(Getting a little more juicy as the chapters go on, especially from Luka's POV, also just a little note that I am at the end of my studies so I will try to upload as much as I can, I appreciate any comments and feedback cos I wanna know how people are liking it so far)

chapter 7

i woke up to the sunrise peaking through sheer curtains, and marinettes arm reaching across me to her phone. i meet her surprised eyes.

"goodmorning." she gives me a little smile. "need some help?" i pick up her phone and hand it to her.

"sorry if i woke you up." she lays back down and i wrap my arm around her, breathing in the mixed smell of her hair and her skin and before i know it i'm asleep again.

i hear voices coming from another room and open my eyes suddenly, marinette wasn't in bed anymore so i get up and open the door to be met with alyas eyesight as she's saying goodbye to marinette.

"bye luka." she smirks as marinette spins and faces me and facepalms.

we head back to bed and she quickly falls asleep in my arms, she twitches a little bit before muttering under her breath. her breathing gets harsh and fast. i let go of her and she almost immediately slows her breathing. i understand that it was most likely a trauma response, she probably hasn't slept in a bed with a man since him.

i tuck her blanket in and give her a kiss on her head before i head to the bathroom to shower.

the water pressure in the shower was terrible, she must never have a satisfying shower. maybe she can come over and have one in mine.

the thought of her being naked makes my heart beat faster and i feel blood pumping through my dick. my head is filled with images from last night, her dancing on me, her body on top of mine, her body squirming from my doing.

i grab onto my dick, stroking it back and forth as my head fills with more memories.

"marinette.." i pump faster and place my other hand on the glass of the shower. i imagine marinette looking up at me, being the one doing this to me. i can't hold it back anymore and groan at the release.

i finish washing myself off and turn the shower off. god i hope she couldn't hear me.

when i entered her room i wasn't expecting her to be sitting up straight on her bed, that sadness takes up her face again.

"are you ok." i ask wanting to see if she'll lie to me. "you look like you've seen a ghost."

"i have."

a few days had passed since i left marinette's, i feel so dumb for not calling but i really didn't want to seem attached, and she did say she needed space after finding out her ex's dad had woken up from a coma.

i couldn't get her off my mind though, literally every second i'd find myself picturing her dancing or her laughing, or i'll simply smell her perfume on my clothes and nearly fall over.

my phone starts ringing on my hotel rooms beside table, a part of me thought it would be her and i was almost disappointed when i see its my dad.

"what's up pops?" i answer.

"just gonna ask if you were busy son, or are you with a certain little lady?" her face enters my mind again and my heart aches.

"unfortunately not, just hanging out in the hotel, got a lot of stuff on my mind."

"why don't you channel some of that into your music, ain't no therapy like a guitar in your lap."

"that actually sounds like a pretty good idea." i start putting on my bike gear. "i'll see you in ten." i hang up and grab my helmet and keys and head out.

on my drive over i pass a small diner, the place looked almost empty but smelt pretty amazing for a diner, might be a good place to take marinette once she wants to hang out again.

dad greets me with a hug before showing me around the studio. he immediately wants to work on something together but i stop him before he goes further.

"hey dad, do you think i could work on something of my own? i've just got a lot on my mind that needs to be music." i pat his shoulder and he smiles.

"no worries mate, i gotta take a nap anyway so i'm gonna just take residence on this here couch, you go head in there and do whatever you like." he flops onto the couch and almost instantly starts snoring.

i pick up an acoustic guitar and sit with my back facing the window so i can feel more alone, to channel my thoughts and how i'm feeling through my music.

i begin playing a slow tune and start humming a melody along with it, adding words here and there.

"hmmm…. she smiles while i… hmm hm hmm.. i could die for you.. hmm this life i choose.."

i write down a couple of lines in my notebook to remember for later and keep going with the guitar.

"hmm hmmm hm hmm.. the sights these eyes have seen… hmm hmm turn it into motion.. beauty that i can't abuse.. hmmm hmm hmm hm hmmm.."

i write down more lyrics and notes and begin to pack up "alright i think that's enough for toda-" it's her.

her gorgeous eyes peered through the glass at me, almost like i summoned her here.

"oh hey marinette." i feel my face burning up, and try to hide it by packing up and entering the other room. i notice the diner bag on the coffee table and feel my stomach twist from hunger.

"just what i needed," i pick up the very light bag. "thanks marin-" the bag is empty and i look to my guilt ridden dad. "did you seriously eat everything?"

"jagged!" her voice, even when mad was so angelic. "there was enough for two people in there!" the way her nose scrunches up when she's pretending to be really angry made my stomach twist again but this time it wasn't hunger. it was ravenous. for her.

dad just shrugs, unable to answer with a mouth full of my food.

"enough for two?" hearing my comment she turns to face me again, the pink returning to her cheeks. "how did you know i was going to be here?" i give her a little playful nudge. "you're not a stalker are you?" the way i make her nervous makes my chest feel hot, watching her struggle over her words was almost a turn on. she stumbles over a few more words but finally tells me how dad usually comes by her diner but didn't show up so she was going to eat with him"

so that diner i passed must be where she works, thats a shame for her she could do so much better.

"that means i can take you out to dinner while my old man packs up." i toss dad a cheeky grin and pick up my bike gear as i usher marinette out of the room with me.

we walk in silence. i just want her to say something, i want to hear her voice, i want to hold her hand. maybe i should say something so she'll answer it. fuck it i'll make the first move.

"so"

"um"

her voice, she spoke. "you go first." i insist.

"oh i was just going to say, that last song you were working on sounded beautiful."

my stomach twisted again, this time softly, like butterflies.

"oh you heard that hey?" i feel myself getting hot again and rub the back of my neck to calm myself. i go on about how i started it today and that finding the right lyrics was always so hard for me. "i've always spoken better through my guitar."

"for someone who struggles with lyrics, that was extremely poetic." she giggles, which makes me smile. her laugh was like music. "maybe your dad could help." i cringe at her suggestion, thinking about working with dads noise he calls "music"

"yeah maybe," we reach the from door and i push it open for her. "maybe i just need the right inspiration." i speak in a lower tone as she passes through the door remaining eye contact.

"maybe." her perfect face blushes at my words, i love how i have that affect on her.

we walk into the parking lot.

"so what were you gonna say earlier?" she looks around the lot as she speaks.

"oh, i was just gonna ask where a good place to eat is," i show her where my bike is parked. "we can go right now?"

she gets flustered again and looks a little intimidated by my mode of transportation.

"oh um, i'd actually really like to change my clothes, i've been working all day you know, so i'm kind of gross."

i didn't even think about that, she must hate it at that diner. her face shows it as she picks at her clothes and frowns. "oh and my scooters here!" she points near my bike and next to it is a small little vespa scooter.

"oh ok!" i try not to sound too disappointed that i won't get to give her a ride until i come up with another great idea. "well i remember where you live so i can pick you up in like an hour?" i feel my palms getting sweaty. "if thats cool with you?" it's been a while since i've had to ask a girl out on an actual date.

"ok! see you in an hour then!" we reached our rides and put our helmets on.

"in an hour." i say as she smiles and takes off down the street.