Hi everyone! I'm so happy to present you my new story! I've been working on it for a while now and I couldn't wait longer to show you the first chapter!

I rewrote it like five times (I'm serious, five times) since the last three months and I finally wrote a version that I really like.

Before anything else, let me clarify some points:

— Marinette is 17. Adrien, Alya and Nino are 18. They're in senior year.

— I didn't watch the second half of the season 3 of Miraculous, so a few inconsistencies are possible:

⇨ Marinette will be the gardian and I'll try to watch the end of the season to know what I'm talking about.

⇨ Marinette remembers Cat Blanc: she remembers the fact that knowing their identities is super dangerous BUT she doesn't remember that Adrien is Cat Noir, of course. I'm not sure it's been clarified in Miraculous.

⇨ For now, I'm not envisaging to include Luka and Kagami at this story.

⇨ I'm not sure if I'm gonna include the New-York episode (at what happened before the story takes place) so I'll let you know.

— Adrien is famous. Like really. Like I'm-the-son-of-the-most-well-known-stylist-of-the-world famous.

— I'll try to add a playlist with every chapter because I love listening to music and there are way too much musics which make me think of them.

— If I think about something else, I'll add it here, so if you have a question about the plot, the answer would probably be here!

And, last thing, I want to thank Khanofallorcs who helps me a lot with this story! I'm French so it's not always easy to translate everything but I love to do it! So, obviously, if you saw any translation error, let me know!

I wish you a very good reading!

Heart to Heart — James Blunt

Marinette sits up straight, causing her abs to contract. Her face dripping with sweat, short-winded, she has her eyes buried into Adrien's.

"Are you sure you want to keep going?" he asks her.

Despite the effort, a smile straightens her lips. "Do you?" she answers, raising an eyebrow. She lays down again, takes a deep breath and sits up again. Her stomach hurts, her pulse beats against her temples, but she carries on. When she is on her back again, Adrien deepens the hold of his hands on her legs and looks deeply into her eyes.

"Mari, I really don't want to stop this. Whatever this is. But you have to be aware of all that that implies."

His smile changes into a more serious expression when she sits up again. "I'm already aware."

He crinkles his eyes and seems anything but convinced. Marinette sighs and pulls herself out of his hold, reversing their positions. Adrien finds himself on his back. "I'm a big girl, you know."

"I know," he sighs, straightening his chest up. "I didn't want to insinuate that you couldn't make your own decisions, it's just that... people are... They're mean, Mari. They can even be cruel, sometimes."

Marinette keeps looking at a drop of sweat which is shaping at his hairline. "And why would people know about us?" she asks with a distant voice.

Adrien sits up again, and Marinette watches the drop run along his forehead, trickle along his nose until it disappears. Noticing that he is still in the same position, she eventually looks up and feels a shiver cross along her spine at seeing his smile.

"What do you propose?"

His voice is hoarse, his face too close to hers. "To keep our heads down?"

"Keep our heads down," he repeats with an amused tone.

Marinette feels a smile tickle her lips. "We should define rules," she whispers, rubbing her nose against his. Her hands leave his knees and settle on his sides that she can feel shaking under his shirt, because of his position.

"We should, yeah," he answers, putting one of his hands against Marinette's waist.

"Hmm..." she whispers, brushing his lips with hers.

When Adrien firms up his grip on her skin, Marinette moves away, and he falls over the mat. "First rule," she says, standing up, "no physical distraction while we talk about... this ." She raches for her bag and takes a pen and a notebook.

"Second rule," he says, still lying on the mat, "define this ."

Marinette sits next to him, her right hand holding her pen. "Define this..." she repeats, writing it. She looks up from her notebook and begins to nervously chew on her pen under the amused eye of Adrien. "Is that really necessary?"

"How do you want to set rules for something that you can't even define?" he answers.

"And do you have a definition?"

He turns his head, the eyes staring at the ceiling. "I do," he contents himself with this answer.

Marinette closes her teeth on her pen and sighs. "We have a relationship that's a little bit... spicy?" Adrien chuckles, shaking his head. "A friendship a little bit advanced? A mutual attraction? A physical connection?"

"A physical connection?" he repeats, laughing.

"Well, what's your definition?" she mumbles.

He stands up and sits on an exercise bench close to Marinette. "Sex friends."

She doesn't know why, but a shiver runs along her entire body at hearing those words. "What?"

"Friends with benefits? That tells you nothing? There are like a billion movies like that on Netflix."

"I knew that, you kept going on my account!" she exclaims by pointing him with her finger.

"Do you really want to talk about this now?"

Marinette sighs and taps on her notebook with her pen. About ten seconds later, she looks up to him again. "It's just that... Don't call us like that," she whispers.

"Why?" he asks, interested.

She sighs again and lets herself fall on the mat, her hands on her stomach. All of a sudden, she feels a pressure on her wrists and finds herself sitting in front of Adrien.

"Why?" he repeats with a tender voice.

Marinette feels her heart speed up inside her chest, her skin warm up, her cheeks color. "Because it always ends badly," she murmurs in a little voice, looking down. "It's always the same thing. They tell themselves it wouldn't affect their friendship, blah blah, that they'll always be friends, blah blah, and that..."

"That it will never never go any further."

She timidly looks up. "Blah blah," she adds.

Adrien smiles. "How do you want to define us, then?"

I Will Be There — Odessa

Marinette takes the time to think about what he is asking her. Untangling what she knows from what she ignores, what she wants to say from what she wants to keep secret and what she desires from what she wants to avoid is no easy task. "I want us to be always honest with each other."

Adrien takes the notebook and the pen from her hands, making sure to brush her skin and starts to write.

"That we won't put boundaries by saying that it will never go any further or that it will never affect our friendship, because we don't know that. I want you to promise me to not keep it to yourself if you're not okay, if you feel like we are going too far, or if you want to stop, or even if you want to…"

"Go further?" he guesses, looking up. Marinette nods. "I promise. Do you?"

"I promise," she says, smiling at him. His gaze falls on the words he is writing and Marinette can't take her eyes off his face. "Do you promise to tell me if there's someone else?"

"Mari..." he whispers by keeping writing.

"Seriously, if there's someone else, or if there's something going on with her ."

When he looks at her, he seems slightly worried, a little surprised, and if Marinette focuses, she can even detect a splinter of sadness in his eyes. "And if there's something going on with him , you'll tell me?"

She nods, almost sure of showing the same emotions. "Well, third rule?" she declares with the voice the most relaxed she can. His eyes crinkled, Adrien seems to not know what she is talking about. Marinette pulls the notebook out of his hands. "Things to do and to definitely not do in public," she recites at the rhythm of her writing.

"I see," he answers, a smile in his voice. Marinette taps the tip of her pen on her lips.

"Can I do this?" A hand on her thigh, the other on her butt.

Her mouth which half-opens and the pen which collides with her teeth. "Adrien! Did you already forget the first rule?"

He raises his hands above his head, but his eyes undress her faster than his fingers could ever have.

Marinette grabs the notebook and the pen on the mat and starts to write again. "First thing to definitely not do: looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

Marinette sighs by looking up at him and Adrien's smile just grows bigger. "Like we did things..."

His laugh bursts and sounds at her ears like the nicest melody. It is a communicative laugh, the kind of laugh which is funnier than the joke itself. "Marinette..." he whispers, shaking his head.

The way he is looking at her makes her shiver. It is not so much the desire that she is perceiving in his eyes, but rather the affection and the poignant sincerity of this feeling. Unsettled, Marinette clears her throat, nervously rewriting the words already written. A sigh of relief relaxes her contracted shoulders when Adrien eventually stops looking at her.

"It's pretty simple," he says, putting his chin on Marinette's knee. "We can do anything except jump on each other."

Marinette clicks her tongue several times against her palate. "No, no, it's way more complicated than that."

"It is?"

A sigh later and she plunges her eyes into his. "Yes, no kissing and no touching each other in public would be a good start," she confirms. "But it's not just that. We can't be too close, but not too apart either, or everybody will find this weird. We have to control our gazes but not avoid looking at each other either. And if someone asks us a question, it's important to not let our awkwardness appear, otherwise..."

"Speak for yourself," he replies, smiling.

Marinette would like to deny it, but he is right. And that is exactly what is annoying her.

"Like you were never uncomfortable!" He shrugs his shoulders, chin still on her knee.

"Less than you."

She rolls her eyes before concentrating on her notebook again.

"Plus, is it really necessary to control ourselves this much? People don't notice these things."

Marinette chuckles, shaking her head.

"What?"

" You don't notice these things," she corrects.

"What is that supposed to mean?" he asks, standing up straight.

"Nothing," she whispers by affectionately caressing his hair. "Nothing at all." She looks up at him again when his hand begins to go down along her thigh.

"Marinette… Are you really sure you know what you're getting into?" She opens her mouth, but he puts his finger against her lips. "I'm not talking about our relationship, but how it could affect you." Marinette's eyebrows frowned. "Everybody knows me. I'm not saying this to praise myself, because I would really like it if it weren't like that, but it is. You know how complicated it was to not get caught this summer, and you know how much people love this kind of story. And, according to you, these same people will spend the year observing us."

He looks down for a second, licks his lips and looks up again, a sparkle of worry in his eyes. "And if we are not careful enough? Or if somebody saw us this summer? Or if somebody tells it to somebody who tells it to somebody else? You have a far better knowledge of rumors than I do, given that I've gone to school for only a few years, but... I don't need much experience to know what will happen if somebody finds out."

Marinette opens her mouth again, but the pressure of his finger deepens. "I don't want to tell you what to do, I really don't. It's just that... take a few seconds to imagine what people could say if they know what we are doing, Mari. I would get over it. I would be treated to some remarks, some smiles, some teasings, at most. My future would not suffer from it. But you..."

He brings his face closer to hers. "I'm learning a little more every day about this world, about what I have been kept from all these years, but I have learned how cruel society can be. And especially to women. You will be judged because you have a sex life, judged because you have a particular sex life and judged because you have all this with me. People will tell you that you take advantage of my celebrity status, that you..."

His voice breaks and he looks down again. Marinette puts her hand on his wrist and kisses his finger tenderly, still set on her lips. She intertwines her fingers with his and uses her other hand to slightly raise his face toward her. He seems so worried, so guilty by his hypothesis that Marinette feels her throat tighten. "You're right," she says with a husky voice. "I will not tell you not to worry or not to imagine things because you're right. If people find out, it'll be exactly as you just described it."

"So..." he begins.

" But I want to keep going. I don't want to deprive myself of something that makes me happy only because of what people may think, Adrien. I don't want to live like this." He nods, his eyes still darkened. "You're my best friend," she whispers, getting closer. "I trust you, more than anyone. And I know that you'll do everything you can to keep it secret. It is all that matters."

His Adam's apple moves when he swallows and Marinette notices that his look is on her lips. "Okay," he simply answers.

Boom — Anjulie

"Now, sign," she says by giving him the notebook.

With one hand, he takes the pen and scribbles his name. The other is still settled on her thigh and he begins to lightly caress her skin through her sport leggings. Her bottom lip between her teeth, Marinette lets her fingers run along his torso.

"Very Fifty Shades of Grey ," Adrien whispers by letting his hand go down a little more.

She gently pinches the skin of his ribs and takes the pen from his hands, smiling. The intense and amused gaze of Adrien keeps enveloping her in a bubble of desire which is growing more and more burning around her. All of a sudden, while his hand reaches the bottom of her stomach and she is feeling herself leading their moves, a cry escapes her. Her pen traces a long black line on the page and falls on the ground.

Adrien's fingers are now pressed against her core, offering her enough pressure to make the bubble explode and change it into a tsunami.

"Here?" she asks against his lips which are brushing pressure between her thighs heightens and her mouth automatically opens, letting escape a moan.

"Hmm..." he whispers.

"Nobody will... mmm ... catch us?" Her throat was dry, her skin on fire, her nerves on edge.

"Not if we're discreet."

His eyes, until then fixed on her lips, plunge into hers. At the same time, his fingers begin to move, and if Adrien hadn't kissed her, her moan would have sounded all around the fitness room. When Marinette's hand reaches the elastic of his jogging pants, he stands up, taking her with him.

His lips still around his, Marinette gasps against him when he makes her go backwards, until her lower back touches something. She doesn't make the effort to ask what Adrien just put her against and wraps his waist with her legs, bringing his hips closer to hers.

Breathless, Marinette detaches her lips from his and opens her eyelids, discovering Adrien's burning look. "We didn't finish our workout," she whispers.

"We are working out."

His cheeks reddened, mouth half-opened, breath twitchy, he smiles. While keeping his eyes anchored into hers, he runs his fingers below the elastic of her leggings and begins to pull it down along her legs, taking her panties with it. Her tee-shirt and her sports bra follow, quickly accompanied by Adrien's clothes, which end up on the floor at a pretty impressive speed.

"Agreste?" she asks when he lowers himself to grab a condom from the pocket of his jogging pants.

"Hm?"

"Why do you have a condom when we are working out?"He stands up, and his smile grows only bigger.

"Because..." he whispers by putting the protection on. "For the cardio?" His look plunges into hers again, and Marinette cannot help laughing.

But at the same time, his mouth goes to her chest, his hand between her thighs and a moan replaces her laugh. Marinette violently presses her hand against her mouth and bites her lips, feeling Adrien's smile against her skin.

She hangs on his shoulders, grasping at his skin, at his muscles which are contracting, sinking her nails at the same rhythm Adrien's fingers are sinking into her. He looks up at her, wets his lips and whispers with a hoarse voice: "Sure?"

Marinette, unable to constitute words, removes her hand from her mouth and puts it tenderly on his cheek. His skin is soft, warm, reassuring. She nods and closes her eyes, incapable of supporting the intensity of his look and the movement of his fingers at the same time.

Suddenly, his lips settle on hers, his hand on the back of her neck and his fingers on the inside of her thigh. Marinette automatically spreads her legs and sighs against his mouth when feeling the warmness and the wetness of his hand on her skin. His tongue gently brushes her lower lip. His caresses on her thigh are tender. His grip on the back of her neck is light.

So, Marinette cannot retain a gasp of surprise when he starts to nibble on her lip. She barely has time to recover from her surprise when Adrien lets his fingers run to the front of her neck. His hand gently wraps around it and Marinette instinctively squeezes her thighs.

She opens her eyelids and the fire between her legs moves from intense to unbearable. Adrien's look is darkened by the desire but a smile keeps floating on his lips while he slightly tightens his fingers around her neck. Marinette's breath becomes chaotic. He is not squeezing hard enough to stop her breath, but his effect on her makes it feel like there is no air left. "Adrien..." she moans without stopping to look at him.

"I want you to remember this moment," he whispers, bringing his face closer to hers. "Next week, when we'll be at school, and when we'll repeat this summer on loop in our head," he continues by pressing his mouth against her ear.

An incredibly powerful shiver runs along her body, making her shake. She can feel Adrien's smile grow bigger.

"When nobody around us will know what is going on inside our head, I want you to remember this."

And he applies a slight pressure with his hand which is still squeezed between her legs, spreading her legs with a quick move.

"This..."

And he brings his pelvis closer to hers, wrapping a hand around her hips to stabilize her.

"And this."

And he is inside her. Marinette instinctively bends against him and sinks her nails into his back. And, when he kisses her, Marinette knows she is about to spend a year which will leave its mark on her, one way or another.

I hope you've enjoyed the chapter! Yes, it's not very long but it's the first one and I wanted to present the plot.

I know the feelings of Marinette aren't really developed but it's normal! Once again, I wanted to present simply the beginning of the story without really going into details.

So, the next chapter will be in Marinette's POV again and you'll have access to her feelings more deeply this time. I'll try to alternate the POV, too!

The second chapter isn't wrote yet, so it could be a bit long before I publish it... I have to write it in French first, translate it in English and correct it after, so... I know I should have wait to have a chapter in advance to post this one but I couldn't wait anymore... Oops :p

Anyways! I'm realizing I'm really chatty right know but I'm really excited about this fic!

Don't forget to let a comment and to subscribe to be alert when the second chapter will be online. I wish you a very good day and I'll do my best to publish the next chapter at the end of the next week!

Have a good day!

(P.S: about the picture at the end... I did it on Good Notes and I tried to imitate Marinette's and Adrien's hand writing. I've even searched their signatures to make it more realistic, I hope you like the idea!)