Author Note: First of all, thank you so much to Jinxiousdelice and ChubbyUnicornMama for the consistent encouraging reviews! You're awesome!
Secondly, I'm aware this one is a little long, but hopefully you don't get bored. We're going to start skipping some time here, but don't worry, not SUPER large chunks, and hopefully nothing that makes it seem incoherent.
I hope you all enjoy! Thank you for those still with me! It's going to be a loooong story.
Chapter Five: Utterly Screwed
Adrien watched Marinette stroll nonchalantly into class. He might have been imagining things, but the goofy smile on her face meant she felt better. Of course, the 'fix' would be temporary, but he was happy to see a smile on her face.
"Morning, Marinette," he called, offering his own genuine, goofy smile.
His voice seemed to pull her from her thoughts, and she blinked those beautiful eyes at him. Oh, Chat, more…please. Her moans still possessed his mind, and just looking at her brought a bright flush to his face.
"Morning," she breathed, her voice airy…almost wistful. "How are you?"
Well, at least she wasn't ignoring him, but that happy wistful look did nothing to divert the blood flow to his manhood. The fact that he knew he was responsible for that blissful face, and how amazingly beautiful she was, as he realized more and more the night before, did nothing to help his increasingly dire situation.
"I'm fine, how are you?" Lies. He was aching to pin her to the nearest desk and taste her sweet nectar again. The interaction seemed like stupid small talk considering he had had his tongue buried in her molten folds, but she didn't know that.
She giggled, her cheeks flaring brightly. "I'm fine too, thanks for asking." She offered a broad smile before taking the steps up to her seat. Adrien needed to call upon all his willpower to resist the urge to follow her movements.
Marinette and…Chat….had decided that full blown sex was probably taking their intimacy issues a little far. He craved to bury himself inside of her, especially after tasting her silken depths and hearing her call his name…Chat's name, but they abstained from actual intercourse.
You did all but. He pursed his lips, rubbing the back of his head, playing with the soft blonde hair at the nape of his neck. His tongue devoured her…and her soft full lips teased him…and she let him explode inside her mouth. They had been content with just that, and snuggled well into the early morning afterwards.
Both parties enjoyed more than one orgasm and without penetration. Marinette could save herself for…For whom? Renewed guilt consumed his chest, and he cringed. For him? She certainly wasn't thinking about him last night. No, she was thinking about Chat. Hypocrite.
"Shut up," he grumbled.
"Dude?"
"Oh, sorry, Nino, not you." He chuckled nervously, rubbing his head again. "Was just thinking."
"Your thinking is going to be the end of you, dude."
Adrien laughed again, legitimately this time. "You're not completely wrong." He chanced a glance over his shoulder. "Does Marinette seem happy to you?"
Nino shifted next to him, presumably to get a better view. "To be honest, Alya told me she was calling every night to sob until she fell asleep, but last night, she missed the routine exchange. So…maybe?"
"Oh, my GOD!" Lila's voice made him turn in his seat. "Is that a…a hickie?"
"What!?" Marinette scrambled, covering her neck with her hands.
Alya didn't help by chiming in. "Girl, that's a hickie and an impressive set of teeth marks."
Adrien's face burned. He didn't regret marking her at all, in fact, something like pride swelled up within the confines of his chest. At least it was the only one they could see. After all, he had left one on her inner thigh, too.
Chat! Marinette's moans burst across his mind. He remembered how soft her flesh was under his strong teeth and the slight copper taste when he broke her skin a little. He thought she would be mad, but judging by the strength of her orgasm, she hadn't minded.
"Dude, you're grinning like a love-struck puppy," Nino snickered. At least his friend had the decency to drop his voice over the commotion in the back. "Did you and Marinette hook up?"
"N-no!" He hollered, shoving up from his seat. Everybody turned to stare at him. "I m-mean," his voice trailed off. "We shouldn't pry into Mari's personal business," he offered.
Lila scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I don't know who hooked up with you, but it was probably out of pity. How else would you explain someone wanting to be with you?"
"That's enough, Lila." He was surprised by the strength in his tone, but he didn't back down when he moved into the aisle to face her. He felt a growl bubbling in his throat, but he swallowed it just as quickly when he noticed everyone gazing at him like he had two heads. "Marinette has made an effort to be nice to you ever since the Chameleon episode," he said a little more softly now. "You can return the favor. You don't have to be vindictive."
Ayla nodded her assent. "Plus, my girl is fire. Who wouldn't want to have a piece of her?" The journalist's eyes gravitated to him. "Right, Adrien?" Her smile seemed a little too sly, and his heart ramped up several beats.
He watched Mari's eyes move to him, her mouth hanging open in…horror? "As if my Adrikins would slum it with her."
"Shut up, Chole," Nino finally objected.
Sabrina squeaked. "Don't talk to her like that!"
Both sides of the aisle were out of their seats, surging towards the middle. Someone hollered to keep their thoughts to themselves, others retaliating or consenting to the idea. Adrien opened his mouth, but movement just on the edge of his vision pulled his focus towards the front, and he glimpsed Marinette heading for the door. She must have snuck away whist everybody was fighting using the perimeter aisles.
Adrien wanted to call to her, but he snapped his mouth closed just as quickly. She was trying to escape, and he didn't want to draw attention to her. He doubted there was anything he could say to comfort her anyway…but maybe…Chat could.
*******POV CHANGE****
Marinette's cheek rested quietly on the desk in her room. Tikki groaned again, squeaking. "Marinette."
"I don't want to hear it, Tikki," she grumbled. Today had been awful. "Did you see Adrien's face? He was mortified."
Of course, that wasn't really the worst part. For the first time in 3 years, she didn't feel like a clumsy mess around the love of her life. Chat had made good on his promise. She hadn't thought of the boy once last night, and hadn't felt the least bit nervous seeing his gorgeous smile this morning.
The thought of the feline themed hero brought a hot flash, and her thighs pushed together on instinct as heat pooled to the lowest region of her stomach. The night they spent together was amazing, but it was a one time thing. It wasn't going to happen again, ever.
"He wasn't mortified," she claimed. "I think you just need time. Don't make any rash decisions." The crimson Kwami hugged her cheek. "Get some rest, please," she cooed before disappearing into the closet.
The blunette rolled her head to the other cheek, grunting. "I'm not tired," she muttered to the empty room. Several minutes went by, and she sighed, lifting her head from its resting place. "Besides," she added, knowing the Kwami could hear her through the thin door. "I've already made up my mind."
"Made up your mind about what, Princess?"
His purring voice startled her, and she shrieked, falling out of her chair onto the floor. His chuckling filled the room, and she lifted her head as she sat up on the floor, glowering. His head was poking into the skylight. "A little warning would be nice." She looked around frantically. "I mean, what if I had been getting undressed?"
He crawled in, lazily, and stalked over to her on all fours, smirking deviously. His ears twitched, and his tail brushed her knee for the briefest of moments. "Then you'll have done half my work for me," he growled playfully.
The animalistic tone made her flush, and she felt herself get wet immediately. His nostrils flared, and his pupils dilating before his eyes widened, and he backed away a few inches. "Sorry," he hissed, looking away. He had the decency to look abashed. What he couldn't do, however, was hide his raging erection. The skintight leather wasn't concealing anything.
She gulped, trying to get her racing heart to stop stumbling inside her chest. "It's fine," she breathed. "I'm sorry." She cleared her throat. If she wasn't so easily aroused, he wouldn't have to try and be careful. "Is there a particular reason you stopped by?" She deserved a macaron for keeping her voice steady.
"I—uh," his claws scratched his head, and she giggled. Glad to see kitty could be distracted. "I wanted to check up on you." His eyes went to her neck, and a big toothy grin graced his handsome face.
"Chat," she squeaked, covering his mark, squirming. He wasn't helping. "Just the one time," she reminded him, but there was no conviction in her voice. She was hoping one of them would stay strong.
"I know," he croaked. "It's just so hard when your aroma is so," he slid his eyes sideways to give her a heated look, "intoxicating. Your scent makes me lose focus." He shifted onto his hands and knees again, prowling towards her.
Oh, God. Her heart hammered violently against her chest, trying to escape. She told herself to scoot backwards, but the lustful look in his eyes froze her to her spot. Would another round be so bad? Just one more couldn't hurt. His lips brushed hers, skimming gradually until he pressed a little more firmly.
She parted her lips to allow him to push the boundaries, but her phone chimed, and Chat Noir's baton beeped rapidly. "Akuma alert," she whispered.
"Yeah," he breathed, holding his mouth against hers for a breath longer before swiftly retreating back to the skylight. "Try to keep my food warm," he said in his normally playful tone and disappeared.
"Food?" She frowned, looking around. Her eyes dropped to the floor, and then stared at the wet spot at the apex of her thighs. Oh. His…food. Tikki buzzed her head to bring her thoughts back. "T-Tikki," she grunted. "Spots on!"
****POV CHANGE****
"If you keep frowning like that, you're going to get permanent creases," Nino joked.
"Huh?" Oh, he hadn't realized he'd zoned out. "Sorry, just—"
"Thinking, yeah, I know, dude." He leaned closer. "You've been thinking a lot lately. Is it a girl?"
He didn't want to lie. "Yes," he admitted, "but before you get the wrong idea, it's not what you think."
"Want to talk about it?" Adrien shook his head, no. "You know I'm here if you change your mind."
"Thanks, Nino." He smiled.
Adrien was utterly screwed. Him and ladybug fought an akumatized singer, Full Octave, last night. She had the ability to shatter glass, and eardrums, with her high notes. Her low keys put people into a sleep like stasis.
The problem with the situation, first of all, was arriving with a hard on. Ladybug was polite, pretending not to notice, but he felt the strain between them. It hadn't really affected their battle, but afterwards, things felt more awkward. She'd muttered an apology, admitting her words had been harsh, and that she just had a lot going on, but he was still a little hurt.
She'd stared at him. Her eyes were intense, presumably awaiting some forgiveness, but he started to smell Marinette. Her arousal was so alluring that he was convinced he could still scent it at the back of his throat. He inhaled loudly, and Ladybug got weirded out, probably from the reappearance of his hard on. She swiftly stammered over a few words, squeaking that she needed to go before disappearing just as fast.
He returned to Mari's to…to what? He wasn't sure. Yes, you are. Okay, he'd returned in hopes of tasting her again, and sharing those sexy moans, but when he peered through her skylight, she was already sleeping. He wasn't so selfish to wake her to satiate his boner.
Two women in his life, and he'd managed to make the situation with both of them…tense. He was utterly screwed. He could avoid seeing Marinette as Chat, but abandoning her seemed cowardly and might hurt her more. He couldn't avoid Ladybug because Paris needed them. Utterly….screwed.
He needed to give his Princess some space. If he was being honest, he needed it as much as she did. They had their night of fun together, and they'd promised it would be just once. He wanted to keep that promise and not make her feel uncomfortable.
His gaze shifted to her chair, but he hadn't seen his bluenette friend all morning. The teacher skipped Marinette's name in the present call, and he thought the girl was out sick. However, the next day, Mari didn't show up, and it happened again. He asked Ayla, her best friend if she knew what was up, but the creative journalist managed to brush him off.
He could go see her as Chat, but he was trying to give them room to breathe. However, by the end of the week, Adrien's concern got the better of him.
"You haven't called Marinette's name all week. Is she sick? When will she be back?"
Ms. Bustier stopped, staring at him. He blushed, but he held his ground. She sighed, looking a little sullen. "I was going to wait until the paperwork was in order and their visits went through, but-" She looked out over the class. "Marinette's family has decided to finish the year with homeschooling."
An uproar of hoarse whispering broke over the class, and Adrien's vibrant orbs shot back to Alya. His stomach was in a freefall, and he almost choked on his own spit. She looked ashamed, pushing her eyes down so they couldn't meet. She knew. Alya knew Marinette wasn't coming back, and she didn't even have the decency to let him know!
"Well, if she needs to hide her face that bad, we should let her," Chloe piped up.
"I swear, blondie, if you say one more word, I'm going to knock out those perfect teeth," Ayla growled, slamming her fists on the desk as she stood.
"Ooo, I'm so scared," Chloe countered easily.
"That's enough!" Ms. Bustier clapped her hands together, the sharp sound startling half the class. That, and the authority in her tone. She was usually soft and affectionate. "There will be no violence, is that understand, Alya!?" Alya looked chastised as she sat down. "Sit down, Chloe," she said a little more softly this time. The mayor's daughter scoffed, but she didn't dare disobey. "We will be respectful of others, and we will respect other's decisions."
Respect her choice? Was she leaving school to get away from him? No, she was fine seeing me last week. That was before all the gossip started to fly about her sexual proclivities. Great. It was still his fault. If he hadn't marked her, she wouldn't be leaving school. He was sure of it. He sighed, letting his head drop.
"Dude, Marinette will probably be back in the fall, after summer vacation," Nino tried. His tone was less than convincing, but Adrien appreciated it all the same.
"Yeah, maybe." Or maybe she was gone for good. He cringed.
****POV CHANGE****
"Marinette," Tikki chided. "I think you're punishing yourself and Chat too severely."
"I'm not punishing Chat!"
"I'm almost sure that's not how he feels about this situation. Not to mention, your friends are worried about you."
The bluenette grimaced, realizing her Kwami was probably right. Two months had gone by since she dropped out of school, and every night since, Chat visited her. He pawed relentlessly at the skylight, talking to her through the glass barrier.
Save for the initial night, she ignored him on his visits. She had told him, didn't she? You're being unfair. She scoffed, burying her fingers into her silken midnight hair. "I told him I wasn't up for visitors," she muttered dejectedly.
"You need someone, anyone."
"I don't know Tikki." It was true that without Chat's company, she just thought of Adrien, which led back to thinking about Chat and their passionate night together. That brought on intense arousal, and then she'd immediately feel guilty for using him. She felt guilty that he was in love with her heroine form, and she used him without even telling him that she was his love. It was manipulative. It was awful.
Of course, the other side of her guilt was about Adrien. She loved him. So, if her devotion was so infinite, why did she always find herself wanting to cum each time she pictured Chat?
She blew out a loud breath, and her Kwami zipped hurriedly into the closet. Mari growled, slapping her hands over her ears. Since he was visiting so often, Tikki had gotten quite good at sensing Chat's incoming presence. She said it had something to do with his Kwami's energy. She didn't fully understand, but Tikki was never wrong.
"Princess," he hollered through the clear barrier. Maybe it's time. I could use a friend. Of course, she saw Chat during battle, but it wasn't the same. She couldn't talk to him about Marinette's problem when she was Ladybug. "I brought you flowers!"
She sat under the skylight, and his goofy grin dominated his face. Her lips twitched, but she forced herself to purse them. She wasn't going to smile. She was depressed. His left ear drooped, and he tilted his head at her. The irises he was holding got tossed dramatically to stage left, and he disappeared.
When he popped back into her field of vision, he held up a large box. "I brought you chocolates!" He used his tail to point at the box he was holding, and her lips twitched again. She looked down, trying to get control of her face. "No? Okay." She looked back up and he was gone. He reappeared, holding a large plush almost as big as him. "I brought you a cute Chat Noir plushie!" He pressed the stuffie's face against the glass, putting his own next to it with a toothy smile. "It's an exact likeness!"
Marinette did giggle then, because the plushie looked nothing like Chat, save for the outfit and the mask. "Chat," she snickered, shaking her head. When the sound escaped her lips, his face softened.
"Can we come in, Princess?" He shook the stuffed Chat's head, wriggling his own eyebrows as he asked.
She set her face into calm lines once more, crossing her arms. She shook her head at him, no, but as both his ears dropped, she stuck her tongue out. His grin returned, he threw the toy to the side with true Chat Noir flourish. He pounced away.
She laughed, wondering, briefly, what he had up his sleeve next. "I brought you a diamond ring!" For a moment, her heart stumbled in her chest, but she noticed it was not a diamond ring.
"That's a ring pop!" She glowered, but she was trembling with contained laughter.
"Sorry, Princess, I'm but a poor boy," he teased. "If your love is true, it won't matter that the diamond isn't real."
"Chat!" She shook her head vigorously, laughing.
He scratched his head, shrugging as he tossed the 'diamond' ring aside. "Never thought you'd be sooooo materialistic."
"I'm not!"
"You give me no choice."
"W-what?"
"You've given me no choice." He slammed a fist against his palm, looking determined. "I have to use my emergency option."
Before she could worry, he was out of view. "Wait!" Seconds spilled into minutes, and she really got worried.
Music blared loudly from the roof, and she jumped. It was ten at night! What was he thinking!? She recognized the song as The Power of Love by Huey Lewis and the News, and she scrambled to get to the skylight.
"So excuse me for forgetting but these things I do!" Chat mewled loudly. She managed to hoist up to the roof, and he was facing the street, still singing like a cat that was dying a horribly wretched death. "You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue!"
"You're singing a completely different song!" She hollered over the blaring music. Her eyes shifted frantically to find the source of the noise before all of Paris woke up.
He spun to face her, and ran, dropping to his knees so he slid up to her, and took her hand. "Anyway, the thing is, what I really mean is…" He kissed her palm and looked up. "Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen!"
"Chat, you're crazy!" But she couldn't stop the crimson staining her cheeks as she pulled free and tackled the boom box from the table he set it up on. She spun the dial all the way down, and the music disappeared.
Before she could turn to scathe him, his arms were around her. "You gave me no choice, Princess."
"Is somebody's cat dying?" A voice hollered from the next building over.
"What dumb teenager is blaring their music at this hour!?" Another angry voice called.
She wriggled free, shoving him towards the open hatch. "Get in there," she whispered angrily.
"As you wish Prin—" He made a startled cat noise as she shoved him into the hole. "Me-owtch!"
She climbed down after him, glowering. "You are certifiable."
He rubbed the lump on his head and jingled the bell at his neck. "You wouldn't see me," he complained, staring at the floor. "I missed you," he said more quietly.
The bluenette was taken aback, her mouth falling open. Sure, they spent one night together, and had interacted on more than one occasion, but he…missed her? "You…you missed me?"
"Oui," he nodded. He cleared his throat and plastered a broad grin on his handsome face. "Puuurrrincess," he purred.
A loud bang came on her door, and she yelped. "Are you okay Mari!?" It was her dad's voice. "What was all that noise?"
"Go," she hissed, and he hesitated. "I promise you can swing by tomorrow." He still didn't move, quirking a brow at her beneath the mask. "Oh, really? Yes, you can come in tomorrow!" She pushed him urgently, and this time he smiled, leaping back up to the roof.
"See you tomorrow," he chuckled, spinning his baton out and disappearing.
She couldn't help but smile, echoing his sentiment. Chat Noir was infectious. It was hard not to feel lighter around him, even when she was depressed. Chat wasn't something she could easily ignore. He made her feel warm, happy…and…ahem. Of course, Adrien made her feel the same way. Ugh, she was screwed.
The smile quickly disappeared though, as she turned to face an obstacle even Ladybug wouldn't want to face. A confused, slightly mad, father.
Author Note: The two songs depicted are, obviously, The Power of Love by Huey Lewis and the News, and Your Song by Elton John, but the version I've been listening to is sung by Ewan McGregor (Moulin Rouge Soundtrack). Hope you're all well and made it through this dumb chapter. Please, if you have time, review, good, bad, doesn't matter. Criticism is an imperative part of an author's toolkit, and it can't be done ALOOOOOOOOONE. ^_^
