Trying to be Okay

Everything was going to be okay. It had to. She would keep on fighting.

…knew, how to fight, she had done it before so many times.

Of course not everything would go smoothly - she was an adult and has experienced many ups and downs in her life before. Eventually she would find the silver lining again - a new job, a new affordable place to stay, the end of the fight against Lady Titalee, the end of her love for Chat Noir.

Then everything would be alright.

…needed to be alright in the end…

The mind of the young woman was spinning endless, agonizing circles. Around and round and once more again - throughout the whole day and until the early evening hours - surely would continue, until she would fall asleep most exhaustingly. If she would fall asleep at all - for her overthinking mind would love to keep her up at night - that was for sure. And there wasn't a warm body she could snuggle up to, no Adrien she could kiss and hug and be naughty with, until all her senses and thoughts were only occupied with his whole presence and until she would fall asleep most blissfully.

No - she couldn't have that today.

…though she would need to sneak out in the night eventually - her need to solve Lady Titalee's case was almost unbarable, her will to win knowing no end - she had time to do so until Friday night. Until she would stay with her boyfriend for the weekend, where it was hard for her so slip away just as easily. So those were four nights, to bring her a little closer to her ultimate goal of defeating the atrocious foe.

A nervous little glance towards the clock revealed the time and the young woman gulped - knowing, that she would call Adrien in a few minutes to bid him goodnight - lying to him, that she would go to bed. Once more and one of the few times, that were yet to come.

Lying. She hated it, eventhough the thought of doing it for them kept her on going and doing so. And she dearly hoped, that he would understand it all one day, if he ever found out about it…

She sighed and got up from the chair she was sitting on for too long. Shutting her sewing machine down for today. Stretching. Petting Tikki's small head, as she paced past the sofa, smiling gently down at the small entity, that was asleep for now and the young woman hugged herself tiredly.

Watching the small goddess for a while, thankful, that she was by her side - glad for every encouraging word, that had tried to reach out for the young woman's heart. As for now Tikki was the only one, who knew about the resignation. She wanted to write Alya about it, but was too worried about upsetting her best friend - eventhough the pregnant woman would be thrilled in the end, stating once more, that Marinette was working too much, anyway. Nino as well - heck, those two were trying to get her to quit her job at the boutique ever since she had started it…

She hadn't told her parents, either. She was worried, that she could disappoint them with that information - worried, what it would mean for her father, if she couldn't pay for his medication anymore, if things wouldngo downhill like this. Perhaps she should have taken the compensation - it surely would have been good money, she could have invested in exactly that way - but it felt just wrong. Taking money from somebody, whonwanted to get rid off her anyway.

…little did she wonder, what the paparazzi would write about her for leaving that place so suddenly - and seemingly furious, again.

Her thoughts immediately started to circle around Adrien, only a moment later. She gulped once more, for she hadn't told her boyfriend in any form about it, either. At first she had thought to keep it a secret, knowing of his reaction. He would be shocked. Angry. Sad. Believing, that it all was his fault - that their relationship got her fired. And he would tell her, that things like that were supposed to happen, because of him and because of the way people viewed him. Hearing him say these things would crack her already fractured heart even more - and he wasn't even around to ment it with kisses, hugs and cuddles. She couldn't be there for him, either…

Therefore she decided, that she wouldn't let it happen - that he doubted himself and everything he stood for…

Chewing her lip she walked back towards the table and reached for her phone - for it was time to call Adrien.

It didn't even take him three rings until he answered it - his voice strained with tiredness, but also with just the same amount of warmth. Greeting her happily and she dearly wished, that she could be with him, instead of just listening to his voice…

One day she could have that - she reminded herself with a longing glance towards the distance and put on a little smile, before she started to talk as well:

"How are you, Babe? How is your nose doing?"

"Apart from the fact, that I still look like shit? And that the make-up couldn't cover it all perfectly? Oh - and your parents pampered me throughout the day because of it! But yeah - my face is fine. The pain is there, but bearable- and no nosebleeds! Might be taking one of the painkillers before I go to bed, though…", he tried to sound cheerful, as he talked about his bruised nose lightly. But then he let out a deep sigh and she imagined him to hang his head and shoulders in defeat. "…and yet I am pretty sure, that we will see the bruise and wild assumptions about it for some time in the future - they surely were able to take a few good photos of me out of any angle imaginable…"

They - the reporters and paparazzi, of course…

"I had a particular pesky one following me, while I was grocery shopping - apparently it was very interesting, how I bought some milk… But I made sure, that he lost track of me after some time - don't want them to follow me towards my apartment… But apart from that things were… definitely better, than I expected them to be. Oh - and don't worry about your parents! Your Maman was able to chase them away - didn't know, that she could be that stern! But it was lovely!

Also… Chloé contacted me…She-"

"What did she want?", escaped this very question her lips, before she could have stopped them, interrupting him accidentally. She blushed, as he chuckled and she briefly hoped, that he wouldn't see a clingy, jealous and nosy girlfriend in her behavior.

"She offered me some help… With the reporters and all…"

"That's…", Marinette thought about something good to say about the blond woman - which was difficult, given the past they both had together. But - once she recalled, that Chloé and her family have taken care of Adrien after his father's reveal and the fact that she had been one of Adrien's few friends in his childhood - she was willing to try. "…nice! Though that might be hard with her own reputation… But points for her for trying!"

Plus she had helped Ladybug and Chat Noir in the fight against Prime Queen. So - maybe - Chloé had nobler intentions than one might see with the bare eye.

The young woman heard him laugh lightly at the other end of the call and it somehow soothed her fazzled nerves - at least a little and only until he asked one very particular question:

"So - how was your day? Please tell me, that they left you mostly alone! I couldn't bear the thought, that you had to go through it all on your own…"

"Oh… my day? Well… there were a few reporters around, but I assume, that I could ignore them quite well. I didn't do anything spectacular today, anyway - so I hope, that they were pretty bored by my daily routine as well. But apart from that - and which is a good thing in my eyes - I will get some more hours at the Cafe were I work~"

She started with something good - at least something positive, that has worked in her favor for once. For her boss at the Cafe was excited about the fact, that she was bringing some publicity to the location - was glad to hear, that the somewhat famous woman would want to work more - now that she time to do so, since she lost her job at the boutique.

"Oh…kay?", came it from him quizzingly, his voice strained with confusion and she imagined his eyebrows to rise on his forehead as he heard these words. "And you still have time for that? Not… that I mind, of course!"

She gulped hard. Nodded, eventhough he wasn't able to see her and hugged herself with her one, free arm in hopes, that it somehow could give her some kind of support.

"Yeah… Well… you see - it's my only job from now on…" There was silence at the other side of the phone and little did she wonder if her phone has lost the connection. She lifted the small device from her ear to look at the display, frowned and rested it back against her ear. "Adrien?"

"What has happened?", he asked suddenly and she was quite able to fully grasp the tone in his voice.

"Oh nothing…"

"Marinette~"

She sighed, her shoulders slumbing and her eyes locked on some distanced spot in front of her.

"Nothing bad, at least. There were a bunch of reporters and my boss there didn't like that. She said, that it would give her and her business a bad reputation, if-"

She bit her tongue and stopped talking - fearing the impact, that her wordscould haveon him.

"If?", and yet he would be very persistent. Not because he needed these information for his personal gain - but to actually support her in the best way possible.

…what has she done to deserve such a wonderful man by her side…?

"…if the girlfriend of Gabriel Agreste's son worked for that place… She claimed, that she didn't mind anything you had to do with the things your father did in the past - she merely believed, that anything associated with Gabriel- or Hawk Moth for that matter - could cast a bad light on the boutique… But Adrien - it's okay! It's not your fault!" She heard him exhale at the other side of the phone- letting her know, that she had been right about her assumption - for he did mind it. And it hurt her deeply, that he was seeing himself so badly so easily. Therefore she added in a small whisper: "…can I video call you?"

"Of course…"

She needed see him. Needed to make sure, that he was okay - eventhough she would have loved nothing more, but to jump into the next train to get towards him within a few minutes. But she couldn't have his presence with warm hugs and supportive kisses tonight - not with the plans, that occupied her mind.

And yet her heart soared so easily, when his face appeared on the phone a moment later - knowing that it would be harder now to hang up for the night again, to get out to patrol. But it was so worth it to see him, felt just good, after such a stressful day.

And yet she saw, that the corners of his lips were pointing down and a small crease was very visible between his eyebrows.

"You know, that she is not allowed to fire you for such a stupid reason! If you want, then I could call my lawyer tomorrow, to-"

"No lawyer, Adrien!", she said lightly and smiled sadly, as she held onto her phone with one hand, while she finally sat down on the chair again- knowing, that their call would go on for longer than intended. "It's…it's okay the way it is. I didn't like that place anyway - the employees were always talking behind each other's backs, the boss had a bad mood for most of the time and - let's face it - the payment could have been far better…"

"…how can you be so positive about it?"

"I try…", she shrugged, deep down knowing, that she was telling him the truth. For - in fact - she would have mourned her job at the Cafe much more.

Also - she shouldn't give in to any negative emotions. Those could far too easily draw an Akuma close. Weaken her in a fight. And she could lose her focus - all these things weren't currently wanted, nor needed.

…especially now, that she had set a goal to get the butterfly Miraculous back and to end Lady Titalee's reign of terror - soon. Her own need to finally move on was strong - perhaps even stronger, than she expected.

…And hopefully this very positivity would be enough…

"Oh Marinette…", he sighed, eyes cast to the floor for a mere moment, before he was able to look at her once more through the screen. Putting on a slight smile, before he shook his head. "You amaze me, my Queen. Anybody else would have given up under such harsh circumstances. But you keep on fighting, despite all the odds, that are thrown into your way. I have to admit, that I dearly love that fire within you… I still can learn so much from you…"

She smiled sincerely at him - his words easily making her heart soar. It felt good to hear that - especially after all the shit she went through these past days.

"I learned it from you", she yet gave back. "You are a fighter yourself, Babe. And together we will get through this with ease!"

He chuckled - something mysterious gleaming within the dephts of his emerald orbs, but she wasn't quite able to put a finger on it to name it. To decipher it and the young woman found herself to be easily amazed about the fact, that she wasn't able to read all these wonderful shades and nuances of green, she thought she knew so well.

…apparently there where still so many secrets to unveil when it came to her very much beloved boyfriend and she dearly hoped, that she would decode him fully one day.

Though… wouldn't that mean, that she should present him all her secrets as well - even those of magical jewelry, tiny gods and goddesses and that strange power, that inhabited her soul, whenever she wore a dotted suit?

…yeah - maybe one day she had to do it and perhaps he would understand the full range of her strange behavior - and realize, that there was a strange, positive fire in her soul and that it had its reason.

"…well - I dearly hope, that I am the fighter you are looking for…", he joked with that very mysterious gleam in his eyes, that wouldn't go away so easily and smirked, as he cocked his head. "But I guess, that is something, that time will tell…"

"I am pretty sure it will…", she whispered blissfully. Then she chewed her lip nervously, before she raised her voice once more, as another thought reached her mind too easily - particularly the very one reason, why they were in that mess in the first place: "…anyway - did you call your lawyer for the correction? Does Lila know about it already? What did she say?"

"Urgh…", he rolled his eyes. "Yeah - I called my lawyer. I am pretty sure, that you can find my statement about it already online - it will be out in the newspapers by tomorrow. They will probably talk about it in the morning news, in the radio… you name it! Lila - of course - approved of it…"

"Good…", Marinette mumbled - at least one thing today that went just like planned - and hopefully there were a few things, that were yet to follow. She glanced over her phone and across the room - seeing her backpack there. The pink one, with the Miraculous Box inside.

Tonight was the night where she wanted to hide it. From Lady Titalee and - perhaps - even from herself. After all - choosing yet another Miraculous holder for now was just too risky and giving them out to her friends was just too dangerous. Accepting the help of Viperion and Carapace was just an one time thing and she wasn't willing to repeat it again. Lady Titalee was just too dangerous, her attacks and Akumatizations just too unpredictable!

She shivered - recalling those past Akumas, that have been almost deadly, that played with her and her mind far too easily and…

…and would surely bring Chat Noir to do a horrible sacrifice in the future, if she couldn't stop him.

Deep down she knew, that she would need him in this battle against the villainess. She didn't want any other Chat Noir - he was the only one, who could suit that role perfectly!

Yet… He was driven too much by his heart and emotions - something she dearly loved and admired about him.

…if it just wouldn't feel like, that it would be his doom in the very end.

She gulped heavily, as she recalled the night before. Her conversation with Plagg - the Kwami's wishes for a reveal and his own very shocking words about Chat's feelings towards her.

Feelings… both towards Ladybug and Marinette.

For apparently his feelings for the dotted heroine were never gone and now the very same dilemma, that was occupying her mind and heart, had caught up with him as well:

Loving two people at the same time - though these two were one and the same person.

But he couldn't know that!

…shouldn't know that - for this very knowledge would make this very mess only worse.

And it already was bad enough!

For she already came up with the only reasonable solution to that chaos, that would hopefully maneuver them out of that very mess, that they have steered themselves right into:

She would distance herself from Chat Noir. Not only as Marinette, but as Ladybug as well…

And perhaps this very distance could cure them from this very fucked up chaos that was called love…

"…Marinette?"

She blinked and shook her head to get back to the reality, that surrounded her. Shivered and put on a little smile, that wouldn't reach her eyes as she tried to focus back on the face of her very worried boyfriend on the small screen in front of her.

"I am sorry…", she whispered as she noticed, that she had zoned out for far too long. "I am just quite tired, that is all…"

And thankfully that wasn't even a lie!

"Then come here - my bed is calling your name and I will hold you until the morning~", he said lightly and wiggled his eyebrows at her. "You don't have to bring any cloths! Your toothbrush is still here and I can wait a little longer, until I can take the painkillers - so I would be all at your service!"

"Tempting~"

It was - she couldn't deny it. For she loved to sleep by Adrien's side - loved to wake up beside him and cuddle with him throughout the night.

The young woman felt a very anticipating tingle between her legs and her abdomen, for she knew, that he was hinting at a few things more. And if she didn't already have her plans for tonight, then she would have loved to get the next train, bus or taxi to his apartment and to jump him, right when he opened the door.

He would love that as well - she was pretty sure of that.

"You know, that I aim to please~", he hummed lowly, his voice like velvet - it made her bite her lip and press her thighs together most tightly. After all - she was very aware of the very perfect way he was able to please her.

"I know that", she whispered bashfully, slightly leaning foreward, as if she wanted to make this moment a little more intimate between them - even with the screens separating them, and the distance between both flats. "And…I would dearly love to give in to your offer, but-"

He smiled and held up a hand to silence her gently.

"Don't feel the need to apologize, Marinette. I wouldn't want you to get out in the darkness of the night on your own anyway. Not with shady people lurking outside and with everything going on! And I know, that you are tired and should rest and - when do you start to work tomorrow, anyway? I want you to be well rested and I know, that you have barely slept well these past days. Weeks, perhaps? Don't worry - though I can promise you, that I very much look forward to Friday!"

He was such a sweetheart and Marinette couldn't help herself, but to be in absolute awe with the man she had chosen to be with - feeling excited as well at the thought, that they would be united by Friday evening, again.

…didn't help the yearning for him, his lips and hands and - yes - even for his member within her, though.

With a careful glance she looked towards the clock behind her, then the still blissfully sleeping Kwami on her sofa and she uttered something utterly brave, before that confidence within her could have died down once more - or the still very noticeable arousal within her. Ready to take care of it - to spend a few more valuable moments with Adrien, while also getting her mind to focus on everything important once more.

Finally she looked back towards him with a careful, but alluring smile on her lips.

"I really miss your touch, Babe…", she eventually murmured, shyly brushing a strand of her raven locks behind her ear, before she slowly got up from her chair, to walk towards her bedroom. "…and your lips…and… and…"

He smirked as well, his eyes narrowed in a sexy way and he licked his lips, before he raised his voice again:

"…I wonder, what you intend to do my Queen~", he mumbled. "Do you intend to seduce me?"

"Perhaps? Though I don't believe, that I am very good-"

"Oh - you are wonderful! Don't think of something less about yourself…", he cocked his head and locked his eyes with hers in such an intense way, that it far too easily took her breath away - making her sit on the bed as her knees weakened by his mere gaze. "…and… You feel comfortable by doing so?"

Oh - he knew her too well! Perhaps remembered her shyness about this very topic from only a few nights before.

But still she nodded - and was willing to try.

"…haven't done something like that before, though…"

"Need some guidance?"

She nodded - felt some relief within her chest, when Adrien had said these words. For she admired the way he felt comfortable around her to speak so freely about sex - even more now, after the few times they have shared their bodies with the other. It was working on her as well - at least, when she was around him. And she didn't mind discover new things around her own desire and lust with him. Above all - Marinette could tell, that he enjoyed how things were working out between them. Both very equal regarding their sex-life, while also gladly giving the other the control and power they both needed. Learning everything anew with each other…

And - yeah - she wanted to witness something between them, that wasn't fueled by her need to forget about her partner in a similar way.

"Lay down…", he most gently instructed, as she watched him move through his apartment as well, settling in the realms of his bedroom too. "And can you place your phone on the nightstand? I would love to watch you…"

She gulped, laying on her side to prop the device against the bedside lamp, while he was doing the same.

"Like this?"

"Mhm… But I would love to see your face…"

"My face?"

Adrien smiled and nodded.

"I want to watch you, when you come. I love to do that, when you do~"

His words alone made her breathing hitch and she felt her cheeks heating up and reddening. Not with shame, but with the thrilling feeling of lust, that surged through her veins.

"Okay… And… What next?", she whispered, waiting for his next instructions.

"Close your eyes…", he finally purred. "Imagine your hands to be mine. Imagine, how I would very slowly brush my fingers across your stomach. Upwards, between your breasts and towards your neck…"

The young woman took a deep breath and blindly laid one hand on her stomach. Dainty fingertips brushing upwards. Across the buttons of her blouse, until she felt the warm skin of her dekolleté, gulping, as she felt her pulse throbbing on her neck.

His words made her feel safe. It was easy to trust him. Felt good to follow him. Felt good to touch herself without the fear to be judged by anyone in the end.

"…open your shirt. Slowly. Button for button… I would love to see your skin. Would have loved to kiss every centimeter of it. I would have loved to kiss places, that I haven't discovered before…"

She did. Opening each button leisurely like he would do it. Imagined his hot gaze that would rake across her body - his pupils dilated, his breathing heavy as well. His lips would kindle that fire within her even more. Kiss her cleavage. Across her ribcage. Her stomach. Until he would reach the hem of her shorts.

"…pull the cups of your bra down…"

He would love to do it for her. She knew it. His hands would fondle and play and pinch her sensitive flesh. She loved it when he suckled on her. Bit her gently. Dragged his tongue across her skin, leaving a wet trail behind.

Deep down she had wondered once or twice how it would feel, if she would be a little rougher on her - to leave a bitemark on her skin, to cup her breasts a little harder - making her go undone, even before he had reached with his hands between her legs.

Marinette gasped, as her own hands played with her mounds, her nipples hardned by now and the coiling heat between her legs almost unbarable. And yet she cracked one eye open. To look towards Adrien - who looked at her with utter fascination - still laying on his side, his head supported by the one hand, that wasn't burned. The other rested in front of him - making her realize, that he wasn't touching himself.

"What about you?", she huffed, swallowing hard to compose herself. "Don't… Don't you…?"

He blinked in confusion and looked down on himself - grinning sheepishly at her when their eyes met once more.

"Oh - don't mind me! I will just enjoy the show~"

"Touch yourself!", she commanded - her mind too clouded for now to think straight and beyond anything but their lust for each other. "Please!"

For a brief moment he stared at her - she saw his adam's apple pop, as he gulped - his eyes shamefully wandering to the patch of skin of her cleavage her could see through the screen.

Eventually acting fast - pulling his shirt over his head and laid down once more. Smirking challenging at her.

"I love it when you give me instructions! So? Where am I supposed to touch myself?"

"Touch your stomach…", she whispered, eventhough she wasn't going to see anything bellow his chest, either. But imagining his hand wandering down, past his navel and towards his crotch was already enough to fuel her desire even more. "Put… put it inside your pants~"

"Only if you touch yourself as well…"

She barely nodded and her left hands slid down from her breast, to open the button of her shorts. The zipper. Wiggling to pull them down her legs.

Both groaned as fingers found those treasures, that needed to be touched. She imagined his member to be hard by now. Standing erect and with full attention. She would have loved to feel it inside of her. Would have loved to feel the throbbing, the hardness and sheer heat as he would push in and out of her. Kissing her hard, as he claimed her as his.

But for now her fingers inside of her needed to be enough - the mental image of his hand wrapped around his dick needed to be enough. How he would pump up and down. Eyes closed, mouth slightly opened, laying there in his bed, where they have done sinful things together and before.

"…tell…tell me, how wet you are!", he hummed, his breathing heavy. "Tell me, Marinette…"

"My panties are soaked…", she whispered back, as she felt the wet fabric against the back of her hand, as she moved her fingers in and out. Faster now, knowing, that her own words would spurt him on as well. Moaning, back aching. "…it's between my thighs. On…on my fingers… I am so wet for you!"

"Sweet lord~"

Her second hand was back on her chest, pinching her own nipple. Head rolling back, biting her tongue to stiffle a moan - her need to hear his own whimpers and gasps, the sound of the friction of his hand on his dick was too big. Moving her fingers up to find her clit, circling it and couldn't help the cry, that escaped her.

"What…What should I do to you, if…if I was with you? Tell me!", came it from him once more.

"K-kiss me…"

"Oh yes~ Where? Your lips?"

"Yes!"

"Your neck? Your breasts?"

"Adrien, please~", she felt her climax coming closer, the tension within her abdomen almost unbearable. Tingling her spine. Making her heart go faster and faster with every beat. Therefore she begged - eventhough her drunk mind didn't know, what she was begging for. "Please~"

"I-I would kiss your stomach… Further down… - Marinette- I would love to kiss your stomach. Your thighs. I would love to eat you out and-"

She couldn't hear the end of it, as she felt herself tumble over the edge. Crying out, as she came hard - the image of Adrien's face buried between her legs giving her the final push. Her body convulsed and tensed as that tell-tale explosion went through her body. It felt like heaven and hell at the same time - feeling the relief so intensely, but without him being here with her - within her.

But they would love to make up for that eventually…

The next thing she realized, was whenshe felt very, very relaxed the moment she came down from her sheer endless high.

Marinette was barely able to realize, how Adrien moaned her name as well, when he came. Barely heard his heavy breathing, as it joined hers in the silence around.

"Wow…", she eventually breathed, her mind and body still feeling like goo, when she tried to roll over to the side, her eyes fluttering open to find her boyfriend similarly relaxed on the screen as well. "…I… I am… I didn't-"

"I didn't know, that you could talk dirty…", he breathed his eyes still glassy and his features dreamy, as he smiled through the screen. "…you were amazing!"

She blushed - dearly wishing, that just could reach out to him to cup his cheek and to bring him closer, to kiss him. Judging by the deep longing in his eyes he would love to do the same.

"…I… I feel very comfortable around you…otherwise…you know~" Otherwise this wouldn't have happened in the first place. None of it - and she definitely didn't regret, that it did happen in the first place. Biting her lip, as she tried to make up her still fuzzy mind she carefully dared to raise her voice, again: "…and… about you wanting to…you know…"

A slow smirk emerged across his lips - it was downright sexy and breathtaking.

"Eat you out? Oh, my Queen - if you want that, I would love to do that for you! I am pretty sure, that you taste just as sweetly as you smell~"

Her cheeks burned even more and she flinched.

"I didn't say, that you should be going down on me!"

He snickered and reached for his phone to get her a little closer.

"But I want to! And perhaps I will do just that, the next time we see each other~", he said smoothly. Watching her, as she nervously wiggled at the very erotic thought of Adrien doing exactly that to her and he noticeably enjoyed her sweet torture - before he chuckled nervously himself. "Urgh - I would love to talk with you like that a little longer - but I made quite a mess and sadly I need to clean myself up…"

She nodded - knew very well, what kind of mess he was referring to. Looking over to the clock on her bedside table she realized, that she needed to get going as well - she wanted to be back by midnight and perhaps she could still do that, if she hurried.

"It's late and you need to be up early anyway, Babe…"

"And you will be going to bed?"

Shortly she hesitated, but in the end nodded once more.

"I want to work on a few new drafts in the morning. Thought about a few new patterns and I want to work them out, before I go to work…"

"Will you model them for me?"

She rolled her eyes at the sweetness of his demand, but smiled.

"If you want to~"

"Well - of course! I am already looking forward to it!" He moved to sit, sighing and pulling a face as he looked down on himself, before he bashfully waved her to finally bit her goodnight. "I am sorry, to end our sweet conversation like this - but, really, I need a shower!"

"Ew, doesn't sound very pleasant!"

He smirked and shrugged.

"It was very worth it, though. And I don't mind to repeat it some time in the future…"

"Me, too…", she whispered blissfully. "And I wish you a good night, Babe…"

"And wonderful dreams to you, my Queen~"

Marinette blew him a little kiss, before she ended the call between them. Sighing blissfully, as she let herself sink against the soft pillows behind her, pressing the cold device against her still blazing and naked chest. Smiling, blushing, still in awe about the things, that just have happened between them. For a brief moment she found herself amazed, that it had felt so right to share this kind of intimacy with Adrien as well. But on the other hand - why should it surprise her at all? She trusted him, felt safe and - yeah- perhaps even loved. Things developed naturally between them and she welcomed it all with opened arms.

It almost felt like there weren't any secrets between them. Nothing to hide.

…eventhough her packages were huge, almost unbearable and hopefully they won't end their lovely little relationship anytime soon…

The young woman frowned, wistfully gazed over the window and towards the darkness, that held Paris in its clutches. Gulping. Knowing, that there was still so much to do for her.

Tonight…

With a heavy sigh she stood up. Discarded her cloths and threw them into the laundry. Took some new shorts and a shirt, before she hurried towards her bathroom for a quick shower. Dressed once more, before she walked back towards the living room - ready to get Tikki and very ready to fulfill her first task for tonight.

Though… Tikki wasn't on her spot on the sofa anymore and it made her blink in confusion first. Then she paled - worried, that her small friend could have heard her whimpers and moans from the bedroom - she surely didn't want to talk about anything, that happened there!

"Tikki?", Marinette called, nervously playing with her fingers, as her eyes darted around in the room, hoping to find the small being, soon. "Where are you?"

A tiny giggle came from the kitchen and as she turned, she could see the Kwami emerging from behind her - a cookie in her hand, her eyes gleaming with joy.

"I am sorry! I didn't want to bother you, Marinette! You seemed to be quite busy~" Marinette paled, averted her eyes from her small and knowing friend - looking towards the pink backpack by her feet, instead. Kneeling, to get the Miraculous Box from inside. "Oh, there is nothing shameful about-"

"I just don't want to talk about it…", her Chosen mumbled, as she held onto the box tightly - still not able to look the tiny goddess in the eyes. "It's okay with Adrien… But with anybody else…"

Tikki came closer and affectionately nuzzled her human's cheek.

"I know… And I believe it's wonderful, that you can trust Adrien with your whole heart, your body and your soul…"

"Yeah…"

Just like Chat Noir…

The young woman sighed and shook her head - pushing any thought about her partner out of her thoughts for now, before she looked towards Tikki once more.

"Are you ready?", she whispered.

Tikki nodded hestitatingly, shoving the last bit of her cookie in her mouth and levitated right in front of her Chosen.

"Ready…"

And with that she transformed.

A/N: Something sinful to start the weekend. We definitely need the good times to get through the bad times and... oh boy *nervously looking at the next chapter*.

So - have a lovely weekend and until Sunday!

Next chapter: Father, Mother and Son...