Updated C3
"That's more like it!" Having set her alarm to an earlier time, and actually falling asleep in her own bed. Marinette was glad to not have to rush today. Though what else they could possibly cover over the remaining course of the week, that they hadn't covered yesterday was beyond her!
Not that she was as opposed to it today like she had been yesterday; today she would be going only so that she could meet the green-eyed model- who she had enjoyed sinfully, shameless sex with the day before. She had almost forgiven him for disapproving her ideas in her presentation.
Twirling in front of the mirror, she admired her dress appreciatively. It was one of her own creations and had been buried in the wardrobe for far too long! Smart enough for a business meeting- yet daring enough to catch a certain pair of eyes!
Fran had not expected Marinette to be on time, and so she had actually arrived before her- perfect! She could take the day off; mostly because she had earnt it, but also because she didn't need Fran fretting around her all day!
Despite being early, Marinette was surprised to see that she was not the first to arrive. Once she had parked her car, she noted that the green- eyed model was loitering around the entrance– as though waiting for someone.
Why was he looking so jittery this morning? Was something up? In his hands there was two paper cups- one of which he held out with a nervous smile towards Marinette, "good morning. Coffee?"
Before he could say anything else, Marinette took both cups from his grasp and threw them into the nearby bin smiling coyly, "No thanks…come with me!" Her hand wrapped around his wrist, as she firmly led him into the outer storage room.
He didn't struggle, but nor did he hold any of the mischievousness that had occupied his face during their hot encounter yesterday. Knowing that they had at least half an hour before anyone was due to arrive, Marinette was impatient to have her way with him.
He opened his mouth to say something but was immediately silenced when he was forcefully pushed against the wall with her mouth pressed firmly to his, even through his silence, she could sense his hesitation. Quickly, she stepped back ignoring the growing embarrassment in her cheeks.
"I'm sorry…I will pay you back for the coffee…I uh, I shouldn't have assumed that you would want to…you know?" Strangely enough, he didn't seem mad- only amused. Taking a single step towards her, a gentle smile radiated his gorgeous face.
Sweeping back a lock of her hair, he grinned, then leaned into her ear and whispered, "I never said I didn't want to, just not here!" he winked playfully before picking up his bag and grabbing her hand to lead her back.
Excitement had rapidly built inside her, however it soon popped like an overstretched balloon, when he led her into the conference room and simply took a seat. Shortly after, many of the others began to enter the room, shuffling papers and sipping coffee.
Realising that she would have to endure 2 hours of the boring meeting, before she could even talk to him again, made her feel rather irritated and somewhat restless!
Marcus rose to his feet and welcomed everyone back before he started to go through the morning's schedule. Once again Marinette failed to see why she was needed- or even half of the people who were there, though Marcus had already explained that it was his belief that everyone should have a chance to see what was going on behind the scenes and to have an opportunity to contribute.
Marcus had only made it past the first slide on his presentation, before Marinette became aware of a hand resting on her upper thigh. Turing her head to where he was sat, his eyes were looking at the screen- but there was a slight tilt to his mouth that hid his amusement.
Trying to hide her delight- and nervousness, as his hand slid down her leg and under her dress; Marinette's eyes also fixed onto the screen, though she had no idea what it said, because her attention was on his hand- and what it was doing!
He hadn't moved the thin lace of her underwear instead, he was stroking the top of the material that covered her sweet spot. A single finger was pressing against her hard enough to make her want to thrust her hips into his touch, but gentle enough so that she felt slightly teased.
Temptation to look his way was growing, but she knew this would risk giving their game away, and so she kept her face stoic and her eyes forward- until she heard him clear his throat, he was about to join in the discussions?!
His finger hooked under her pants and pulled them to the side so that he could finally attain direct contact. In contrast however, his other hand was resting on his face innocently as though deep in thought. Marcus smiled his way unawares of the sinful act that was being performed underneath the table!
"Yes Mr Agreste? You had something to add?" Agreste? With overly large and somewhat accusing eyes, Marinette's head swiftly turned in his direction holy fuck! His eyes turned on her for a slight second with familiar mischief in them before he turned away again.
"Perhaps it would be an idea to add a day in the previously mentioned schedule for the models to have one on one's with Marinette? her design ideas are incredible but if you consider that each model is an individual with their own style, it gives them character too- you know, makes them identifiable with purchasers"
Marcus nodded seemingly happy with this idea and began to scribble down notes on a piece of paper, "interesting. You mean that they could suggest their own amendments to help it fit their own unique tastes?"
He chuckled in response with a slight shake of the head, but his hands remained in position, "not amendments as such, I simply mean that some items of fashion can be worn in more than one way. Most wear a tie around their neck- though I have known people tie them around their waists, for example."
Marinette's legs were starting to clench; his maintained, delicious torture spread a warmth in her lower region and the realisation that she was about to orgasm at a table, where there were at least 20 others, by no other than Adrien Agreste- was unbelievable!
"What do you think, Marinette?" Shit! Adrien was grinning devilishly as 20 or so pairs of eyes fell upon her- along with his stunningly green ones, as she was about to climax! Panic stricken, she attempted to push his hand away, but his resistance held firm- he was going to really do this?!
"Oh…I uh…sounds good?" She had barely managed to whisper the last part as the intense pleasure from her sweet release overcame her. Gripping the table in front on her, and discreetly biting down on the end of her pencil, was all she could do to somehow maintain composure.
When his hand moved away, Marinette was filled with overwhelming emotions which varied from shock, joy, anger and pure delight! Before realising what she was doing, she rose to her feet shakily, stammering nervously to the others, "sorry…I need to go- I'm not feeling well!"
Though clearly taken aback, Marcus simply nodded once and smiled reassuringly, "very well Marinette, you head home- I can email you the rest of the slides." Without even stopping to look at Adrien, she ran from the room with her head bent low.
Sitting in her parked car was all she could do for now; her mind had gone into overdrive and she didn't feel like she could apply her focus to driving for now. It was only a few minutes later that she spotted Adrien jogging towards her car with his bag over his shoulder.
He opened the door with a smile, "move over- I'm driving!" She considered questioning how he managed to escape the meeting, but she realised that there were more burning questions. She slid into the passenger's seat and allowed him to take control "where to?"
For now, Marinette was only speaking in order to direct him to her place, while she managed to condense her thousands of questions into a few more pressing ones. He grinned as his hands gripped the steering wheel of her rather new vehicle, "nice ride! Jaguar F-type convertible, right?"
Failing to suppress a grin she shrugged slightly, "I know it's a convertible…but I couldn't tell you anything else-I don't really speak car, I just bought which ever one looked nice." The red colour had also attracted her to it- being her favourite colour and all.
Things only got more awkward as she led him into her place. It was luxurious and clean; however, she hadn't fully unpacked the boxes from her move- nor had she de-cluttered her work sketches! She hadn't anticipated bringing a guest back.
It was frustrating, she had a million things she wanted to say and yet the only thing they had managed to discuss was her new car! Quickly, she swept up paper and pencils from the sofa so that Adrien could sit down and, without even asking him if he wanted a drink, she rushed into the kitchen and turned the kettle on regardless.
"Wow, that's a gorgeous house!" Shit! She hadn't sent the paperwork! Adrien had apparently followed her into the kitchen, but he had caught sight of her documents and sales memo regarding the sale of her previous house!
"Yeah…I'm in the process of selling it." Adrien hadn't missed the drop in her tone as she hastily threw the papers into a drawer, "did you live there…like alone?" Even on the one picture visible on the paperwork, it was clearly a large family house- complete with a white picket fence. It was reasonable to assume that Marinette wouldn't be living there alone but this was a topic she wanted, at all costs, to avoid!
Looking at him properly for the first time since she had found out he was Adrien, Marinette wondered how she had missed it! Sure, his hair was shorter, and his jaw line was sculpted more sharply- he even had some slight stubble! But through all of that she could still see Adrien- Successful model, celebrity and also her celebrity crush- to Luka's annoyance. Though Adrien had been apparently MIA for a few years now and so there was little wonder she hadn't recognised him.
Tears prickled her eyes once again, so she hastily turned away from him in order to hide them, but he was not fooled. Placing his finger on her chin, he gently rose it to see directly into her eyes- that were now shimmering in the corners, as more teardrops formed there. With a small shake of her head, she whispered painfully, as he embraced her, "no, it wasn't alone!"
