Hello all. As you can tell, I've been gone for quite a few months, and I have to first deeply apologize for my unannounced absence. I wasn't expecting to go on to hiatus, and I'm going to tell you guys a little bit about what's happened in my life down below. If you're uninterested and just want to read the chapter, you can find it after the line break, down below. For those who will do that I just want to say I always love and appreciate your support, and hope you'll forgive me. I think about you readers every day, I see the reviews as they come in and wish I could message each one of you because you made me smile, and get giddy about this story again which is what I really needed, so thank you.
As for why I've been gone, it started with sending my laptop in for a much needed upgrade that was only supposed to take 4-5 days and it ended up taking 5 weeks instead. I had so much drive to write during that time but couldn't find another keyboard/computer where I could type as fast as I wanted to and that was frustrating. By the time I got my computer back, I was unmotivated to do anything-including this story. Depression isn't fun and I'm so grateful I don't have to have a constant battle with it every day-mine just comes and goes, so my heart goes out to everyone that does have to deal with it all the time, and I hope my story is helping someone out there get through their day. Which by the way made me put more pressure on myself to write a chapter that I just couldn't get out for whatever reason and it made me so mad at myself. It was hard to juggle both of my jobs reopening at the same time, and I worked 7 days a week for 9 weeks. So while I didn't have much downtime, I still was hard on myself for not being able to push through the exhaustion to write. My friends tried to cheer me up and support me along the way, even going to lengths to read some of my story out loud over a group call and while it was just as hilarious as it was embarrassing, I later realized it made me super self conscious and made me start to hate my work. It took sometime to work through that, remember why I started writing this in the first place. Then, it took about two weeks to write this monster of a chapter, probably the longest one of this story. If you've made it this far, thank you so much for caring to see how I am and how I've been. I really appreciate you. And I want to thank you again for the consistent reviews, and the new reviewers that have found this story recently. You. are. The. reason. I. keep. Going. Thank you!
Please enjoy the chapter and tell me what you think! I'm so excited for you to read it!
PSA: I'm not a doctor, but I tried to do my research to have it fit into what I needed, so while it might not me 1000% accurate, I feel that it's decently close.
"I'm glad to see you're awake, miss...um, Ladybug." The doctor fiddled with the test results as he stumbled with what to call her. It had only been a few moments since she had woken up.
As happy to see her awake as he was, Chat had pulled himself away to wave down the nurse, who in turn quickly took Ladybug into testing. "I have the results of your test here- which honestly just makes me ask more questions. Do you remember what happened?"
"Well, I remember this morning," Ladybug responded with a light tone in her voice, as if she was trying to pull up the memories. Chat squeezed the hand of hers he was holding. "I had an eventful day…but I don't remember getting hurt." The doctor nodded.
"Well to start, it's not the same day." Her brow scrunched in confusion, quickly turning to Chat for confirmation.
"It's not? How long have I been out?" He could hear the worry in her voice. He could only imagine the questions swirling through her mind. What happened? How was Paris? How was he? He smiled softly fighting back the tears stinging his eyes, not wanting to show all the pain he'd suffered in the time without her.
"Ah, just about a week." He said gently. Despite his efforts, the shock spread across her features. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
"Miss Ladybug, please do not blame yourself for this. The stress will not help your condition." They both turned to the doctor.
"Is she okay?" Chat asked, unable to hide the concern in his voice. In response the doctor took the test results to the foot of the bed, and placed the dark film scans in the backlit frame against the wall, illuminating the scans of Ladybug's brain.
"Like I said, I have more questions than answers, but I'll do my best to explain. This scan is from when you first came in. As you can see here, the point of impact and damage." He pointed to the spot on the image, then to the corresponding spot on his head where Ladybug's head had hit the building.
"This image reflects what most minor to moderate concussions look like, where the patient would wake after just a few hours, up to a day later. Given that you have been unconscious for a week, that would be a sign of something more serious. But if you look at the scan we just took since you woke," He changed out the films.
"This looks common to minor to moderate concussion patients post gaining consciousness. The injury looks only a few hours old, and looks as if it's healing on its own. But as you are aware of the contradiction, it's been far longer." He turned back to them. "The assessment I've attempted to make is that given who you are, and what you're wearing, could have an effect on this."
Ladybug pulled her hand from Chat's to run it over the exposed skin of her other arm, inspecting the glowing pink edge where her suit started.
"We tried to remove your suit, with Chat Noir's permission of course. But that was the best he could do for us." The doctor supplied, noticing her inspection. "What I can try to assume is that your suit put you in a stasis of sorts, trying to let you heal. A week may have passed for us, but it's only been a few hours for you. Going off of this assumption, you should be experiencing symptoms a few hours post of a minor concussion. These can include recent memory loss- of the day leading up to the impact and the impact itself. You probably won't feel steady on your feet for a bit. You also might feel weak given your body has actually not moved much in a week, so you should not over exert yourself; build your muscles back up to prevent injury. Of course, this assessment is made off of assumptions about your suit, so I cannot say all of these things with full certainty."
Chat cleared his throat. "When...when do you think she'll get her memories back?" The fashion show was one of the most important things in Marinette's life. His chest felt tight.
"It should come with time." The doctor responded. "Sometimes a trigger may bring the memories back, whether it be a triggering thought, sound, or feeling. But I wouldn't push yourself to remember, as it will cause stress on the brain trying to heal itself. Just let it come back on its own."
"Are you ready?" Chat asked her once they were up on the rooftop. She didn't look away from the quiet city night below them.
"Maybe we could do a quick sweep on the way home and you can fill me in about everything." She said softly, voice conveying she already knew he wasn't going to agree. He shook his head beside her.
"There are a few reasons that's not a good idea right now. Other than we shouldn't be exerting your body as per the doctor's orders-" She rolled her eyes at that.
"I told you on the way up here, I feel perfectly fine."
"You don't know how you're actually going to be once you drop the transformation." He stated the obvious fact that they both knew. "Which is also what I was trying to get to." He wrapped his arm around her, turning her to face him.
"Marinette, the world thinks Ladybug is dead." He truly did not like seeing the shock spread across her features, the tears glazing over her eyes. He hoped he would never have to see her make such a face again. He vowed to himself right there he would never let it happen for the rest of his life. "That includes Hawkmoth, I don't think it's best to let them know that you're okay until you're ready to fight again-"
"I told you, I can fight now." Her voice wavered, thick with tears.
"It's okay that you take a day or two to rest. Marinette, think of Tikki. Master Fu said that when you went unconscious that she lost any way of knowing what was going on, and kept you in that coma. Don't you think she needs to recover?"
"You...you saw Master Fu?" She responded quietly, finally starting to grasp everything.
"Yes," He replied gently. "We can talk about it more once we get you home, I think you should detransform now so that no one will see Ladybug if they happen to look." She nodded.
"Tikki, spots off." She whispered and was suddenly caressed in light pink glitter, revealing her handmade dress she created for the fashion show flowing around her. Her hair was still up in a perfect high bun, little hairs curling to frame her face. Chat caught Tikki falling into his waiting hand and held her against his chest as Marinette stumbled in her heels into his other open arm.
"I got you girls. I got you." She wrapped her arms around him, letting more of her weight be supported.
"It's cold." She shivered in his embrace. He nodded.
"It snowed the night of the fashion show. It's almost all gone, but the chill hasn't left the air." He placed a sleeping Tikki in Marinette's bun. It was just the perfect size to hold her in place on top of Marinette's head. "Alright, time to go." He picked her up bridal style and extended his baton.
The bakery wasn't too far from the hospital, but he decided to stay away from the main street's view to try to not be seen. It also meant they could move a bit slower, though Marinette continued to insist that she didn't need to be babied.
"I want you to be prepared," He started, choosing to stay looking straight forward, knowing full well the things he was about to say weren't going to make her feel any better than she currently did. "Your father's been re-akumatized, and has created giant vines around the bakery again." He made it across the rooftop and leaped to the next before she gravely replied.
"And my mom?" He felt her turn her head towards the bakery, probably looking for the stalks spiraling towards the sky. They would come into view soon.
"She's with him. He's obsessed with protecting her, so she assured me that she felt she would be fine and to concentrate on bringing you home." He felt her shift in his arms once more, and he couldn't help but look into her eyes. They were scared.
"W-wait, did you tell them-"
"Not that you were hurt, no." He quickly answered. "I just went over there to let them know you wouldn't be coming home for a bit. Said you were trapped by an akuma- well, more or less. Your mom tried to tell me you're Ladybug." He couldn't help but chuckle. She didn't respond due to shock, so he continued as they were on the last rooftop before her balcony. "They're convinced that you're either Ladybug or that you help me and Ladybug out a lot. But when I couldn't give them a solid answer on where Ladybug was either, that's when your dad lost it." She nodded.
He nudged the unlocked skylight with his foot and jumped through effortlessly, landing on her bedroom floor in front of the jars filled with scarlet butterflies. He gently let her down, holding her back to his chest to let her get her balance.
"Claws in." He whispered. She softly gasped as she felt the electricity float around them. He almost forgot that she could feel his transformation drop. Plagg fell into his open hand, exhausted. Adrien let go of Marinette, scooping Tikki out of her bun, and tucked both Kwamis into the plush bed Marinette made for Tikki, already stocked with food from Plagg crashing there.
"Adrien…" Marinette said softly. It was almost a question.
"Yeah?" Without thinking he replied instantly, looking over to her. Her back was still to him.
Shit.
"I-I mean, Yeah, what about him? I told Alya and Nino he was trapped with you by an Akuma at the fashion show. Because um, yeah, that's where he is." He stammered lamely. He wanted to smack himself. By now he should be good at this crap.
She didn't reply. She just slowly sank to her knees, then sat on her carpeted floor, her dress flowing around her folded legs in a satin circle.
"Are you okay?" He asked, worried. He rushed over to the loft, looking for his mask in its place on the shelf above her bed. "Damnit, where's the mask?" He asked out loud, getting frustrated. She cleared her throat.
"I made you a new one. It's over there." She pointed at the desk. He quickly rushed over and got it off of her sewing box. This one was more similar to his actual Chat Noir mask. While their previous replica mask was a long piece of black fabric he would tie around his head, this domino mask was a strange material. It was something between a bathing suit and activewear cloth, but not stiff enough to hold a shape on its own, like a mask at a costume store. It also had no way for him to attach it to his face.
"It's a special material that should be able to stay on your face without needing to tie it. It's also water resistant. It was supposed to be a surprise for when you came over after the fashion show." She said quietly. It pressed against his skin and clung to it easily, almost as if it had a sticky back. He peeled at the corner letting it lift, but the underside felt soft and dry against his fingers. After making sure the mask was in place, he quickly made his way over to her, kneeling in front of her.
"Are you okay? Were you about to faint?" He asked, holding her shoulders gently. She didn't reply, but stared into his eyes instead, taking in the sight of him in the mask. She cupped his cheek, running her thumb over the material and his uncovered skin. He smiled. "How do I look?" He asked, amused. She gasped at his smile, so soft, as if the air was just pulled from her lungs. He could see her eyes start to glaze over with tears in the dim moonlight of the room.
"Marinette?" He whispered.
She leaned forward and kissed him. He felt a million fireworks explode in his chest at the feeling, and kissed her back. He missed her so much. He was so scared, and so grateful she was okay. He tried to convey all these feelings as he kissed her.
When they broke apart, she hid her face in the crook of his neck, her arms wrapping around him as he sat and pulled her into his lap.
"I didn't know what I was going to do without you." He whispered, holding her close. Her arms tightened around him.
"Why didn't you come to the fashion show?" She asked quietly. He swallowed, thankful she couldn't see his face at the moment.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't get away from the people I was with in time to make an appearance. Because of that, Hawkmoth had his chance to akumatize almost the whole city at once. Wait, do you remember that?" She nodded, not moving away. "...Do you remember everything?" He whispered. She nodded again, holding on to him a little tighter.
"Yes. I remember everything." She whispered softly. He felt wetness against his neck, her warm tears rolling down until they met his shirt.
"M'Lady, why are you crying? It's okay, we're going to fix it all." He pulled her shoulders so she would sit up in his lap and he could look at her face. It was hard to see in the moonlight, but the tiniest bit of pink was visible on her nose. Her cheeks glistened where the tears had trailed across them, but where he was expecting a frown, was a soft smile that took his breath away.
"I love you so much." Her voice was still soft, full of amazement, and he couldn't understand why. He gave her a toothy Chat Noir smile.
"I love you too." A little gasp left her lips again. Before he could ask why that kept happening, her lips captured his in another sweet kiss, and he couldn't help but oblige, wrapping his arms around the small of her back to keep her in place. As they kissed, she shifted in his lap, letting each leg wrap around his waist to get more comfortable. When he felt her press against his crotch, he instinctively held her closer to him.
She broke the kiss and trailed opened mouth ones down his neck, her warm breath mingling against his skin. He felt his whole body go ablaze.
"Now now, we should get you washed up and get you to bed." He held back a groan as she licked his sweet spot, feeling himself harden in his pants.
"Why don't you help me?" She asked playfully.
He didn't need to be told twice.
She squealed as he grabbed her ass and stood, walking her to the bathroom. She didn't stop her assault on his neck, getting reacquainted with every inch of his skin she could reach. He sat her down on the counter and chuckled as he pulled away, hearing her whine in complaint.
He kneeled to remove her heels, rubbing his hands along her legs on his way back up. He let his palms rest against the counter on either side of her to make sure she was supported.
"Do you think you can stand long enough for a shower, or should I start a bath?" He asked, looking her over. She rolled her eyes playfully.
"I told you, I feel fine." She gently pushed against his shoulders so he would back up enough for her to hop off of the counter, keeping her palms against him for stability. As her feet touched the floor she swayed into him, her legs crumpling beneath her. He scrambled to hold her up before she made it to the tiled floor.
"A bath it is then."
A few minutes later, she settled into the hot, bubbly water after he helped her out of her dress. She sat with her back to him as he stripped and he could see a light blush on her cheeks. He chuckled.
"You don't need to close your eyes anymore you know. I'm still wearing the mask." She bit her lip.
"Force of habit." She said shyly as he slipped into the water behind her, pulling her back against his chest. She leaned back against him and sighed as her shoulders slipped under the water.
"You need to take it easy, Marinette. A lot has happened and we need to figure out what we're going to do. We can't just rush out there." He said as he dipped a cloth into the water and started to wash along her arms. He felt her relax more against him as he moved to her shoulders, massaging the mussels as he spread the soapy water across her skin.
He laid his chin on her shoulder as he passed the cloth over her clavicle and down her chest, hearing her breath hitch. He continued his way down, over her stomach beneath the water, then washed each thigh, not able to reach her calves easily. He could feel her bite her lip in anticipation as he made his way back up her thighs, probably expecting him to next go to where she wanted him most, but this wasn't the night for that.
She whined in disappointment as his suspicions were confirmed and he chuckled, washing back up her stomach. When he made it to her chest, he gave in and cupped them in both of his hands, giving them a gentle squeeze. He smiled as she moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. He gently pinched her nipples, and the water in the tub started to slosh back and forth from her rubbing her thighs together. The movement rubbed her ass against his dick, ensuring his hardness wasn't going to go away anytime soon.
"Princess," He breathed against her neck. "We shouldn't be doing this until you're better." He tried to convince them both, as he hadn't stopped massaging her breasts.
"Mmm but I told you, I feel fine." The water sloshed as she turned to face him, settling in his lap similar to before, her legs moving to wrap around his waist. He grabbed the cloth from the edge of the bath and let it rest over his crotch, so there was at least something between them. He could feel the heat of her core as she pressed up against it. "Just a little unsteady on my feet right now, but that has nothing to do with this."
She leaned forward and kissed him, letting her breasts press against his chest and he hummed at the feeling, wrapping his arms around her. The kiss was deep, passionate, and he lost his grasp on how long it lasted. There was a warm buzz across his skin slowly spreading everywhere and he decided he was drunk on her. His hands wound into her hair as she kissed across his jaw and down his neck, and he gently started to untie her high bun, letting his fingers comb through and loosen the strands. She sighed as the strain on her scalp was relieved.
Her delicate fingers caressed his skin, sending little sparks everywhere as she kissed him, the kisses getting deeper and deeper. They ghosted over his shoulders, down his chest, across his abdomen, trailing lower and lower until he felt the cloth between them start to slip away. Holding her wrist still, he pulled back from the kiss, breathless. He rested his forehead against hers.
"We...we're supposed to wait until all this is over...right?" He whispered. The look she gave him said so many things, and he understood them all.
Why were they waiting? They're already so deeply connected that there was no turning back. They've done so much already. They love each other. She...she could have not woken up, and then what?
He let go of her wrist and kissed her with every ounce of his being, wrapping his arms around her to bring her close. Now that she was free, she finished what she started and pulled the cloth away, leaving nothing between them as she kissed him back eagerly.
He groaned as he felt her hot flesh press against the sensitive skin of his dick and his hips bucked instinctively. Pleasure shook through her and she moaned at the sensation, grinding against him to feel more of it.
"Fuck Marinette," Ignoring the sloshing water in the tub, they found a rhythm grinding against each other, the sparks of pleasure flowing through them in waves. Her fingers combed through his hair as they kissed, their movements getting bigger and bolder. And then suddenly, he slipped inside her, surprising the two of them. They gasped in unison.
They stilled, staring into each other's eyes, understanding that this was a point of no turning back. There was no fear in her sparkling blue eyes, just pure love. It made his heart pound stronger in his chest. He brushed a stray hair behind her ear, then cupped her face.
"Doesn't it hurt?" He asked softly. She shook her head shyly.
"I heard that for athletes like gymnasts and skaters it usually doesn't, so I had a feeling being Ladybug might have a similar effect. It just feels a bit...weird." He nodded, trying to keep his hips as still as possible so she could adjust. He gave little kisses to her cheek, then down her neck, where he let his chin rest over her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
They just sat for a moment, enjoying the quiet whispers of each other's breath, the feeling of their hearts beating. When she felt more comfortable, she squeezed down on him. It made him suck in a breath as her walls rippled around him.
"How does it feel?" She whispered shyly.
"Amazing." He groaned, overcome with pleasure. He always fantasized about this moment, how it would feel to be inside her, but this was more than he could have imagined. "What about you?"
"It feels a little better since- oh fuck!" She moaned as she lifted her hips, experimenting. She moaned again as she brought them back down. He groaned, his hands finding her hips.
"I'm guessing that's an 'amazing' from you too?" He whispered, feeling his lips curl into a smirk. She bit her lip as she moved her hips again, only being able to nod shyly in response. There was the cutest dust of pink across her cheeks.
As she found a rhythm on top of him, he took in the sight of her. Slightly flushed skin, wet with droplets as the water splashed around them. Her damp hair flowed down her shoulders and over her chest in beautiful waves left from her bun. Her nipples, hard from him playing with them and now the cool air. Her head tilted back as she moaned over and over as she pulsed around him.
"Fuck, you're so beautiful." He ground out as he held her hips, thrusting up to meet her.
"Oh my gosh." She sobbed as the new feeling overtook her. "That's so good."
He was only able to thrust up into her a few times as she rippled around him before he was about to-
He quickly pulled her off of him and stepped out of the tub, barely making it to the toilet as he came in his hand, his forearm bracing his weight on the sink. He groaned.
"What happened? What's wrong?" She asked.
"Gosh Marinette, that was so stupid what we just did!" He said as he washed his hands in the sink. "We didn't use any protection and that was really a close call." He wanted to slap himself.
"Haven't I told you I'm on the pill?" She asked leaning over the tub, meeting his eyes in the mirror. Has she? He wasn't sure.
"I'm not sure you have, but you also didn't take your pills for a week, so we really should be more careful- are you staring at my butt?" She blushed and looked away, trying to act like she wasn't. He chuckled and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked back to her and kneeled at the tub leaning forward to kiss her cheek.
"That was amazing, I'm sorry it didn't really last long- It just felt so good and I couldn't control-" She kissed him.
"Shh, you're rambling. It's fine, it's not like we could have stayed in here for much longer anyways- it's really limited space. The bed is definitely more roomy." She winked. He laughed. One minute she's super shy and blushing, the next she's flirting. God he loved this girl.
"Well that's an adventure for another day, we should build up your muscles first." She pouted as he grabbed the shampoo bottle, but wet her hair anyway. She sighed as he massaged the suds into her scalp for longer than he needed to, resting her back against the edge of the tub.
Just a few minutes later they were cuddled up in bed, not bothering with clothes.
"Tomorrow you fill me in on everything." She said as she yawned. He nodded, his hand rubbing across her shoulders as her head laid on his chest.
"Yes, there's a lot you need to know."
It had been a long few days to say the least. When he woke the next morning, he left Marinette to rest up. She murmured goodbye to him as he tucked the blanket around her. Tikki acknowledged him when he scooped Plagg up from bed, but passed out right away after nibbling on a cookie. Plagg looked a bit refreshed- it seemed like both of them did, now having their women back by their sides.
He de-akumatized only four people the first day, two the next two days after, Hawkmoth's pool of Parisians to akumatize getting lower and lower as the days passed. Alya and Nino were ecstatic to hear that Ladybug was awake and recovering. Despite Alya's persistence, he refused to let them see her- saying it was for their safety, but knowing more so it was because Marinette couldn't transform for a while. He had Alya write negative posts on the Ladyblog to have her followers continue to lose hope with each post she made. He couldn't let Hawkmoth see a difference until the time was right. Marinette needed to heal first.
She had more energy to move around her room on her own after the first two days. Tikki had recovered some too, though she was still sluggish, only staying up for short periods of time. Once he filled Marinette in on everything that had happened when she was unconscious, she requested Plagg to go find Master Fu and bring him back to meet with them. The Kwami only returned with a letter between his teeth. It was carefully written, addressing a granddaughter that the author had to move unexpectedly, feeling that it wasn't safe in Paris anymore. It was signed with a turtle.
Though they were both worried about what to do without Master Fu, she had laughed when Adrien expressed his disappointment that he wouldn't be able to bestow the Fox and Turtle Miraculous to Alya and Nino for the time being, but she wouldn't explain why.
Once he dropped off a scarlet butterfly jar at Nino's, he set forth on his route home to the bakery. He decided to run across the rooftops for now since he didn't see many people around. The city had stuck to his advice of staying indoors for the time being, despite most of them being de-akumatized. Though they could not be re-akumatized because he had their akumas trapped, it was better to be safe. Not to mention there were still people getting akumatized each day, no matter how few. He hoped that Marinette's Miraculous Ladybug would repair all the damages to the city, but he wasn't sure it would work, given how long the damages had been around.
He slowed to a halt at the edge of his current rooftop, noticing a figure standing just two rooftops away from him.
Lila.
"Why hello kitty cat. It's been a while." Her laughter carried over the wind. He glared.
"What do you want, Volpina?" She tisked. His ears flickered, catching the soft sound. The first step forward she took, he would hear it.
"I've been looking for you. You're quite hard to find. Leaving so quickly after de-akumatizing someone. Tell me, where are all those butterflies? You can't cleanse them with Ladybug dead." Her laugh was more maniacal as she stepped forward to the edge of her own rooftop, now just the one building length between them. His hand went to the baton on his back and he tensed, ready to attack. She gingerly jumped to the next rooftop towards him and walked calmly forward as she continued, so he waited for the right opportunity.
"I don't get it. Why are you still doing this? She's gone, there's nothing left to do. Just hand over your Miraculous. You've lost." They had just the alley between the two buildings separating them. Now that she was close enough, he could see that Lila's eyes…
...weren't red.
Before she could lunge forward to attack him, he dropped down to the alley below. She snarled and landed just a few seconds after him, hot on his trail. It took a good amount of time to lose her in the streets of Paris. Once he was in the clear, he returned to the bakery, just before dusk.
He expected Marinette to be asleep or lounging around at the very least, but he found her on the floor, in the most adorable but sexy athletic wear. Hot pink spandex strips wrapped geometrically around her calves, trailing up to the solid material at her thighs. Sheer pink fabric filled the negative spaces, showing a bit of skin. Her sports bra was black, with a similar intricate pattern, straps crossing into some knot work at the back. Her hair was up in a high ponytail.
Her legs were spread apart, and she was stretching forward in the space between them, not making it all the way down to the floor with her torso. She growled in frustration. He chuckled and de-transformed.
"What are you doing?" He asked playfully, watching Plagg fly over to his bed with Tikki to check up on her. She huffed and leaned back, supporting herself with her hands on the ground behind her. The movement arched her back and pushed out her chest. He licked his lips.
"I was trying to stretch my legs out. But I've lost quite a bit of flexibility. It's really frustrating, to be honest." He reached over and picked up his mask on the chaise lounge where he left it that morning, making sure it was in the right place as he walked over to her.
"Let me help you out." She sat up so he could take a seat behind her, his legs taking the same position, his crotch pressed right up against her ass. As she stretched forward again, he took the motion with her, gently pushing on her back so she could stretch further. He put a little more pressure as she needed it. The motion of her stretch moved her ass against his crotch and he could feel himself start to harden in his sweats.
She let out a big breath as she sat back up, stretching to one side and taking hold of her ankle. Then stretched on her other side.
"Much better, but not as good as before. Do you think you can help me with another stretch?" There was just a hint of playfulness in her voice, so light he couldn't decide if it was his imagination.
"Of course." He said lovingly, scooting back so she could get into the new position. She laid her back flat against the floor, raising one leg into the air. With her hands she pulled her calf towards her, bringing her ankle towards one side of her head.
"I used to be able to touch my ankle to my ear. Could you push for me?" His mouth went dry at the sight of her spread before him. Her chest was pushed together from her arms creating a delicious cleavage, and he could see the curve of her ass from the leg that was raised. He nodded unable to speak and kneeled in front of her, straddling her other leg. He laid his hand on one side of her, the other on top of her hands and leaned forward, their hips aligning. They were close enough for him to feel the heat of her core after just a moment. Her eyes were closed, brow scrunched, trying to concentrate on the stretch. He pressed more when he felt her pull. She sighed signaling that was the most she could go, and he pulled away to give her space to raise her leg and bring it down again to test, noticeably two inches closer than before. As she switched legs, he couldn't bring his eyes away from her hips and ass moving.
"And the other leg," She whispered, sultrily. His eyes locked with hers and he pressed down again, letting their hips press more together than the first time, now fully hard. She hummed as they stretched out her leg together, keeping her eyes open this time. He was entranced by the deep pools of bluebell, unable to look away. She stretched farther, pulling him down with her, their chests pressing, noses just an inch apart. She sighed again when she was pushed to her limit and he leaned back on his knees giving her the space she needed to move.
As she sat up, she let both legs go to either side of his, her knees bent and her feet flat against the floor. Her chest pressed against his torso and she tilted her chin up to bring her lips just a breath away from his, eyes half lidded.
"Thanks, babe." She said softly and he felt himself flare up at the new nickname, remembering a similar feeling when she first started calling him kitty. There was just a second, a breath before he crashed his lips to hers. She fervently kissed him back, arms wrapping around his neck as his hands went under her ass, squeezing it before he lifted her up, walking over to the loft as they kissed. She wrapped her legs around him for support and it pressed her hot core tighter against him.
Climbing the short ladder with her deliciously wrapped around him was a bit awkward, but he wouldn't dare let her go and let her lips leave from his neck, where she sucked and licked as far as she could reach. The tingles that were passing through him like goosebumps kept getting stronger and stronger as her fingers slid under his shirt and over his chest as he laid her down on the bed. He helped her finish pulling his shirt off and his lips were on hers again, never having enough. She turned and laid back on the bed, pulling him with her. Her hands roamed everywhere as he kissed her, trailing over his shoulders and down his back until she reached the waistband of his sweats which were already low on his hips from all of the motion. He hummed in approval as her nails gently scratched his lower back as they dipped beneath the material.
"Commando, huh?" She asked, giggling as he kissed a ticklish spot underneath her ear. He smirked.
"I didn't have a lot of time this morning, I overslept because someone wouldn't let me get out of bed." He replied playfully, and he felt her nip the sensitive spot on his neck. Her fingers trailed around the waistband until they met again in the front, and dipped below the fabric to grab his dick. He gasped as she squeezed and pulled a bit towards her.
"Looks like you're ready." She breathed seductively, experimenting with the feeling of him in her hands. His head hung as the sensations washed over him, a groan coming out from under his breath. He gently pulled her arm until she let him go, allowing him to pull her hand away from his pants. He gently pressed both her hands into the pillow above her head, threading his fingers through hers.
"We'll get to that. But first, there's something I've been wanting to do for a long time." She bit her lip as she stared into his eyes, shy again. He smirked and kissed her, then let his lips trail down her collar bone, over the valley of her breasts. He smirked against her skin as a giggle escaped her lips when his breath trailed over her navel. Her hands threaded through his hair. He loved the feeling of her nails and they combed over his scalp.
When he reached her pants, he hooked a finger under the stretchy material at each hip, slowly inching them down. Each bit of skin he exposed he gave a lick or a nip, rewarding him with gasps and pants as Marinette pressed her thighs together. He gave one a lick as he pulled the pink fabric completely off her. He felt his dick twitch as he stared at the beautiful black lace panties at the apex of her thighs.
He gently pushed her knees and her legs opened for him, his hands trailing up her thighs as they went. He took in the sight of her spread before him, her long strands from her ponytail splayed across the pillow, hands gripping the sheets. Her chest rising and falling heavily, lips parted taking labored breaths. Eyes piercing and twinkling in the growing moonlight, aroused and nervous for what he was going to do next. He drank in the sight of her, never wanting to forget it.
He leaned forward, wrapping his arms under her thighs and pulled her down the bed, bringing her closer to him. He lowered his head, placing a tentative kiss to her inner thigh, his bangs falling over and tickling her skin above her panties. She gasped and it turned into a moan as he let his hot breath trail over her panties, then kissed the damp lace, noticing it was a thong. He could feel her warmth against his lips.
"Looks like you're ready." He breathed. He had meant for it to be a playful jab back at her, but instead it came out deep and aroused. His eyes met hers over the swell of her sports bra as he hooked a finger in each side and pulled down her panties. They were hungry with need and he was sure they reflected his own gaze.
She bit her lip nervously as she was exposed before him, but his eyes never left hers as he threaded his arms back under her legs and his head lowered to give her slick flesh a tentative lick. He watched the sensation wash through her, her eyes squeezing shut and her head tilting back to let out a deep moan. She tasted sweet, like nectar on his tongue. He let his hands rest on her hips and stomach as he licked, exploring her sensitive flesh. She unraveled beneath him, moans stringing together to make an everlasting beautiful sound and he drank it all in, enjoying that he was the one doing this to her, making her feel this way. He reached up and grabbed her breast through her sports bra, wishing he had taken it off of her before. Her hips bucked against him, and he dipped his tongue inside her, feeling her try to squeeze down on him.
"Oh fuck I-" Her fingers threaded back through his hair as he licked back up to her clit, hips unable to stop moving against him. He sucked on the sensitive button and she came underneath him, screaming. He gave one last lick to her now sensitive flesh and she shivered in his arms. He let his chin rest gently against her navel as she caught her breath.
"That was...incredible." She whispered between breaths. He smiled. She pulled him up to her and kissed him deeply. As he kissed her back, he inched up her sports bra until they had to break apart for her to lift her arms so he could pull it off of her. They both sighed at feeling the warmth of their chests pressed against each other. He felt her fingers trail down and start to pull his sweat pants off, and he helped her finish. He groaned as she grabbed him again, moving to switch places with him.
"No no, I won't last if you do that." She pouted but laid back down on the bed, pulling him on top of her. He reached to the shelf above her, pulling down a condom from the pack he bought the other day. She sighed as he ripped open the package, knowing that she thought it was fine with just birth control, but he wanted to be extra safe until she'd taken enough of it again to be sure. She kissed him as he made sure it was on correctly. She moaned against his lips as he rubbed the tip up and down her slick folds.
He pushed the tip inside and waited a moment, staring into her lusty, loving eyes. Yes it wasn't the first time anymore, but it was the second, and their first time in bed. He groaned as he felt her squeeze down on him, pulling him in more and he obliged, slowly pushing himself until he was fully inside. It was so warm, so tight. He had to rest his head against her shoulder for a moment and just breathe before he came right there.
"Gosh, why is it so hard." He whispered amazed and annoyed at the same time. She giggled and squeezed on him again, bringing the air out of his lungs.
"I thought that was because of me." She said playfully and he looked up just in time to see her wink. He pulled out and pushed back in to see that smirk wiped off her face and replaced with a look of pure pleasure, moaning.
"Oh fuck-" She whispered, the temperature rising between them. Bracing his forearms against the bed on either side of her head, he started a slow rhythm, trying to get the hang of the movement. Her hands wound around his neck, fingers threading through his hair as she pulled his head down for another passionate kiss. Slowly, he picked up the pace, rocking into her with encouragement from her legs wrapped around his hips. Her walls rippled around him as he continued to kiss her, thrusting over and over into her liquid heat. She broke away to throw her head back and moan as he hit a sweet spot.
"Oh yes, right there." She begged, arms wrapped around his neck tightening as she raised her hips to meet him, changing the angle so he could push in deeper. He groaned, amazed that she could even squeeze him tighter than before.
"Marinette, I- fuck, I can't last, I'm gonna..." She kissed him, letting a hand rest against his cheek to look into his eyes.
"It's okay, come for me, I want to feel you-" He groaned from just the words she was saying and sped up his thrusts, letting go of all control. "Ahh Chat!" She screamed in pleasure beneath him at the new vigor and came, her walls flexing and rippling around him.
He sucked in a breath and groaned as he came, unable to hold on any longer. Once he pulled out and made sure there were no leaks, he tossed the condom in the trash and dropped down into the empty space next to her, his arm lazily thrown across her waist. Her head turned to him, their noses touching.
"I love you, Kitty." He smiled, exhausted.
"I love you too, Bugginette." She smiled at the nickname. She fished for the blanket at the end of the bed to throw over them for a little well deserved nap before dinner.
"I saw Lila today." He commented as he watched her cook from over her shoulder, arms wrapped around her waist.
"Oh? And you didn't think that was important to mention earlier?" He shrugged.
"I was a bit distracted when I came home." She gave a short laugh, rolling her eyes.
Home. He liked it that he now called this place home. It was nothing like his bedroom in the Agreste mansion. It was warm and loving and it had his favorite thing in it- Marinette. Of course it would be much more cozy without the vines wrapping around the building and through the windows, but they would get that fixed soon. Would Tom and Sabine like him when they came back? He wasn't sure given the misunderstanding before-
"So are you going to tell me what happened? Did you fight?" He shook his head to get it back on track.
"Right, sorry." He took a seat at the counter so he could face her as she finished cooking.
"No, I avoided the fight. I waited long enough while she tried to convince me, to see if her eyes were red like the others." She hummed, pouring more soy sauce into the veggie stir fry she was making.
"Were they? What was she trying to convince you to do, give up?" He nodded as she plated the food, taking the dishes from her and placing them on the counter while she got something for them to drink.
"Pretty much, yeah. She's convinced that you're dead so that's good that they don't realize. And no, they weren't." She took a seat next to him, placing two glasses of water in front of them.
"That's so weird, how can that be?" She said in astonishment. He shook his head.
"I have no idea. It's been bothering me since the beginning. If she got akumatized with everyone else by scarlet butterflies, why wouldn't her eyes be red?" Marinette shook her head as she chewed, brow scrunched trying to think.
"Another more important question, how are we going to get around her to Hawkmoth?" Marinette asked before taking a drink. He stared down at his plate, pushing around a carrot as he thought. He shrugged.
"Hawkmoth has only come out to fight when he's thought that he won." She gasped. He looked over to see her eyes calculating, Ladybug gears turning in her head.
"That's exactly right. I think I have a plan." He smiled. He knew she would be the one to figure out how they were going to do this.
"Okay, here's what you're going to tell Alya and Nino-"
A few days later, Chat stood at the edge of a rooftop, close to the one where he ran into Lila the other day.
"Volpina!" He waited for about ten minutes, screaming over and over until she appeared, landing onto the next rooftop from him.
"Ah, I see you've thought about what I said. Give me your Miraculous." She smirked, crouching and holding out her hand.
"No. I want to talk with Hawkmoth." He demanded. The purple glowing edge of a butterfly appeared around her mask.
"I'm always here. Give her your ring. It's over Chat Noir." He shook his head.
"No! I want to speak with you in person first!" He yelled, angrily. "I'm still grieving the death of M'Lady and I want to know why you want the Miraculous! Then I'll relinquish it." The face Lila made looked like she was about to snarl, but the calm monotonous voice came out instead.
"Fine, tomorrow. Eiffel Tower. Noon." He nodded.
"I'll be there." He jumped to the next rooftop, turning his back to Lila, and she didn't move to follow him.