Making her way to the library to meet Marinette before heading to their last period, Alya was surprised to see a bunch of teenage boys from the year below snickering outside a broom closet. It was only when the reporter got within earshot of what they had overheard, that Alya realised that there was definitely something happening inside the dark cupboard.

Her 'Alya senses' told the blogger that she should probably text Marinette to see if her best friend had actually made it to the Library.

Alya: There's a bunch of young lads snickering out in the hallway by the Caretaker's cupboard… you wouldn't happen to know why would you?

The clang and "shit!" that came from inside the closet caused Alya to snicker as she cleared the randy teenagers from the otherwise deserted hallway.

"Clear off! Nothing to see here!"

"There's plenty to hear though-"

"Get lost you cheeky little shit!" She scolded the profusely laughing taller male before standing with her back to the door, keeping an eye out to make sure no one else came to disturb them so she could get them out without any witnesses. "Knock knock?" The young woman grinned wickedly when a male's voice cursed from the other side of the door. "The coast is clear but be quick, the bell is about to go."

Fumbling from inside the cupboard told Alya that at least one of them was about to exit, so she stepped aside in preparation. Sure enough, not a second later the door opened and a very flushed, very disheveled Marinette exited with the leather bound hero also poking his head out. Chat's eyes hardened as he set his glare on a sheepish looking Alya.

"You can trust me, I promise." She hastily held both hands up in a defensive manner, "I'm not going to out you guys, or your identity… if I happen to work it out."

Wordlessly, Chat glanced at Marinette and his expression softened.

"I trust her Kitty-"

"I'm still pissed that she just barged into your room Purrincess." He turned his sights back on Alya, "that wasn't cool, and you shouldn't just let yourself into other people's private spaces."

Alya nodded as she swallowed, the reporter had not seen the hero looking so serious in all the years she had been trailing them. "I'm sorry, it-it won't happen again."

"Good." Looking around quickly, the blonde hero reached into his suit and took out a note. Handing it to a confused Marinette, he smiled before placing a kiss on her swollen lips and unsheathed his baton. "I was only meant to drop this off to you," he winked, "sorry I got dist-cat-ted."

Marinette deadpanned while Alya snorted beside her, "that was awful Kitty."

The leather bound hero shrugged with a smirk and extended his staff before gracefully disappearing through the open roof of the education establishment. As the bell sounded out, the hallway was quickly filled with students making their way to class and Alya was already grilling Marinette. In a teasing manner, and in no way too intrusive, the eager best friend wanted 'deets' about her unplanned rendezvous with the leather bound heart throb… and Marinette not-so-reluctantly obliged.

After some more serious Google-ing, Chat landed on Marinette's balcony with a plan of action of how he hoped the evening would pan out. True to form though, things did not go as he thought.

When he arrived, Marinette was already snuggled in bed and called for Chat to let himself in; something he had not been anticipating.

The other thing he was not anticipating, was the fact she was dressed only in tight black shorts and the top he had given her the night previously.

All coherent thoughts of how he had planned the night to go disappeared completely out of the proverbial window as soon as he laid his beady cat eyes on her silky porcelain skin.

The low light of the room seemed to have already set the mood for what Marinette was planning: which, apparently, was exploring his mouth as much as physically possible without causing injury; and Chat was completely okay with that. However, the Parisian hero had planned on giving her a few more hints before they managed to get that far, but Marinette did not seem to care in the slightest.

It was not as if he was able to interrupt when Marinette was keeping his mouth busy anyway.

He knew she had read the earlier note, because he had heard her discussing just how many guys went to their school. Apparently he had been a little vague with his first clue of 'we are in the same lycée' which Alya was quick to grumble at. Marinette did not seem phased though: she was eagerly kissing him and straddling his waist without a care for his civilian identity it seemed; and Chat knew better than to put a stop to such pleasantries.

The leather bound hero groaned as she tugged on his lip and ran her fingers through his hair. The blonde was currently completely lost in all that was Marinette, that was until his ring gave out an inconveniently timed beep.

'Damn it Plagg,' Marinette groaned internally while giving out a huff of frustration at the distraction. It was not that she did not want Chat to lose the suit, but she was also aware that once he revealed his identity, she would be obliged to reveal hers too.

Marinette was not ready.

The ravenette could not quite fathom why either.

Would it really complicate things if she revealed who she was? Tikki did not seem to think so after their conversation earlier, but Marinette still seemed to search for a reason to not admit who she was to him. The guilt was eating her up, but not quite enough to compulse her to say 'hey, guess what…'

Nope.

Not happening.

Not tonight anyway.

'Soon.'

"Purrincess," Chat rolled Marinette over and hovered above her while leaning on his elbow, "I think Plagg's trying to hint at something."

"Hmmmm," she eyed his suit with playful suspicion, "and what would that be I wonder?"

Chat blushed and looked off to the side while reaching for his nape bashfully. "He's uh, asked me to er, not include him…"

Marinette nodded slowly in understanding, "right, and this afternoon was~?"

"Definitely against his wishes, yes," he answered without hesitation.

Marinette snorted and Chat grinned at her cheekily while cupping her face and stroking her cheek. "God you're beautiful."

Marinette bit her lip and smiled coyly up at him before leaning up to kiss him delicately on the lips. She whispered against his cheek, "you're not so bad yourself."

Chat took the opportunity to kiss her passionately and practically pin her beneath him, earning a surprised squeak from the young woman. She giggled when he finally leaned back up and found herself staring into his mesmerising green cat eyes.

"What are you thinking?" He brushed a tendril of hair out of her face and it lay with the rest of her tresses as they fanned out on the pillow. Marinette just continued to search his magnificent orbs and wondered why she had taken so long to realise what was in front of her for so long.

"Seriously, is there something on my face?"

"Yes," she reached up and traced the outline of his disguise, "your mask."

"I can always, y'know."

Marinette troubled her bottom lip, "how do you know you can trust me?"

Chat gazed at her adoringly, "because you've kept your own secret pretty well haven't you."

Blue eyes widened with momentary panic as he kissed her slightly parted lips.

"My little Mari-Mouse," he whispered alluringly.

The secret heroine let out a shaky breath that she had not known she was holding. The sheer panic she felt there and then was proof enough that she was not ready to be fully exposed to her wonderful partner.

"Oh, y-yeah, I forgot you saw that."

Lies.

Chat lay down next to her and began playing with the chain around her neck that he had given her the night prior. "You know, I thought you could have been Ladybug that day..."

Marinette side-eyed him cautiously."Y-you did?"

He let out a halfhearted, ironic chuckle, "yeah… could you imagine the chances though… both of Paris' heroes being in the same cl-collège."

Marinette awkwardly cleared her throat, "yeah… imagine that."

A thought quickly flashed into Chat's mind as he gazed from the necklace to the pictures on Marinette's wall: he and Marinette knew all of the temporary holders, and most of them were in his class! Could it really have been so unbelievable to reason that Ladybug could have also been in their school? Dismissing the thought almost as quickly as it appeared, he turned his attention back to the young lady in his arms.

"Anyway," he snuggled in closer to her and wrapped his arms around her middle, "if you're not ready, how about another clue?"

Marinette seemed to relax into him at the change in subject and Chat could not help but grin while burying his face in the crook of her hair. "Go on then."

He hummed as Marinette turned on her side to face him. The black clad hero smirked as he thought of another hint to give her.

"I have green eyes."

Marinette snorted into him.

"What?"

She leaned back in his embrace and twisted a strand of his hair delicately, "the next one is going to be that you have blonde hair too, isn't it Minou~" she finished by placing a quick peck to his lips and then looking at his slightly confused face.

"Well, yeah… I do, actually."

Another beep sounded out from his ring and Marinette turned around in his arms and nuzzled back into his arms. "Why don't you transform and I'll think about your clues further."

Chat smiled and muttered the words, seeing a cocky expression on his accomplished Kwami's face before the little being zipped off wordlessly into the depths of Marinette's room. Having the budding designer in his arms while detransformed felt amazing, and only then did he realise what he was donning before he had turned into his superhero self earlier.

With her eyes focused on the picture of a particular blonde on her wall, Marinette froze. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as his transformation felt, and was suddenly very aware that he now had bare legs.

Bare legs that were tangled with hers.

"You, erm-"

The blonde chuckled nervously behind her, "yeah, I seemed to have been a little eager to get over here."

She snorted, he buried his face in her hair, and Marinette simply held his bare arms around her tighter. "I love this."

The young man cooed, "me too," as he placed a kiss on the back of her neck and felt his eyes closing in his state of contentment. It was not long until they had both drifted off into a restful sleep, happy with just being with each other.

Adrien was not sure what time it was when he woke, but he was very aware of the young woman in his arms as her bottom lay cradled by his crotch. In his sleepy state, the blonde clutched her tighter while placing a kiss on her neck and was perfectly happy to go back to sleep.

It seemed a sleep-addled Marinette had different ideas.

His stirring had caused her to do the same, and just as he was retreating his face after the tender kiss, Marinette turned and immediately found his lips with hers. Placing a hand on his cheek to cup his face, she sighed into the contact, and what started out as a sleepy sign of affection, soon turned into a warm and passionate embrace.

With Adrien only being in his boxers and a t-shirt when he transformed, the moment her leg came up to rest on his hip had him feeling the warmth emanating from between her thighs rather obviously. The young man eagerly got lost in their kisses and rolled her onto her back while supporting himself on one elbow.

The excitable Parisian hero had very little thought about what he was doing and simply went with what felt right. While her hands roamed his neck, hair and clutched at his back, Adrien barely noticed his enthusiastic hand sliding under her top, and his trailing fingers soon found the young woman's pert breast. Allowing his thumb to trace over her already hardened nipple, the blonde relished the small sinful gasp that escaped her lips and found himself smirking as she eagerly dug her nails into his t-shirt.

Marinette's hips rolled and her legs slipped around his hips to encourage him to lean further onto her, and Adrien soon realised that the thin fabrics separating their hormone fuelled bodies were an unwanted hindrance. As she coaxed him to grind against her, the blonde moved from ravishing her lips to place trailing kisses down her neck and could feel her tense as she stifled a pleasured moan.

His shirt was easily pulled off immediately after, and Adrien was surprised as Marinette flipped their positions so she was then straddling his hips. Feeling a little overdressed, the unmasked hero began to pull up her loose top and found that Marinette was more than willing to help in the matter.

His hot mouth quickly found her sensitive nipple and Adrien felt compelled to nibble, earning a raspy inhale from Marinette. The young woman threw her head back in pleasure, and the blonde watched as she ran her hands through her own hair while grinding down onto his restrained bulge.

Taking her stifling pants as a good sign, Adrien continued his exploration of the ravenette's bosom while making sure to hold her as tight as possible to his face.

Marinette ran her hands down her body and over the tops of his strong arms, "fuck Chat!" She gasped out before burying her face into the side of his head, kissing the skin at his temple as he began to push into her with ardour.

It was at that moment that he realised the condom he decided to make sure was on his person at all times was, typically, in his jeans pocket back in the mansion. Although the thought of taking her there and then was almost too appealing to ignore, the blonde was aware that neither of them were ready for the possible consequences of such actions.

Flipping her over onto her back, Adrien noticed that Marinette's eyes were scrunched up when she landed with her head on the pillow. There was something that he had read about on Google which looked like a lot of fun, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to try it out.

So Alya is learning! And Adrien is letting his instincts take over... the next chapter is coming, I promise!

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