm drunk, but also because, well...what is there to say?
I love you?
I think that's pretty obvious.
We come to the top of the stairs. Adrien's hand comes off my waist so that he can open the door. Now that I'm with him alone I don't feel as carefree anymore. He's walking on eggshells, one wrong thing from him and I might lose it, whether I want to or not. We're both keeping a steady job at keeping our emotions inside. Not the most healthy of relationships.
I reflect on this past year. We didn't end right when we dated as Ladybug and Chatnoir. Chatnoir and Marinette don't seem to be going to good right now. Adrien and Marinette was as fake as a three dollar bill. No matter how hard we try… I can't see this ending well.
On one hand he was the perfect boyfriend and he treated me so well, but, on the other hand he manipulated me like a puppet. I turn over the railing and vomit up the contents of my stomach.
Still Adrien says nothing.
He pulls the door opens and waits for me to enter.
Something about this feels like a trap. It's hard for me to look at Adrien the same way anymore. He was so sweet. I know the moment I enter the loft something will happen. I can't tell if it will be bad or good. I go in anyways. I'm in no state to escape or run away.
The door closes behind me, and then there is silence. No sound of Adrien walking away. I refuse to turn around. Ignoring it hasn't made me less angry, but it hasn't made it worse.
I let my hair down, it's been up all night and my scalp is aching. I toss the hair tie onto the couch.
"Marinette we still need to talk about this."
The break in the silence makes me wince. I don't say anything, maybe to test his patience.
"I'm serious." He re-enforces. I turn only enough to face the wall not enough to face him. No less I can see him in my peripheral vision.
I want to scream, curse him. Couldn't he make this easier for me?
"I don't want to." I finally say.
"I don't care." He says. For the first time he becomes stern with me. His voice is flat and monotonous. I grind my teeth.
"I'm not ready to talk about it." I stare at him. I can tell that he's realised my anger. He backs down ever so slightly.
"Please. I made a mistake." He states the obvious.
"That feels like an understatement." I jab at him. I immediately regret it.
"I-I know you're angry." He swallows hard and loud. I don't need to say anything to that. Anyone could tell by the tenseness of my body.
"I'm sorry." He runs a hand through his hair.
"I've heard that before." I look at the ground, suddenly upset that I let this happen.
How did we get here?
He flinches.
Is this my fault too. For letting this go on.
My fingernails bite into the palm of my hand.
Fuck.
"Marinette, we, we can't end this. Please don't end this." He steps towards me. His eyes beg for forgiveness.
Could I end this? Am I capable?
"I… I have nothing to say to you right now. I need to think Adrien. You haven't given me any time to think." I cross my arms over my body, making myself smaller.
I stare at the floor, trying to hide the tears and coerce them back.
I know that if I were to look at him I might feel nothing but love.
Oh god, I do love him. His eyes, his hair, his hands, his voice, his lips.
"I wish we were normal." He says.
We can be tonight.
AdrienPOV:
OH god! What have I done.
I don't really take a moment to register our conversation.
I messed up again. I watch her, oppositely I can't take my eyes off her.
I stare at her, while my mind is racing, but generally the main point is that we can't break up.
Please don't end things.
I think the thought so many times it's almost as if I'm trying to beg her telepathically.
God my heart aches.
It physically aches. I can't bear to watch her stand there so angrily, but I can't look away.
She stops looking at the floor and her eyes dart to me. The eye contact is unmistakable, there is no way she's looking at something else. She takes a few shy steps towards me. I can still see the pain inside. She studies me. Eyeing me over, trying to see the resemblance between Chat and I.
The look she gives me is pain, but also seductive.
Finally she takes my hand and places it on her cheek. It feels almost as though I've been forgiven. Though I know I haven't been.
I lean towards her and she leans back. I decide that I won't make anymore advancements. She's already been forgiving enough and she doesn't owe me anything. Yet I owe her everything.
I don't say anything. It seems as though this could be ruined very quickly. Our relationship is fragile.
Her eyes are blank now. I narrow mine trying to find emotion. Before I can probe to deep he lips smash into mine, violently but pleasantly. At the moment, any contact with her would be pleasant. She doesn't even hesitate. Her tongue caresses mine. I want to say something, but I don't want to stop. I kiss her back. Her hands pull me down towards her. Our bodies move together. I move with all the pent up love I've been holding back, while she moves with eagerness. Gently she pushes me, signing for a breath.
"Take of your shirt." She says between breaths. I do. And when she decides it's too slow she starts unbuttoning it for me. Her fingers work away until she can slide it off my arms. She stares for a moment before taking the bottom of her dress and pulling it over her head. Her ribs poke out slightly beneath her skin as she stretches to pull it over her head.
I haven't even finished admiring her beauty before her lips are back on mine. It feels different without the mask. Very freeing.
My hands rest on her waist, hers are firm on the back of my neck. Her chest presses up against mine. A slight whimper emerges from my mouth. I step back so my body hits the door.
I pick her up, she straddles my waist. I hold back a groan. I carry her to the bedroom as she nips at my neck. I set her down on the bed and take a moment to look at her. She doesn't give me even ten seconds. She pulls my arm down so that I'm on top of her.
She reaches behind her to undo her bra. I help her take it off. She tosses it.
No matter how many times I see her naked, I can't help but be stunned. I dip my head down to caress and kiss her chest. She moans before clasping a hand over her mouth. I can tell exactly when she realises we don't have to be quiet. We aren't in the room over her parents anymore. I grin at that.
I watch her take her underwear off.
I can see her wetness, and when I lower a hand, I can feel the heat between her legs.
I insert two fingers. She eyes me and bites her lip.
Slowly I begin to pump them in and out.
She squirms slightly on the white bedspread. I swallow hard. I kiss her breast again and begin to move faster.
"T-that's good." Mari says through rough breaths. It relaxes me to hear her voice again. I use my thumb to stimulate her clit, the beginning of a scream exits her mouth before she muffles it.
"D-don't." I tell her. I want to hear her beautiful sounds. She obliges. He moans make me weak. "Harder." She commands me. I find a faster rhythm and push as deep as I can go. My knuckles stop my fingers from going harder.
Marinette squirms and squeezes her knees together.
I start to slow down, but Mari takes hold of my wrist. Her eyes tell me to keep going. I continue. I can feel her coming close.
"Harder." She growls. I curve my fingers slightly more until I feel the sweet release. Her walls tighten and tense up. Her hands are curled as she grabs onto the sheets.
She calls out my name as she cums.
"A-adrien…" She crys. She doesn't waste much time before unzipping my pants. She crawls towards me. She slides my pants over my hips, and then my boxers. I blush. I feel so exposed without my mask. I can't hide any more. She doesn't seem to mind though. I don't know how that makes me feel.
"Can I-"
I don't even let her finish what she's going to say.
"Yes."
He mouth brushes my tip and then she licks up my shaft.
My knees fall weak. I stand before her as she kneels on the bed. Quickly she begins to bob her head, faster and faster. My hand instinctively rests on her hair. She continues to go quicker and deeper. I want the pleasure to last but I can't hold back.
"Mari-" I don't even get to warn her before I cum in her mouth.
She doesn't look shocked, and her eyes are a bit watery. I watch her swallow it. She wipes her mouth and looks me in the eyes. Somehow she's acting like everythings okay.
Dear God I hope i'm not taking advantage of her!
She doesn't seem distressed, but maybe we should stop until we've figured things out.
"Chaton." She snaps me back.
"M-"
"Make me cum again." She spreads her legs for me. I tug at my lip with my teeth. The temptation inside me urges me forward.
"Fuck me," She begs, "Hard."
"I don't have a-"
"Doesn't matter."
My ability to make the right decision is lost. I crawl towards her and gently press my dick against her.
"Kitty." She says before rocking against me. Carefully I enter her. She doesn't take much time to adjust and instead grinds against me. I take the cue and join her rhythm. The way she moves is urgent and almost violent. I can't tell if her cries are of pleasure or of pain. SHe puts a hand on my chest and I slow down.
I watch her face away from me before getting on her hands and knees.
"Again." She commanded.
"Princess, am I hurting you?" I stare at her.
"Please, Chaton." She doesn't exactly answer my question. He back arches.
"Mari I-"
"I want you inside me. Every inch." She looks back to me. I choke on my saliva. I've never seen her like this. If feel confused...but so fucking aroused.
I do as she asks. I enter her again, she pushes back all the way down. She moans loudly and places a hand out on the headboard for support. We start a fast rhythm, moving harder each second.
"FUCK!" She cries out. She pulls her hair back away from her face. I reach out and take it from her. She moans louder.
Every time I pump in I tug her hair ever so gently. I mentally thank Andrea for our own separate room. The sound of her ass clapping against my skin is intoxicating.
I feel her cum around my dick, I keep going until she rides out her orgasm.
"I'm going to cum," I say as I feel myself coming close. I get ready to pull out.
"Cum inside me." She says. Her voice is stern but quiet, as she is still riding out her orgasm.
I let go of her hair and brush it to the side before kissing the back of her neck.
I press into her one last time before cumming inside her warmth.
I listen as Mari lets out a little sound of satisfaction before getting up to go get clean. Her makeup is smudged and her hair is restless. I watch her slip into the bathroom without saying anything and again with no emotion. It leaves me feeling uneasy.