They dislodged themselves from each, taking several steps away from the other. Marinette fumbled to where her food rested and hastily grabbed the bag. She stuttered out a farewell to the dazed barista. Then proceed to flee the café gracefully. Her feet ached from how fast she was walking. The cold air caressed her body where his warm hands had been just moments before. The way his lips moved against hers. His hands explored her body, light squeezing as they went down to her hips. The warmth that pooled in her stomach from his attention. The moan she elicited from him caused the musician to tighten his grip on her waist. She stopped in her tracks. Marinette couldn't believe her lack of self-control. She kissed him. A tired-filled mistake, but...

Ahead of her was her college as she broke her thoughtful gaze to lock on to her building. The glass building looked off like it was baring of life. The bright fluorescent lights that indicated that students and faculty roamed the building were dimmed. She knew it was late but not that late. Marinette hastily walked to the front door. Her hand met the cold metal handle. She pulled, it didn't no budge. Her heart dropped, "My stuff." She sighed; only her luck would get her here. Marinette starred at her reflection in the glass. Her lips were red and plump. Her hair falling out of her pigtails. She pulled both bands out of her hair and put them on her wrist, combing her hair into place.

'Maybe, security was still on-campus.'

She pulled her phone out of her back pocket. The designer's phone came to life, showcasing a time of 21:15 o'clock. She Went to her university website and clicked on the campus map. The security office was near the college of Mathematics and Sciences, which would mean a fifteen-minute walk from her own. Would they still even be there when she got there? Should she just call Alya or get a uber?

She leaned on the door frame, slowly sliding to the ground. It was Friday meaning everyone was enjoying the start of the weekend. No one was on-campus. She went back to her home screen and went to her app search bar. As she went to type for a car share, the app bar suggested discord. She clicked it. It displayed kitten's chatroom and their last communication. Instead of dealing with the problem of all her items being locked in the art studio, she messaged Chat.

LadyBug

I messed up…

Chat Noir

If you killed someone I will help you hide the body (◕‿◕)

Ladybug

I have not killed someone!?

Why is that your first thought?

Chat Noir

Im a chaotic mess my lady

Its expected of me

She sighed and got up off the ground. "I might as well get on with it." She said into the gray-blue sky, stretching out her arms. Starting down the path toward the only people that could help her get her belonging. The wind start to blow as she went on her way.

Chat Noir

So whats wrong

…I can kiss it better (= ᆺ =)

Ladybug

Have you ever just acted just on impulse

Chat Noir

every time I eat a chocolate croissant (ﾐዋ ﻌ ዋﾐ)ﾉ

Like i know im wrong and my trainer is going to kill me

but its there and there i am

Ladybug

…

Chat Noir

Sorry force of habit

To be honest on a serious level

This is it

This is me free of thought

My lady whatever it is im here

Im always here

Tall lamps lighted the path. The path itself being gray bricks with trees, benches, and trashcans, lined the path. Marinette grazed at Chat's last message. She felt heat rush to her cheeks. She felt stupid. It was only a kiss. Okay, it was more than just that. It was more like a full-blown-out makeout session. Marinette looked ahead of her; the walk would be exhausting. The wind started to blow aggressively, causing her hair to blow in front of her face. Her thumb slightly struggled to write out her reply to the cat as she hastily walked down the path. She knew he would always be there for her.

Chat Noir

My lady…

I can talk on the phone if you want…

She paused. Erased what she was typing.

Ladybug

k

The screen asked her if she wanted to accept the call. She hastily accepted and was met with black formal ankle boots and a tailored grey pants as well what looked like polished white floor tile. She tilted her phone down to adjust the strands of hair obstructing the path ahead of her.

"Um… Chat. What am I look it?"

"Oh, shit." His audio was odd, like he was using wireless headphones to talk with her. The audio-sounding distant and allowing her to hear other people around him. What she could gather was that Chat was at some kind of event. Her screen switched to his icon, which was a picture of his cat, plagg.

"Didn't mean to video chat."

"Kitten, are you at work?"

"Would you be mad if I said yes." She could hear the smile gracing his face.

"Nooo… but do you really have time to talk to me."

"Bugaboo, I always have time for you. Tell me what's up, how can I help."

"I just feel dumb."

"Well, its good thing your not but my lady you still havent told me what happened. Do i need to kill someone in a video game cause I will?"

"No. I just…just I kissed some one."

"Oh, was it not…pleasant."

"No, it was nice."

He hummed in response. "So, you liked and they liked it right?"

She thought about his words.

Marinette needed to know what his lips felt like on hers. Shaky hands became bolder as she guided him down and sealed her lips onto his. His lips were soft and gingerly played with hers—his hand resting on her full hips. The kiss was slow and languid as they learned about one another. It felt right being right here with him. She pulled away, opening her eyes to his flushed face; he followed after her capturing the bluenette's lips. He wanted this warmth. He wanted her. It felt electric. The feeling of his broad body pressed against her. The bluenette sighed into the kiss, opening her mouth to give him access, and he took it. Their tongues played around one another. The designer's heart was pounding in her ear. Dark chocolate and coffee played on both of their taste buds. She needed this, she wanted him, and their pace became feverish. Marinette's fingers played in his hair and then lightly scratched down, eliciting a moan from him. She was growing damp from their attention. She lightly grinded against the bulge growing in Luka's pants. He gripped her hips in response to her actions. Then he broke away to catch his breath, resting his head on hers—both of them gasping for air.

"Ladybug?"

"Yeah. We did." She whispered into the phone. Her panties were officially soaked.

"So… you both enjoyed it." His voice sounded distant. He continued, "And if you both enjoyed it then was it really a mistake."

"I guess not."

"You are allowed to have fun Ladybug. You are allowed to forgive yourself."

"But I-i…"

"No… They like you and you like them so just give it. Just give it. Just enjoy what it is..."

"But Chat what if it happens again. What if I can't just be in it."

"You have me and you have your friends and your family. But more than that you are not the same person you were in college."

"I just-" She can hear his dissatisfaction with her fighting him on this.

"Bug, your not that person anymore plus you were a kid, he was a kid. We are allowed to make mistake and learned. Did you learn from it?"

"Yes, but-"

"Then this is okay. Just remember just let it be."

She sighed; Marinette knew she was not going to win against him. Not when he was set on something despite how little it happened. He could be quite stubborn.

"Okay. I will try."

"I'm glad. Well, I should probably go before they find me."

"Wait, I thought you said you had time."

"Yeah, cause I'm hiding in the bathroom."

"Chat!" She yelled into the phone and the night sky.

"Welp, I got to go. Chat with you later." He rushed out.

"Chat-."

"Byyyeee." He said until the call closed on her.

Through she was annoyed that Chat might get in trouble because of her. She left light. She would try to move from it and get to know Luka without going too far. The bluenette had about another five minutes in her walk, and now with a clear, she realized that campus police would at the very least answer her call. She pulled open campus police information and made the call. It rang. It rang. It ran–

"Hello, Officer Fred speaking."

"Oh, Hi I'm Marinette. I was working in the studio in Saint-Dominique and I–"

"You looking for your stuff we got it here."

"You do! Thank you so much. I would have been lost for days without my stuff."

"Are you on your way?"

"Oh yes, I will be there in three."

"Okay, see you in three."

"Thank you, again. See you in a bit."

Marinette was over the moon as she finished her way to campus security."

He was happy for her. How could he not be? She deserved to be happy. He wanted her to be happy. He looked himself over in the mirror hanging over the sink, placing his phone in his pocket. He gazed at himself, the formal attire that his team gracefully stuffed him into. A long white double-breasted suit that went to his knees complimented his height. Underneath a black button shirt and a dark green tie that at the moment felt too tight. A white pants that a matte black pocket watch hooked onto his belt and went into his coat's left pocket creating two chains. Ankle boots that had three black leather straps that connected to one another. Hair styled in a side part with his bangs coming down his face and the rest pushed back. The eyeliner still clinging to his waterline. He checked his appearance again to make sure nothing was amidst.

"Yeah. We did." Her voice echoed in his ear.

Adrien's throat went dry. He had never heard her talk like that in the years that they had been online friends. All the early mornings and late nights, never had she sounded so…erotic. He pulled at his tie, that was now felt like it was strangling him. He wanted to crush it under his expensive boots, whatever this feeling was. It felt like something was pulling him down. She was his lady, and he was her cat. That was it, and that was all it would ever be.

He moved to the door handle, letting out a deep breath. He pulled out his pocket watch to check the time it was 21:33 o'clock, meaning he had about seven minutes before his father would give his speech. When he opened that door, he would be Gabriel's son, inheriter of his wealth, his company, and his intellect. Not the lovable cat that played in the moonlight. He grabbed the handle to be met with his manager leaning against the wall beside the door, starring him down in his black-on-black suit. Despite how many events Beau has tagged along on, Adrien thought he looked uncomfortable in formal wear with his semi-long black curly hair that shaped his forever young face. His eyes were a brown color that enhanced his pale skin and frameless glass that sat on his well-defined nose. Like most that work close with models, he could easily be mistaken as one as he had a slim frame. Yet, it was clear that he was not a runway model as he was a few inches short than him.

"So, how's the bug?" Beau moved closer to him; a mixture of cigarette smoke and cologne greeted his sense. It always made him feel better; however, he was not the neet Adrien that spent his time playing video games and reading graphic novels. He was the fashion heir, and no one was to know of the bug or his other-self.

Adrien narrowed his eyes at Beau in response to his question. Then, smoothly, he put his hands in his pockets and turned away from the other man. With a sigh, "I don't know a bug."

"Yes, yes… you just spent the last…" He checked his watch, "thirty minutes chatting with the non-existent gamer girl." Adrien side-eyed him with a slight smile peaking through his mask. "Well, you seem to be in a better mood then when we first got here."

"We are in public, Beau." Adrien turned to the hall, about to head back to his seat. Beau fumbled after him. "Sorry, I will be more mindful but you do to. It will be ove…"

"Is he angry?" Adrien cut him off.

"I told him that Chloe need some help with brand she is working with at the moment. That seemed to appease him."

Adrien nodded his head.

He went into the dining hall; his manager stepped behind him. They were met with the sounds of people mingling. The people instantly noticed him, their gazes either being lustful as they appraised him or calculating, wondering what they could get out of him. Adrien kept his nose up and stride strong as he made his way to his table.

He slowed his pace as he reached his table, gliding into his abandoned chair. His manager circled to the seat next to Natalie. Natalie acknowledged their presence. His father did not. The man continued to direct his gaze to his tablet, seemingly annoyed with whatever he was interacting with. Adrien turned, grabbing the champagne from the table. 'I'm going to need to be drunk for this.' He brought the glass to his lips.

"That will make you bloated." His father grumbled out, eyes locked on his tablet.

Adrien eyed the man. He debated if he should drink it anyway just to piss Gabriel off. But in all honesty, Adrien wanted to have a peaceful night, and if that meant putting up with his father's temperamental personality and not destroying this entire event. Well, that is what he will do. He met his manager's eyes. Beau stated firmly, "I have calculated that a glass of champagne would not harm Adrien's appearance."

Gabriel turned to Beau. They locked eyes in a quiet battle. 'Soon, very soon all of this will be over.' Adrien thought to himself as he put the glass down. Adrien stilled wondered why he was required to go backstage with his father. Beau broke his glare by checking his watch; it showcased the time as 21:37.

"Monsieur Agreste, I believe it would be best if you and Adrien made your way to the stage." He watched as his father's eyes moved a fraction to check the time on his device.

"Yes, I believe you are right." He placed his tablet down and raised it from the table. His silver-gray-toned suit became clear with its dark purple undertones. A dark purple button-up shirt underneath with a colony blue ascot poking out of a vest of the same color as his suit. He buttoned up his suit and began on his way to the stage. The two managers remained at the table as Adrien followed after him. No words were exchanged as the announcer introduced Gabriel to the audience. He watches as his father's slight change into something more pleasant. Gabriel walked out to a grand applause as he waved to the audience. Adrien watched as his father silenced the crowd with his hand and began his speech. The blond tuned out his statement to shareholders, employees, designers, and the few models in attendance. He starred with contentment at their face as they looked at the man on stage with adoration hanging on his every word. His thoughts were broken by his name being called.

"Adrien, the future of this company and us. He will march Gabriel into a new era. My boy," The CEO turned to him, beckoning him to his side. The model made his way towards the man. His palms were clammy as he reached his side. His father put his arm around his shoulders. Despite his growth, his father still towered over him. He looked out into the crowd and felt nausea. It felt like they wanted to eat him alive. This was another new discomfort he had found. He turned to the prompter and started to read the next lines in the speech. Nausea turned into red anger. The fashion designer continued, "Once he is finished his studies he will attend Institut Francias de la Mode where he will learn the necessary skills to be that future. Moreover, he will start taking a more active role next year. Please give your applause to my future and yours, Adrien Agreste."

Gabriel moved them away from the mic and closer to the crowd as they stood and applauded him and his father. His father's grip grew tighter on his shoulder as he smiled down onto his employees like a new king ushering in a prosperous new era. Adrien could feel hot liquid pooled in his throat as the crowd gazed up at them with the promise of more money and capital. He searched the crowd for his manager's shocked and angry expression. The blond model turned to Gabriel, Adrien's model smile plaster in place. He knew that the crowd saw this as a tender moment between the father and son. As he took in Gabriel's face, Adrien grew conflicted. He felt as if the air was being sucked away from him. Every time he thinks his father couldn't get worse, he manages to do something, anything to make it harder on him.

"I thought we discussed this, I am not taking over Gabriel." He said through clenched teeth.

"I don't remember ask you for your thoughts on the matter. This is it."

"I will–"

"You will what? You have no money, no prospects, if you walk away from me, every company you try to work for will turn you away at the door. You are nothing without my name behind it. They know it," he nodded to the applauding crowd. "I know it and deep down inside you know it too. I suggest you stop fight me on this and enjoy your last year at that school that I am paying for."

Gabriel fully turned to address the audience.

"Thank you, we will be taking our leave. Please enjoy food and drinks to your hearts desires." His father steered him off-stage. Beau and Natalie met them backstage. Gabriel removed his hands from Adrien the second the lights were off them. His father walked ahead of him as he reminded, trying to remain calm. The designer turned back towards him.

"We will be meeting in less than a month if you want to express your thoughts you can do it there." He turned to beau. "Please make sure he gets there on time." And with that, Gabriel and Natalie left them standing there.

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