This was originally going to be my AU August 1 - Soulmates fic, but I decided to go for fluff instead of smut back then and y'all got Sweet Sixteen instead. So, here we are, trying to finish all my WIPs! Yes, they are all aged up: they're in their last year of lyceé and studying for Le Bac, which puts them right around 18.

Enjoy!

Once again, kiddos, please mind the rating!

In Your Dreams

Chapter 1

"Ohhh, Adrien…," Marinette moaned as he moved on top of her. He gave her a smirk and tossed his hair out of his eyes before continuing. The action made her heart skip a beat, even as her blood pounded furiously in her head, because it made him look so much like Cha—

Without warning, Adrien shifted, changing his angle to one that had her seeing stars. She threw her head back and shrieked her approval, trying to ignore his chuckle in favor of focusing on how the sweat glistened on his tanned skin—

He leaned in closer to her. "Ready, milady?" he murmured, and she sucked in her breath, knowing playtime was over….

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"FUCK!" Marinette screamed, throwing her covers off and fully-intent on murdering her phone. She grabbed it and actually had it over her head, ready to smash it to smithereens, when Tikki's wide, blue eyes stared up at her reproachfully. That was when Marinette remembered she didn't have enough money to buy a new phone right now, and she really needed this one to work. Growling, she continued to grip it in a way that would make most akumas flee in fear, while she jabbed her finger at it to make the God-damned-stupid-ass-piece-of-shit alarm stop.

"You're dead to me," she growled at it as soon as it went silent, and then slammed the stupid thing into her pillow. Tikki giggled a bit and went back to sleep.

Marinette forced herself to take a deep, shuddering breath as she ran her hands over her face, trying desperately to remind herself that, no, she was not on the cusp of what would've been an Earth-shattering orgasm, nor was she being pounded into the mattress by a golden, fucking god—

She whimpered. Damn it. That had been a good one too.

She took another deep breath and looked down at her hands, grimacing. Sweat wasn't actually sexy at all and she really needed a shower. A cold one, she added, as that thought brought her back to the image of glowing, tanned skin….

Stop it! she growled at herself, making her way towards the bathroom. You don't have time for fantasies right now! You have to go meet him soon!

At that thought, she whimpered again. How was she going to face him after—No, Marinette, she told herself firmly. You will be fine, just like all those other times. You will greet him with a smile and be the best friend that you know he wants. The one he needs.

No matter how cold that shower needs to be.

Adrien came to breakfast still gritting his teeth.

"Nathalie, I need you to order a new phone for me," he ground out as he seated himself. He blatantly ignored the muted snickers coming from his jacket.

"Again?" Nathalie sighed and passed him a box, his new, fully-charged-and-ready-to-go phone already nestled inside. "You really need to be more careful, Adrien."

"Sorry. I keep dropping them. I have terrible luck," he lied, digging into his breakfast so she couldn't see his face. "And thank you." He seriously owed her big time after this. Especially since he was pretty sure everyone in the manor had heard his frustrated yell when he'd smashed it into the wall.

But, he'd been so close… and seeing Marinette beneath him; her pale skin flushed with exertion, moaning his name and throwing her head back as he—

Aaaand now he had a semi at the breakfast table.

Damn it.

Think about gross things, he reminded himself. Camembert, the mayor in a speedo, that time Father made me wear that awful white suit….

Okay, good feeling's gone.

If only… he nearly whimpered as his dream came back to him, choosing instead to swallow his food. If only he dared to run his fingers through her hair and down her back and—

Stop it, he told himself firmly. Marinette is amazing. She's far too good for you. She's the reason you have so many friends at school and in your life and you are not screwing that up because your fucking libido decided to have its merry way in your dreams.

She's just a friend. He repeated that mantra to himself over and over, slowing crushing the hope that had dared to blossom inside him.

Yeah, right. How the hell would you even approach her? he chided himself snidely.

Hey, Marinette! We've known each other for years now and I know we've never so much as talked about it, but I can name at least eight of your erogenous zones because I fuck you nearly every night in my dreams, but lately it just hasn't been enough! I wake up rock-hard and it's really pissing me off and I really wanna see if you taste as sweet as I think you do. So, if you could, would you let me take you against this wall right here? Just pin your arms down, tear your clothes off, and have at it? Because honestly, I've been fantasizing about it for weeks.

Oh! And, if this wasn't creepy enough, half the time you're Ladybug in my dreams! Isn't that weird? Definitely no nerdy fanboy tendencies here…ha ha...

He sighed and stood up, no longer hungry. He was such a creep, even thinking about asking her to have a relationship with him while he was like this.

So disgusting.

You're lucky to even have her in your life at all, he reminded himself. So, now, you're going to put on your happy face, go meet your friends, and not think—not even think—about having sex for the next few hours. Especially not with her.

He closed his eyes at the memory of the way she'd mewled when he'd latched onto her—Nope. Nope. Nope. Game face time.

"Hey, girl. You look like shit," Alya greeted her as she got to class.

Yeah, well, cold showers suck.

Marinette just nodded and let Alya give her a quick hug.

"Nightmares again?"

Marinette nodded again, not looking at her bestie. She'd had to tell Alya something after all. Weeks of walking into class with dark circles under her eyes were bound to get some attention.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

She shook her head and settled for banging her head on the table in front of her.

"I know you don't like it, M, but I can't help you if I don't even know what your nightmares are about," Alya pointed out.

"We live in a city where people literally turn into monsters on a daily basis," Marinette grumbled, not admitting anything but still trying to deflect her nosy best friend. "What do you think they're about, Alya?"

Alya made a sympathetic noise and gently rubbed her back. After a moment, she stopped.

"Bet you wish you were dreaming about him instead, huh?" the redhead whispered. Marinette's head snapped up automatically; just in time to see Nino and Adrien enter, laughing about something. They saw the girls and waved. Marinette waved back, hoping her face wasn't as red as it felt.

And, was it just her imagination, or did Adrien's gaze linger on her?

She blushed and busied herself with getting her books for class. It had to be her imagination. True, they'd gotten closer over the years, but only in a friendly, almost-familial way.

Adrien would only ever see her as a friend, she'd accepted that long ago. It didn't stop her heart from aching, (and apparently her sex drive had discovered a direct line to her subconscious,) but she could accept it as a fact.

Adrien would only be hers in her dreams. …Which made it suck that she was so overworked that it was hard to catch enough sleep sometimes.

She wanted to be his so badly it fucking hurt.

Dammit.

End Chapter 1.