I am so sorry about the wait on this chapter… in all honesty I'm still a bit unsure about it but hey, it is what it is. Enjoy!

Remember, it's rated 'M' for a reason ;p

"Has Adrikins' suit arrived yet?"

"Yes Madam, his father has sent it over with an arrangement of ties and shirts as requested."

"And a selection of dresses?"

"Have arrived also."

"Good." The blonde socialite turned to see hotel employees wheeling the food into the suite which she had arranged for the party to be held in. Tom and Sabine had already come by with the cake and dessert selection, then were instructed to go and have themselves primed for the evening by the in-house team. "That all needs to go along that wall there," she pointed to where a long table had been positioned, "and that's where Nino will be…" Chloé pursed her lips, "Sabrina!"

The broadly smiling teen poked her head through an open doorway that led into the corridor. "He's already on his way up with the sound equipment."

"Good." The hotel heiress allowed a small smile to curve her lips, "is the photographer-"

"Arriving as we speak."

Chloé's shoulders relaxed a little, "what would I do without you?" The blonde smiled affectionately at her, peering at the young woman playfully as Sabrina entered the room with a clipboard in her hand.

The redhead giggled and spoke quietly so no one else would hear. "Spend the night with Mario…"

Blue eyes widened comically as her cheeks flamed and her pursed lips failed to hide the smile that was beginning to show. "Sabrina!" She whisper-shouted, "not here when we have… company…"

Chloé's good friend Sabrina snorted behind the clipboard, and the young ladies began giggling coyly. Chloe was the first to stop, "maybe I should just come clean…" she stated while twisting her fingers nervously. "Sod the press-urgh!" She huffed and rolled her eyes as she continued to mutter out her grievances. "Why do I feel like I have to worry about them… they get to live their lives as they want… mother wouldn't pay attention anyway, and I think Daddykins already knows-"

"The press don't matter," Sabrina bitterly murmured before elbowing the blonde teasingly and keeping the bottom half of her face hidden from the employees in the room. "And I don't think your Daddykins bought that we were watching a scary movie-"

One of the employees, adjusting the curtains behind them, snorted and then covered his faux pas with a cough, earning a mortified glare from the friends as they turned immediately to face the tall, gangly young man: it was one thing for their classmates to know about their relationship, but it was a whole different issue when it came to anyone else.

"Do you have something to say?" Chloe challenged, hoping to deter any further reactions from him, but the employee did not even have the decency to look sheepish. Instead he involuntarily smirked before attempting to school his face into a neutral expression.

"Only that-" Clearing his throat, the brown haired young man glanced around to the all of a sudden strangely silent room, while the ladies stared at him with a mixture of dread and apprehension. "-I don't think anyone bought that you were watching a scary movie that night."

Chloé blinked once; twice; three times, before shaking her head to regain her composure and willed the redness out her face. Sabrina simply bit her lip nervously, "does uh," she gulped and glanced at an emotional looking Chloé, "everyone know?"

The tall man winced and twisted his lips apologetically, "yeah, kinda." He added quickly when Chloé remained silent and Sabrina echoed his wince: "but I honestly wouldn't worry, it's no big deal."

The hotel heiress found her voice, "i-it's not?"

Another worker, who had stopped positioning the food on the table, approached them from behind. He placed a hand on a nervous looking Chloé's shoulder, causing her to flinch away from the slightly older employee as he smiled at the blonde kindly. "No. From what I've experienced, and from what I know of your father, he's pretty accepting."

"But what about Sabrina? The tabloids would-"

"Wouldn't care. We live in Paris, along with God knows how many fellow members of the LGBT community." He rolled his eyes and smiled at the redhead beside the socialite, "the tabloids would have something to say about anyone you dated, but at least Sabrina isn't some playboy with a bad reputation." He chuckled, "they'd probably love her."

Chloé cautiously reached for Sabrina's hand for support while searching the man's warm brown eyes, "are you?"

The new addition to the conversation nodded, and Chloé relaxed as Sabrina rested her head on the socialite's shoulder and gave her hand an affectionate squeeze.

"The papers don't need to know, and only tell your father when you're ready, but I am almost certain it will not change how much he loves-"

"You do not even need to tell me my darling." André Bourgeois's voice sounded from the doorway, causing a few 'aww's and sharp inhales to sound out from the other occupants of the room. "You are my daughter, and I love you. If you love Sabrina like I love your mother, then that is something to celebrate." He smiled at his teary eyed daughter, who took hesitant steps towards him while completely forgetting about their audience. "I want you to live your life to the fullest, and it does not matter to me, or the press, who is by your side, as long as you are happy."

Chloé abruptly flung herself into her father's arms and cried tears of joy and relief as the man held his daughter close. "I love you Daddy."

"I love you too, Princess. Sabrina?" He called over to the nervous and emotional looking teen, who's knuckles had turned white while she peered over her clipboard at the father and daughter embracing. "Would you like to join us for dinner tomorrow?" André released one of his arms from around his daughter and gestured for the redhead to join them. She nodded and dropped the clipboard from her face and joined in with the hug.

"I would like that, Sir."

"André is fine, dear," he smiled and released to the two young ladies, allowing Chloé to wipe her face free from her tears. "Now, what is next on your list?"

Adrien hovered less than an inch from capturing Marinette's lips. His thoughts began to run away with him as time seemed to stand still.

Her eyes blinked slowly, while those intense blue irises searched his, full of apprehension, and Adrien knew he needed to react quickly. Was it awesome, the fact that she was Ladybug? Yes. Did it hurt that she had rejected him as her spotted self, only to end up allowing him close to her without the mask? Not really: Adrien had kind of done the same thing to her. He had previously overlooked the ravenette, in favour of chasing her alter ego; and he could practically guarantee that she had also overlooked his masked self in favour of his civilian side… Should she have come clean earlier? Perhaps… But then he found it better this way. Not the part where he agonised over not being able to hold her close while they attended classes, but Marinette accepted the full unfiltered version of himself: and that was an amazing feeling.

His quick train of thought felt complicated and slightly overwhelming, but it seemed they had been in some sort of love-loop-square-dance-thing for way too long.

Would they need to talk about all of this at some point? Yes. But did it have to be at that very moment? No.

Lunging in to meet her lips, Adrien felt the young woman freeze up momentarily before she melted against him. The blonde wasted no time in hoisting her up by her thighs, and found the feel of her bare skin beneath his fingers, as she clasped her legs around his middle, exhilarating. There was no suit in the way; no gloves restricting how much he could feel as one hand hastily made its way under his top; no way that Plagg would be able to chastise him for making a mess in the suit as his quickly hardening length strained against the denim of his jeans.

'No one to interrupt us now….'

Adrien gasped out between kisses when the ravenette began devouring his mouth and her hands gripped onto his head and shoulders. "I'm… a little… over-"

"P-put… d-desk." She told him breathlessly while continuing to keep her lips against his. Adrien complied as she clung onto him like her life depended on his lips.

Clumsily moving some unknown items aside, the blonde did as Marinette instructed and immediately felt her hands wandering down his torso and reaching for his belt. Their lips continued their passionate assault on each other while Marinette managed to unfasten Adrien's buckle and the blonde eagerly let his hands find purchase on each breast currently hidden under his signature top.

It was an awkward position with impatient arms and clumsy hand movements getting in the way, but they made it work.

Marinette moaned into him when he toyed with each nipple, causing her to falter in her movements to unbutton his trousers. Adrien felt encouraged. Although there was distance between them as the ravenette fiddled with his jeans, there was also distance between the young woman's legs, and the blonde let one hand head south to massage her through the thin barrier. The fabric was already slick with her arousal, and Adrien wasted no time in taking full advantage of her current position and pushed the material to one side, exposing her soaked folds. Teasing her entrance with the tip of his fingers, Adrien loved the fact that they were now able to look each other in the eyes during such an intimate act.

Marinette panted while her sultry and pleading eyes remained focused on his, and the way her arousal coated the tips of his fingers caused his cock to twitch impatiently in his almost undone jeans.

When the blond finally inserted his fingers, Marinette let out a gluttonous mewl closely followed by a curse as she clung on to his broad shoulders. With each pump of his digits, she could feel her pleasure mounting. Burying her face against his neck, Marinette dragged her lips up to place open mouthed kisses against his sun kissed skin, and moaned lustfully when he reacted by capturing her lips passionately.

His reaction to her being Ladybug was a relief, as Marinette honestly thought she had messed up big time by not telling him sooner. Now the young lady was just grateful that their identities were out in the open, and there were no longer any secrets between them.

Desperately wanting him closer, and needing him to lose the pants, Marinette struggled against her climbing release to get his jeans undone and down around his ankles.

Adrien smirked against her lips, breaking the contact so he could look at her intently. "What's the rush, Purrincess?" He purred teasingly, stooping his head to kiss against her pulse point and loving the feel of the necklace he gave her between them. "We've got purrlenty of time."

'Damn his voice is hot!'

"Ah! Fuck…" she panted and scrunched up her eyes, holding onto as much resolve as she could muster, when Adrien's fingers penetrated her deeper and stroked her sensitive spot.

"I… I-" Marinette could not get her words out, Adrien was upping the ante by sucking on her collarbone, only causing the ravenette to gasp out in pleasure. She gripped the waistband of his trousers tightly, pulling his constricted manhood as close as possible while her legs shook as she came undone around the blonde's fingers.

Shuddering, as he slowly removed his deft digits, Marinette took the opportunity to expertly, and finally, undo his button and push Adrien's pants down. His green eyes sparkled with lust before shutting tightly when Marinette wound her hand around his straining manhood, resting his forehead against hers when she began pumping him with purpose. The young man opened his hued green orbs to stare intently into hers, and their breaths mingled in the minuscule space between their lips while Adrien's already building climax threatened to explode. His cock flexed, and Marinette swirled her thumb over the tip, to spread the moisture seeping out, down his shaft.

It was Adrien's turn to curse.

Marinette smiled with pleasure at seeing the blonde's resolve begin to crumble under her touch. She kissed him ardently and pulled him flush to her so his tip was rubbing against the thin material over her open apex.

"Mari, I'm gonna…"

"Please Minou," Marinette purred seductively into his ear, causing him to grunt as hot liquid shot all over her underwear. Adrien's laboured breaths came out sporadically, and Marinette slowed her pumping of the blonde's shaft, allowing the softening tip to linger by her entrance.

As they came down from their high, the two donned matching perspiring brows and kissed tenderly. Marinette wound her arms around Adrien's neck, keeping him close while his hands found purchase on her hips: neither seemed to want to separate, as their lips remained connected in a lovingly and gentle manner.

Before they could get too lost in each other once more, with their kisses becoming slightly desperate again, a disgruntled throat cleared behind them followed by a pained grunt. The young heroes both reluctantly pulled apart with a frustrated groan and looked in the direction of their Kwami: Plagg was rubbing his head while TIkki glared at her black counterpart.

"Ouch! That hurt, Sugarcube!"

"Why did you have to ruin their moment!?"

Plagg simply scowled back for a few seconds while the couple caught their breath and continued to clutch on tight to each other. The young adults wore matching bashful grins as Marinette bit her lip and Adrien nuzzled against her forehead, placing a loving kiss to her temple first and wrapping his arms around her form. The moment had gone, and, although Adrien was cursing Plagg for an untimely need to clear his throat, the blonde had a job to do. Plus, the hero had already made arrangements for later on that night as he wanted them to share a perfect first time.

"Kid," Plagg pointedly maintained eye contact with him while the two humans began to rearrange themselves: Marinette glancing downwards at the mess currently dripping down her thighs. "That is not what you came here to do, remember."

Tikki rolled her eyes and Adrien pinched the bridge of his nose and pursed his lips.

"You will have time to do that later, right now-"

"Yes~ Plagg, I know."

Marinette straightened up and blinked rapidly at Adrien before tilting her head. "Wait, why are you here exactly?" Before Adrien could answer, Marinette slapped her palm to her forehead. "Of course!" She exclaimed and jumped down off the desk. "Tonight's my party, isn't it!"

"Wait. How-"

"We've thrown one for everyone this year," she rolled her eyes and gave him a playful shove, "it's kind of obvious, I just never thought they'd ask you to be the one to distract me! I thought they would have sent Alya… oh~"

Marinette blushed and looked up to the blonde with big blue eyes in realisation. Adrien tilted his head and smiled. "Yeah, I think they were hoping we might become an item. Chloé-"

"Chloé?!"

Adrien chuckled, "yeah, I know you guys have not exactly become friends, but she's really stepped up. She's even-"

"Kid," Plagg interrupted with an almost bored tone, "don't ruin the surprise."

"Right!" Adrien smiled and handed Marinette a tissue from the box on her desk and gave her cheek a shy peck causing the young woman to blush and smile bashfully. "What are you going to wear?"

Marinette took the offered tissue and snorted before looking down and giggling. I think I might need to get another shower first."

While the heroine was in the bathroom, Adrien stared up to the ceiling as he lay down on her chaise. He had one on hand behind his head, with the other draped across his middle: the goofy lovesick grin plastered all over his face, told Plagg that his chosen was deep in a post orgasm high. The tiny little menace glanced around the room, looking for one item in particular as Tikki packed Marinette's overnight bag as per Adrien's instructions.

A smirk appeared across his tiny face, and the being was required to stifle his cackle when he finally found the item he was looking for poking out from behind the monitor on Marinette's desk. With his red counterpart, and blonde holder, thoroughly distracted, Plagg quickly flew to grab the item, and deposited it in the overnight bag. He eyed the box of condoms too, knowing that they would most definitely be needed if Adrien's plan was a success, which seemed a given, and also plopped them in. Tikki caught him, but said nothing, the tiny being winking and adding an item of her own into the bag for their holders to later enjoy.

Soooo… Chloé having doubts about how her relationship would be received, and then her father's reaction was what I was unsure of. I am personally not part of the LGBT community, and I know people who are can face such horrid difficulties and reactions from the people closest to them. Personally, as long as you are happy with who you are, then sod what other people think (which I understand can be very difficult in many people's circumstances). When my kids are older, I want them to just come and introduce me to their partner, no matter who it is. I also believe that André Bourgeois would only be concerned for his daughter's happiness, which is why it was no big deal for him to accept.

One day, I would love for us all to be accepted for who we are without prejudice, and without fear, and without judgment; be kind to each other, and have respect for each other. Love is beautiful, so why should it only be experienced between a man and a woman? From my experience though, this fandom is pretty awesome when it comes to accepting people no matter what, and that is why I am so glad I am a part of it. Love you all!

Thank you for reading, the reviews, follows and faves. I would love to hear your thoughts on how Adrien took the news!

Take it easy =^.^=

Lady Rhi X