Note: Because so many asked for more. :) I decided to keep writing on this.

Marinette laid in her bed and stared at the ceiling as she remembered how they got closer. How they got to where they were since the night that she had seen him dance. How they had woken up in each other's arms. She gripped her pillow to her chest and giggled at the memory.

The sunlight shined over their faces and Marinette stirred, clutching her head in her hand. Her head hurt, her stomach rolled, and she felt like the bed was spinning. It was a ride that she wanted off of. She rolled off of Adrien and shoved the blanket over her face as she whined.

She heard stirring beside her and squeaked as he rolled over and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer as he complained. The scent of his body wash intoxicated her as he held her closer. Her heart pounded in her chest as she realized what had happened the night before.

Marinette groaned as her stomach rolled again and she closed her eyes to try and stop the spinning, but it didn't help. She shoved his arm off and stumbled to the bathroom, causing him to wake up.

Adrien groaned and held his head as he sat up, hearing Marinette in the bathroom. He got up and slipped on a pair of grey joggers, stumbling to the bathroom.

"Don't look at me. I'm gross." Marinette brushed her hair over her head to get it out of her face as she clutched the toilet.

"Hang on." Adrien walked away with half open eyes to grab her some of her clothes.

He went into her bedroom and walked over to her armoire. He pulled out a pair of pink pajama pants and one of her white tanks. He came back to her and set them on the counter. He watched her lean over the toilet again and he kneeled behind her to gather her hair out of the way.

"I'm so sorry." Marinette was in tears as he rubbed her back.

"It's really okay. It's not new. I've seen you sick before." Adrien shrugged as he drew letters and pictures on her back.

"Yeah but this is different, Adrien. We slept together last night." Marinette wiped her mouth and flushed the toilet as she tried to stand.

"And?" Adrien helped her into the shirt and pajama pants.

"What do you mean and? It's a big deal." Marinette washed her hands and brushed her teeth.

"Not really. Unless you make it one." Adrien shrugged as he grabbed his own toothbrush to brush his teeth.

"God… today is going to be a long one if I still feel this bad." Marinette rinsed out her mouth and walked out of the bathroom to lay down on her bed.

"Speak for yourself. I work tonight." Adrien groaned as he flopped down beside her on her bed with his hands behind his head.

She looked at him from the side with a shocked expression that he was on her bed in the first place. He smirked at her from the side and ran his fingers along her forearm. Marinette stared at him as he gently touched her.

"How can you act like everything is fine?" Marinette's voice came out desperate. She wanted his ability to let go, but right now all she wanted was the greasiest food that her small amount of money could buy.

"Well… I can either freak out that I fucked my best friend or… I can go with the flow." Adrien shrugged as he slowly rolled onto his side. "Which would you rather do?"

"Right now… I just want to eat the fattiest and greasiest thing possible." Marinette groaned as she flung her forearm over her eyes. "Then talk to me."

Adrien chuckled and groaned as he slowly got up from her bed. "Your wish is my command, Princess."

"And don't call me princess!" Marinette called after him as he left her room waving her words away. She groaned and held her head as the pain from yelling kicked in.

Adrien came back into her room and sat on the edge of her bed with his phone in his hand. He unlocked it and ignored all of the texts and missed calls from Plagg and his father. "Alright… we have…" He began to rattle off food places that delivered.

"None of those sound appealing." Marinette groaned as her stomach flipped.

"Pizza?" Adrien suggested as he leaned back onto an elbow and stared at her with his hair falling in front of his eyes.

Marinette worried her bottom lip as she got lost in his gorgeous emerald eyes. Her cheeks flushed and Adrien smiled at her.

Adrien chuckled, "What? What did I do?"

Marinette slowly shook her head and cringed at the way the room spun faster. "Nothing. Pizza works."

Adrien smiled and laid down with his head on her arm and his knees bent. His messy soft blonde hair tickled her face and she pulled her face away from him as she softly giggled. She ran her fingers through his hair to push it down.

He scooted closer on purpose and gently shook his head to tease her with his long hair again. She fought his hair with her hands as he picked on her. She watched him open the pizza shop website and hit 'build a pizza'.

He held his phone to the side so that she could see it as he crossed his ankle over his thigh. "So, what should we put on it?"

"Cheese." Marinette weakly spoke as she closed her eyes and ran her fingers along his scalp.

"Well, that's a bit obvious. What else? Do you have a meat preference? No meat?" Adrien let a soft sigh escape as she massaged his head with her fingers.

She got lost in how soft his hair was between her fingers. "Meat sounds good. All the meats."

Adrien burst out laughing so hard it shook the bed. "How about pepperoni and… bacon? Bacon…" Adrien got lost in the thought of bacon and Marinette burst out laughing. "What? This man does not… get to indulge often. Let this man eat bacon."

Marinette laughed harder as she tugged on his hair and gently sat up. She peered down at him and he looked up at her. "Did I say that this man… can't have bacon? Shove bacon on there. I don't care."

"What about sausage?" Adrien ran his thumb down the list.

"Adrien, just put all the greasy things on it." Marinette ran her fingers through his hair again.

"Okay." Adrien began to add on various meats and then hit 'next'. "What veggies do you want? Any?"

Marinette thought for a moment and tapped her bottom lip. "No. I think I'm good with just meat on it, honestly. Unless you want vegetables on it."

"I'm okay." Adrien hit the next button and stared at all the extras that you could get. "Any of this?"

"I'm good." Marinette giggled as he ran his thumb down pastas, desserts, and drinks.

Adrien hit the button to pay and then grabbed his wallet from his pocket and opened it to grab his card. He began to type in his full name when Marinette stopped him.

"I feel bad having you pay." Marinette touched his hand and gave him a concerned expression.

Adrien grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. "It's okay. I offered. I don't mind paying."

"But our rent and the other bills…" Marinette began to stress out and Adrien burst out laughing.

"You think one pizza is going to mess with the bills?" Adrien raised an eyebrow at her.

"It would for me." Marinette grumbled under her breath as Adrien softly smiled at her.

"We'll be fine. I work tonight. It'll be well replaced by the first dance. Trust me." Adrien let her hand go and continued to type in his card information. He hit pay and then put his card away. "There. Now, let's go get you water and some pain killers. Is your head dying?"

"Thank you." Marinette watched him get up and her fingers slipped from his hair as he held his hand out to her. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Am I not supposed to be?" Adrien raised an eyebrow as he became confused.

"No, I just. Why isn't this awkward for you?" Marinette sighed as she slowly sat up and took his hand.

"I told you. I could freak out that I fucked you or I could go with it. I'm choosing to go with it. But… that may be because I was interested in you well… before I danced for you and had you in my bed versus you, who only saw me as a friend and a silly dancer." Adrien picked on her again as he began to dance like a dork by spinning in a circle and sliding back and forth with his fingers sliding past his eyes. He grabbed his bent knee and put a hand behind his head as he wiggled in a circle.

"Okay, stop. Oh my god." Marinette burst out laughing as he began to run in place as he pushed his hands out and back into his body to some invisible beat.

"Am I done making a fool of myself yet? Could you imagine me stripping and dancing like that?" Adrien burst out laughing as he stopped and led her out to the kitchen. "I'd get no tips. Weird looks? Hell yeah, but no tips. Unless cute and dorky was their type." He leaned into her and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Oh lord." Marinette giggled harder as they walked into the kitchen.

Adrien reached up and grabbed painkillers from a cabinet and filled a glass with water. He walked over to Marinette, who had sat on a barstool.

"Here you go." He set the water and pills down in front of her.

Marinette let go of her head to grab the pills and toss them back with some water. "Thank you." She peered up and watched him take some too.

"You're welcome." Adrien smirked at her and leaned against the counter with his hand gripping it. "So, did you want to talk about last night? You seem like you want to with how much you're asking about how I'm handling it."

"Kind of? I- I'm not sure how to feel about you." Marinette worried her bottom lip as she watched him kick off the counter to walk towards the island that she was sitting at.

"Wanna start with before you ended up at the club that I work at and go from there?" Adrien leaned on the island and smiled at her.

"I usually have an excuse for not going to the club to see you dance. I always had an excuse. Whether it was real or not." Marinette sighed as the doorbell rang.

"Hang on." Adrien grabbed cash out of his wallet and went to answer the door.

Marinette sighed as she gripped her hair in her fists. She sighed as she heard the door close and heard the sound of the box hit the top of the island. Adrien opened it and the scent of freshly baked pizza filled the room.

"Alright, so you usually have an excuse to not see me work. I already know that." Adrien chuckled as he pushed the box of pizza towards her.

Marinette sat up and ripped a piece off. Adrien spun the box and grabbed his own piece. She sighed and took a small bite, testing whether she really wanted to eat.

"I do. I did. But for some reason that night I failed to think of one." Marinette rolled her eyes and took another bite.

Adrien took a bite of his pizza and thought about all of the times that he had heard her make excuses. It was always about designing something or about her awful retail job.

"Maybe it was because I really wanted to see my friends?" Marinette peered up at him with flushed cheeks.

"If I tell you what I think? I don't think you'll like it." Adrien softly chuckled and took another bite of his food.

"What is it?" Marinette took another bite of her pizza and waited for him to finish chewing.

"I think you were curious if I really did dance like an idiot on that stage. Curiosity got the better of you." Adrien smirked at her and she gave up.

"I was curious about how you danced. I just made a big deal out of it to my friends to hide it." Marinette worried her bottom lip as her face felt hotter.

"Mm….hm…" Adrien nodded as he ate more. He swallowed and smiled at her. "I figured. You can't watch me walk around in barely anything without being a little curious."

Marinette choked on her food and Adrien walked around to pat her back. "That's not it. I'm so used to you doing that."

"But you never really looked… you just saw. So to speak." Adrien shrugged as he sat on a barstool beside her.

"You made it hard not to look." Marinette sighed as she focused back on her pizza.

"Alright, so once you saw… what I do. What happened?" Adrien finished his piece and reached over to grab another one.

"My heart sped up and my cheeks flushed. I began to see what my friends saw. What every woman and man in that club saw. I began to realize that you were… that you are really good at what you do." She worried her bottom lip and watched him eat.

"The club makes more on the nights I work. I practice in my room so that I don't bother you. I strive to not tell people about what I do unless I'm close to them. My father doesn't approve, but he's been ignoring that side of what I do." Adrien sighed as he hopped off the stool to grab his glass of water. "But like I said. There is a dark side. While I make hundreds, a thousand if I'm lucky, a night? It comes with a price. And I split my money 50/50 with Plagg."

"I'm sorry that I didn't think about what you go through every night you work. I assumed it was always fun for you." Marinette picked up another piece of pizza and began to eat it.

"Nope. Well, okay. It is fun to see how people react to me, but like any job… I autopilot. Once you do something for so long… you kind of just learn to tune things out or to get lost in what you do. It was more fun last night because you were there. I had something to focus on." Adrien smirked at her and watched her blush.

"Your dance took my mind to many many places. I won't lie. I had to drink to try and not… let it get the best of me." Marinette gave in as she began to weigh her emotions. "I guess I've always secretly had some feelings for you… I was just in denial?"

"Denial or you didn't want to see someone like me as an option?" Adrien raised an eyebrow at her.

"I didn't- I didn't see you as an option. You're my friend, my roommate, and all I saw was your job." Marinette felt ashamed as she admitted that. "Not that I judge. You do you. I just- I didn't know if I wanted to date you. We live together. What if we break up? How awkward would that be?"

"Not that awkward." Adrien chuckled as he finished his pizza. "I wouldn't leave or anything."

"But I don't know if I would stay." Marinette finished her pizza and waited for him to say something.

"Alright, so what changed?" Adrien stared at her for a moment. "What made you want me?"

"Your dancing made me want you in that… way. Like all of the others in that club. But… the words you told me in the VIP room made me see you differently." Marinette worried her bottom lip and watched him smile.

"I didn't say that to turn you off. I just wanted to be honest with you. Also, that night? It had happened before you showed up with Alya and Kagami. I soldier on and try to not let it be my focus. If I did then you would get bad dances." Adrien laughed as he walked around the island and sat on the barstool beside her. "I wouldn't get paid as well and no one would have a good time."

"No, I'm glad you told me. But why did you let me touch you if…" Marinette felt bad for putting her hands all over him. Like she wasn't any better than those drunk men or women.

Adrien smirked and took her hands in his. He pressed his soft lips to her hands with a warm smile as his hair fell in front of his eyes. "Do I really need to answer that?"

Marinette thought about what he said about autopiloting and about how he hadn't been aroused until he had danced with her. "So, that wasn't. You don't get aroused by everyone that does that?"

"No. Autopilot. Remember?" Adrien got up from the barstool and began to put the pizza away.

"So then… that was because of-" Marinette came to terms that he really did want her and that he really did have feelings for her. "You really do like me."

"Very much so, yes." Adrien sighed as he leaned on the island and stared at her with a serious expression that spoke more than his words.

Marinette nodded as she hid in her hair. "I'm such an idiot."

"You're not an idiot, Marinette. You just didn't see me." Adrien leaned over and brushed her cheek with his thumb. "Are you seeing me now?" His gaze flickered from her eyes to her lips.

Marinette raked her teeth along her bottom lip and nodded. "I am."

"And how do you feel about me?" Adrien tilted his head to the side as he focused on her.

"Like I could sit and talk with you for hours. Like I could hang out with you and feel completely safe. Like I could be myself around you and you won't judge me. Like my heart is pounding and going to explode. And all I can think about is how much I don't deserve you and want to kiss you." Marinette sighed as he moved closer to her, barely brushing his lips against hers.

"And what else?" Adrien got lost in the moment as he peered down through his lashes.

"That I really… really… enjoyed our night together and want many more like it." Marinette gave in and felt him smirk.

"So, what's stopping you?" Adrien spoke with a lowered voice as he teased her by keeping some space between them.

"Nothing." Marinette closed the space between them and captured his lips with her own, tangling her fingers in his hair.

Marinette had thought about how after that they had never been able to pass by one another without kissing or brushing against one another. How he couldn't keep his hands off of her and how she couldn't keep her own off of him. It was like a strong magnet that pulled them together no matter how hard they tried to stay apart.

"Hey." Adrien smirked at her from her doorway as he leaned on the doorframe.

Her gaze ran from his black elastic harness, that wrapped around his muscular shoulders, to his low sitting black joggers. She bit her bottom lip and he smirked as he walked towards her.

"Did you want to help me out of this?" Adrien ran his hand down his body and she lowered her lashes as he touched himself through the pants.

Marinette grabbed the elastic bands and yanked him down to her bed. He laughed as he caught himself on his palms as her lips brushed against his. He parted his lips and she dipped her tongue past them.

Adrien brushed his tongue along hers and she broke the kiss with the bands in her fists. "Anything exciting happen tonight?"

"Not really." Adrien shrugged as he grabbed her legs to wrap them around his waist.

"Mm… sounds like fun." Marinette softly giggled as she ran her fingers over a lipstick mark. "Brush against someone?"

"Rough night in the VIP room." Adrien rolled his eyes and watched her go to work rubbing it from his skin.

"Are you okay?" Marinette touched his cheeks and ran her thumb along one of his cheekbones.

Adrien swallowed hard and nodded. "Nothing I can't handle."

"No, I'm serious. I care about you and love you. Are you really okay? What happened?" Marinette wasn't upset with him. She was upset with whoever hurt him.

Adrien laid down beside her and sighed as he thought for a moment. "Can I? Can I shower first?"

Marinette nodded and watched him sit up again. She crawled behind him and hooked her fingers into the straps around his shoulders, pulling them down. "Want some help?"

"I wouldn't turn you down." Adrien weakly smiled at her as he let her pull the bands down his arms.

Adrien stood up and held his hand out to her. Marinette took it to stand up. He led her to the bathroom and turned on the shower until it was hotter than he could stand. Marinette watched him strip his pants off and peered down at his hip where a lipstick smudge circled a hickey. She'd normally call it a love bite, but nothing about it warranted that definition.

Marinette ran her thumb along it and he pulled away from her touch like it burned his skin. "Sorry."

"No. I'm sorry." Adrien sighed as he brought her hand to his lips.

"Don't apologize. Come on." Marinette began to discard her own clothing and pulled him into the shower. She adjusted the water to be not as hot. She knew what he was trying to do and she wouldn't let him burn his skin to make it clean.

Adrien sighed as he stepped into the shower with her. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him beneath the water. "Are you mad at me?"

"No. I'm not mad at you. I'm mad at whoever did this to you." Marinette sighed as she ran her hand over the lipstick marks that lined his inner thighs and trailed up to his dick. "How? How does someone go this far?"

Adrien swallowed hard as she began to scrub the lipstick away from his thighs and hip with soap and warm water. He began to relax as she made them disappear with gentle hands. "She uh… people get wasted. Some feel entitled. That they have paid for a whore rather than a dancer. They treat us like we don't matter. Like we're some toy to be played with. Don't take no for an answer. She was one of those types."

As the lipstick disappeared, hickies appeared beneath them and Marinette went to work pressing soft kisses to each one. "I'm so sorry."

"I was sitting on the couch and about to pick her up onto my lap when she protested. Dropped to her knees and grabbed mine. I tried to push her away, but she was strong. I was shocked that such a little thing could fight so hard. She- She began to kiss up my inner thighs and then my hip. It took me awhile to get her off of me. She clung to me with her nails." Adrien slightly turned and Marinette ran her fingers along the long red marks on the backs of his thighs.

"Those look bad." Marinette sighed as she gently cleaned them for him. "I don't get people."

"How's the baby?" Adrien stared at her as she stood up. He turned to face her and touched her stomach with his palms.

"We have our first appointment in a few days." Marinette smiled up at him as she placed her hands over his.

"That's good. How are you feeling?" Adrien leaned down to gently kiss her. He wanted distractions from what had happened to him that night, but he also genuinely wanted to make sure that she was okay.

"I'm feeling good. Morning sickness hasn't kicked in yet. I'm sure it'll kick in soon." Marinette giggled at the situation. She became serious and worried her bottom lip as she peered up at him. "Are you sure you are okay with keeping this baby and raising it?"

"Yes. More than sure, Marinette. Like I said, we'll be okay." Adrien kissed her again and she relaxed.

"I just want to make sure that you are really sure that you're okay with this." Marinette sighed as she became slightly sad.

"I am really sure that I'm okay with it." Adrien chuckled as he leaned down to capture her lips again. "Are you really okay with me dancing?"

"It's a job and at the end of the day, or night, you come home to me. Not them." Marinette smiled and lovingly touched his cheek.

"You are my home. Sometimes that's all that gets me through my long shifts." Adrien sighed as she brushed his cheek.

"We still agree to not tell anyone else until we know for sure this baby is really going to happen?" Marinette searched his eyes and watched him nod.

"Yeah, I'm not braving my dad until we know for sure." Adrien burst out laughing at her.

"And my parents would get way… too excited if I told them. They'd rush off to the nearest boutique and buy baby stuff early." Marinette giggled at the thought of her papa gushing over baby clothing to her maman. "Especially, if they found out it was yours." She ran her hand over her stomach.

"Really?" Adrien became excited by the last thing she said and she laughed at him.

"My parents have wanted us to be a thing… for god… ages!" Marinette giggled as she rolled her eyes. "They love you like a son they never had, Adrien."

"I love them too." Adrien softly laughed and went to grab soap.

Marinette watched him as he began to lather his body in soap. He stared at her as he scrubbed the cigarette smoke and alcohol scent from his body. Marinette caught him scrubbing harder than necessary on his legs and hip.

"Stop. It's gone. It's done." Marinette grabbed his hand that held the shower scrub in it. She took it from him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"The marks are still there." Adrien mumbled and she ran her fingers through his wet hair.

"They'll go away." She pressed her lips to his chest as she held him.

Adrien sighed and let her go with a nod. "You're right. Although, even if the marks are gone? The memory is still vivid."

"I know. It'll take time." Marinette smiled as Adrien finished washing his body.

She watched him wash his hair and her gaze traveled with the water as it ran down his muscular body. It distracted her as she licked her lips. Adrien smirked at her from beneath the warm water as he ran his hand through his hair and down the back of his neck.

"Need help?" Adrien dropped his hand and walked over to her with soap.

"I showered today." Marinette giggled as she pushed him away from his chest. "But I will rinse off because someone covered me in soap."

Adrien laughed and nodded as he moved out of the way, holding her upper arms as her breasts grazed against him. She gasped and cleared her throat as she tried to ignore how amazing it felt to feel his skin barely touch hers.

"You okay?" Adrien wanted to make sure that she was fine since she gasped.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. So, do you work tomorrow night too?" Marinette began to rinse her hair.

"I do. Why?" Adrien raised an eyebrow at her as he watched how her breasts moved.

"No reason." Marinette shrugged and thought about how she'd ask her friends if they wanted to go see him dance again.

"You know if you want to see me dance…" Adrien stepped closer to her and pinned her against the wall. He picked her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, leaning back to body roll with a hand behind his neck. "You live with me and can always just ask."

Marinette's cheeks grew hot as she felt him become aroused between her thighs. She gripped his bicep and Adrien leaned forward to press his forehead against hers.

She searched from his lips, to his eyes, and back to his lips as she tangled her fingers in his wet hair. "Really?"

"Anytime." Adrien's voice came out in a whisper as he continued to roll his body against her.

Marinette brushed her lips against his and squeaked as he shifted her up in his arms and entered her. He dipped his tongue between her lips as she parted them in a moan.

He rolled his hips, slow, and she broke the kiss to let out a breathy moan. "Is this what you mean by dancing if I ask you?" Marinette softly giggled and clutched onto his arm as he angled himself just right, causing her to lose all train of thought.

"Something like that." Adrien smirked and bent down to nibble on the side of her neck as she peered up and moaned.

Marinette moved her hips against his as she got lost in him.