Author Note: So, I've written seven chapters in the last four days. I think this is it for awhile (meaning until next weekend) so people can appreciate and absorb. I will continue working on this, but I have to work this evening. I hope you all are enjoying my crazy writing. ^_^ Plus, someone suggested I not post so fast so people have time to review or…'pine' for more. Perhaps, that's a thing? :S

Secondly, personal shout out to ChubbyUnicornMama and Jinxiousdelice for your loyal, appreciated, and continued support. It brings me more joy than I can put into words (despite my expansive vocabulary) that I have not one, but two whole devoted fans. Thank you, as well, to lovergirl337! I'm ecstatic you love it, thus far, hopefully this chapter doesn't disappoint.

Chapter Seven: It's All Fun and Games Until…

His body slid sensually against hers with each thrust, the sweat coating their skin making the motion fluid. She loved the sensations he was instilling in her writhing body, and her nails scraped appreciatively down his back.

His face pressed against her cheek, his panting exhilarating her more. "A-apparently," he moaned, his left hand skimming her ribs to cup her breast, "I'm not the only one with claws," he growled playfully, flicking his thumb over her sensitive nipple.

She forced out an abrupt laugh, but it tapered into a whimpering moan. She wasn't trying to cut him, but the pleasure incited her to cling to him as desperately as possible. "It f-feels so g-good," she keened, biting on her lower lip.

"I know the feeling," he whispered heavily against her ear. "I c-can't hold back much longer, Mari..?"

Her brain struggled to understand what his question was. She swam through the thick recesses of pleasure induced taffy encompassing her brain, and tried to think. His breathing was quickening, and his growls grew louder, he was going to…

"Not inside me!" Her voice was somewhat panicked. The last thing she needed was a scandalous pregnancy. That was what he was questioning.

He snickered. "As you wish, Princess." He pulled her up with one arm ensnared around her shoulders, and the bluenette clung to him as he thrust a little more desperately.

"Chat! Oh, God, Chat," the next explosion had ivory spots dancing behind her eyelids and she vaguely felt him swiftly withdraw. Hot sticky fluid spilled over her stomach, and she groaned, latching to his body like he was the only thing that mattered.

Their bodies quaked together, and he pulled her onto his lap as he sat backwards. "I w-wish I could see you," she murmured, exhausted despite not having done…any of the work, really.

He kissed her and rubbed his cheek against hers. "You know you can't," he replied sadly. "It could potentially put us both in danger." He tightened his grip around her. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt."

"I know," she cooed, and he guided her head to his shoulder. "Was just saying."

"I know." He sighed, rocking her slowly until she couldn't keep the sleep at bay any longer.

***POV CHANGE***

Adrien grimaced, staring at the clock on his phone. "She's going to be late."

"What else is new?" Alya giggled, sitting on the desk between him and Nino. "She'll get here, I mean, she just came back. She wouldn't leave after one day…" A worried look overtook the skilled reporter.

"I'm sure she was just exhausted after her first day back. A lot of excitement," Adrien tried to comfort her, but his cheeks felt hot.

Alya smirked, glancing at him. "She looked amazing, didn't she?"

Nino snickered from her other side. "I'll bet," he commented. Alya turned and gave him a shot to the shoulder. "What!?" He laughed as she looked irritated. "You know you're my one and only," he tried, tugging her closer. The girl resisted at first, but finally gave in. When they kissed, Adrien looked the other way.

"So, Adrien," Lila's voice brought his eyes up and they widened. She was wearing a skirt that barely covered her unmentionables, six inch heels, and a deep scoop blouse. She looked great, but his shock came from pure surprise more than anything. Apparently, she took it for genuine appreciation.

"Since you're single, and I'm single, how about we go on a date?"

"Adrikins is spoken for," Chloe objected.

Something dark passed over Lila's face before it disappeared just as quickly. "I think Adrien can speak for himself, Chloe." Her voice was sweet, but he could see the strain in her jaw.

"I uh—I"

"Marinette!" Alya's voice made him jump, and he turned to see her waving her friend over.

She looked embarrassed, her rosy cheeks glowing, but she had the biggest smile on her face. Seeing her that happy made a grin break across his face. Lila scoffed, crossing her arms. "Somebody sure is happy."

"I am," Marinette replied coolly, giving Alya a hug.

"Girl, did you—um hurt your leg or something?" Alya's question brought everyone's attention to the bluenettes exposed legs, her pink shorts covering down to mid-thigh. Adrien panicked, trying to recall if he'd injured or marked her there, but he hadn't, so why—?

"N-no, why?"

"You're uh, limping, or…something."

Silence. Lila broke it with a giggle, and Adrien peeked at her just in time to watch the darkness in her smile disappear to be replaced with her practiced persona of kindness. "Oh, is it because of the guy I saw you with the last night?'

Several people exclaimed, but Alya was the loudest. "You went on a date and didn't tell me?"

"I d-didn't!" Her embarrassment grew, and her entire face was scarlet.

"Oh, my, GOD!" Alya leaned in close, but Adrien could still hear her. "Did you get your V card punched?"

Adrien's mouth fell open. "N-no!" She squeaked.

"No need to lie," Lila quipped, laughing. "I'm sure you weren't taking him into your house so late to play checkers." She tapped a finger against her perfectly painted crimson lips. "Or," she grinned brightly. "Maybe he was there to sample your…macarons."

"What? No!"

Everyone laughed, and Adrien felt a growl trickle from his lips. Ayla, Lila, and Marinette looked at him in surprise. He hadn't realized he'd done it. He gave his head a sharp shake. "Leave her alone."

"It-it's okay, Adrien," Marinette interjected. "Thanks, but L-Lila and…" She gestured to the whole room. "Can think whatever they want, I don't care."

His jaw unclenched, and his eyes softened as he stared after her, climbing up to her seat. God, she was beautiful.

"So, Adrien," Lila grunted. "A date?"

"I'm too busy to date," he muttered, not really paying attention.

"Oh, c'mon." Her tone dropped to a sensual lull. "I'll make it an experience you'll never forget."

He still couldn't take his eyes off Marinette as she stared at her desk. He might have been imagining it, but he thought he saw her eyes flicking to him intermittently. He wished he could love her. If only he'd met her before Ladybug, it would be a completely different story, but he did care for her, very deeply. She was a good friend.

He felt a hand on his thigh, and he shot up abruptly, knocking his chair over. Lila looked surprised, holding her hands up as if to show she wasn't wielding a weapon. "I-I'm going to sit in the back t-today," he stammered, snatching his bag. He tossed a look over at Nino and Ayla. "I'm going to sit with Mari, I'm sure she could use the support," he reasoned. They nodded, giving a thumbs up. He presumed Ayla would sit with Nino to swap places.

Lila growled behind him, but she didn't say anything else as he took his seat beside Mari. "Alya is going to sit with Nino, today, is that alright?"

"No!" She yelled, and he was taken aback.

"Uh?"

"I mean, I don't want you," she stammered. "That is, I mean who am I to say no if that's what you want?" She laughed nervously, and he smiled softly.

"Thanks, Marinette." He shifted in his seat, turning his body enough to conceal his sudden arousal. Just being near her turned him on, and he didn't want to give her the wrong idea. Getting through class was going to be surprisingly difficult.

***POV CHANGE***

"Rock on!" Carapace pumped his fist, saluting Ladybug and Chat Noir before he turned to Rena to offer a wide smile.

"Pound it," the original duo said, pressing their fists together. Her hero dynamic with Chat felt like it was settling back into a normal relationship. Her cruel outburst seemed all but forgotten.

"Next time, m'lady, try not to worry us so much," Chat grinned. "Only one of us has nine lives."

Rena crossed her arms, nodding. "Puns aside," she grunted, rolling her eyes. "The cat is right. Those were some crazy stunts you pulled."

"Fur real," Chat teased, pulling groans from the entire group of heroes.

Ladybug smiled, staring off into the distance. She started humming under her breath. "I know that song," Rena laughed.

"What!?" Chat balked. "The one she's humming?" His eyes looked bright with hope. "I've been trying to figure it out for weeks!"

Ladybug froze in place, realizing he might be able to identify her if he knew the song she was humming. Carapace snorted. "Yeah, dude, it's The Pow—"

"We need to go!" Her voice was shrill, and she shoved their partners away.

"It's just a song," Carapace complained. His bracelet beeped loudly.

Chat looked confused, but his ring was on its last leg. "Perhaps, another time m'lady," he grinned, bowing extravagantly before his baton vaulted him into the distance.

Ladybug turned to face the duo. "He cannot know what song I'm humming."

"Why?" Rena quirked a brow.

She sighed. How honest could she be? "He might be able to recognize my civilian form if he did." They gawked. "It's a long story, which I will tell…some other time. We need to get out of here, and I need to give your Miraculous back." They nodded, and she felt the relief wash over her.

***POV CHANGE***

It was getting late, and Chat was nowhere in sight. Had she expected him to return two nights in a row? Heat filled her face, and she shifted anxiously on her bed. Tikki was already asleep beside her, and she tried not to disturb the exhausted Kwami.

Maybe he was doing a hit it and quit it type thing? After all, they did say it was going to be one time. Yeah, we said that last time too. "Shut up," she grumbled.

He hadn't been there when she woke up, but his note indicated he had to be home before his father realized he was missing. It was perfectly acceptable, as excuses go, but was that what it was? An excuse to let himself out and not have to deal with the awkward morning after?

She rolled again, growling in frustration. It was almost midnight, and sleep eluded her grasp. It didn't help that her body was one big bundle of aching nerve endings. She looked at the empty wall, where her posters of Adrien used to hang. When Chat started visiting on a regular basis, she had removed them so he wouldn't notice.

Thoughts of Adrien just made her hotter, and she hated herself for it. She blew out a loud sigh, scooping the crimson ancient gently into her hands. "M-Marinette," she squeaked sleepily.

"It's fine, Tikki, I just need to set you in the closet…" The Kwami nodded, yawning. She didn't even question why.

When she returned to the bed, a small sliver of guilt gnawed at her, but she shut the door on it quickly. She was a growing woman. She would be sixteen in less than ten days. She couldn't help her hormones running amok. It was perfectly normal to want release…right?

She peeled off her shirt slowly, tossing it onto the floor, and the bluenette's fingers delved into the hem of her pajama shorts, seeking refuge within her pink cotton panties. Her free hand groped her breast, fingertips teasing lightly over her nipple. She circled her clit slowly, and her body quivered as she bit her lip. Another circle, and she sighed, her eyes fluttering closed.

She could picture Chat's hot mouth on her core, or his hard throbbing arousal inside of her, but her mind was racing. Flashes of him in positions they hadn't even tried yet dominated her mind. Plus, his feral growl echoed on a loop, along with him moaning her name into her ear.

"Mmm, Chat," she whimpered, her back curving as the pressure grew. "Please," she begged the empty room. Her eyes slid open as she licked her lips, and she had to swallow the scream of surprise when she saw a pair of glimmering cat eyes in the skylight.

"Don't stop on my account," he said hoarsely from the other side of the glass.

She grabbed a pillow and covered her chest as she sat up, though the motion seemed dumb since he'd already seen her naked. "W-what are you doing here?"

"Enjoying the beautiful view," he countered, pawing at the glass. "Unlock the door and I could help you with that." She glowered, and he pouted. "You're killing me." He blushed, glancing at her breasts as if he could see them through the pillow. "Let me worship you, my Princess," he said, his tone shifting to that lustful darkness that made unseen parts of her quiver with need.

She moaned without meaning to, and his grin was full of sensual promises. She hated how he could affect her that way, yet she couldn't do it to him with just a single look. Of course, when he smelled her he could barely help himself, but words, looks? She sucked at being sexy. Chat oozed flirtatious and sexual charisma that made girls wet and weak at the knees without a single touch. It was almost…depressing that she couldn't do the same.

She licked her lips, her eyes sliding over his chest up to his face. Maybe she could tease him, since he was already worked up. A devious grin graced her soft face, and she saw his brows shoot up under the mask. Surprise? That was a good start.

"I'm not up for company, tonight," she lied, giving him a sly look as she tossed the pillow confidently to the floor. Inside, she was a nervous wreck.

"M-Marinette?" His voice was needy, but it also sounded far less confident than his normal boisterous tone. Good.

She dropped backwards lazily, her ample breasts bouncing with the movement, and he flattened against the glass, mewling. "Good, kitty," she teased, returning her hand into her panties, but she turned her face away, unable to keep her confidence if she watched him…watching her.

"Y-you wouldn't…" His voice squeaked a little, and she smiled at the far wall. She circled her clit, and she gasped more loudly than she would have if she were alone. Another stroke and her body trembled, a soft cry in the form of his name escaping. "Marinette," he growled, the sound feral, dominating….aggressive. It almost sounded like a warning, but she knew he was just lost in the throes of his animal side.

She forced herself to look up at him, and his eyes were narrowed, his teeth showing as he pawed at the glass. "Oh, but kitty, I'm so wet, and I need release." The words trickled out with a sensual undertone, and she would have been proud if her heart wasn't hammering so hard at the look on his face.

He couldn't drop his transformation to watch her, so he wouldn't be able to satiate his own apparent arousal and view her fingering herself. She smirked, watching him paw at his hardness through his suit. It wouldn't be as good with the armor on, she was sure, but at least she wasn't leaving him completely unsatisfied. That would be….cruel.

"Chat," she cried out softly, quickening her pace on her sensitive nub, and he panted hard enough for her to see the fog of his breath on the glass.

"Mari," he snarled, his voice thick as she heard his pleasure building to mirror her own. Just the sound of him saying her name pushed her over the edge, and her body writhed, her free hand clutching instinctively at the comforter as she rode the waves of ecstasy. Her eyes squeezed shut as the onyx spots burst across her vision, and she panted, trying to come down.

"Oh, Princess," he chuckled darkly, bringing her attention back to him. "If I'd known you wanted to play games, I would have prepared better." He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. "Just remember," he grinned his normal toothy grin. "What do they say about payback?" He wriggled his eyebrows and winked, chuckling as her mouth fell open. Chat kissed the glass gently, spinning his baton from his sheath. "Get some rest." Then, he disappeared.

A bitch. Payback is a bitch. She swallowed hard, exhausted, and lay in a small pool of her own sweat, unable to even retrieve her shirt. Oh, man, did she just start a sexually charged war with Chat? She grimaced. She hoped not, because she had a feeling…she was going to lose…and be at his mercy.

The thought, albeit terrorizing, also filled her with a sense of excitement. She smiled, closing her eyes. Sleep didn't seem too difficult, now.