For those who asked to read some bonus coming with this story, I'll publish some explicit rated bonus from now on (as individual stories). I already started with the steamy bonus coming just before this chapter (aka, what happened after Marinette lost her shirt). So if you're not against smut and sexual content, you can read the bonus called "Height's only an issue if you're not creative" before starting to read this chapter (warning: the bonus if very hot and not for readers under 18).

And if you're not into reading that kind of content, let's continue with a safe chapter right now.

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Chapter Four : Second rule - no dates

"Have you seen my panties?" Marinette bent down to look under the couch. She didn't find anything though.

"Did you check in the kitchen?" Adrien questioned as he closed the buttons on the sleeves of his jacket.

"Twice! Argh!" She straightened, stomping her foot against the floor as she moved toward the kitchen counter. "We're going to be late!"

"Isn't that your specialty anyway?" he chuckled, readjusting his collar and trying to stifle his amusement.

The next moment, something made of a soft fabric hit him straight in the face. Marinette started to swear at him like a trucker, muttering through gritted teeth. The sudden blow from the unidentified projectile made him choke on his own saliva, his subdued laughter instantly dying in his throat. The light fabric slowly fell into his hands and he realized that Marinette had finally found her panties; maybe not for long.

Adrien spun the panties around his finger, taking in the bright red color and the smooth lace that made it up before looking up. His eyebrows twitched as he grinned at her, mischief glistening in his green eyes.

"Come on, you wouldn't want to go without your panties on, would you?" he inquired in a playful tone.

"Don't you dare!" Marinette hissed.

"You're the one challenging me now, and "I never back down from a challenge."

He echoed her words from earlier today when they competed for the title of the hottest stuff in the room—without any surprise, Marinette had won hands down.

Speaking of hands, he put the one holding Marinette's panties in his pocket, sticking the red lace inside of it with a perky smirk.

Marinette exhaled through her nose, pointing a reproving finger at him before she peered down at her dress.

The dress she was wearing the day before.

A dress, without any panties underneath. This made him grin even wider.

"Gimme that," she commanded as she reached for Adrien's pocket and tried to fit her hand inside of it.

If only she knew how unimpressed Adrien actually was. He prevented her from doing so, not willing to let her get away with this so easily. His left hand then moved on purpose on top of hers and the other one came to rest on her bare thigh, and he suddenly couldn't resist the tempting invitation. He pulled her body flush against his and the tip of his fingers slowly moved up her leg. As he gently stroked her soft skin, his touch brought goosebumps to creep up Marinette's warm flesh. This wasn't going to help to keep himself in check when he had just finished getting ready.

"You're a fucking dork," Marinette moaned in a faint whimper.

"You are fucking a dork," Adrien whispered in her ear, tongue in cheek. "Careful, the order of the words is important," he said as his hand stilled and groped her behind, giving it a slight squeeze before he moved back. He really needed to cool himself down before they wasted any more time. "Are you ready?" He asked as he grabbed a bottle of wine coming from his own array (he knew Mrs. Cheng liked red wine) before moving toward the front door.

Marinette blinked, looking a bit dazed. Her hands moved to soften the folds of her dress before she grabbed her bag and joined him, wobbling a little on her feet on her way to the door.

"Can I get my panties back?" she asked, hand outstretched in anticipation.

"Mmh." Adrien put a hand on her lower back, gently pushing her outside of his apartment and locking the door behind them. "No."

"Adrien!"

"Fine."

Adrien took the red cloth out of his pocket and lowered himself. He gently grabbed one of Marinette's ankles and she clinged firmly to his shoulders to keep her balance as he put her panties back on where they belonged with deliberate slowness.

Although, he very much liked these off.

"Ready?" Marinette asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Adrien replied as he turned his head to look at her. She looked a bit jittery as she bounced up and down on the balls of her feet.

"Did you just quote Tangled? Seriously?"

"I can't help but joke around when I feel nervous." He shrugged.

"It's a bad idea. We can't do this. Let's—"

Before he could make out the full meaning of her statement, Adrien had rung the doorbell of the Dupain-Cheng's home.

"—not do it."

"You should have said so earlier," Adrien muttered with a sheepish smile.

"I did. But you were too impatient," Marinette hissed through gritted teeth.

"What can I do? I really like to see your parents."

"Well, that's nice to hear. Thank you, Adrien."

Both Marinette and Adrien were startled by Sabine's voice. Marinette's mother had opened the door without them even realizing it, too caught up in their little discord.

Adrien's hand went for the nape of his neck, rubbing it with a small smile.

"Good evening, Mrs. Cheng," said Adrien whilst handing her the bottle of wine. "I've been told that your husband liked red wine," he precised.

"You've been told right, Son!" Behind Marinette's mother, Mr. Dupain's broad silhouette suddenly appeared. Marinette's father reached mid-way, preventing the bottle from landing in his wife's hands. "Oh, wow. If you're trying to make a good impression, you're off to a good start," said Tom as he took in the label from the vintage bottle which Adrien had picked out: La Dame de Montrose 1998. The man's eyes were intently focused on the dark red liquid, growing wide with excitement.

"Tom, honey?"

The latter hummed, still not taking off his eyes from the wonderful present he just received.

"You're preventing the kids from coming in," Sabine pointed out.

"Oh!" He lifted his head, looking at his daughter before his eyes zeroed on Adrien. He graced him with a large smile and finally stepped to the side. "Do you like red wine, Adrien?"

Since this bottle was straight out from his private collection, of course he did.

"I do," Adrien replied as he put his hand flat on Marinette's lower back and gently pushed her inside.

He followed suit behind her, a large palm of hand only helping him to come in faster as it slapped in-between his shoulder blades.

"What are you waiting for then? Let's have a taste." A second push made him stumble on his feet, almost tipping forward.

Geez! This man had the strength of a bear! No wonder taking Weredad down had been so hard in the past. Did Hawk Moth even bother to give him additional strength that very day?

Alright, it had gone wrong for Chat Noir... There was no point for it to turn out that wrong for Adrien. The last thing he wanted to see happen was a Weredad 2.0. Hopefully, the wine would do the work and bind the two men closer.

To say that wine had brought them closer was an understatement. They were as thick as thieves. They were also as drunk as skunks.

The bottle Adrien had come with wasn't the only one that had been emptied during the dinner, and now that they were getting to dessert, the mood was more one of banter and teasing between the two men. Not to the utmost pleasure of the ladies in the room; it went without saying.

"You know, Son, Marinette is so stubborn that if I had a dime for every time she did whatever the hell she wanted, I'd be on a yacht sailing off the Caribbean right now."

"Papa!" Marinette scowled, pounding both her hands flat on the table. "I'm not that stubborn! You're overdoing it," she objected.

"There, Mr. Dupain, take a dime," Adrien chuckled as he quickly stuck his hand in his pocket. He fumbled a little before picking out a coin and sending it rolling over the table, straight to Marinette's father. "I could have offered the yacht with what was left of my terrorist of a father money, but I bought a moto instead."

"Alright, first, you call me Tom. Second, do you think I could ride it?"

"Yes, of co—"

"No!" Marinette shouted. "Not in such a state!" She scolded both of them, looking at her father with a glare before shooting daggers at Adrien.

"Ah, come on… You're not fun. We're doing wine. Besides, I haven't got any money left in my pocket so you can't keep being stubborn." said Adrien. He nudged her shoulder with a playful smile before wrapping an arm around her and scooting closer. "Also… Are you going to eat your pumpkin pie or are you too fuel for that?" For the record, he had his fork dipped in before she could answer.

"Oh, oh! You like puns?" Mr. Dupain suddenly started to bounce on his seat, like a wine lover receiving a very good and rare bottle—ah, he just had. Scratch that.

"Ofsh courshe I like punsh!" Adrien bursted out with a mouthful of pie. He paused a second, swallowing before adding, "I'm spot on with these!" He grinned.

"Ladybug fan, huh?" Tom suddenly frowned with suspicion. "The last Ladybug fan who sat at my table almost ended up reduced into cat food."

"Papa!" Marinette's face took a shade close to the wine Adrien and Tom had drunk.

Adrien gulped. What had he told himself again? Ah yes... No Weredad 2.0 tonight.

"Actually, I'm more of a… Chat Noir fan?"

Tom glared at him, balling his hands into fists on the table.

Okay, Adrien might have stuck his foot in there… He swallowed to soothe his dry throat; to no avail. He took his glass of wine, taking a sip which ended up being a one shot.

"But Ladybug is great too. Both heroes are great. I just have a huge respect for what they have done for Paris." He tried to save his skin the better he could. "Excuse me, I need the bathroom."

Wobbling his way out of the table, Adrien fled toward the back of the apartment. He really hoped the short break would give him the time to collect his thoughts back together. What he hadn't expected though was for his kwami to show up and pull up his socks.

See you on next Friday for more!

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