Dear Reader,

It's been a long, long, long time since I posted chapter one for this story and while I've had chapter two written I had balked a bit about posting it as I wasn't happy with it at the time. But at the request of a fellow reader, I've decided to it's about time I uploaded it. Be warned, adult content!

Chapter Two

It was too damn bright and why did his mouth feel like he'd been swallowing sand? But at the same time Adrien's body felt oddly satisfied. Boneless even. While he hadn't opened his eyes, a part of him wanted to sink back into that blissful abyss of sleep. Heck, if he'd been Chat Noir he was certain he'd start purring in contentment with his fingers extending and contracting as if he were kneading like a kitten.

Yet last night Adrien remembered having an epiphany. It had been a moment so profound it was almost burnt into his memory. Strangely enough he was grasping at what that lightbulb moment had been. Scrunching his closed eyelids tight he began to recall. Seeing Marinette in the dim light, the way the shadows had cast on her face and the pieces had simply fallen into place. His long-term friend, which he'd been denying himself on crushing over, was one and the same as his lady. Meaning he was in love with one woman, not two. Ladybug was Marinette and Marinette was Ladybug. The revelation had been astounding. Particularly since it had happened while drunk and when he'd discovered her with her hand down his pants.

A smile spread across his face as he remembered waking up to that delightful sensation. At first, he'd thought he'd been having a really vivid sex dream. But the feeling had been too real, too exquisite and he'd opened his bleary eyes to find a vision he'd only fantasised about. With his inhibitions scattered to the four winds, Adrien hadn't had any qualms in encouraging, no begging for her to continue. Although his memory was a little foggy he could remember the good bits. Like the way she moaned when he touched her in return, how responsive she was when he kissed her, how utterly amazing it had felt to be inside her.

Green eyes snapped wide open. They'd had sex. Like real sex. For real. Shit, shit, shit. This wasn't how he'd planned on bedding the love of his life. He wasn't meant to be drunk. Then he shot up suddenly as he remembered something else. "No condom," he uttered in a low growl at his own stupidity. For years he'd had the safe sex talk drummed into him. 'If it's not on, it's not on.' Shit, shit, double shit. And the room was fucking spinning. He shouldn't have sat up so quickly.

Dropping his aching head into his hands, Adrien tried to take stock of what he knew. They'd partied last night – check. He'd had too much wine after a day of too much sun and he'd left the land of the living – check. Blinking, Adrien glanced around the room. He wasn't at home, at least not his true home. This was Nino's spare room which he often crashed in when he was pissed at his father. That was a lot, meaning he was Nino's unofficial roommate – he even paid board because of it. Heck it was partly why Nino was able to afford to live away from home now since he'd started uni.

Ever so slowly, the model turned his tousled blonde head to study the person lying beside him. Yep, there was Marinette. Surprisingly still in her clothes. Adrien glanced down to see that he did indeed still have his shirt on but his jeans were tangled low on his legs, leaving him exposed from his hips to his thighs. Damn, they hadn't even gotten naked, not fully. Fuck. Marinette was going to hate him. He just knew it. She deserved to be treated like a goddess, not like a one night stand. Shit, was this a one night stand? His fingers itched to touch her, to gently shake her awake. But it would probably be best if he pulled his pants up first, right?

Why was this all so complicated? Especially when his skull felt like it had been split open and stapled back together with iron spikes stabbing into his brain. With a tormented groan, the model swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, yanking his underwear and jeans back into place, only to discover that he was rather sticky in his nether regions. Sighing, he didn't bother zipping up. Instead he sat heavily on the side of the bed and raked his hands through his hair. This situation had clusterfuck written all over it. He was never ever drinking again. Never.

"Adrien?"

Her voice was a low sleepy croak and he turned his head slowly to look over his shoulder, almost afraid to see her expression. Licking his suddenly dry lips, he spoke in return. "Yeah?" Shit, that was articulate, wasn't it…not.

"Um, how are you?"

Bloody hell, she was as awkward as he was. Her blue eyes darted to his and away. While her slender body curled into a ball on her side as if he were about to verbally tear her asunder. What did she think he was going to say?

"My head is killing me." He admitted. It wasn't like he should divulge that he was getting hard again just looking at her. Shit, he should have zipped up his jeans. Then again, the diversion of blood from the head on his shoulders to the one between his legs might just ease the pounding in his skull. Still, not a great solution. "How are you?"

She shrugged. "I feel a bit seedy but I'll get over it."

Seedy? What the hell did that mean? Did she feel seedy because he'd touched her? Because he'd slept with her? Fuck, fuck, fuck. Had he just ruined their friendship, heck even their entire relationship? Too many freaking questions.

"Marinette, I…" damn what was he going to say?

She arched a delicate eyebrow in question, waiting for him to go on.

"I remember most of last night. Are you…disappointed in me? Will this make things weird between us?"

Those blue eyes seemed to shutter as she glanced away. There was a faint rosiness to her cheeks as she sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, considering how to answer. "No, I'm not disappointed in you."

Instant relief had the tension leaving his shoulders.

"I'm more disappointed in me."

That had his eyebrows drawing together in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I shouldn't have…" she waved vaguely in the direction of his crotch. Then her voice dropped to a whisper. "It was a dare."

"A dare?" he asked as his ire began to rise. "You got dared to-to fuck me?" He was livid as he spat the words.

"No!" she exclaimed with both hands raised in attempt to placate him. "Not really. I wasn't intending to go so far."

Adrien wasn't sure when he'd gotten to his feet but he was prowling around the bed with his hands fisted as he stopped in front of Marinette. "So, what were you dared to do?"

"Just touch you." She closed her eyes drawing in a deep breath before looking him directly in the eye and grimaced as she added, "To touch your penis."

The model stared at her with a mix of disbelief and hurt. "What? Who would? Why would anyone dare you to do that? More importantly why did you agree to do it? Do you have no regard for my consent or dignity?"

Marinette seemed to shrink under his barrage of demanding questions. "It was stupid and we were all drunk and Lila suggested it to Alya and Alya thought she was helping me by being my wingwoman, and, and I just really wanted an excuse to do it because I've wanted to be with you for a very, very long time. But you're right, I shouldn't have even contemplated touching you that way without permission and I'm so sorry."

Adrien rocked back on his heels as he listened to the speedily ejected rambling explanation, which took him a minute to digest. However, his brain latched onto one part in particular. "You want to be with me?" he asked with shocked disbelief.

"Yes," she confirmed as she ducked her head, staring at his bare toes.

For a fleeting moment Adrien's attention switched to his feet. Had he lost his shoes during the night? A quick scan of the floor located his sneakers and he inhaled sharply as he noticed Marinette's discarded panties beside them.

Raking his hair away from his eyes, the model dropped down beside Marinette and let out a sigh. "I'm sorry too. I didn't mean for things to go so far. The way you touched me, the way you reacted when I touched you, it was incredible and I wanted more. So much more. I wanted to show you just how much I wanted you too and what I could give you." Adrien voice dropped an octave as he swallowed and looked Marinette in the eye, "Because you mean the world to me," then he raised his hand to tuck a tendril of her hair behind her ear, finalising his sentence with an endearment he knew she'd recognise, "milady."

A gasp escaped her lips as those big blue eyes searched his face with sudden scrutiny. "Chat?" she asked in a shocked whisper.

"Yes," he replied with a crooked yet unsure smile.

"You're Chat Noir?"

"I am," he said, shuffling a little closer while praying that she didn't flee.

Instead Marinette let out a stunned laughed. "Alya was right, and I didn't believe her."

"That was not the response I thought I'd get to that confession, bugaboo."

"Well, it wasn't entirely unexpected. There's been a few coincidental things occur that made me wonder if you and Chat were one and the same."

"Really?" he asked intrigued. "You'll have to let me know what these coincidental things were."

"I suppose," she replied looking much more playful and cheerier than before. "In the meantime, I need help in locating my underpants."

A wicked smirk stretched across Adrien's face. "Are you sure you need them right now? I thought that maybe, if you're interested we could take a shower first."

"Oh, so you want me to take off all my clothes."

"Uh huh," he nodded as he watched her top teeth sink into her bottom lip with utter naughtiness flashing in her eyes.

"Okay, but only because you need to get naked too."

"Well, that is a necessity when showering." Then Adrien turned serious. "Last night, I realised I didn't use a condom. Do we need to go out and get the morning after pill for you?"

Marinette shook her head. "It's okay, Adrien. I'm already on the pill. The chances of me getting pregnant are extremely remote."

"That's a relief. I felt awful when I realised I'd potentially put us in that situation."

"You were drunk, I was drunk. The best decisions aren't usually made by drunk people."

"True, but I don't regret what happened between us, Marinette. I just wish it had been more special for you."

Placing her hands behind her back, the budding designer smiled at him as she pivoted her shoulders back and forth on the spot. "How about you make it up to me next weekend? We could go on a proper date and do things more romantically."

"That sounds purrfect but in the meantime, can I rock your world in the shower?" He grinned with a cheeky wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Oh, I suppose so." She laughed and raced towards the bathroom

FYI, I haven't done a chapter three. What do you think they should do for their date? I need all the motivation I can get XD

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