A/N: It's been a long time coming - pun intended, though given the hour and how sluggish my brain is, I've probably used it before. Enjoy this chapter for Valentine's Day, or whenever you have the chance to read it.

Warning for new followers, this is M rated for a reason. The rest of you, you know what's coming, ahem, I mean what's about to happen in general terms ;)


Chapter Fifteen

Chat Noir paused in his swagger and the belted tail of his costume flicked. The muscles in his leather clad back worked as he slowly turned to place his hands on the doorframe of Marinette's bedroom. Those ebony covered biceps bulged as he leant his weight on his arms, inclining his upper body into the room. Green feline eyes twinkled with mischief as they slowly perused Marinette's sheet covered form. Those wicked lips pulled into a cheeky smirk. "I suck you say."

Crossing her arms while carefully keeping the sheet in place, Marinette gave him an assertive look meant to challenge. "Yep. Totally."

A single masked eyebrow rose with intrigue. He upped the ante. "Yet you've never complained about it when my head is between your legs."

The burn of a deep blush consumed Marinette's entire face. With a low growl, she snatched up the pillow he'd been using earlier and threw it. Chat Noir easily sidestepped the flying object while laughing. "Am I so offensive?"

"Yes," she snapped although there wasn't a lot of conviction behind it, just embarrassment.

"Why? It's not like I'm going to go and brag about our bedroom jaunts. That's between the two of us and always will be." Although he lifted a clawed finger and pointed it at her in a circling motion, "I wasn't the one who clued in Alya. Who was that, hmm, let me think…"

"Oh, quiet you." Marinette grumbled. "Alya's far too perceptive and knows exactly how to read me, hence why she knows we're dating and sleeping together.

Chat Noir tossed his head to flick his wild locks from his eyes. "Then how does me answering your phone cause so much angst?"

"Because I don't like keeping things from her. She's absurdly astute and will know I'm hiding something from her."

Leaning a shoulder on the doorframe, Chat crossed one ankle over the other. "Avoiding her is more likely to tip her off that something is amiss."

Marinette huffed out a breath, blowing a stray hair from her face. "I know but I just…I want to tell her the truth but I don't know how."

"How about this: 'Hi Alya and Nino, it's great to see you. As you know, Adrien and I are seeing each other, and he's so utterly distracting and gorgeous that I can't keep my hands off him. Oh, and by the way, because he's so delectable we're also expecting a baby."

The second pillow came flying at Chat Noir which he didn't bother to dodge. He merely ducked his head and watched it smack into his chest before hitting the floor. Followed by Marinette's shriek, "We can't say that!"

"Why not? Have I downplayed my irresistible charm and good looks? Should I suggest that I've tied you to the bedframe and had my continuous wicked way with you? Hmm," he tapped a clawed finger against his chin, "now there's something we haven't tried."

Marinette glanced at the bedhead then back to Chat Noir. "No rope, but I'm okay with scarves or ribbons."

Chat shoved off the wall with his shoulder, his tongue flicking out briefly to wet his upper lip. "What about your yoyo? You could tie me up with that."

"We're getting off track."

"I know but we've touched on a personal fantasy of mine. Remember that time when you caught me with your yoyo string and I was hanging upside down from a lamp pole and I tried to kiss you? You dropped me on my head but I've fantasied about how that could have played out for years."

"I don't think Tikki would be particularly eager for me to utilise my yoyo in such a fashion." Marinette pointed out.

Stalking forward, Chat Noir eased back into the room and sat on the end of the bed. His voice was almost a whisper, "She can't do much about it if you're already transformed."

Tikki's voice sounded from the lounge room. "I heard that."

Cat ears swivelled at the sound. "Consider it training in escapism."

"Except you don't want to escape." The red kwami added.

Chat Noir shrugged as he admired his lady's face. "I can't deny that. Perhaps lessons in how to endure unspeakable torture," again his voice lowered as he leaned closer to Marinette, "of the passionate carnal kind."

Tikki spoke up with a touch of sass. "I need more macarons."

"Done," Chat chuckled.

Blue eyes rolled. "Now if you're quite done stirring up my kwami, we need to discuss what we're going to say to Alya and Nino tonight."

With a sigh, Chat Noir sprawled on the mattress beside her. "Marinette, we don't need a game plan here. Alya and Nino are our friends. Just tell them what you're comfortable saying. They'll understand us being out of touch. Remember how little we saw of them when they first starting having sex? I thought I'd offended Nino in some way because he was so slow in replying to my calls and text messages."

Marinette snorted in amusement. "Yeah, I do remember that. You called me in a flap, thinking you'd hurt his feelings when you had to ditch early from one of his DJ gigs because of your father."

"Little did I know that he was quite okay with me leaving because he finally got up the nerve to ask Alya if she wanted to check out his equipment store room."

They both looked at each other knowingly and sniggered. Marinette shook her head in amusement. "I think he just wanted to show her his equipment."

"Oh no, he wanted her to play with it."

"And here I was believing you were all innocent."

Chat Noir raised both his masked eyebrows. "I might have been naïve but I was also a teenage boy. Believe me I had a lot of dirty thoughts about you."

"You mean Ladybug."

"Who happens to be you."

Insecurity flashed across those blue eyes before she looked away. But Chat Noir was propping himself up and moving in before his lady could avoid him. A black gloved hand caught her chin. "Hey, I already told you that I didn't think of Marinette that way because I was in love with Ladybug. It doesn't mean my feelings are any less for you outside the mask."

"But…"

"No buts, in all honesty did you ever fantasise about me as Chat Noir as a teen?"

Marinette shook her head, her eyes darting away as if she were worried she'd upset him.

"I thought as much. However, I'll bet that you did imagine all sorts of dirty things you wanted to do to me as Adrien." He hoped the eagerness in his voice to know wasn't overly obvious.

Those blue eyes met his with a mixture of shyness and heat. "I did. A lot."

Moving in close, Chat Noir's voice was husky. "And now you have me, you can do all those wicked things to me. All you have to do is ask."

Marinette's face inched closer, her nose brushing against his. "But you're overdressed."

"And you said you needed to go to work today."

She let out a groan. "Ruin the mood why don't you?"

"I'm just repeating what you keep telling me. But hey, I might see you today. I've got a number of fittings scheduled. Maybe you can come to my change room and peel the clothes off my body."

"Tease," Marinette grumbled as she shoved him while rolling onto her back, throwing an arm over her eyes.

"I'm a tease?" he asked with lingering sarcasm. Then the touch of cool morning air was on her skin as the sheet was tugged away. "Here you are naked in bed without me and I'm the tease?"

"Yep," she uttered, not moving her arm away from her face.

"I'll show you a tease," he taunted with a clear grin in his voice.

The mattress creaked as Chat Noir prowled his way over her body. His warm breath caressed her belly and then his mouth was on her hipbone. That talented tongue licked up to her navel and then over to the opposite hip. His teeth grazed her skin causing the most delightful zing and Marinette opened her legs in the hope that he'd shift to lay between them. But no, Chat Noir padded up the bed, leaving a hand either side of her body as he tongued his way up the valley of her breasts and gently gnawed on her collarbones.

Lips whispered up her throat until he nipped her chin playfully. Her own lips puckered in waiting but Chat Noir merely skimmed around them to kiss her cheeks and eyelids. Then he sat back and ran his tongue along her jaw and down to the hollow of her throat. Opening her eyes, Marinette watched as Chat Noir hover over her torso, eyeing her breasts but not touching them.

"Proving me correct?" she all but snapped.

"Maybe," he answered with a quirk of his masked eyebrows. "Roll over."

Intrigued, Marinette did as he asked. That hot tongue of his licked from the base of her spine all the way to her hairline at her nape in one stroke and she let out a moan of appreciation.

"How long until you need to get to work?"

"About an hour."

"Then if you want me, we'll have to be quick about it." His words sent a thrill down her spine. "On your knees, milady."

Remaining face down, Marinette rose on her hands and knees.

"Plagg, claw in."

"Not again," the kwami whined as he zoomed out of the bedroom.

Adrien merely chuckled. "He should be used to this by now."

Marinette turned her head to watch Adrien shuck his clothes and crawl up behind her. Large hands encircled her waist as he knelt behind her and then the tip of his cock touched her wet heat, slowly rubbing against her.

"Hmm, you are eager, aren't you?"

"And you're sounding rather smug," Marinette retorted.

"I like knowing that you want me. That you yearn for me to be inside you again." While there was obvious pride in his voice, alongside it was evident wonder.

With his hold tight, all thoughts of responding were stolen away from Marinette as Adrien's cock pushed into her body. Her pussy was already primed for his entry and she gyrated her hips in invitation for him to continue. But the model didn't need any further coaxing. Instead he held firm as he pulled all the way out and thrust in again, over and over. Marinette gasped, taking the full length of his cock in almost punishing thrusts while he drove her towards the edge.

She was so wet she could hear the damp slap of their bodies as they came together each time. Adrien growled in primal satisfaction. "Is this how you've wanted me?" he called, "Deep within you, desperate to make you come, needing to hear you scream out my name. Or do you want me more dominant? Fisting your hair as I fuck you."

Marinette swallowed and her lust filled eyes cleared for a moment. "Fucking sounds meaningless. I want your feelings, Adrien. I want you to show me how much you love me."

His hands moved from her waist and crossed over her chest to hold her shoulders, pulling her up so she was sitting on his lap. Shifting to the side, Adrien turned her head so she could see him over her shoulder. "I love you more than life itself. Never doubt that. And I'll make love to you however you desire, soft and gentle or rough and hard. I just want to make you feel good, because that's what you do for me. In bed or out of it."

"You're making it awfully tempting to take a sick day." She purred while stroking the side of his face.

"Good. But I know how important work is to you, so we'd better finish."

Nodding, Marinette wrapped her arms up and around his nape as he continued to thrust into her from behind, now in a sitting position. Having learned from their prior romps, Adrien dropped his hand between her legs and stroked her clit until she was exclaiming his name like a chant. While his thrusts were shallow they were getting faster, the friction between them oh so sweet as they both found their crescendos.

Nibbling his lips against the shell of her ear, Adrien couldn't resist adding. "Now that's what I call a good start to the morning."


The model wasn't wrong. Marinette had a bounce in her step for most of the day. Well, with the exception of smelling someone's leftover tuna bake being reheated in the lunchroom which had her rushing to the toilets with her hand over her mouth. Damn, she hoped this morning sickness came to an end really soon.

By 3pm the morning rush of endorphins had well and truly left her. Weary eyes were trying to focus on the screen before her while Marinette did an inventory search for a particular patterned fabric. The need for sleep was tugging down her eyelids even as she reached for her cold cup of decaf. Damn, she missed coffee and caffeine in general.

In an effort to perk up, Marinette sent Adrien a quick text asking him to send her a funny meme to wake her up. Unfortunately, he didn't respond straight away and she remembered he was playing clotheshorse for most of the day. Some other lucky intern was probably smoothing out the non-existent wrinkles in his shirt today.

But even the spark of jealousy was fleeting. Especially when she was the only one Adrien allowed to stroke him all over, when naked. That had the designer grinning to herself. Half an hour later said model delivered on her request, and she cracked up at a Carapace meme of an actual turtle photoshopped in a mask with a witty quote. If only he knew that he'd just dissed Nino. Then again, he probably would have still sent it. Those guys loved dishing out on each other for a laugh.

Eventually the work day rolled to an end. Marinette was in the process of shutting down her computer when a blonde head popped over her cubicle partition. "Hey, need a ride home?"

Marinette beamed up at Adrien. "I wouldn't say no. Especially since it looks like it could rain."

"Plus, you have an important date with your best friends and extremely hot boyfriend which you cannot miss."

"Do I?" Marinette said with mock uncertainty as she tapped her finger against her chin. "I could have sworn I had something else important to do, like wash my hair."

"That can wait until tomorrow. Right now, we need to leave so we don't hit too much traffic." Adrien told as he rounded the partition and held out his hand to take her satchel bag.

"Okay bossy boots, lead away."

The model smirked as he leant down to her side and whispered. "You just want to admire the view of my fabulous ass."

"I will neither confirm nor deny that. I wouldn't want to pander to that big ego of yours."

Adrien slapped a hand over his heart. "Me-ouch."

"He says with a grin."

"What can I say, it's you. I can't help but smile."

Together they walked to the elevator bank and awaited one going down. They weren't alone as they stood chatting and Marinette noticed a number of heads turning their way. It wasn't the first time she had spoken to Adrien at work, however their easy-going banter was something new. Normally Marinette's conversations with the model were somewhat stilted and awkward. While the stuttering had vanished, the word vomit had sometimes come into play and anyone looking on during those times couldn't help but cringe. Yet Marinette wasn't the only intern to act that way, being star struck or more precisely Adrien-enthralled was common place.

There was a reason Adrien was the face of the Gabriel brand, and it wasn't simply because he was an Agreste. The man was male beauty personified. While Adrien playfully gloated about his looks to her in passing, he really didn't seem to understand just how attractive he was to the general populace. He was a living, breathing modern Adonis and by some miracle his heart was set on averagely pretty Marinette. Well, Ladybug. She supposed that made all the difference. Many would think it perfectly okay for Adrien to be in love with Ladybug. But that wasn't what people would see.

No one else knew who lay behind the scarlet and black costume. Besides given the latest speculation on the Ladyblog, people were hoping the LadyNoir ship was about to sail. Marinette snorted quietly to herself, LadyNoir had certainly become a reality long before Adrinette. A smile broke across her face at the combination of their names, it was something Rose had come up with during their school days.

As they shuffled into the elevator, Adrien sidled up to her. "I thought I was the one supposed to wear the Cheshire grin."

"You are, I was just thinking about something."

"I'm intrigued. Do tell."

"I'm wondering how much Alya is going to preen about her LadyNoir theories tonight."

"LadyNoir?" One of the other interns gushed. "I hope that photo on the Ladyblog was real and not photoshopped. Ladybug actually looked like she wanted to kiss Chat Noir." The girl let out a dreamy sigh and Marinette glanced over to Adrien who winked at her while smirking. Damn cat.

"I'm sure it was just a trick of the light."

Adrien chuckled. "Perhaps, yet knowing Ladybug she was probably coming up with a one-liner to put Chat Noir back in his box."

The intern sighed. "I know, but we can still hope."

Another peek at Adrien let Marinette know he was enjoying this far too much. However, he surprised her when he added. "Regardless of what happens, I'm pretty sure Chat Noir respects Ladybug enough to keep things professional. Even if he hopes they would get more purrsonal."

The intern laughed at his pun. "Adrien, you're so funny."

Nudging Marinette with his elbow, the model grinned at his girlfriend. "See, some people appreciate my puns."

Grinning back, she replied. "I never said I didn't. It's your timing that generally needs work."

"Sometimes you just have to live in the moment, Marinette."


Alrighty it is midnight for me as I post this. While I've proofread a number of times, I'm tired and no doubt there will be something here I missed. I'll edit again tomorrow (or later today I guess).

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