One Thought about Confidence
"Look! My picture is done! Isn't it pretty?", Emma exclaimed sweetly and held that colored piece of paper up and over her head- letting both Adrien and Marinette see it very easily.
"Uhhh! It's pretty!", Adrien cooed, sitting next to Marinette on the floor by the coffee table - both with some sketches and doodles of their own in front of them. His eyes gleamed with joy, as he looked at the drawing of his daughter - showing three figures, that perfectly represented Adrien, Marinette and Emma - well, the later two in their Chat Noir and Ladybug costumes, of course. On their faces were little smiles and they all were holding hands.
It was perfectly clear, that the keen eye would suspect a small, happy family. Which they weren't - just a father with his daughter and the babysitter. And yet this very picture melted the young woman's heart easily and little that she wish, that it actually would be the case.
Them… all three of them being a little family.
Sure - Marinette would never be able to replace Lila as Emma's mother - she wouldn't want that! And the other woman would put every obstacle in the way to prevent that from happening!
And yet… For a very few moments it felt to her, as if her biggest wish in this whole world has come true - a family. A little family, where she could smile and laugh and be happy. With a spouse she dearly loved and a child, that would make her heart soar so easily.
She felt Adrien grip her hand most tightly and he laced his fingers with hers underneath the table. Smiling warmly at her and briefly she believed, that he was feeling just the same and - yeah - perhaps she was very right with this assumption, that they both were very compatible with each other - not only regarding their physical attributes, but also their dreams and believes and wishes. And perhaps so much more - far more, than she was able to think about in that very moment.
"You can have it, if you like it!", Emma said and handed her masterpiece to Adrien, who reached for it with careful hands to not tear it or smear the color in any way. "It's all yours! Can you hang it somewhere?"
He nodded eagerly, his eyes already darting around to look for a perfect place for the drawing.
"Absolutely! I will get a frame for it-"
"A frame?", Emma squealed, eyes getting wide with excitement and she looked over to her plushy platypus, that most patiently on the sofa beside her. "You heard that Monsieur Quack Nozzle? Papa is going to get a frame for my picture! Isn't he sweet?"
A wheezing sound escaped Adrien's lips - his face turning red and white and red again - perhaps even slightly purple, as he held his breath for far too long. Not blinking, just holding onto the drawing as the widest, most brilliant grin imaginable started to spread across his lips.
Marinette gasped herself, almost a sob-like, little sound, that couldn't be held back due all the happiness, that dared to bubble to the very surface of her being.
And who could blame these two adults to react like that - for Emma had called Adrien for the very first time 'Papa'. Without a second thought, without hesitation. Because she felt it and knew it deep down in her heart. And it was absolutely perfect, the way it most confidently came from her lips.
"What's wrong with you? Have I done something wrong? Marinette? Are you crying?"
Adrien and Marinette immediately started to move, again, as a little frown dared to make its way on Emma's lips - both immediately apologizing for their nonsensical behavior, with him standing up to find a perfect place for the drawing, until he had bought a frame, while Marinette hurriedly brushed her tears from her cheeks and distracted Emma with questions about her next, planned masterpiece.
For a mere moment the girl was seemingly confused, watching her father move in the background, then eyed the young woman before her with suspicion - before an innocent smile emerged on her features once more, her hand rising to get a red pen, that laid next to her.
"I am going to draw Ladybug for my Maman, of cou-"
A loud, echoing ring burst though the peacefulness around them. Bringing a dark foreboding along, ready to halt on everyone around.
Emma gasped, while Adrien and Marinette shared a knowing, sad gaze.
"Maman!"
Of course, it was time for Lila to get her daughter. Evening has arrived so easily and the time for her to get Emma has come far too fast.
"I'll open the door…", Adrien begrudgingly said, laying the drawing on a shelf, that was right next to him and trotted towards the front door - Emma close behind, but eager and cheerful.
Yet the young woman didn't dare to follow - was worried of the drama that would unfold, if Lila saw her in Adrien's apartment - in his clothes nonetheless. Hurriedly she untied the belt from her waist and hid it behind the coffee table, pushing the mask to the very top of her head, as voices started to echo from the front door towards her. She couldn't quite make out the words, that were exchanged. But she knew exactly, to whom these three voices belonged.
Lila seemingly didn't give Adrien time to give a report about the day, Emma trying to get every tiny bit of attention from both her mother and her father, while his soft voice was a mere hum.
Then a tiny gasp.
"I need to bid Marinette goodbye! Just give me one more minute, Maman!"
Emma didn't even waited for an answer and bounced back towards the living room, blissfully unaware of the angry little hiss, that her mother pressed through her lips and that made it very easily towards the other woman's ears.
Adrien said something in a rapid speed, seemingly to calm the mother of his child down, while Emma hugged Marinette, not suspecting a thing.
"Will you be there the next time I meet with Papa? I really liked to play with the two of you!"
Marinette forced a little smile on her features, dearly hoping, that Lila wasn't aware of the request her daughter just had - meekly nodded as an answer and hugged her once more, tightly.
…dearly hoping, that this wasn't going to be a goodbye for good.
"Emma? Ma princesse? I am waiting~", Lila's honeyed voice reminded her to go - immediately making the girl to slip out of the hug and get back towards her mother.
The young woman could only stand there, hugging herself, as that disgusting feeling of coldness dared to reach out for her once more - blocking out everything around her. Fearing, that she had screwed up big time and that Lila will let her know that soon enough. Making both Adrien and Emma suffer with her actions, because she was the one to do exactly that - keeping them separated and away from the other.
Just because Marinette dared to intrude in the life and-
Warm arms welcomed her in a tight embrace and Marinette blinked, as her mind slowly returned to the reality around her. Shuddering. Pressing her face into the crook of Adrien's neck, clinging to him, as if he was her anchor.
"What's wrong?", he whispered close to her ear, stroking her back in small circles as she hiccuped with a small sob. "Tell me…"
"She will keep Emma from you!"
"Lila?"
"Yes! She hates the fact, that we are a couple, when she wanted to have you all for herself!"
He moved, softly wedging a hand underneath her chin to raise a face up, now both able to look at each other - he easily could make out the tear streaks on her cheeks, while she easily could make out the deep frown on his handsome features.
"First of all - I hate that woman for everything she had ever done to you and for everything she had done to me! I won't be able to forgive her for anything, that happened in the past! I will not let her lay a finger on you, or me ever again! She should realize that! Second-" His grip on her chin loosened once more, his hand coming up to cup her cheek instead, cupping and caressing it in a sweet, little gesture. "-I will not let her ruin our relationship! I want you and need you in my life! I know, that she will use her fucked up manipulative ways to tear us apart, and I know she will use Emma for that! But I will not - you hear me? - I will not let that happen! I came back to Paris to fight for what is good and right - the relationship to you and my right to be Emma's father are two of these things! If she dares to make the wrong move - even dares to say the wrong word, then I am very ready to call my lawyer to help me!"
"She won't make it easy…", Marinette said meekly, yet felt strangely fascinated by his determination and bravery. "She won't go down easily!"
"Me neither…"
The young woman was amazed, could only stare at her boyfriend with wide eyes, grasping his sides to keep her steady, as her knees started to get weak. Looking into his eyes, waiting for any doubt and regret to rise within these emerald depths. But they never came.
He was very set on his goal of ultimate happiness - now that he was about to finally archive it for once in his life. Not minding all these hardships, that came before. With the odds being never in his favor, who could blame him for trying and fighting for his own beliefs? His brain and mind were still occupied with dark demons and hideous shadows, enough - everything that gave him warmth and light in his life needed to stay.
And, he wanted to be freed from these burdens - finally seeing the end of his lonely suffering after all these dark years.
And the best part of it - he wanted her to be by her side throughout it all…
The young woman reached up for the hemline of his shirt and pulled him down to her, finding his lips so easily and he gladly returned the kiss she offered him. Both seemingly sealing a silent promise between them, while they were seeking for love and comfort in each other's embrace. Just like their first shared kiss in her kitchen on Wednesday there were so many unsaid words between them, that could only be described in actions and small gestures. Both needed it. Wanted that kiss full of warmth and passion, that they needed to lock up due to all these eyes watching them throughout the day.
"We are finally alone…", Adrien hummed playfully, as they parted for air, resting his forehead against hers and smiled. "…and I have you all for myself~"
His words couldn't be any truer and she dearly loved the little anticipated tingle, that made its way up and down her spine, when he had said these words.
…on the other hand they haven't yet discussed their plans and expectations for their shared night - the question about the condoms still lingered heavily in Marinette's mind.
…and her own silly fears to be naked with him and in front of him, once more…
Therefore she cast him a little nervous smile and stepped out of his embrace - not ready to talk about that with him either. How should she start such a conversation anyway?
'Excuse me Monsieur Agreste - I was just wondering if you by any chance already acquired a box full of contraceptives in preparation of our second time- which we of course will have in absolute pitch darkness, for I am very shy about us seeing each other very naked. Still - can we please have sex? I would like that, though…'
Marinette grimaced at her thoughts and was very glad, that Adrien could not see her face in that very moment - for she already walked towards the kitchen, with the unsuspecting man trailing close behind.
"How does pizza sound to you? I am starving by now!" These words burst from her lips in a strange hurry - hoping, that it would occupy them long enough, until that topic somehow made its way between them in a most magical way. "We can celebrate Emma calling you 'Papa' in that way, don't you think?"
"What a wonderful idea!"
Thankfully their little cooking session kept them distracted for the moment - Adrien was too interested in the whole concept of cooking and learning to start any suggestive teasings again - which was welcomed for the shy woman.
For now, at least - promising herself to talk with him just after dinner. It gave her enough time to think about her words. Ways to describe herself and a hundred ways to pop that one question about the condoms.
She knew, that there wouldn't be a way around her current situation without speaking to him, though verbally summarizing her thoughts and feelings around sex - especially them having sex - was utterly frustrating. Almost impossible! It wasn't the same, as when they were in the middle of a make-out session, with her desire and lust skyrocketing through her veins too easily. Her overthinking mind hadn't grasped the full force of his possible reactions and answers back then - her request far to spontaneous during the heat of the moment. Neither had the time to analyze anything around them, not aware of possible consequences.
…now it was different - at least for her…
And sadly enough - she knew exactly, that she wouldn't be able to find the confidence to talk about it and Adrien surely would be too much of a gentleman to ask. Not that she minded, that he was such a sweetheart - but she also immensely enjoyed that little dark side in him, that could tease and talk about sex most openly - easily coaxing a reaction from her, that was unexpected, but very welcomed.
Well - maybe she would be able to turn the tables on him - for him to start talking about protection and any activities, that would await them within the realms of his bedroom. For him to set the pace.
…for him to just jump her, like both wanted to.
Little did she wonder if he would ever do that - taking the control of her sex life - one of them had to do it anyway!
Urgh… Why was it so fucking hard for her to express her feelings regarding her own sexual desire and her lust? To just rip her clothes from her body and those from his. It seemingly was far easier to fight and to come up with a plan, than that!
Adrien blissfully hummed in the kitchen - unaware, that his poor girlfriend was once more agonizing about everything and nothing and all the things in between. Taking little notes of the things she said and did, as they prepared their meal, while both waited for the oven to bake the deliciousness, that was their pizza.
"And you really believe, that I could every do it myself? Bake a pizza?", he mumbled, reading his notes once more, while he casually leaned against the counter beside her. "There are quite a few steps there and the list of ingredients resembles rather a blueprint for the next big skyscraper for me - building it would be far easier for me, than making a pizza!"
His words tore her out of her mind once more and she cocked her head at him in confusion.
"It's just basic cooking!"
"May I remind you, that I had personnel, who cooked for me until I was 20? Neither Maman, Gabriel, nor my aunt used to cook and I was never taught it. When I traveled I usually ate, whatever was easy to find and cheap - normally they didn't have a kitchen, or kitchen utensils in the hostels, where I stayed. So that is 25 years to make up for lost time - but thankfully I have a wonderful teacher by my side, who will teach me all that~"
She grinned and rolled her eyes at him.
"You flirt! But this time you should keep your eyes to the baking tray, instead of me - unless you want a few more burn marks, of course!"
He wiggled his eyebrows at her and almost cat-like moved closer, to rest his hands on her waist and to lean against her - she dearly enjoyed the way her small frame was wedged between his body and the shelf behind her.
"But I can't help myself, when I have such an outstandingly beautiful view!"
"You teeaaasee~"
"Always at your service, my Queen!"
She looked up in his eyes, brushing a gentle hand over his cheek. Leaning into it to fully embrace her touch, closing his eyes to savor it fully.
Gosh… She loved him. She really did - and one day she would be able to tell him that.
…and hopefully he would return it, feeling just the same for her…
"I just don't want you to get hurt, Babe…", she whispered sincerely - words, that held a deeper truth, than he might tell. Even more, than she could think of in that very moment.
Life wouldn't be easy for them, with everything they would need to face: Lady Titalee, their burdens and demons, Lila, her love for another man, that didn't want to faint away. And then there was the media and unsubstantial hatred towards him. So many things more, which she just couldn't think of for the moment.
Thankfully they had people, who would hold their backs: Tikki in a hidden and secret way, her parents, Emma. Their friends - with Alya and Nino above all-
Marinette's eyes widened immediately as a strange thought crossed her mind, while Adrien's brows shot up on his forehead at his girlfriend's shocked expression.
"Marinette?"
"Have you told Nino and Alya?"
He blinked in confusion.
"About tomorrow? Well, of course - they thought it was a wonderful idea to hold the brunch he-"
"I mean about us!"
He stilled in any movement he had made - paling as realization hit him in the guts as well.
For both young adults have forgotten one particular important thing with all the turmoil and riot in their life - especially in these past few days since the interview.
They have forgotten to tell their two best friends, that they were dating!
Shit… They were screwed!
Both groaned in annoyance about their shared forgetfulness, with Marinette accidentally hitting the shelf behind her with the back of her head and Adrien hiding his face in the crook of his neck.
"They will make our life a living hell, for not immediately telling us!", Adrien mumbled.
"They surely want a very detailed description of the happenings, once they find out!", she uttered.
"We will hear about that until the end of our lives!"
"How could we forget about that?"
Another shared groan and a moment of silence followed.
Until both exploded in laughter.
True - Nino and Alya would surely never stop the teasing, once they found out, that they were dating and didn't tell them right away. But they would understand, that there is currently so much going on all around them and that both Adrien and Marinette forgot about that. They wouldn't blame them, wouldn't be angry.
Curious and irritating on the other hand surely suited them better - ready to dig into their minds with tons of questions on how it happened for them to take that step - and very ready to hear everything, that happened after that. Especially Alya would love to hear the spicy details, easily coaxing Marinette to open up more and more - her reputation as a reporter was well known after all. And Nino? Surely he would ask - mostly Adrien - as well. Things a man would want to know about his best friend's relationship - though Nino was far too chill to dig too deep. He wouldn't want them to get uncomfortable by any means!
But it would be okay - any questions, that were to come their way, for they wouldn't have any ill intentions.
Alya and Nino would be happy, instead, for them to finally dare to take that step together as a couple!
"Let's tell them tomorrow…", Adrien suggested, both still gasping for air. "I am pretty sure, that waiting one day longer won't make a difference…"
"True~", she agreed with a tiny nod, while Adrien gently brushed some of her dishelved strands from her face, that clung to her skin after their laughing fit. "Though they surely figure it out themselves, once you open the door to let them in…"
A playful skeptical look grazed his features.
"I don't think, that we are that predictable!"
"My Maman didn't need ten seconds to find out, what was going on between us! Urgh - she even guessed correctly, that I slept here the night before! Though she surely suspected us to be a little more intimate, than we have been!"
He grinned and shrugged, his thumbs brushing over her sides almost absently.
"I had my face on your very gorgeous breasts! For me, it was a very intimate moment~"
There it was! The perfect opportunity to finally talk. He threw the ball right into her court and she should just grab it, open her mouth and-
A loud melody rang through the air - the timer for the oven, with their pizza calling for them to get out, before it burned in the intense heat - that could never complete to the very heat, that coiled in her abdomen, whenever she thought about the night, that was in front of them.
Sadly though, Adrien already slipped away, rubbing his hands together with a gleeful smile on his face - the sensual little moment forgotten until now.
"Our Pizza is ready!", he said and was gone, before the word 'Condom', could have made its way on Marinette's lips - leaving the young woman very frustrated for now and very unable to find the courage yet again. "I am really hungry! Uhh- and it looks fantastic!"
And that very frustration wouldn't dare to leave the young woman any time soon, sticking to her like the chewing cheese on top of the delicious baked good. She even had to force herself to get one piece down - couldn't even bring herself to touch the second one, he would offer her.
What a shame for a perfectly good pizza!
But at least Adrien enjoyed his half dearly - complementing his girlfriend and her impeccable cooking skills, her recipe and her great idea for making one in the first place.
…not once teasing her. Not talking about anything, that was even slightly sexual, or intimate or anything in between - not once giving her the opportunity to speak her mind yet again.
Even when they found themselves some time later on his sofa to watch a movie together, she stayed silent about her dilemma. She was barely paying attention on the happenings in front of her, her thoughts too occupied by his embrace, the perfect hardness of his chest, as she rested her head on it and his even breathing. By his chuckles and laughter, his witty comments and punny jokes and his dorkiness, that dared to emerge every now and then.
By his unique scent - of summer, his deodorant and something oddly leathery.
By his voice - a silky softness with a layer of huskiness, that gave her goosebumps far too often.
By his taste, that still clung to her lips, every time they shared a little kiss and peck.
All her senses were engaged by his presence and the sense of peace and quietness, that came with him - her mind circling around the question if she should even talk to him, or how, while one of her fingers drew circles madly on his chest.
"Marinette?", he murmured suddenly, his hand warm on her back, as he propped his head up on his other to look down at her. "What is wrong?"
She blinked and meekly shrugged.
"Nothing?", she said hurriedly- too fast, even for her own taste.
"Your finger is driving me nuts and I am sure, it will leave an imprint, if you keep on doing that - not that I mind~"
She immediately stopped and tugged her hands between her chest and his side, to keep them from moving altogether.
"…sorry…"
Then there was silence between them, but she could tell, that his mind kept on circling and rotating about various thoughts, that wouldn't keep him his rest.
"…you…you know, that we don't have to have sex tonight, right?"
It took her a full minute to process his words - sitting up straight by his side, when they finally settled in her brain.
She stared at him, gulping heavily - her eyes darting around when she found his gaze too intense. Shamefully blushing - questioning herself, if she had been too obvious around him and too easy to read. Though - for him, it seemed also to be fairly easy to read her feelings and emotions and almost any thought, that came to her mind.
They were like opened books for each other - at least most of the time.
Adrien sat up as well, worried now himself and he reached for her hands, to hold them gently. She heard him swallow hard.
"You know that, right? I hope, that I didn't pressure you with anything I have said! I am not… it's…that is to the reason, why I wanted you to be my girlfriend! You know that, right?"
Her eyes snapped back up to his face and a shaking breath escaped her lips.
"I know that…"
"And still this whole subject of 'sex' is bothering you for the whole day, isn't it? I mean - I have seen your reaction, when we were at your parents and you wore that dress. You wouldn't want to get dressed or undressed in front of me and you avoid that topic pretty… effectively…"
She sighed.
Of course - he had noticed it. Saw her behavior. Knew, that something was up.
She let herself fall against the back of the sofa, again, brushing her hands over her face and tried to find words, that could describe the mess, that was her mind.
"If you believe, that we are moving too fast-", he gently said beside her, sitting there and watched her with caution.
"We are not moving too fast!", she uttered with frustration in her voice. "If it was up to me, then I wouldn't mind, if it all was a little faster and-"
She slapped a hand over her own lips, cringing at her own words. Embarrassed, that she told him about her desire for him so bluntly.
But he seemed to be quite confused on the other hand - and who could blame him for that? Her words didn't fit her actions - or lack of actions for that. She knew that herself.
"So…", he asked carefully, his eyes never leaving hers, judging each of her movements. Opened his lips and closed them again, shaking his head. "I don't understand you…"
At least a small smile tucked at the corners of his lips.
Marinette let out a deep breath and her eyes sought his gaze once more, holding it tightly.
"I am not able to understand myself…", she therefore bravely said. "I mean - I really want to sleep with you! On the other hand I am just so afraid of what you would think, if I told you exactly that! If I asked, if you have bought condoms to be prepared. And what you would think, if I said, that I am too embarrassed to get naked in front of you!"
"But we were very naked the last time-"
"And seeing the other naked!"
His eyes darted swiftly over her body - which was okay now, that she still wore clothes. Without them on…would be…different. Revealing - she would compare it to the way a civilian would see Ladybug without her mask on. For there was nothing left to hide.
…so much to discover.
And yet she couldn't tell him that.
"You are beautiful!", he mumbled with irritation in his voice - this time not able to grasp the meaning of her words completely. "I know that - you won't be able to change my mind!"
She looked at him in awe, wondering what she did to deserve him in her life.
"…thank you…"
The young man smiled apologetic at her and scratched the back of his head, cheeks lightly flushed, as he glanced at her most bashfully.
"Your words are confusing me, Marinette. I have to admit that. I assume it's your cute and innocent self, currently speaking. Which is most amazing, that you still can be that, while speaking about sex. It's something, that I like very much about you…" He settled back beside her and laid a warm hand on her stomach. "Despite my confusion I want you to know, that I am very okay with everything that happens tonight! I won't mind, if we don't have sex and I will welcome any form of intimacy, that is okay for you - whether we keep the lights turned on, or off for that is up to you… And for your other question - yes, I brought condoms. Just to be prepared for that case - but they can wait to be used for as long, as you want…"
"…thank you…", was all she could mumble once more, leaning in for a small kiss, that he gladly returned. And - true - she was very glad, that she had Adrien as her boyfriend by her side, for any other man would either pressured her into things, that would have felt uncomfortable for her, or would have been easily annoyed. But he would do neither of these things, was very aware of the person, that lingered within Marinette's chest and still admired her with all her quirks and confusing behavior.
They ended their kiss soon enough to watch the reminder of the movie - at least those very few minutes, before credits started to roll over the screen. By that time it was almost eleven in the evening anyway and both felt tiredness dragging on their body and minds. Who could blame them - neither of them have slept very much these past days, were working and did so much more, that kept them distracted from caring about basic human needs. His bed therefore easily called their names, as was the promise to hold each other throughout the night and to cuddle.
Marinette was getting ready first in the bathroom. Brushing her teeth, washing her face, combing her hair to free it from any knots. Putting her sleep cloths on with a madly beating heart.
There was just something about it, that felt utterly surreal to her, standing there in the middle of his bathroom with nothing but a loose shirt and pajama shorts covering her - very ready to get into bed with the one man she had a crush on for the longest time. To sleep there - still entirely unsure of the things that could lean up to that point.
And yet… His soothing words still lingered in her mind and they even made her smile.
A soft knock tore her out of her mind and she wiped her face once more with the towel Adrien had given her, before she stepped away from the mirror and towards the door.
"Is everything alright?", he asked with sincere concern in his voice, mustering her face, as if he hoped to find answers there. "I know, that women love to take their time in the bathroom, but… I don't know… Almost 40 minutes was certainly longer, than I expected… Especially since I didn't hear the shower…or anything else for that matter!"
She gently smiled upon hearing his words - once more very aware of the sweetheart, that he was.
"I am sorry - I didn't know, that time was running so fast… I totally lost my sense for the time…", she mumbled, passing him with a peck on his cheek to get towards the sleeping room instead - making way for him to get ready himself. "The bathroom is all yours now! I will make myself comfortable inside your bed. Which side am I allowed to choose?"
He watched her, still not stepping into said room himself, while he held onto his sleeping clothes tightly. Chuckled, as he heard your words.
"You are very welcomed to choose your side, my Queen! Though I suggest, that we meet in the middle to cuddle, anyway?"
She nodded eagerly.
"You can bet, that we will cuddle throughout the night!"
His eyes gleamed with joy, his smile turning into this wonderful grin, instead.
"Looking forward to that~"
He blew her a little kiss, before both turned to leave to get into their desired rooms.
Marinette stepped inside the bedroom and looked around - of course it hadn't changed since the morning. It still looked very warm and welcoming, with a nice modern touch, that just screamed Adrien. This place even smelled so much like him…
With slow steps she made it over to the window, looking outside to the world below - seeing the Eiffel Tower in the distance with ease. Illuminated by lights -a reminder of everything, that was dear to her. For it wasn't only a symbol of the city she tried to protect so dearly, but was also a sign of hers and Chat Noir's partnership. Their usual meeting point. Their place to talk. To start a patrol and to watch over the city…
Marinette hurriedly closed the curtains - not wanted to get reminded now of all her duties for the moment. Afraid, that she was putting her own personal life in front of everything else.
…Afraid, that Lady Titalee would strike tonight - or that Chat Noir would pass on his patrol to accidentally see her here - in the embrace of another man.
Though… he had made way for this relationship between her and Adrien. Accepted, that she loved another man.
Urgh - could she please stop to think about her partner in that way? It wouldn't change a thing - wouldn't change her mind - and Chat's neither! She was Adrien's girlfriend now and she was only allowed to think of any intimacies she wanted to have with him! And she really wanted to have sex with him and -
Her eyes darted towards the bed behind her. It looked very welcoming and comfortable, that was true. Very inviting to… to come a little closer… To explore and discover another body - and with that another mind.
And - frankly - it was just sex. The whole world was talking and turning around that particular subject and everybody dared to have an opinion about it. Adults did it on a daily basis for a wide variety of reasons. And they have done it once before, too. For…it wasn't just sex. It was so much more - at least to them.
Adrien liked sex. He told her - said it himself the morning after their first night, that it had been perfect. He wouldn't mind, if it happened again. And again. As a constant reminder of their bond. Their relationship. To get warmth and comfort and closeness, that only she could give him in that way. After all that neglect and loneliness it shouldn't be a surprise to her, that felt about sex that way. For he could have control over it, a certain way of power - things he neither had under his father and his watchful eyes, nor when he lost his very first time to Lila.
He could openly speak about his desire. His desire for her - wasn't afraid to show it to her with his gestures and gazes and words.
…he definitely was the braver one of the two when it came to that matter and still… still he willingly gave her the control over it. Over him, as well.
And there she was - the heroine, that could most bravely face an akumatized victim, fight almost on a daily basis, but was utterly worried about what her boyfriend - a man she dearly trusted, adored and loved - would think of her, if she talked about sex and lust and her own desire. Fearing of the way he would react, once he saw her naked. Too worried, what he would think, if he would tease… when his teasing was so exciting and wanted and fun.
…his touch was wanted. Needed. She recalled their first time during that thunderstorm - remembered, how it made her feel so very human for the time it lasted.
He had called it perfect - and she could agree with her whole heart.
Something brave started to burn within her chest - a fire, that usually came alive, when she was to face a dangerous foe. Determination and confidence surging through her veins - the Ladybug, that was hidden within her soul coming to life - knowing, that there was no need to shy away. No reason to hide her desire. For she shouldn't be afraid of what Adrien would think of her, when she opened up to him - knowing the answer to that anyway.
She crawled on the bed, took a deep breath and eventually hooked her fingers into the hemline of her top, pulling it over her head and threw it behind her and over the edge of the bed. Out of her reach - hoping, that she wouldn't change her mind.
And then she sat there, her torso bare and naked, only her long raven tresses covering her in an elegant and delicate way, presented for him on the silver plate. An invitation, he hopefully would take upon his return.
He would easily see her - the bed was the first thing he would acknowledge, when he opened the door.
She felt her breathing speeding up at that thought and tightly closed her eyes to compose herself- trying to drown every disgusting, little thought, that tried to spread doubt about her actions in her mind. Clawing her hands into the bedsheets beside her, until her knuckles turned completely white.
Listening to the noises, that came from the bathroom - of running water, soon of an opening door and his gentle humming.
The bedroom door opened and everything stopped - merely a strangled voice escaped his lips, letting her know, that he had seen her.
Carefully Marinette opened her eyes - finding his green ones so easily, as they stared in her direction. They were full of admiration, wonder and - yes - desire. His pupils were slightly dilated, letting her know, that he was indeed lusting for her.
But yet he hadn't come to get, what she offered him.
"A-Adrien?", she whispered, her throat still tightening as she asked herself, if this had been such a good idea at all. "Is everything alright?"
"Mhm?", he hummed, his eyes scandalously sticking to her chest in the next moment, his hands nervously twitching by his sides. "Sorry - just had a heart attack!"
She paled, not getting that teasing hint in his voice - already searching for her shirt, leaning over the edge of the bed, back now turned towards him, to-
He bolted at her. Lunged at her and was basically all around her in the matter of seconds. Pulling her away from the edge, rolling her around, until he could fully embrace her in the middle of his bed, with her back now pressed into the still cool mattress below.
She could squeal, though - a sound he tried to silence with a searing kiss to her lips, his hands hot on the skin of her rib cage.
Utterly confused and endlessly bewildered she pressed her hands against his chest to push him away. She needed to speak and breath and look him in the eyes to understand.
"Huh?", yet was the only thing, that came from her lips, once he pulled away, hovering over her with a smirk and an amused little twinkle in his eyes, making him chuckle about her reaction.
"Well… I could ask you the same!", he said gleefully, his eyes leaving hers to gaze at her heaving and still very naked chest, to get his point across. "So…huh? What happened? Why did I - most unexpectedly- find my stunningly gorgeous girlfriend only in a pair of flimsy shorts in my bed?"
"I…felt…like it?", she shyly answered, nervously tipping her fingers together, as she scanned his face with a light blush on her cheeks. "I thought…you would like…it?"
"Like it?", he mumbled in disbelief and a shaking breath escaped his lips. "You will be my death, Marinette Dupain-Cheng! You are-", he gestured with one hand towards her face and chest and body, his usual eloquence lost with the blood flow, that started to rush through other parts of his body, than his brain. "-Sugar, Spice and everything Nice!"
She let out a little laugh - couldn't just hold it back, as some tension dared to leave her body - and his silly little comment certainly helped her relax. Thanked his dorkiness, that was showing so easily.
"Well… Thank you Adrien - you are also very easy to the eyes~"
He snickered as well, before his gaze turned softer now and he gently brushed her dishelved hair from her face. Mustering her features with such an amazing intensity, that it gave her goosebumps and it took her breath away.
It was amazing - that power she had over him and he had over her - in a good kind of way.
"And…You really want this? This is okay-"
"It is!", she hurriedly said, before his words would be able to reach out for these nasty doubts in her brain, to grab them and to drown her confidence yet again. "I want to sleep with you Adrien~ So?"
She batted her eyelashes at him, silently seducing him to come closer. To lean in and get, what she offered him.
He finally did, closing the gap between them once more. A welcoming, passionate kiss, that easily took hold of them, that allowed them to act, as they desired.
Marinette raised her arms up and around his shoulders, pulling him closer, again and against her. Legs moving apart to welcome him between them - for the very first time in so many years really ready to give her body all the control, it wanted and needed, letting her mind rest.
Their first time was wanted from both, unexpected and surprising. Perfect already - and yet both were very ready to see, if all of that could be topped anymore. Letting emotions speak. Setting them free completely. Just letting go.
She felt his right hand move - that one, that wasn't wrapped in that pesky bandage. The one with the ring. Gliding across her skin, across each rib most tenderly, easily finding her breast and took a hold of it. Letting its weight rest in his palm, testing, fingers brushing and fondling. It made her gasp, arch her back against him, as his thumb brushed her nipple. Little circles, that made her go crazy and that made these small nubs stand erect and in full attention.
Each movement made this very anticipated heat within her abdomen coil more and more. Each kiss made her feel so endlessly desired and wanted. Needed - and she knew deep down in her heart, that all the things, that would happen between them were very welcomed.
Almost mindlessly she reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up towards his chest and he thankfully took the hint - parting and pulling away to get rid of it so easily.
For a tiny moment she thanked any gods out there, that the lights were still on - for her to see that wonderful sight, that was her boyfriend - his muscles still as perfect as they were in the morning, but this time very close to be touched by her properly.
If he only was fully naked, then she could-
"That one, too!", she demanded with a tiny nod towards his pajama shorts, propping herself up on her elbows to see him a little better, as he knelt between her legs.
He looked down at himself to fully understand her command, chuckling breathlessly, before he looked back up.
"Are we getting a little demanding, my Queen?"
"Not every girl has a famous model in their bed!", came a cheeky reply.
"Ex-model! And if I recall correctly, then this is my bed, that you are lying in~"
"Just claiming my territory - like a queen should do!", she cast him an alluring smile. "So, Babe? Do you want to spend the night like that, or would you want to continue? Your Queen is getting cold and demands your full attention~"
His words spurred him on. Her little pet name he so dearly loved certainly worked like a jinx - completely spellbound he hooked the fingers to the sides of his shorts and pulled them down over his legs.
Giving her a perfect view of his half-errected member. For her he was just the right length- not too big, not too small and she already knew, that he could use it perfectly to please her.
For a brief moment he looked like a young, Greek God to her - an Adonis, some would say - as he knelt there. Muscles perfectly defined, skin flawless, soft and tight. Face so endlessly beautiful.
The shell, of a perfect and kind heart.
She couldn't be more in awe at the very sign she found in front of her.
Her stare broke, when the young man finally cleared his throat, his own cheeks burning from the obvious attention his girlfriend has given him.
"I assume, that you like, what you see?"
"Very~"
"And… do you want me to do something, or do you want to stare at me for the rest of the night?"
"Just making a mental image~", she teased. "Also - you don't need my permission to continue!"
"I…don't…" it wasn't a question. A statement, reminder, that they were very equal in that relationship they have chosen with each other. "So…m-may I?"
He shyly tugged on the leg of her shorts, to get his point across and his reservations made her smile. A small reminder, that he was just as excited about all of it, like she was.
Therefore, she nodded, opening the small bow she had made in the front, that was supposed to get these shorts to stay in their place. But that piece of garment wasn't needed now. Not wanted.
She held her breath, as both pulled them down and over her legs, throwing them far away and out of their reach. Leaving both naked.
His eyes, like hers before, raked over undiscovered territory, drinking her in, in a way, that didn't feel strange, but incredibly admired and sexy. Hands carefully reaching for her thighs, gliding along the smooth and milky skin, up towards her hips, down between the mattress and her behind. Pulling her closer, her legs spreading, so he could kneel between them once more.
A man hadn't seen her like that for the longest time - unmasked, uncovered and on full display. She had insisted on keeping the lights out, when she had these two stupid one nights stands. Only Luka - another man she had used to love - had seen her like that. Both learning. Both new to the subject of love and the nakedness of another body.
And now it felt to her, as if she could have that with Adrien all over, again - a thought, that made her heart soar so easily.
A thought, that was absolutely wonderful.
"You are beautiful!", his voice was so husky and warm, his words honest and true. No cliché, because he had to say it in that very moment. No need to say it, because she wanted to hear it.
But those words came directly from his heart.
Her own heart skipped a lovely beat, when he leaned in once more, coming closer and to hover over her. First pressing a small kiss to her lips, then her chin and throat. Wandering further down. Nibbling on her collarbone, the side of her neck and shoulder. She shuddered and shivered. Whimpered, let out a moan, when his lips reached her left breast. Feather like brushes of his lips, kisses, that started to get more demanding on her flesh. Easily provoking a response from her, as lust surged through her veins and settled in her abdomen. Between her legs as well and she couldn'twait to be touched there by him as well. His hand came back to her other mound, carefully pinching her nipple in time with a little bite on the other one - an exciting little jolt of electricity surged through her. Her legs clamped around him and her hips lifted off the mattress on their own accord.
Marinette felt her own wetness between her legs - her gender begging for attention as well - which he would grant her only seconds later.
For his hand left her breast, carefully trailing further down. As she dared to open her eyes to look down at him, she saw him stare right back - reading her every reaction to make sure, that this was wanted from her site.
Then she felt his fingers reach their aim, brushing over her folds with a soft touch, that made her clench her eyes shut, again. Her hips rolling against him and he groaned at the realization, that she already was waiting for him and this touch. Ready to be pleased.
His fingers spread her apart most carefully. Rubbing along her opening. Entering her with one finger, moving it in and out. A few times, eventually entering another. Moving faster.
Faster…
Marinette's mind was spinning, clouded by lust and desire - all her fears and worries from earlier forgotten, burned away by the ever rising heat inside of her. And yet all of this pleasure wasn't enough. She needed so much more - more, than she could think of right now and before it was over - her climax coming closer too easily with every pump of his fingers - especially when his thumb started to rub over her clit in such a wonderful way and the sucklingon her chest continued.
"Adrien~", she whispered, her breath quickening more and more, pants against his face as he dared to look up and towards her. "…wait~"
His forehead crinkled at that, his eyebrows shooting up and he -indeed - stopped the moving of his fingers, pulling them out and laying his hand on her hip. But before any question could have reached his lips, she was the one to act. Moving, rolling them over, as something was awoken deep inside her.
Sitting on his stomach, gazing down. Catching air, while she smirked at the very perplexed look on his face.
It only lasted for a moment - changing to one of purest desire, as she admired her from this new perspective. Grasping her hips tightly - a silent plea clinging to his lips.
He wanted her.
Right now - right there.
"Condom?", she asked knowingly, hand daringly reaching behind her. Seaking his treasure, that he had to offer. Grazing her nails along his thigh, moving towards the hard flesh of his shaft, that waited behind her. Finding enough courage within herself to touch it - her fingertips running along his smooth skin. She felt easily amazed by the heat, that radiated from it. Felt him shudder, heard him moan, when she grasped it. He twitched and grasped her hips a little tighter.
Eventually she looked over her shoulder - seeing his member in her delicate hand made her heart flutter and the tingling between her own legs spread through her own body.
"Mhm?", she hummed, still waiting for an answer and looked back at him, knowing too well, what she was doing with him - especially when she moved her hand in little motions up and down. He trembled underneath her, eyes closed tightly to savor the pleasure she gave him - she immediately knew, that she needed to see him like that more often. Hear his pants and hard gulps as he tried to stay focused - her own mind feeling dizzy by the time his hips buckled up on their own accord. Her own lust almost unbearable, when he moaned loudly, when her thumb circled his soft, hot tip.
Seeing all of it she realized, that she would have missed all these raw emotions and sensations, only she was allowed to see, if the lights would have turned off..
Oh… Her shyness be damned for trying to steal this display of a very unmasked and unfiltered Adrien Agreste!
"…night…stand!", he eventually rasped, one hand leaving her hips to reach behind her, stilling her hand and her movement, before he could have exploded behind her - pun was this time very intended. "The condoms…they…they are…"
He opened his eyes and she followed his gaze towards the nightstand to her left.
Finally!
She slipped down from him and reached over, to open the drawer on it - immediately facing the box with said contraceptives. Fumbling with shaking hands to tear it open, getting one of the square packages from the strip, turning back to find Adrien's hand already reaching for it. She playfully slapped it away and shook her head.
"Let me do it~", she insisted. "Before my bravery runs out for the night!"
He choked a laugh and pointed towards his erection.
"Suit yourself, then…"
She did - ripping the small package in her hands open, to get the slippery thing out of its confines. The foil was placed back on the nightstand beside of her, the condom swiftly rolled on his member - a touch, that made him gasp yet again.
She stared at him for a few seconds, before he already propped himself up on his elbows, his hand searching for her, to roll them over again.
But she straddled him, before he could have touched her.
"Wait… You want to be-", he groaned, as realization hit him, his head thumbing against the pillows behind him. "You will be my death!"
"Really?", she said with a little mock-pout. "That would be too sad!" And innocently brushed her hair behind her ears, to give him the best view on her chest. He winced, eyes almost popping out of his sockets.
Lovely - that certain power she had over her poor boyfriend- and she won't get tired of that!
His eyes stayed glued on her breasts, until she reached between them - not wanting to waste any more time. To grip his member once more, directing it towards her folds.
He watched her closely- both holding their breath, when he slipped inside her, inch for inch.
Marinette felt herself stretching to take him in, getting a hold on his arms, digging her nails in his flesh. She let out a heated whimper, that she held back for far too long, his groan as an answer was primal.
"You… are so big!", she whispered in awe, any coherent thought thrown out of the window - everything, she had wanted to say bubbling from her lips, before she could have stopped it. She felt him deep within her, her eyes fluttering shut, while she desperately tried to focus.
"I…Okay…thanks!", his brain on the other hand hat a severe malfunction as well, his hands yet again on her hips, a sweet pressure, that coaxed her to move.
She finally did, flexing her hips to roll them against him. An exciting lightning dashed through her veins, tingling in her fingertips as soon as she moved. Again and again.
Her hands soon found their way on his chest, holding her up, as she rode him. Rhythmically, a pace, that suited both perfectly well. His hips would come up every so often to meet hers, to change speed and to make little adjustments. His hands coaxed her on, hot on her already blazing skin, seemingly everywhere at once, but no touch seemed to be nearly enough. Resting on her back, her chest, her hands, eventually on her behind. Groaning and grunting, whispering sweet nothings, full of admiration and desire.
Marinette dared to peek towards him from time to time. Marveling in his handsome features, that reflected her own lust so perfectly - with parted lips, flushed cheeks and a light sheen of sweat on his forehead.
Sometimes their gazes would meet, locking most tightly, kindling that fire even more, that burned away deep within them. Bursting through every vein and every pore, faster and more heated than before.
She was the one to break such gaze, as the stars collided for her, her pleasure pushing her over the edge far too soon. She threw her head back, her back arching and thankfully his arms were there to hold her, before she could have fallen. Pulling her down, as he pushed a few more times in and out, climaxing as well with a final grunt.
Holding onto her most tightly as he stilled, both coming down from that incredible high, that they have achieved.
Marinette's eyes fluttered open a moment latet, gasping for air, feeling her face pressed against his chest, her brain still not catching up with everything, that just has happened.
Lazily moving her head - seeking his face - features utterly relaxed now, with a slight happy smile playing his features. His eyes slowly opened as well, gleaming, when they found hers so easily.
Both coming to the realization of the things, that just have happened, smiles getting wider, as a freeing laughter escaped both of them - feeling, as if bounds and burdens were lifted away from them and from their shoulders. Feeling good - now, that the secrets of their bodies were lifted, both knowing, that it would strengthen their bond even more.
He eventually rolled them over and she lifted her leg from his hip to help him slip out of her.
"I will be right back~", he hummed blissfully and kissed her deeply. Once, then twice, for it felt almost impossible to part from the other now.
"Okay~"
He got up, making her giggle, as he walked on wobbly legs away - though she dearly admired the view of his perfect behind - and back, of course - as he went.
She sat and leaned against the headboard and waited for his return. Smiling - knowing, that this time was beyond perfect and the start of something completely new between them. Sure - it wouldn't drown that shyness within her completely and she knew, that it would rise every now and then, again, trying to spread doubts and regrets - but nothing would feel this right, if it was all wrong.
Adrien returned, clean now, without that condom on and still so wonderfully naked as before - it was still strange to see him that way - but it would get normal for her soon. But it would always stay exciting.
"Bonjour~", he quipped and flopped down beside her on the bed, laying on his side, with one hand propping up his head, the bandaged one resting on her stomach. Teasingly watching her, smirking, as a billion thoughts danced behind his eyes. "What else have you planned for tonight, my Queen?"
She shrugged nonchalantly, returning that knowing gleam with ease.
"It's going to be a surprise for you, Babe~"
"Surprise?", he purred, eyes lighting up even more, raising his body up, to gently and playfully push her to the pillows beside her, making her laugh and giggle, as he hovered over her once more. "I love your surprises! Can you tell me?"
"It wouldn't be a surprise, if I told you!"
"Please~"
"Nope - not going to do that!"
His eyes got darker, his smirk promising nothing good - especially when she already felt his fingers gracing her sides.
"I am going to tickle you, if you don't tell me!"
"Don't. You. Dare."
"So?"
She rolled him over in a swift move, leaning close, but not to touch his lips.
"How about you find it out yourself? How does that sound to you?"
If he wanted to play a game, then she could do that as well - he would need to learn, that the Ladybug inside of her could play dirty, as well!
A/N: Finally some mild smut we all have been waiting for (again). I just love these two in any form together and I am just happy, when they are believe me - they were very happy:D
I really hope you enjoyed the chapter - I know, that I am not the best shut author out there, but this fic makes me come out of my comfort zone. So - yeah - enjoy these moments, when they happen~
Also I am partially sorry for the Power Puff Girls I placed there^.^"
Next chapter: A little lecture about Greek Mythology...