Feeling Human

The rain wouldn't stop outside. Pounding against the windows harshly, accompanied by the thunder's drum. But the time between lightnings and those started to get longer - the eye of the storm traveling further away.

It didn't mean, that the electricity was working, again - but somebody would surely come in the early morning hours to take care of that.

Both Adrien and Marinette couldn't care less about all these little things.

They were caught in that lovely little bubble of togetherness.

Soaking in all the warmth and closeness they could get from the other. Holding the other tightly. Talking about nonsensical little things - not minding, that the time surely has moved forward and perhaps way past midnight. Maybe it was already one in the morning - the clock on her bedside table wasn't working and the both couldn't care any less.

Sure - both would need to get up early. He even had to get home to get new clothes and to get ready for his work in the bakery. And she would need to get to the boutique - and surely there was so much more for her to do.

But… they didn't mind staying up a little longer, for every minute spend awake with each other was absolutely worth it.

And - which was quite the silly thought, she tried to call in her mind - she was afraid to wake in the morning to find, that it all was just a dream. Her poor heart just couldn't bear that thought - therefore she snuggled a little closer to his side. Wiggling to get comfortable, making him laugh - which surelywas the most beautiful sound she knew.

"How lucky I am, that I got myself a girl, that just loves to cuddle as much, as I do!", he teased, one hand coming up her back to gently brush the tips of his fingers up and down her spine. Giving her goosebumps and to make her shudder. "I really hope, that this will never change…"

She grinned tiredly, the fingers of her left hand drawing small circles on his chest. Her brow furrowing at another thought, that dared to entered her mind too suddenly, as a memory from earlier dared to cross her mind.

"What about your shoulder? You should have used the cooling pack, I have given you…"

"Nah - it's nothing!", he waved it of so easily. "And I believe, that it's all warm now! So it won't help in any way…"

"Still…", she sighed and raised her head of his unharmed shoulder to look at him through the darkness. "I would have felt a little better - especially when you shortly after ran off to sacrifice yourself! A habit you should rather lay down, if you want to spare my poor heart!"

Partially she was serious about that - hating the thought, that he shared that particular trait with her cat-like partner. On the other hand she would do just the same as Ladybug. Sacrifice herself to keep him safe. He just couldn't know that… And therefore she felt quite like a hypocrite.

For a short moment another thought interrupted her thoughts - of them standing at the very bottom of the staircase, just before Prime Queen has disturbed their little moment - and her identity reveal. Thankfully that hasn't happened, yet.

But things have changed between them, and it was only a matter of time, until she had to make that very decision. Hopefully it would take some time, until it would happen - was afraid, how it would change their relationship. His thoughts about her.

…if that knowledge would endanger him in any way…

"I just can't help myself!", he innocently apologized, his hand climbing further up her back to caress her scalp. The young woman felt the intensity of his gaze, even in the surrounding darkness. And basically melted in his hands, as his fingers worked their magic on her. "… Don't want you to get harmed in any way!"

How could she be mad at him for trying so hard to do the right thing? To have a good heart - she loved it so much about him…

Also… now wasn't the time to let reality crash down on them - she didn't want that in their little bubble! Not now - never, preferably…

Therefore, she gave in for now, ready to let that very topic slide and laid her head back down.

"Fine - but only if you keep on doing that!"

His chuckled reached her ear so easily. His breath hitting her shoulder - reminding her yet again of how incredibly close they were.

It suddenly felt so natural to be here with him - not a second thought occurred to her, when she offered him to sleep beside her. To share a bed. Not minding if he - perhaps- found the invitation for more in her words.

…though… if he wanted to take it a step further, then she wouldn't mind and-

No! She wanted to take it slow!

…right?

"Marinette?"

"Mhm?"

"Can you let your hair down?", he whispered. "I like it, when it's down - I'll keep on messaging you - I promise!"

And yet she shared a bed with the sweetest man, who dared to step on this Earth. He wouldn't make her go too fast - adjust to her pace - and everything would work just right for both of them.

Unlike Chat, he didn't have that sexual beast within his chest - Adrien was more a gentleman.

Though… Why exactly was she thinking of him right now?

"I can do that - but I suppose, that it is still a little damp…"

"Please~"

She rolled her eyes at his silly, but cute antics, leaned over to give him a little peck on the tip of his nose, before she rose from the bed. Kneeling, while she tried to get the hair tie out of her locks - which was harder, now that his was damp from the rain and helplessly dishelved.

Marinette shivered, as she felt one of Adrien's warm hands on her naked knee, fingers softly grazing her skin. Just to remain the contact - it was like that, ever since their kiss in the kitchen.

They have eaten in almost complete darkness - if she had a candle around, then this would have been the perfect opportunity for a candlelight dinner. It would have been so beautifully romantic - at least for her and Adrien surely wouldn't have minded one bit! But without one available their only chance to have some light, was that of their phones. Though - given the current situation it still had felt romantic to her.

And it certainly hadn't kept them from holding hands, while they happily shared the decently cooked pasta with pesto. Enjoyed their tea - which Adrien loved so much and wouldn't stop praising its exquisite taste - perhaps she found the perfect birthday present for him that way!

Between little talks they still found the time to kiss the other, whenever possible.

Though shortly they had to part - to brush their teeth and to get ready for bed.

Thankfully she had an unused toothbrush at home at all times (or rather, when she forgot to buy a new one, when she had thrown one away) and for him to use.

But apart from that they were physically very inseparable and she loved it. Yet… she honestly feared for any Akuma attack, that would dare to come their way at any time. But wasn't that a thought for another time? Lady Titalee has already dared to attack tonight and if she would do that once more, then Marinette would personally drag her to hell for even trying.

Tonight belonged to them - however it would end…

Finally she rid her messy hair from that pesky tie, letting it fall down over her shoulders, arms and back. It was still slightly damp, but she didn't mind - hoped, that Adrien wouldn't mind, either.

But he wouldn't- she knew it.

Carefully she rested her body by his side, again. Blissfully sighing, as his fingers made their way in her hair. Slowly, taking his time, until he found the base of her neck, caressing and massaging her, like he had promised.

It gave her goosebumps and she had to bite her bottom lip to keep herself from moaning - she just didn't want to give him the wrong impression!

"Soooo…", he raised his voice once more, a low hum, that rumbled through his chest like a purr. "May I now officially call you my girlfriend? Declare it to the world? Scream it from the top of the highest mountain?"

She smiled at his question. Found it cute and dorky and cheesy at the same time, but loved the thought, that he wanted her permission for that. To be absolutely and a hundred percent sure, before he told everybody he knew about them.

"When I recall correctly, then you have not corrected Nadja, as she assumed, that I already was your girlfriend. Or held back with holding my hand. Also, you made it very clear to Chloé and Sabrina, that you wanted to date me… I still believe, that this was the very reason, why she had been 'kind' to me!" She raised her hand up, to visualize her point even more as she started to count all the other things, that came to her mind. "Then there were all these hugs. And all the times you reached for my hand. Kissing me on forehead, the cheek and such. Our date on Saturday-"

His hand in her hair stopped to move and she could basically hear that grin in his voice, as he started to talk, again:

"Our date on Saturday? Like… an official date? I am allowed to take you out for dinner and such?"

She giggled and raised her head a little to at him through the darkness.

"So no more self made pizza? I thought, that you wanted to learn, how to prepare proper food?"

He gasped, faking his shock for her.

"How could I forget that?"

"I am pretty sure, that you didn't forget about at all…" She knew him too well and he would never forget something that important. "Also I personally would call that one a date as well, don't you think so, too?"

"You are right. And… You would want to stay over for the night? The Sunday brunch can be held at my place - I am pretty sure, that Alya and Nino would be okay with that. And we could have this all night long and wouldn't need to get up early~"

This… another chance, to share a bed with him. To sleep by his side and cuddle. To get those lovely head massages, his hands and fingers brushing over her back and arms. Kissing. Everything and for the whole night and without a reason to leave the other's side in the morning!

She would love that!

It felt so good to be so close to him. To relax in his arms. For a very few hours it felt like all her burdens were completely lifted off her shoulders. No more fears, no more Akumas. All that mattered were the two of them in their bubble - in that small sanctuary, they crafted together. She would feel like a very normal civilian. A mere adult with work, friends and family. A loving boyfriend by her side. No sorrows. No duties. No patrolling at night and magical powers.

Just a very plain, boring human being.

…she hadn't felt like that for the longest time - was amazed, that all she needed for that was to have Adrien there by her side.

Yes - it was a dream coming true!

"Yes!", she breathed and raised herself up, leaning over to him, to kiss him as a sign of their agreement. A simple and short one, but it wasn't any less meaningful. Staying close to caress his cheek with her fingertips, wishing, that she could see his wonderful green eyes right now in combination with that brilliant smile, that surely stretched over his soft lips.

Would his eyes gleam with joy and sparkle? Would she see true, unfiltered happiness in them? Would she be able to see to the very bottom of his soul? Though - whatever it was, that she would find in them, it would make her heart soar as well. Making her feel happy as a plain human being can be.

…happy… she hadn't thought that about herself in the longest time and yet suddenly she found it so very simple to archive it.

"Good! So-", his hand was on her back, again. "It is official now? You are my girlfriend?"

She smirked.

"You are very persistent with that one question, Monsieur Agreste~"

"Well…, it would be easier, if you just gave me an answer, Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng…" His fingers traveled further up - between her shoulder blades, over the back of her neck. Coming up front, his thumb gently caressing her bottom lip. "It's in my nature to know the truth about things for a hundred percent. I won't let you go down easily without an answer! So?"

"So?", she smirked knowingly. Loving his teasing. It felt so much easier to handle it now, that she was aware of his feelings for her. Could tease back - their banter very similar to those conversations she had with Chat Noir. For now, she wasn't afraid on how Adrien would see her. Feel about her and his words - knew, that they complimented each other so well. "What do I get, if I agree to be your girlfriend?"

He chuckled, ready to take that very challenge, she was offering him.

"A lifetime worth of cuddling and kisses and hugs?"

"Uhh… Tempting~"

"The very true, unfiltered Adrien Agreste - nobody else is allowed to see me that way!"

"Sounds good - go on…"

"Free head massages - on Fridays I give out a free coupon for a back rub as well!"

Trying to hold back a laughter was hard.

For both of them.

"Sounds like a pretty good deal to me…"

He gasped.

"Just a pretty good deal? It's the very best available! No refunds and breakups included!"

"But I should rather think about that - it's quite the tough decision! And-"

He let out a playful, little growl. Moved, before she could have reacted - flipping them over, pinning her hands down above her head with one hand, while the other found her waist so easily - fingers very ready to be used as merciless weapons.

"You have three seconds, before I tickle an answer out of you!"

At first Marinette felt paralyzed at the sudden change of perspective and position. Then a thrilling surge went right through her veins, excitement easily settled in her groin - far too easily enjoying having Adrien on top of her. A form of purest determination reached her brain - ready to fight back, before her desire for him could have taken over.

"You don't even know if I am ticklish, or not!"

"Oh - then I'll find out myself… So…3-"

"You will regret that one! I am quite the force to-"

"-2-"

"-reckon with! I promise you, that I'll fight back and-"

"-1-"

"I certainly won't show you any mercy! Wait! Adrien, don't you dare!"

"…0…"

But he did dare to lay his fingers to her side. Tickling her - finding that damned, hellish spot far too easily. Making her gasp and laugh and giggle between hurried breaths and pleas. Wiggling to get free, pulling against her restraints. Tossing from left to right under his grasp.

But her wouldn't stop his sweet torture on her. Wouldn't halt, for he was born with just the same amount of determination like she was.

Deep down she knew that too well - knew, that nothing would help, but to give him, what he wanted:

"Yes!", she finally shrieked to end that sweet torture. "Yes, I am your girlfriend!"

He immediately stopped once these words have left her lips. Lifted his fingers away from her sides, let go of her hands. Clearly satisfied, that he finally got the answer, he had been yearning for.

"…wonderful…", he therefore breathed, as the young woman tried to catch her breath. Though she had to admit, that this very knowledge - now that truth was to be told - made her feel warm and satisfied as well.

…his girlfriend…

She was officially Adrien's girlfriend - her teenage self wouldn't believe that, if she would travel back in time, just to tell her that. Never believing, that she would need for a little more than 12 years after their first meeting for that to happen. So - yeah - she agreed with him for a hundred percent. It was a fact now and it was wonderful.

Perfect, even though she was unable to find any words herself.

But she didn't need any, but gasped, as Adrien slowly leaned down, kissing her still covered sides and stomach, as if he wanted to make up for the assault on her. Nothing more, but butterfly kisses, most gentle in their nature. Making his way up - generously sparing her breasts with his kisses - to continue on her shoulders. Her neck. Chin. Small pecks, covering her skin. A larger one on the still dark bruise on her forehead. Towering over her, to brush her hair out of her face - the other arm keeping his weight off of her. Gazing down in her face - little could she make out his features in the dim light of the streetlights outside and his smile took her breath away.

But… She wouldn't mind, if he covered her completely. To feel his body on her. If his kisses started to get a little more intense.

…if… he rested his hips between her thighs. To properly make out with him - she hadn't done something like that in the longest time and - perhaps- he would enjoy that as well.

Bravely she lifted her head off her pillow. To capture his lips with hers. Slowly, just testing at first. Feeling, how her heart skipped a beat, as he pressed his lips against hers tenderly. Moving them slowly against hers and in perfect synchronization.

Her hands reached up for him. Finding his body easily. His shoulders. To pull him down on top of her. Against her - their body's fitting against each other so well. One of Adrien's hands gingerly rubbing her waist, the other still resting beside her head.

Tender. Yes, their kiss was sweet and tender at first. Starting to get passionate as time slowly started to pass. The heat of their skin rising. Their hearts beating faster and faster.

Adrien's hand slowly wandered down. Tracing her hip. Her thigh. Carefully lifting her leg up and to the side to rest his hips against her. And it was her, who felt brave enough to do the same with the other leg. Getting him even closer. Wrapping them around his behind.

Gasping, as his tongue brushed her lips, silently begging for entrance. She granted it to him without a second thought. Dancing hers along his. Eagerly taking anything he had to offer.

Time felt as if it has stopped and little did she hope, that it was actually the case. She didn't want it to end. Wanted more - more, than her fazzled mind could ever grasp.

Daring to let her hands slide between them, over his hard chest and the taunt muscles of his stomach. Allowing herself to touch the little bit of skin there, that his tight, short shirt wouldn't cover entirely. Eventually coming up to his back.

His skin was soft. Blazing - the summer heat was nothing compared to him. At the same time he slightly shifted above her as well - their hips pressing together in such a delicious way. He let his left hand wander with their own mind. Up her leg, back over her hip once more, making its way inside her shirt with ease. She arched her back against him, allowed him silently to continue with his adventures travels, until it reached its aim, tenderly covering her breast. Squeezing it gently, rubbing his fingers against the fabric of her bra and she pressed her chest a little more against him, welcoming his touch.

…an action, that caused the lower halves of their bodies to come in contact yet again. Making her realize, that all of this caused a reaction from Adrien and from his body.

He started to get hard.

Well - of course - something like that was supposed to happen, the way they kept kissing and gently exploring each others body - even a gentleman like Adrien wasn't immune against the deepest desire, that a human could have.

And... she desired him as well - that was true and of course her body would react similarly to his. It shouldn't be a surprise- especially not to two adults, who have been in a relationship before. Who had sex before…

A gasp escaped her lips, when his fingers gently pinched her nipple through the bra. Deep down inside her emerged a wish - that he would take it off. To feel his hand properly- to do the same, as Chat Noir has done-

Her eyes flew open at that very fucked up thought. And her whole body stiffed underneath him immediately. The smug smile of her partner playing in front of her eyes, a hum from her memory echoing through her brain:

"Princess~"

She whimpered, and it was Adrien, who immediately stopped the kiss. Lifting his head away from her. His breath fanned her hot cheeks and sadly he moved his hand from her and out of her shirt, before she could have stopped him.

…bringing some space between their neither regions as well, as her legs limply slide down and to the mattress.

Shit - she sensed, that he was taking her reaction as a wrong hint! That he would excuse himself, apologize for his actions, even though it was her, who had started it in the first place!

He couldn't know, that for a very brief moment her mind has made a stupid mistake! Wouldn't see the truth, that he made her feel just as wonderfully as-

No! She would not think about him yet again!

Therefore, her panicked mind quickly searched for words, before any blood could have rushed back into Adrien's brain for an apology. Quickly - before he moved even further away from her!

"Do… do you still have the condom?", she breathlessly said, seeking for his eyes, desperately hoping to hold his gaze. "The one you have told me about?"

"The … condom?"

Apparently she had taken him by surprise, stopped him, before he was able to roll off her body - though her own words surprised her as well. But with her arousal not entirely gone, wetness clearly noticeable between her legs - she currently could only think about how much she wanted him.

…now…

She nodded, hands coming up to find his heated cheeks, cupping them. Letting her thumbs glide over his skin, waiting for him to process her words.

The poor man eventually sucked in some air between his lips and she imagined, how his eyes widened at her demand - fear slowly rising within her chest, that she - perhaps- was the one to go too fast.

But… it felt right to her - not only because she wanted to flush a certain cat-hero and his lustful actions out of her system. To…, become even with all the things she did with Adrien, instead.

…no… deep down she knew, that they both wanted this for some time now, for there had been sexual tension between them as well. And after everything that happened to them, she knew, that they deserved it.

"Sex?", he squeaked and thankfully he leaned in a little closer, again - though he painstakingly made sure not to press his pelvis back against hers. "…you…you want to~"

"You can't tell?"

"You don't have to do it for-"

"Us. Adrien… It's for us…"

He needed a moment to let it sink in and Marinette desperately hoped, that she hadn't overstepped her boundaries in any way. After all - they weren't even a couple for a whole day!

Or… that she would sound desperate to him - like a girl, that was easy to get into bed.

On the other hand - wasn't it the best way to mend all their scarres for a brief moment? To fill the void? She shortly remembered the previous night, where she spent a very few minutes in his old, silent and isolated room. So far away from any other human being. Physical contact… Closeness… no - it would not cure him, but it was one thing he was yearning so much for. Perhaps…he would be able to forget everything for a brief moment…

And she was yearning to be one with him as well…

"Okay…", he finally breathed and once he made a decision. "…I'll get it…"

He placed one more kiss on her lips - a sweet promise for more things to come on a few minutes.

She returned it, following him up to sit, before they parted and he left the bedroom - promising to be right back.

The young woman felt her heart speeding up. Faster and faster - wondering if it still could be a mistake - for her, for him, for both of them. Starting out the relationship that way, which wasn't conventional at all!

Though… Nothing was 'normal' for them: She had a hidden identity, would need to find ways to sneak away in the future. And he had a scarred soul - his father in prison, his mother in a magical coma and he had a daughter with a woman he only felt antipathy for and who tricked him and stole his first time.

They haven't had contact for ten long years - they only started to see each other regularly for a week!

And yet it felt to her, like they have known each other for a lifetime. As if they were never apart.

Destiny or Karma or luck has decided for them to end up in each others arms. Right here.

Tonight…

And she wouldn't want it any other way…

"Marinette?"

Adrien was back, uncertainly standing in the door frame, as if he waited for a permission to enter.

Waiting for her invitation.

"…yes…"

He didn't move just yet. Hesitated a little longer, while his breath came shaking from his lips.

"You…you know, that we don't have to… have sex… And you can stop at any time!"

"I know…", she whispered back, kneeling on the bed, looking directly into his direction. "And you can stop at any time, too. I…well… Adrien - I want you!"

Him…

… only him.

Her words finally broke the spell and he came back towards her. Tossing something - most probably the condom - on her bedside table, before he climbed back into the bed with her. Kneeling, too, right in front of her and with shaking hands he reached for her waist. Holding her steadily, carefully leaning in and capture her lips.

They started out slow, their kiss barely demanding, not as passionate as before. Taking their time - the late hour, the rain, their jobs in the morning didn't matter anymore and not right now.

Other promises and appointments for tonight didn't matter anymore…

If they were actually doing it, then they were going to do it right.

Adrien's hand slide down her hips, searching for the hem of her shirt. Finding it, traveling underneath for a short moment and test and feel the softness of her skin. Of her stomach, her back and sides. Every brush felt blazing, felt, as if her skin was aflame. Gasping for air and as her desire for him reached its new peak.

Her shirt came off first - thrown carelessly somewhere on the floor and his mouth trailed down her chin and neck and shoulder. Nibbling on her collarbone, which made her head spin and which cleared her head from any fears and doubts, that were still left.

"May I take it off?", she heard him mumble against her skin, hands hot on her rib cage, thumbs brushing underneath the band of her bra.

Yes… He truly was a sweetheart and a real gentleman and she smiled bashfully at his sweet demand - knowing, that other men would have opened it without a permission...

"If you can~", she teased, knowing, that the clasp of a bra can be full of riddles and mysteries to a man.

"…I can also work my way around it!", came his cheeky reply, before he came back up again, leaning close to her ear to whisper: "And yet I believe that we both enjoy it most, when it is gone~"

She felt her bra loosen, even before he had finished the sentence and blushed at the thought, that he had played with her so smoothly.

…maybe he wasn't too sweet, either - a thought, that hit her hard, as his lips tugged gently at her earlobe. Making her moan and roll her eyes back in her head. She arched her back - giving him enough space to free her of that unwanted garment and it gave her shirt some company on the floor shortly after.

He caressed her back, pressing her once more against his body, holding her tight. She felt the growing bulge in his shorts, trapped between them, making her gulp.

"Still okay?", he whispered, seeking her gaze in the darkness.

"Yes…" And boldly she added: "Now stop asking!"

The last spark was enlightened, burning harshly and merciless through their veins. Lips attaching full off passion and desire. Hands clenching on clothes and skin. Roaming across their bodies. She guided him out of his far too tight shirt. Shivered, as she felt skin on skin.

It felt amazing. Perfect and she was glad, that their deeds and actions were obscured by the surrounding darkness. Never in a billion years she would have felt this much courage to do all of this with the lights on - worried of what he would say about her blush, how her eyes would rake across his body - how he would watch her throughout it all.

…to feel was okay - seeing and gazing to discover unknown terrain would be too much for the shy girl, that lived in the brave woman's heart. At least for now - deep down in her heart she knew, that they would need to face that obstacle later.

But any other thought stopped soon enough when Adrien bowed her down. Back into her countless pillows, kissing her with incredible heat and desire. Hands hovering over her chest, not daring to touch, until she placed them there for him - spurting something dark within his soul on, that gladly came out to play. Fondling her breasts. Playing and testing. Once more pinching her nipples, hardened now and just for him, while his lips tried to drown any sound she made.

All she could do, was quiver. Her breath labored and her stomach coiling and tingling more and more with each kiss on her and each movement of his hands. One of her own grasping the sheets underneath her, the second one intertwining into his soft, golden hair. To hold on and to keep her from breaking.

For he didn't stop, his mouth soon reaching lower and lower, across her jaw and throat and collarbone, between her breasts, past her rib cage, across her stomach, placing one kiss over her navel - which would make her giggle, if she wasn't too wound up already. Instead, it started up the fire within her even more, settling between her legs.

She was already wet. She felt it. Knew, that she wanted to be connected with him in every way possible.

By this time Adrien has reached the waistband of her pajama shorts - both with his hand and lips. Waiting, looking up to her.

And she nodded.

The young man slid them down together with her slip. Sitting on his haunches as he threw them blindly over his shoulder.

She knew, that he tried to gaze through the darkness, trying to drink in the naked sign of the young woman in front of her. It was almost nerve wracking and she prayed, that the lights didn't go back on so suddenly. For this very blackness could mask everything, that didn't belong between them at the moment.

…worried, if he'd turn away, if he saw her naked - too shy to show him her body without anything covering her. For she always covered her truest self up, could hide so perfectly behind a mask as both - as Ladybug and Marinette. Where should she hide her soul, when there was nothing left?

After some time Adrien finally started to move again, giving up on seeking her nakedness in the blackness in front of him - shortly moving to the edge of the bed to pull his own pants down, leaving them on the floor and the young woman knew, that he was naked now - a thought, that made her swallow hard.

He took something from her nightstand - the condom, of course. To rip it open and to roll it down on himself.

Her mind went almost numb at the thought, that he was doing it for her - for them, to be joined in the ultimate act.

For a few moments he stood there - both watching the other, as if they waited for the last bit of refusal. A word, or gesture to stop.

But that would never come.

Instead, Marinette raised her arms up and in his direction - one invitation he immediately and gladly took. Crawling back to her, covering her with his body and she spread her legs for him, welcoming him to come between them silently. His hot, hard erection shortly brushed across her own wetness, making her shudder - feeling it press against her lower stomach, as he leaned down to her - face so close, that his breath fanned her lips and cheeks.

His hand traveling between them, down. Fingers seeking for a treasure he soon found, giving a little grunt of approval, as he felt the wetness at her slick folds.

Gosh - she loved the little sounds he made, moaned herself, as he stroked along her slid. Pushing one finger in her opening. His thumb circling her clit.

"Adrien, please~"

Patience - she had thrown it out of the window, begging for him to do just anything. To continue. To finally make that one condom count.

She didn't need anymore begging.

…thankfully, or her lust would have eaten her alive.

He pulled his hand from her and reached for his member instead. Placing it at her entrance.

Finally, shedding himself into her, as their lips crashed onto each other once more as he filled her out completely- an exciting thought, that made her clench around him most tightly and pulled him in deeply. Felt him throb and pulse as an answer.

Eventually he started to move - moving in and out slowly, to waste no more time.

A billion wonderful feelings erupted deeply within the young woman, knowing too well, that she hadn't felt so good in the longest time. Heck - had it been ever this good?

His rhythm was steady, slowly rising as time went by. Marinette rolled her hips against him as well. Meeting him halfway, to intensify any feeling, they had. Clawing her nails in his shoulders. His back. Letting them slide down his deliciously firm behind to grasp it instead. Fuelling something deeply inside his chest, awakening a beast, she didn't know it inhabited him as well.

Grunting and groaning on top of her, as their lips parted. She loved his quickening breath against her. Pressing his face to the side of her neck, as she arched her head back. Nibbling. Softly biting. Hand on her chest. Her hip and thigh, raising her leg a little higher for him. Making her cry in ecstasy, as he hit a wonderful new spot inside her, not caring if anyone in the whole complex could hear their cries of pleasure.

Whimpering, moaning and gasping - the sounds she made came naturally from her lips. A song, that seemed to enchant him even more, with every syllable spoken, breathed and pleaded, loosing themselves completely in the ancient human dance of closeness, power and control.

The feeling intensified, all her senses were taut, narrowing down more and more. To only feel him. Hear him. Smell the scent of his breath and skin. The taste of his lips still on her own tongue. Tightening her grip around him. Digging his nails deeply into his flesh, as fire pooled in her abdomen. Her walls clenching him most tightly.

She came.

Crying Adrien's name, as the world shattered around her and her vision faded to black.

He followed shortly after, burying himself within her one last time with a deep moan and she felt him shudder. Throbbed. His body stilling, as he collapsed on top of her.

And then there was the rain again. Most softly pounding against the window - a sound, that reached her ears, as she came down from her ecstatic highs.

Heavy breathing as well.

Sweat covered bodies.

Marinette's senses slowly took over, again. Feeling Adrien laying on top of her, entirely spend from the incredible sex they just had. Her stomach tingling and her head was so delightfully light.

…it was perfect…

The young man moved, shakily propping himself up on his elbows and gave her a short, uncontrolled kiss. She lazily returned it.

"I'll be right back…", he whispered. "Okay?"

Her poor brain wasn't catching up with his words just yet - but as soon as he pulled out of her she understood. Barely nodded, as words failed her completely.

It was so hard anyway to keep her eyes open, feeling far too content and relaxed now.

Safe, even.

Now with the desire released, she felt so much more connected to him.

And very, very human…

She barely even noticed, how the young man shortly left her side and bed. Didn't even notice the running water, as he hurriedly cleaned himself in the bathroom. It could have been minutes, or hours, who knew that?

"-re you sleeping?", came that beguiling whisper, so far away and yet so close. The sound of footsteps. A creaking of a shifting mattress.

A warm body coming close, an arm tugging around her waist. Legs entangled.

"Mhmm…", she hummed and embraced him a little more. Eyes closed by now, unable to hold them open.

He snickered and kissed the top of her head, before he rested his head on the pillows, too.

"Goodnight, Marinette~", came it at last from him. "…my Queen…"

"Good…" a cute little yawn escaped her. "…night…" And she was gone. Falling asleep with the man she cared for so much.

Who she loved with her whole heart.

The young woman was too exhausted- she didn't even notice, that the electricity started to work some hours later, again…

…that the lights went on…

…the stove.

Thankfully though, Adrien did…

A/N: Sooo... I don't think I am supposed to label each chapter as smutty - The rating says it all and I don't want to spoil the surprise? 3See this as a little, well deserved treat. Both needed it, wanted it and certainly loved it. Adrien was very ready to take that step - he likes Sex (He had told Marinette as Chat Noir) and he adores and desires her in any way possible. Plus its part of his healing process. I found the Quote "All sins are attempts to fill the void" by Simone Weil and its so, so fitting for our favorite cat hero. He wasn't in control for almost all of his life and him seeking control and closeness in sex is something he needs to feel complete as a human being. (Not going into BDSM stuff here - it's not a fiction about that!) In fact - there is something like "hypersexuality" - often found in people, who were victims of abuse (physically, sexually and emotionally), mostly during the childhood. In Adrien's case - neglect. Neglect is a form of emotional abuse - we will cover more of that in the future. Yet - I am not saying, that Adrien is hypersexual, rather quiete open to the topic of sex, but I just hope to explain my choices I made for these characters here. If you still have questions- feel free to ask:D

For Marinette - yes, she wanted to have sex with Adrien. Yet she had some ulterior motives as well - to rid herself of the love she feels for Chat Noir. To free herself of the burden, that was their kiss and the intimacy she had with him before. I promise to give you guys a chapter in the future, where she will give herself completely to Adrien with everything she has!*.*

Soooo... Also with this chapter being the "climax" (I am sorry!) Of the first half the story I can tell you - we are not ready, yet. We still need to discover the secret behind Lady Titalee's existence, we still need to cure to broken souls, find a new place for Marinette and the Kwami's to stay and a few things more... Doesn't mean this story will end after the next 41 chapters - I won't shorten or extend it in unnecessary places and each chapter will have its purpose So... prepare yourself for Fluff, some Sprinkles of Smut, Angst and Hurt......uhhh... the angst...

And prepare yourself for a little break until the *looks at notes on my palm* 29th of August.

I am going on vacation with my family - as I do it every year I won't use that Internet in any form during that time. Technical Detox- it's lovely!Therefore I wish you all the best during these crazy times - we'll see eachother in a few weeks.3

But - of course - next chapter's teaser: Of empty beds and pesky schedules...