Hello all! So happy to post another chapter, especially during these trying times.

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They finished washing each other, then moved on to scrubbing the mess of the rain out of each other's hair with some much needed shampoo. Once they were clean, he gave her a sweet kiss before lifting himself out of the tub and over the ledge, grabbing the towel from before and wrapping it around his waist.

"I should get going. He's bound to be back soon. Plus, I'm sure you're starving." Her stomach growled in response in the quiet room and they both laughed. He gave her one last kiss on her forehead.

"Goodnight, Princess. I'll see you soon." He turned to grab his clothes on his way out, but was stopped by her grabbing his hand. He didn't turn to look at her, afraid she was looking at him. He squeezed her hand in response instead.

"Will you come back...and spend the night with me?" She asked softly.

He stilled, unsure of what she fully meant by that.

"You mean-"

"T-to sleep! Yes. To sleep. I don't want to be alone tonight, Chaton." He smiled at how shy she still was, even with the things they just did.

"Yes, I'll come back later. Now keep your eyes closed so I can grab my clothes." He checked over his shoulder just before he left. She sat with her back to him in the tub, trying to untangle her hair with her fingers. He smiled.

"Sometimes I think, deep down you know who I am." They both jumped at his comment. Did he really just say that out loud? He slipped out the door before she could turn.

Quickly, he dashed across the room and scooped a sleeping Plagg into his hand, careful to not wake him. Once he was inside of the second suite with the joining door closed, he placed the Kwami on one of the pillows on the bed.

Shivering at the cool air of this hotel room, he quickly changed out of his boxers and into the clothes from the gift shop, a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a loose T-shirt with logos of the hotel and town promoted across the fabric. They would do the job. He doesn't tend to go commando, so it was a bit of an odd feeling, but it definitely beat soaking his fresh clothes with wet boxers.

He took some hangers provided in the closet and hung all of his wet clothes on the shower's glass. His suite looked similar to Marinette's, but it definitely had some modifications to fit inside a smaller space. It also didn't have as nice of a bathtub, which he was really glad they got to enjoy in the other room. Not bothering to turn up the heat- he wouldn't be spending the night in this room anyway, he gently knocked on the joining door.

"Marinette are you awake? I have some dry clothes for you." There was a bit of clatter before he heard her nervously reply.

"Y-yes, come in." She was on the couch in a fluffy hotel bathrobe, blushing. He could see Tikki's small antennas sticking out from the fluffy collar, surely snuggled against Marinette's neck. The Kwami is probably so relieved and they must be inseparable right now, he should have given them more time.

"Here, they're from the giftshop." He tried not to look directly at her as he handed her the clothes. He didn't want to creep her out by being so comfortable looking at her while she was barely dressed. "I ordered room service too, though it might not be hot anymore since it came when we were in the shower."

"W-what?" She asked nervously. He realized his blunder and coughed.

"W-well you took a shower too right? The room service came when I was in the shower in my suite." He awkwardly jabbed his thumb towards the other suite. Smooth. Real smooth man.

She bit her lip and nodded, shyly getting up with the clothes in her hands.

"I'll go change, you can bring the food over. Thanks for the clothes." In just a few minutes they were digging into the slightly warm food. It tasted amazing to their empty bellies and exhausted bodies.

"So do you remember what happened?" He asked as he ate another bite of french toast. She stared off into the distance, as if she was pulling the memory up.

"We...were in the shed. It was so cold." He nodded.

"We ended up falling asleep, and when I tried to wake you up...you wouldn't." He didn't mean to sound so scared as he said it. Her eyes widened at the realization that she was truly unconscious. He laughed nervously. "You really had me worried for a minute there, my-...Marinette." He took a drink. He needs to stop slipping up so much. It's hard to flip a switch between the two men she knew in her life.

"I'm sorry Adrien. I didn't mean to worry you." She said softly. He shook his head.

"There was nothing you could do. I'm just glad you're alright." Eating only took a few minutes. He smirked when he noticed she made sure to leave some sweets uneaten, most likely for Tikki. Adrien filled her in about the email from Chatel and the messages he sent to both of their families.

They agreed on what time to wake up in the morning. He swiped a small piece of cheese for Plagg and said goodnight, Marinette looking like she was about to pass out any second now that she ate.

Plagg awoke at him softly closing the joining door behind him, ears perking once he got a whiff of the cheese. Swiss, not Camembert, but it'll do.

"Well it's about time." He said, popping the cheese into his mouth. "There better be more." He mumbled as he chewed. Adrien rolled his eyes.

"Yes, there's a whole plate of cheese for you next door. Let's just get over there." Once he transformed he took the elevator to the roof as Chat, just to drop down the side of the hotel to Marinette's balcony. He was about to knock on the glass when he noticed she left the door slightly open. Stepping inside the now dark space that she had turned the lights off, he was met with Tikki in the living room.

"She's waiting for you in bed." The Kwami whispered. He nodded, feeling a warmth rise in his cheeks. He dropped the transformation and allowed Plagg to fly to the cart of food with Tikki, to have their own feast.

He first peeked through the opening crack in the set of double doors to make sure she wouldn't see his face. She was curled up under the blankets, facing the edge of her side of the bed.

"Marinette, I'm here." He whispered as he walked to the open side of the bed and slipped under the covers. She backed up against him and he met her in the middle of the bed, wrapping an arm around her waist.

He sighed at the warmth he felt as she pressed against him, snuggling to settle in. They were used to sleeping pressed up against each other in Marinette's tiny bed, but he'll admit it felt relieving that he wasn't at risk of falling off the edge. He slipped his arm underneath his head and the pillows.

"Goodnight, Princess." He whispered, sleep quickly taking him as soon as he allowed his eyes to close.

"Goodnight, Chat." She replied softly. His arm flexed around her. His body felt so heavy after such a long day. He was just on the verge of unconsciousness as he heard her soft comment.

"I love you, silly Kitty."

Warm. He felt comfortable. He was on his back, a pillow resting over his eyes, blocking out any light. He slowly became aware of each part of his body as he came into consciousness. One arm was stretched above his head, the other across the sheets, feeling a warm space fading.

It took him a moment to register the empty space in the bed, and as he started to remember where he was, he felt two delicate fingers hook into the waistband of his pajama pants and gently pull them down. His eyes shot open from under the pillow as he felt her hot breath over his hard dick that sprang free from his pants.

He always wondered what it would feel like, but he decided he could have never imagined the feeling as he felt a tentative, quick lick to the head. A surprised groan quickly left his lips in response, and he swore that he felt her smile from her lips being so close to him.

Again without warning, she wrapped her smooth lips around the head, letting just that tip enter her hot, wet, amazing mouth. He gripped the sheets as he tried not to push his hips upward instinctively.

"M-Marinette?" The moan tumbled from his lips as she sucked gently, her delicate fingers holding onto his hips. As she bobbed her head up and down once to fully take him in, he felt the nerves flare up his body, not exactly chilling like goosebumps, but not exactly like a ticklish feeling either.

She took her time exploring, seeing what he liked, addressing her curiosity. His head was swimming from all the sensations. Her hands wandered as she sucked, and as they rubbed up his torso, he realized she was completely under the comforter.

He ripped the pillow off quickly to see that he was correct, and he could see her moving up and down under the fabric. It added an extra intensity to the sensation. She decided to see how deep she could take him then, and once her lips were almost touching his base, she held herself still. He felt himself hit the back of her throat, and sighed at the feeling of being fully encased in warm heat.

Not changing how deep he was, she swished her tongue along the underside of the shaft and then swirled it around the head.

"Ahhhh ohthatfeelssogood." He groaned. She pulled off of him with a gasp and pumped the bottom as she went to work on the tip, sucking as strong as she could. His hand dipped beneath the blanket and rested against her cheek, combing back a few stray hairs behind her ear.

He could not only see her bobbing up and down under the blanket, but he could now feel her too as she took him into her mouth and he wished he could see her face so badly. He could just imagine seeing her sweet lips around him, and her blue eyes looking up to him as she sucked-

"Marinette you should stop- oh." She ignored the request and sucked harder and faster. "S-seriously. I-I'm gonna-" He tried to gently lift her away, but she held on to his hips and increased the pace once more. She was going to- Oh god.

Just the thought of it did him in, and she pushed him to the back of her throat as he came. She waited until he was done before pulling off of him and swallowing. Suddenly she sat upright, the comforter still covering her vision, and made a sound of distaste. He sat up quickly, fixing his pants.

"What's the matter?" He put his hands on her shoulders.

"Water?" She strangled out, not choking, more like she was holding her breath.

Oh.

In a flash he was back with a cold soda from the mini fridge. He didn't really care that the one can probably cost twenty bucks, the sugar and carbonation would help more than water. He opened it and gently put it in her hands which weren't covered by the blanket. Keeping her eyes shut tight, she took the blanket off and chugged the soda.

"You didn't have to do that, really." He said guiltily. She shook her head once half of the can was gone.

"I wanted to….You seemed to enjoy it too." She responded shyly. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks.

"It was...amazing, but you don't need to do that for me to enjoy it...I never imagined it feeling so good." A shy smile crossed her lips. He kissed her forehead.

"Good Morning." He said. She giggled.

"Morning Chat." He gave a kiss to her cheek and then started to trail more down her neck. She sucked in a breath as she bit her lip. He pulled her into his lap and she squealed.

"I think it's time I return the favor." He said seductively and then sucked on her neck, grabbing the edge of her shirt and pulling it up her body.

She moaned in response and tilted her head to the side to give him better access to the sweet spot on her neck, her hands gripping his shoulders.

Once he got her shirt off, he quickly flipped them so she was laying back on the bed, her legs wrapping around him. She gasped as she was caught off guard, and he could see a cute blush dusting her cheeks, the light from the sunrise filtering through the curtains.

Just then the blaring of her phone's alarm went off, and he hid his head in her neck, afraid she opened her eyes at the sound. She groaned, covering her face with her hands.

"Ugh, can you go get that?" She asked. He reached across the bed to turn the alarm off. He was glad he didn't have to worry about his phone going off in the other suite- he didn't actually set his alarm, knowing he wouldn't be over there.

"I'm sorry Kitty, we'll have to pick this up once we're back home." He frowned.

"How come?" He asked.

"Adrien will be coming over once he's dressed, and we have to go meet with the rest of our class to go home." She still had her hands over her face to make sure she wouldn't look. He felt like slapping his forehead for almost forgetting.

"Alright. I'll see you for patrol tonight, right?" She nodded, her arms flopping back down onto the bed.

"Yeah, I hope I can get some sleep before then. I'm exhausted." He couldn't help but agree.

Less than an hour later, they were back on the train heading home. He let Marinette take the window seat, knowing he wouldn't be able to appreciate the scenery passing by the same way that he did on their way in. They had both agreed to try to get some rest for the train ride back.

He never fully slipped into unconsciousness given the uncomfortable position, but he was brought up a bit when his head fell against her shoulder. He felt her soft gasp against him, and then felt her head turn towards him. He was too exhausted to open his eyes or move. Delicate fingers threaded through his bangs a few times. It was so soothing. Each time her nails gently swept over his forehead and through the strands he was brought deeper and deeper into sleep.

His dream wasn't a good one.

He's had many dreams of when they would finally face Hawkmoth. How it would happen, who the villain who's tortured them for years could be. Now that Adrien knew Ladybug's identity, it was now Marinette in the dream who was caught by Hawkmoth, and this time he was holding a blade to her throat.

Chat fell to his knees in surrender, removing his Miraculous, ignoring Plagg's protest. His eyes never left Marinette's as the transformation dropped, her eyes first shocked at his decision, then growing wider at the realization.

"A-adrien?" She croaked. And with a wicked smile, Hawkmoth slit her throat, knowing he was always going to do so. Adrien screamed as she fell to the ground lifeless, a pool of blood seeping out beneath her, her eyes still wide, staring into his soul.

Tears blurred his vision as he willed a Cataclysm to his hand without the help of a Miraculous, and charged with a gut wrenching scream until he hit the bastard in the chest, bringing him to the ground. He stepped on Hawkmoth's chest as he pulled the butterfly broach off, revealing a face to him.

...his own face.

He stumbled back mystified, and tripped over Marinette's body, falling on his back. Eyes wide taking in the scene before him, he gripped his hair and screamed-

"NO!" He shot up from under his blankets, sitting up in bed breathing heavily. Plagg flew into his vision in an instant.

"Kid, you alright? Just breathe. Deep breaths." Adrien concentrated on the Kwami's voice until he got his breathing under control. "Was it the same dream?" Plagg asked, floating down until he rested on Adrien's knee.

Adrien nodded, tears streaming down his face. In the five weeks since their field trip to the park, he's had the nightmare seven times, this being the third one just this week. They were getting closer together.

"Do you want to go see her?" The Kwamii asked. Adrien shook his head getting up from the bed.

"I do, but the sun will rise soon and I'll be seeing her in just a few hours. We have a big day ahead of us." Plagg nodded and floated back to his pillow on the bed, settling in. Adrien went about taking a shower, knowing he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, even though he's barely gotten any this week.

As he rested his forehead against the cool tiles, he let the hot spray relax his muscles and tried to absorb whatever slice of rest it gave him. It was finally the day of their fashion show as it was close to the end of the semester. He really hoped it wouldn't snow today. As much as he's enjoyed wearing the hat Marinette made him on patrols lately, snow would just make the entire day more difficult, and he just didn't have the energy for it.

He finally let himself pay attention to the nerves running through him in anticipation of the fashion show, set to happen early this evening. There was a lot to do between meeting their models at school, taking care of the last minute fitting, traveling to the Louvre and getting ready backstage for not only their professor to watch their work come down the runway for a grade, but many fashion icons of the world. The word of their assignment of honoring the heroes of Paris spread through the semester and almost every big name was supposed to be there tonight.

Including his father.

He shook off a chill, insisting to blame it on the water starting to cool down, signaling he should finish his shower.

He shouldn't be worried about Gabriel Agreste attending. He sees his father at least once a day. But for him to be judging his work, next to Marinette's, it put a rock of uneasiness at the bottom of Adrien's gut.

"I gave you two extra shots today. You look like you didn't sleep much either." Marinette said gently as she drove to the school, patting his knee gently twice before putting her hand back on the wheel, her eyes never leaving the road.

"You have no reason to be nervous." He said, taking a generous sip from his latte. Damn it was strong. He should nurse this as long as he could, it would be the only thing keeping him going today.

"Everyone is going to be there, even your dad. How can I not be nervous?" She rambled quickly, letting her anxiety show. He rested his hand on her shoulder.

"Because your design is amazing. Best in the class." She rolled her eyes playfully.

"According to you." She said, playful but unconfident.

"According to an Agreste. We're known to have good taste." He winked at her when she glanced over at his comment, and she couldn't help but smile.