The Naked Truth

Written by: JuliaFC

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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by (c) Thomas Astruc, TS1 Bouygues, Disney Channel, Zagtoon, Toei Animation. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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Chapter 10 — Exposed!

It was after a while that she had been soaking in the bath that Marinette picked up her phone and her hand went back to the conversation with Adrien. She smiled cunningly and raised an eyebrow at her phone. Of course, why not? She gathered a few bubbles to cover her body the best she could. Then she took a picture and added on,

Marinette: [Getting ready for a cat visit!]

A couple of minutes after she hit send, she heard her phone buzzing again. A quick glance at the message made her burst into a laugh.

Chaton: [Do you want me to come over tonight? Because at this rate, I won't come, I'll be dead. I just choked on my food. Badly.]

Marinette: [LOL. Sorry, Chaton]

Chaton: [No, you're not sorry. Tell the truth, you're laughing]

Marinette: [Touché. But I told the truth. I'm getting all nice and ready for you. Prefer knickers on or off?]

Chaton: [M'lady! è_é]

Marinette: [XD]

Chaton: [*pouts*]

Marinette: [Aw, c'me here, Minou, I'll kiss that adorable pout off your face!]

Chaton: [Adorable pout?]

Marinette: [Uh… well, we have promised to tell the truth, right?]

Chaton: [Wait. So you weren't joking about the knickers?]

A gentle knock at the door woke Marinette up from her reverie. "Yes?"

"How long are you going to be, Marinette? I could have had four showers in the meantime," said Alya from behind the bathroom's door.

Marinette blushed. "Uh, sorry Alya, I'll be out in a minute." That said, she stood quickly from the tub and proceeded to dry herself. After drying her skin, she rummaged in her drawers until she found a new body cream that she had recently bought. She opened it up and the smell of strawberries and vanilla hit her nostrils. Mhhhh that smelled nice. She proceeded to apply a generous amount on her skin.

When she was finished and had put some clothes on, she grabbed again her phone and noticed that a certain someone had sent her a few messages. She looked them up and she couldn't avoid widening her eyes at the sight.

Chaton: [M'lady? Tell me more about the knickers!]

Chaton: [MARINETTE!]

Chaton: [Okay, I'll take a shower myself then. Need one after fencing]

After that, there was the reason for her eyes nearly popping out. Adrien had taken his sweet revenge. In full display on her phone was a picture of his abs, wet and dripping with soap.

Chaton: [I'm also getting ready for you, M'lady. Can't wait.]

Uh… he couldn't do that to her. Her brain stopped working for a second and resumed its activity only because Alya banged at the door again. Marinette looked around and suddenly, she smirked, her gaze eyeing her sponge cunningly.

Marinette: [Such a pity you're showering at home. I could have kept you company…]

She attached a picture of the sponge and hit send. Then she came out of the bathroom whistling happily, her phone held by the hem of her trousers, her hands still towel drying her hair, her cunning smile still curling her lips.

"Finally!" sighed Alya. "Should we get something to eat?"

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Adrien had spent the whole day on tenterhooks. His boner had been coming and going—it had the very bad habit of reappearing the very second he started thinking about Marinette. Which was a lot of times, counting that she was right behind him and very often their gazes crossed when he just turned around to pick up something from his bag. While it had been easy to hide it during the afternoon lesson, he found it quite difficult to concentrate, and had feared to really embarrass himself during fencing. Luckily for him, he had managed to keep her out of his head long enough to go through the hour without major issues.

Then, Marinette had the great idea to start flirting with him on the phone. And of course, he wouldn't have upheld his reputation as Chat Noir if he hadn't replied in the same tone. No way that his Lady was finally flirting with him and he could possibly ignore the fact.

But his distraction cost him, because he hadn't been joking. He really had hit a lamppost on his way to the car (his bodyguard had checked him out to ensure he hadn't gotten injured before allowing him in the sedan). And not only he had choked on his food for real, but the picture Marinette had sent of her in the bath had made his lower limb problem become even harder to hide. 'Fuck'. And now he couldn't think of anything else than how soft Marinette's tits felt under his hands and how smooth her skin was, and how wet she had been when…

Okay, these thoughts were NOT helping.

Not helping AT ALL.

"I need a shower," he thought aloud and proceeded to get some fresh clothes and towels from his walk in wardrobe. He chose carefully what he was going to wear (he had a feeling that his transformation wouldn't last long when he'd reached Marinette's home), and then he went straight to the bathroom, got undressed and turned the water on.

He needed a cold shower. A very cold shower. Better if the water came from the North Pole as a present from Santa Claus. Yep. That probably would be enough. He moved the water setting to cold, and the sudden shock on his skin caused him to scream. He closed the water flow quickly and breathed better.

"Are you alright, gamin?" Plagg appeared from the wall and gave him an unimpressed look.

"Yeah. The water was cold."

Plagg raised an eyebrow. "And why on Earth would you take a cold shower when this modern era has given you the commodity of hot water?" he muttered to himself. Then his lips curled in a cunning smile and his electric green eyes looked at him with a gleam of pure amusement. "Were you trying to cool your jets?"

Adrien gave him a deathly glare and turned the water on again, whimpering loudly underneath it. Plagg's sniggers could be heard on the other side of the mansion, he was sure of that. "Shut up. I need it." He whimpered again, as tricklets of freezing water were falling down his front and back. This was making his problem down South a bit more bearable, but it was causing his teeth to chatter quite loudly.

"Turn. That. Off," he heard Plagg's voice whisper into his ear, causing him to jump.

"Plagg! You will give me a heart attack one day!"

"You were concentrating too much on trying to stop your teeth from chattering, gamin. It's not my fault if the mere thought of Pigtails is causing your shallower instincts to work overtime. I don't have this problem. That's why I prefer dealing with cheese."

Adrien tried to contain the chattering of his teeth enough to say, "You and your cheese!" but the sentence didn't come out just right, sounding more like a chattering mumble.

Plagg smirked. "Turn. That. Off. Gamin, you'll end up getting sick and Pigtails will be left waiting tonight."

"No fucking way, Plagg. I will get there even if I have to drag my dead body up to the bakery," he muttered, but he decided to change the settings of the shower and warm the water up again. The warm liquid that hit his body made him breathe a sigh of relief. He continued his shower absentmindedly, until he picked up his phone to check if there were any more messages. Nothing. Alright, maybe he too could play a trick on his Lady. He smirked and turned the camera of his phone on, taking a shot of his abs and sent the picture to Marinette,

Adrien: [I'm also getting ready for you, M'lady. Can't wait.]

He looked at the message with a satisfied smirk and put his phone back, carrying on with his shower, until he heard his phone beeping again. He picked it up and his eyes went wide. Marinette had taken a picture of her sponge and had said,

M'Lady: [Such a pity you're showering at home. I could have kept you company…]

Holy fuck. She was going to be the death of him. Then, he looked up and smirked again. He turned around to ensure that the water was hitting his backside and not the screen of his phone and typed,

Adrien: [That's a problem that can be solved. Hold that thought. Will be there in 2. Naked.]

He hit send and his smirk widened. "Plaaaagg? Can I transform now? Like this?"

Plagg emerged from the wall and crossed his paws on his chest. "Hate to break the news to you, gamin, but you're naked. And dripping wet."

"So? Marinette wants to join me in the shower. I can't let this opportunity pass!"

Plagg's electric eyes were always more unimpressed. "Let's say that it depends on the years of aging of that Camembert you already owe me…" He saw his charge raising an eyebrow and smirked cunningly. "Don't look at me like that. I demand a very well aged Camembert for the horrible mating spectacle that I had to endure earlier." He put a paw theatrically on his forehead and closed his eyes. "Oh, I will need to bleach my eyes! The things I heard!"

"Plagg," said Adrien, raising an eyebrow again. "You don't bleach your eyes if you hear stuff."

"Shut up," snapped Plagg, his paws again folded on his tiny chest. "I bleach whatever. You spoke too much nonsense already."

Adrien sighed. "Alright then, I will order your special Camembert tomorrow after school. Any other problem that can impede me to transform like this?"

"Except maybe feeling a bit cold when you get outside, not really. But you better check with your girl—" started Plagg, but Adrien didn't hear him. He pushed his ringed hand forward and shouted, "Plagg, claws out!" Plagg was sucked into the ring mid sentence and didn't look the image of happiness for having been interrupted. Not that Adrien cared. He didn't even look at his phone. He turned the shower on again and then used his baton to jump out of the bathroom's window.

The chill of the evening hit him like a slap in the face. Bloody hell. Call that 'a little cold'! He was going to kill Plagg stone dead!

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Chaton: [That's a problem that can be solved. Hold that thought. Will be there in 2. Naked.]

Marinette's eyes nearly popped out of her sockets as all blood drained from her face. She eyed Alya worryingly and started typing frantically on her phone.

Marinette: [Chaton? CHATON? Don't you dare! Alya's here! Stay exactly where you are!]

She hit send and looked anxiously at her screen. Nothing. Not even little dots to say that he was typing. 'Merde!' She waited another few seconds, but nothing happened.

Marinette: [Chaton? Are you still around? Please read!]

Her heart was by now pounding into her throat, and she literally jumped out of her skin when Alya asked her, "Are you okay girl? You look pale."

She put a hand to her chest, trying to calm down the mad beating of her heart and she breathed heavily. "Yes, I'm okay. Didn't you need to go home to mind the twins?"

"Nah. I can wait a bit longer and finish my sandwiches."

Marinette eyed her phone again. Still no answer. Shoot. He must be close by now. The mental image of a naked Adrien coming though her skylight door while Alya was still in the room caused her heart to stop.

Okay, a naked Adrien coming through her skylight door would have made her heart stop anyway, but with the added complication of Alya being there, even more so.

She quickly rummaged into one of the drawers of her desk and took out some clear film, then fiddled with the sandwiches that were on Alya's plate and wrapped them with it. "There you go. You can finish these at home. Now if you don't mind—" she said, putting the sandwiches into Alya's backpack, but Alya gave her a distrustful glare.

"What's the sudden rush?" she asked. "You look terrified, Marinette. What's going on?"

"N-nothing, absolutely nothing. I-I'm j-just t-tired. It was a l-long d-day. N-need to s-sleep."

"Sure. And of course I believe you." Suddenly, a soft noise came from the balcony over Marinette's room. If possible, Marinette's face became even whiter. Alya took advantage of the second that her friend was eyeing her skylight with terror to move forward and snatch Marinette's phone from her hand. Marinette's face had gotten a greyish-greenish complexion when she turned around to look at her again.

"Alya! Give me my phone back!"

"Nope," she said. "What are you hiding from me, Marinette?" She stood up and raised the hand she was holding the phone up high, so that Marinette couldn't reach it.

"Please give me my phone back!" Marinette was trying her hardest to catch Alya's hand and get her phone, but Alya stood tall and spread her legs to gain better balance and prevent Marinette from tipping her over. Then, she started looking at her screen.

"Who's Chaton?" Alya asked as her eyes widened in shock. "Ugh. Is he really coming here naked?"

"ALYA!" Marinette shouted. "That's a personal conversation!"

Alya put down the hand that held Marinette's phone, but made sure to keep a strong hold of it so that her friend wouldn't be able to get it back. She looked at Marinette sternly. "I'm your best friend, Marinette. I've been here supporting you all this time with Adrien and what do you do? You find yourself a boyfriend without telling me? And you also lie blatantly to me. Unless this Chaton is your mum and dad!"

"No, it's not…" started Marinette, but Alya moved her gaze back to the conversation and started scrolling up. "Please, no!"

Alya glared at her again, but kept moving the conversation backwards. "Uh, well. He does have nice abs!" She noticed that Marinette was getting really red in the face and seemed to have lost the ability to breathe. "Come on, Marinette, what do you think? That's nothing I haven't seen. Although I must admit that your boyfriend's abs are better than those of mine. But don't tell Nino, he may get upset."

Alya kept moving the conversation up and now was effectively reading it. "Uh, can I ask why is he calling you M'lady?" she said, more to herself than to Marinette. But just one more scroll and her eyes widened again as she saw the picture of the four girls in fencing uniforms, and the message underneath it. "Why do I have the feeling that I saw those very abs in the latest underwear ad from Gabriel?"

Marinette became beet red up to her neck, her expression matching the cringe look she used to give Adrien when they were in Collège.

"There's only one boy who's the best student in M. D'Argencourt's class. Now I'm going to ask once more and I want you to be honest with me, Marinette. Were you hit by that akuma today? Did you end up in the bubble with Adrien?"

But then, Alya scrolled enough to reach the picture of Marinette's skylight door. "Marinette? Why are you telling Adrien that you'll leave your skylight door open? He's not—" Alya's eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets as the wheels in her brain began to turn. Marinette saw her mouthing 'chaton' and 'm'lady' and then opening her mouth in a small o. She eyed the skylight door worriedly now, and gave Marinette her phone back. As if she had called for it, there was a soft knock coming from the very window Alya had just looked at.

"Uuuuuh, I think it's time for me to go, what do you think, Marinette?" Alya shouted that sentence so loudly that Marinette feared her parents had heard her in Marseille. She stood up mechanically and started walking a bit stiffly towards the trapdoor, but before heading downstairs, she gave one more look at Marinette, her eyes now small slits in her face.

"I can't believe that my two ships were just one…" she said with a scolding tone to her voice. But then, a big smile curled her lips as she added excitedly, "and they're both sailing!"

She rummaged in her bag and took out a condom that she passed to a very crimson faced Marinette. Then she frowned and picked up another two, which she also passed to her super embarrassed friend. "There. In case he was so eager that he forgot about it. Better safe than sorry. And… I want a detailed report, girl. Both on what happened in that bubble and what will happen here tonight. See ya!"

That said, she walked downstairs and left.

Author's Note:

There you go so… whops, Alya knows! I know, I know, I hear you. Alya was a bit unfair. But I did have friends in real life who acted this way, so I don't think it's very unlikely that she also could. After all, Marinette had been texting on her phone all afternoon completely ignoring her, so she thought of taking her sweet revenge. Little she knew that she was going to win the bingo (and the lotto, and the Euromillion too…) by doing it!

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Unfortunately I need to inform you that I won't be able to publish the next chapter on Saturday this week. It's St Stephen's day (or Boxing Day, depending on where you live) and I'm having family around. It would be very rude of me to forget about my guests to upload a new chapter. And when they leave, I'm going to be so tired that I doubt I will be able to post. I will try to post the chapter on Sunday, but if I don't manage to, I'll post it next Wednesday. Sorry about the delay right when the good stuff is coming. But Christmas is Christmas! Have a really nice Christmas guys, and I will see you when it's all over with the new chapter!

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In next chapter of Naked Truth (out either on Sunday or on Wednesday night GMT),

"Shower time"

- "Huh… three? No pressure. Cheers, Alya."

- "Well, Purrincess. As purretty as you are in this shirt and skirt, if you don't want your clothes to get wet, there's only one thing to do."

- "Hey, it's okay. I wanted you to come first."

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