Sin, sin, sin, my beloved.

Also, thanks for your comments! This really motivate me (I was down those last days, but I feel really better and your reviews helped!)

Jeremiah; I saw for SAMG! They will animate the final and the episode called "revelation". I can't wait for season 5, this is going to be epic!

Have a good reading!

CHAPTER 7: Show me

"Show me."

Marinette's hands were shaking as she got rid of her belt until she felt a pull blocking her movements.

"Y-you w-what… W-what are you d-doing, Ma-Marinette?"

For once, she wasn't the only one stumbling over her words, becoming an unintelligible stuttering mess.

"I want you to show me you're okay with this…" she whispered, gesturing to her body—to her civilian self. "I want you to touch me," she commanded him, voice pleading.

"L-like this? I mean, i-in this c-condition?" He made her voice sound hoarse, almost too hoarse for a woman.

"You do want me, don't you?" She raised a brow.

"Of course I want you! But… Do you want this? R-really?"

"Adrien, you perfectly know what you did to me in the shower yesterday. You felt it, right?"

"Y-yes but…" he paused and took a deep breath. "Okay, if we're going to do this... We're doing it my way," he boasted as he stood up. "I can't do that without seeing you. I want to see you." He immediately stepped towards the mirror standing in Marinette's room, near her mannequin. He stood still in front of Marinette's reflection, looking at her with a sly grin.

"Strip for me," he commanded, voice firm but barely above a whisper.

This sent a jolt of electricity along her spine, deep down her core. She remembered when he 'd gently commanded her what to do this very morning while doing her hairstyle. The way she had reacted had surprised her at first, then she'd quickly felt this arousal.

She swallowed and pulled her blouse out of her high-waist jeans, lifting it, and pulling it over her head with deliberate slowness. She fumbled to unbutton the five buttons of her high-waist jeans. She wanted to look down to see what she was doing and go faster, but couldn't. Adrien was forcing her gaze into the mirror. He stared at her every move with a watchful eye, making her gaze shine with eagerness. She soon got rid of it and, when her thumb accidentally brushed the wet fabric inside her jeans, more arousal pooled between her thighs. She gulped and moved a hand, reaching for her upper back and unhooking her white lace bra.

"Slow down," he stated when the bra's hook gave way.

And, as she reached her left shoulder, she went slow. Her fingers grabbed her strap, making it slide at a leisurely pace along her arm. When it reached her forearm, she left the strap hanging there and mimicked her gesture on the other side.

"Go ahead, let me see you, Purrincess ," he cooed, her voice now all purr and gravel.

She shivered from the sound of her own voice being so seductive, and, at the same time, she wiggled a little, letting her lacy bra fall at her feet.

Adrien licked her lips, mouth watering, as he drank her in. "You're breathtaking," he whispered, never breaking eye contact through the mirror.

Marinette moved her hands south, almost reaching her matching panties when he suddenly stopped her.

"Relax, let me take control now," he asked, and her hands instantly went limp. "Good girl," he purred and she could have sworn she almost felt the rumble inside her chest.

Adrien guided her hands to rest over her hips, then they slowly moved up along her sides in a feather-like caress. Her fingers skimmed her bosom, and he gently cupped her breast, her curves fitting right in her hands.

He gave them a light squeeze before letting her thumbs gingerly brush over her hardened nipples. She hummed when he made them roll between her fingers, increasing the pressure, slightly pinching them until she moaned in delight.

She closed her eyes, trying to paint in her aroused mind the picture of Adrien doing that to her. Adrien making her squirm underneath his soft touch, Adrien 's warm skin making her shiver in anticipation, Adrien making her arche and beg for more…

"Open your eyes, M'Lady. I want to see you come undone," he said, tearing her from her reverie.

Her eyes abruptly snapped open, and she realized she'd missed the moment when her hands had drifted toward her lower belly and reached her panties. He pressed her fingers against the soaked fabric, and her knees instantly felt like rubber, wobbling enough to bind her gripping and clenching the edge of the mirror with one hand.

"Mmh, so wet," he whispered as he stilled her hand. "Still doubting that I want to touch you, Purrincess ?"

She mumble-moaned in reply, bucking her hips and chasing more friction.

"Is this your cue to tell me you want me there?" He raised a brow, bringing a mischievous gleam to her eyes.

Her hand slipped under the elastic band, hovering there, never going lower than where she wanted needed it. She knew he was waiting for her consent. Not that he needed it anyway—this was already a known playground for him. She sought for their gaze through the mirror, reading both of their unbridled desires gleaming there. She nodded, and he instantly found her wet folds.

Her legs trembled, and she whimpered when he slowly brushed her throbbing clit.

"Wow, you're so sensitive," he moaned, and it came out like a shaky breath.

He could feel everything ; how she reacted to every touch, which caress was more effective than another, what made her pulse almost throb in her core. It was overwhelming to know he had such power on her, such knowledge about the most intimate part of her. Yet, among all this, he managed to keep her eyes open, looking at her in the mirror with so much awe that it made her head spin.

Marinette clenched the sink harder when he speeded the way her fingers rubbed her sensitive spot, propelling her straight toward her climax. She bit her lips, muffling her cry of pleasure, but felt as if Adrien tried to get past it and scream their release out of her lungs anyway.

As their orgasm washed over them, her whole muscles clenching and heart stuttering, Adrien stilled his strokes against her clit then sank two fingers inside of her. He did it without a forward warning and soon found that special spot that made her hips jerk. It was swollen, and each pressure against it made it swell a little more. In a few seconds, she felt a second orgasm take over her body—more intense and wetter than the first one she realized, as she felt her release squirting abundantly along her thighs. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she groaned deeply, her breath coming out in short puffs as she tried to collect herself back together. Which wasn't easy when you felt like your body had burst and shattered into pieces, each fragment sent somewhere on cloud nine, and beyond.

As she tried to catch her breath, her eyes slowly opened and a dizzy smile stretched her lips.

"Wow, this is so very different from a man's orgasm—longer and stronger," Adrien panted, still breathing heavily.

"I'm spent and soaking wet. I need a shower," she stated.

"Maybe you should grab some tissues and clean the floor before going to the bathroom," he chuckled, biting her lip.

Marinette looked down then quickly looked up, her face heating up. She caught her sweating and flushing reflection through the mirror, and they both burst out laughing.

Marinette laid in her bed completely exhausted. Adrien had experimented his skills on her under the shower, trying to see if he could make her come a third time—it turned out that he could.

After her staggering shower, she'd had dinner with her parents, then Adrien had sent a few messages to reassure Nino, and eventually, she'd crashed on her bed.

Now, she just craved one thing—sleep. She had wished good night to her boyfriend, was nestled under her sheets, and her eyes were already closed. Yet, she couldn't sleep, because her mind was working a mile a minute.

" Chaton , are you sleeping?"

"Hm, I can't sleep if you're not sleeping, Buguinette ," he stated.

Right. It made sense.

Marinette opened her eyes and stared absent-mindedly at the ceiling, sighing.

"Is everything okay, Mari?"

Mari … Only Alya, Nino and Adrien called her that. Adrien really is Chat Noir, she thought, still coming to terms with her discovery.

Wait.

They both knew their identities as well as their feelings for each other. Though, she still had a hard time believing that Adrien could like Marinette. She'd need some time to process things, stop doubting and trusting in herself. Anyway, one thing was clear— they knew . What had Chat Noir from the future said? 'Fix your issues, let the walls down , and I will eventually come to you . ' Something like that. The secret of their identities had been a wall, which was now destroyed. Their mutual feelings and the truth about those? Another wall—crashed down. So why was there no portal already opened in her room?

"Marinette?"

"Hm?"

"You'd zoned out for a while. Is everything okay?" Adrien inquired.

She blinked and shook her head. Shoot. Yes, she'd zoned out.

"Sorry. I was… thinking."

"About our situation?"

Sometimes she really wondered if he really couldn't read her mind after all.

"Yes," she whispered. "I wonder why Chat Noir hasn't come back to us yet. If we consider what the other you said…then we're getting there. There are no secrets anymore, right?"

"Not from my side. I'm blanched from any secrets," he replied. He sounded cheeky and teasing, but, at this very moment, something stiffened inside Marinette—maybe the word was much too close to Blanc—and she hoped he wouldn't feel it.

Yet, Tikki chose this very same moment to fly near her holder and gave her a stern look, paws folding over her chest. Marinette gulped and quickly turned on her side, avoiding her kwami's scolding gaze.

She wasn't ready for thattalk.

After that trip to a dreadful future, four years ago, she'd been forced to admit to herself that under her feelings for Adrien, there was something she tried to stifle and push back about her partner. And once she'd finally admitted it, it had been a pain in the neck to fight her feelings for him. In fact, it had the opposite effect and she just fell in love deeper. Yet, she had pushed aside the fact that it wasn't his love for her that had destroyed the world but their love. Not his. Theirs . And even with that knowledge, she had jumped in head first, giving their relationship a chance to blossom, and defy this terrifying timeline. Future was not set in stone after all.

«You will always be Chat Noir to me.»

Yet, it was this hopeful thought that had forced her not to tell her partner about Chat Blanc, even after all those years. Even though he was her boyfriend now. She didn't want to confess it to him, because it'd become all too real. She didn't want Chat Blanc's shadow to hang over Chat Noir's, Adrien's , every move. Chat Blanc was just a ghost from the past that haunted her nights, and he had to stay that way.

No matter what, Chat Blanc had to stay buried in the depth of her memory, and Adrien didn't need to know about it.

Not yet.

Maybe they will have to wait a little more before seeing the burrow opening and Chat Noir getting back to them … She was ready to take the blame.

To be continued...

Notes: Well, the crack, the smut and the fluff need to be balanced with some angst, don't you think so? We're going for some light angst in the next chapter but... It's necessary for them to move forward. Crack and smut will be returning soon after.

See you on Sunday for the next chapter.