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(A few precisions:br /
— An Indian summer is when temperatures are still really high around September-October, as if it was still summerbr /
— In France, students usually doesn't have any classes on Wednesday afternoon)
Adrien drops on his bed, sighing.
The school day has seemed dreadfully long to him. The whispers he has heard on his path, the gazes Adam has been giving on Marinette and the way Lila has been looking at him, all of that hasn't helped him focus.
He has spent the day asking himself how much time people are going to need to realize that something is going on between Marinette and him. The more the time passes and the more he understands that believing that they can hide, that they can keep going without anybody noticing is really naive.
And the more he understands that it's just a matter of time for gossip to spread, the more he's scared for Marinette.
Marinette.
The only moments of respite have been when he has imagined her singing in his head. Does her voice go deeper? More high-pitched? Is she going to pierce him at the first melody? Sure she will.
He sits up, motivated by the prospect of meeting Marinette in a few hours.
"Are you okay, kid?" Plagg asks him, in the middle of a camembert tasting.
Adrien, now settled at his desk, shrugs. He turns his chair with a quick move to face Plagg, sprawling on his bed.
"You're asking yourself way too many questions."
"You think?"
Plagg shoves a piece of cheese in his mouth and Adrien feels his lips curl up. "You love Marinette and Marinette loves you. And you couldn't help yourselves and did your weird human rituals, so— Did I say something funny?"
Adrien has his elbow on his knee which is against his chest. His fist is in front of his mouth, but it's not enough to muffle his chuckle. "They're not weird rituals."
"What are they, then?"
"Sex, Plagg, it's—"
"Ew, ew, ew!"
A new laugh escapes his lips when his kwami pops a new bit of camembert into his mouth, as if eating can stop him from hearing.
"Plus, she doesn't love me. Not like that, anyways."
"Yeah, and I hate cheese!"
Adrien sighs. "You know it's complicated. She's in love with someone else, she told me."
"And you're well placed to know that being in love with two people at the same time is possible."
Adrien frowns. "I'm not in love with Marinette."
"And I love broccoli."
"You do?"
"Ugh! No!"
"I don't get it—"
"You're very stupid."
Plagg throws himself on a new piece of cheese and Adrien rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I like Marinette very much. Yeah, I'm very much attracted to her. And yeah, I'd do anything for her, but it doesn't mean that—"
"Very stupid."
Adrien lets his head fall into his hands. "I'm totally in love with her, aren't I?"
"Totally."
"Shit."
Plagg greedily bites into his camembert and Adrien screams and grumbles at the same time, his voice muffled by his hands. "For how long?"
"Years," Plagg answers.
"And you're telling me only now?" Adrien gets nervous.
"I thought you were clever enough to realize it yourself."
"Well, obviously, I'm not," he mumbles, standing up.
He starts to walk along his room. An irresistible need to hit something until his fist is covered in blood, to run until he can't breathe anymore and to kiss Marinette until his lungs burn in his chest—everything at the same time—is building inside him.
"I'm so stupid."
He feels Plagg settle on his shoulder and stops himself from walking in every direction. "No, you're not. You're just lost and blinded by…"
"By?"
"You know, these human things. The one which makes you do your weird rituals and makes you want to lick the other one face."
Adrien raises an eyebrow. "Love?"
"No, the other thing."
"Hormones?"
"Yes!" Plagg starts to fly in the air again and plunges his green eyes into Adrien's. "You're a bit blinded by your hormones. It happened to the previous holders I had."
"Did all the Chats Noirs and Ladybugs end up together?" Adrien asks, focused.
"No, not all of them. But you're all soulmates. All, with no exceptions."
"But how can I be with Marinette while knowing that Ladybug is my fucking soulmate? I would feel like I'm lying to her all the time."
Something lights up in Plagg's eyes and Adrien is pretty sure he prevents himself from smiling. "Everything will be okay, kiddo. You'll see. You just have to be honest."
"But I can't tell her who I am, you know that."
Plagg doesn't answer him and Adrien knows he's not going to say more. He lets himself fall on his chair, even more lost than before.
• • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Night has fallen on Paris. Adrien, standing before his immense window, is thinking. His gaze is fixed on Paris' streets, on the lights blinking everywhere, on the cars passing, on the Seine he can see from his room.
"I'm gonna tell Marinette how I feel," he suddenly says.
"Now?"
"Yep," he tells, grabbing his bag. "We're supposed to meet, anyways."
Adrien feels his heartbeat speeds up and his lips curl up. He's going to tell Marinette that he loves her. He's going to tell her that he's in love with her.
His steps are sure when he's walking to his door. But when he raises his hand, the door opens on the other side.
His father is in his room, a phone in his hand, his jaw clenched. He seems absolutely furious.
Adrien's impatience turns into fear. He's scared.
"Where do you think you're going?" Gabriel asks, closing the door behind him.
Adrien instinctively steps back. "I—"
"Don't lie to me."
Adrien closes his eyes when his back hits his window. "To Marinette's."
A bitter laugh answers to him. "Of course." The condescension with which he answers him makes Adrien open his eyes.
"I did my homework, I study my piano and I worked out so I think I have deserve to—"
He doesn't have the time to finish his sentence that a pain as intense as it is sudden spreads through his cheek. He automatically puts his hand on it and realizes that it's the hand of his father that just hurt his skin.
"You deserve nothing," he says. "Look at this."
Adrien looks down to the phone Gabriel is raising to him and feels his throat tighten even more than it already is.
A picture of him and Marinette is now before him. We can clearly see his hand on her thigh and the way he's looking at her. He had never realized how powerful his eyes are, no matter how many times Marinette has told him to control his gaze.
And as always, she was right.
She was right and Adrien hates himself. He hates himself to have dared looking at her like that and not even noticed it.
The angle of the picture is perfect. So perfect we can see the sparkle shining in his eyes. This sparkle which has done much more than just looking at her.
Adrien painfully swallows and faces the gaze of his father again.
"You had one thing to do. You just had to stay appropriate. But even that, you can't do properly—"
"I didn't do anything!" he responds, raising his voice. "Anything at all, okay? Nothing is happening on this picture, it's not my fault if—"
"If what?" Gabriel answers back. "If you're looking at her like you—"
His heart is racing in his chest. But it's not fear anymore. It's a completely out of control rage which is discharging in his veins.
"Like what?" he starts yelling. "Huh? Like what?"
The breathing of his father is erratic. It's the first that he's seeing him so undeniably angry. "Like you slept with her, Adrien," he sighs.
Adrien nods. "You know very well that I did."
Gabriel closes his eyes and puts his fingers on the bridge of his nose. "Yes, but all Paris doesn't have to know this."
Adrien sighs, shaking his head. "It's only a picture, nobody's going to say a thing—"
His father cuts him by plunging his look on his again and Adrien feels an unpleasant shiver run along his spine.
"People are already starting to imagine things, Adrien. If you keep going like that, it's only a matter of days before everybody knows it."
"Okay, so what?"
"So what? You have a reputation to keep, campaigns to ensure, labels which are counting on you, a future to prepare. And you're not going to waste all this for a—"
"A what? A what?"
"You should watch your tone," Gabriel tells him with an icy voice.
"And you should not finish your sentence."
A smile full of contempt spreads on his father's face. "You wouldn't have fallen in love with that girl, would you?"
His saliva is as nice to swallow as a razor blade. He doesn't answer anything and Gabriel starts to laugh. He hasn't heard his father laugh for years.
"Of course you fell in love with her."
He wants to talk but doesn't know what to say, doesn't know what to do. Worse, he doesn't know what to feel. He doesn't know anymore.
"And did you fall in love with her before or after you slept with her?" His father's gaze is imscrutable. Is he making fun of him? "What about her? Did she fall in love with you before or after realizing your renown? Before or after realizing your situation? Before or after realizing all the money you have? Before or after realizing the place you hold in the fashion industry?"
So it's about that. It's always about money, about fame, about appearances.
"I did my research on Marinette," Gabriel confesses, starting walking along his room. "Good grades, class president, daughter of Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng. I remember her," he keeps going, sliding his fingers along his chest of drawers, next to his bed. "She participated in the contest I organized when you were in ninth grade."
He lifts his face towards Adrien who is still backed against the window.
"She has a certain creative talent, I must say. But something is missing."
'What?' Adrien thinks. 'She is not missing anything, she's perfect,' he says to himself.
"She doesn't have contacts," Gabriel explains, studying his chest of drawers. "It's a tough industry, very competitive. Most talented people aren't worth anything if they don't know anyone."
Adrien knows that Marinette is resourceful and independent enough to build her own network, but his throat is too tight and too knotted to say a word.
"She seems really kind and seems to really care about you," Gabriel says, opening one of his drawers. "But are you sure she doesn't— well, how should I put this… she doesn't overplay her affection towards you for your contacts and your influence?"
Adrien frowns and looks at his father like he just said to him that Earth is flat.
"I mean," he continues, opening a second drawer, "that's good thinking of her. On one hand, she enjoys what you can give her on a physical level."
He can't do anything except look at him. Anything except watch him rummage through his drawers, except watch him find what he has been looking for: a box of condoms.
He shakes the box and empties it on his bed. Of the fifteen condoms the box contained, there are only two left.
"And, from what I can see, you give her a lot."
A flash of shame spreads inside him. The shame of not being able to open his mouth, the shame of being dismissed like a child, the shame of not knowing what to say.
Gabriel laughs again and doesn't take the trouble to put the condoms away before walking towards his son again.
"I would hope she puts as much energy into pleasuring you as she does in securing her future", he says.
Something unblocks into Adrien's body. Something which lets his muscles talk before his lips.
His fist comes into contact with the jaw of his father in a precise and fast move. Gabriel automatically puts his hand on his aching bone and looks at Adrien.
He's expecting anger, surprise, something.
Something which would have shown that he cares.
But nothing. No emotion.
"Think about what I just told you, Adrien," he says with a voice which doesn't tremble. "Think about it."
And he leaves. Without saying anything else.
Adrien lets himself slide along the window, drained of all energy, of all feelings, of everything.
"Adrien?"
He raises his head from his arms, not knowing if thirty seconds or thirty minutes passed since his father has left his room.
It's not Plagg's voice. His gaze falls on the opened window and something red catches his attention. "Ladybug?" he articulates with a hoarse voice.
'It's her turn to patrol,' he remembers.
"Can I come in?" she asks.
Adrien nods. Ten seconds later and she's sitting next to him, her back against the window, her knees against her chest, her glance nervously going back and forth between him and his room.
"Do you— Do you want to talk about it?"
He can tell she's trying to control the trembling which shakes her voice. "Did you hear everything?"
"Pretty much."
Adrien's sigh combines with cars' noises.
"Do you want me to go?" she proposes.
"No."
Ladybug nods and he catches sight of her shaking lips. He asks himself why she seems to be so affected. They're not that close. As Adrien, the amount of times where they speak to each other can be counted on the fingers of one hand.
"Can you talk to me about something? Anything?"
He needs to think about something else. To think about something other than the laugh of his father, something other than his look which is going to haunt him for months — for years. To think about something other than all he has insinuated about Marinette.
Marinette.
He can't think about her, not now.
"Please," he adds, turning his face towards her.
"Okay," she whispers.
Her eyes are shining but she looks away and Adrien thinks he has hallucinated tears in her eyes.
She bites her lips and seems to think. "I'm in love with Chat Noir," she suddenly says.
"You— what?"
She nods, looking down. "It sucks, doesn't it?"
He doesn't know what to say. Ladybug is in love with Chat Noir. Ladybug is in love with him. Ladybug. With him.
He has dreamed of hearing these words since he was thirteen. Since that day he fell madly in love with her.
And today, she finally says them. But her words seem to have left a bitter taste on her tongue.
"Why?" he can't help himself to ask.
Ladybug lets her head fall against the window and sighs too. "Because I can't tell him who I truly am. Because I have more and more trouble acting as if nothing's going on. Because he's with somebody else."
Adrien feels his heart fall in his chest.
"I waited too long," she whispers. "And now he's in love with somebody else. And I can't even be mad at him."
"You know, I think he'll always be in love with you."
Ladybug turns her face towards him. "You think?"
Adrien nods and gives her a smile. "You…" he starts before clearing his throat. "You're the kind of person that it's really hard not to fall in love with," he says.
Ladybug smiles back at him and he realizes she has dimples. Like Marinette.
She lets her head fall on his shoulder and Adrien closes his eyes, appeased by the smell of her hair, with the warmth of her body.
He's endlessly grateful to her for not broaching the subject of his father, of Marinette or of anything about him.
He's endlessly grateful to her for understanding that her presence by itself is enough for him to calm down.
• • • • • • • • • • • • • •
Time flows by strangely after that. Days pass, weeks go by and Adrien feels like he's stuck in the same day which is extending over and over again.
Marinette has become weird. It's like she doesn't know—not anymore—how to act with him. Like she's trying to give him time and space, but she doesn't know how to do it.
But why would she want to give him time and space?
Adrien doesn't understand. He doesn't understand why their relationship took this turn right after his argument with his father. That night, Adrien texted her to explain to her that he couldn't come and that something had happened with his father. Marinette didn't ask him the specifics, she had only answered that she understood and that she was here if he wanted to talk about it.
The subject has never been discussed again and Adrien doesn't even know if he wants to talk about it. The anger that he's feeling towards his father is still too strong, too intense. And, instead of easing day by day, the lump of bitterness which is knotting his stomach just gets bigger all the time.
He feels like he has been angry for three weeks. Angry at his father, at himself, at Ladybug.
Ladybug.
Everytime that he thinks about her, everytime that her face shows in his head, that her voice plays in his ears and that the feeling of her body against his makes his skin shiver, a quiet anger spreads inside him.
Why did she never confess her feelings to Chat Noir? Even if they can't be together for hundreds of different reasons, he deserves to know. He deserves to know that the feelings he has been vowing to her for years have been mutual. He deserves the truth.
And she gave this truth to Adrien. Of all people that she could have confided in, she had to confess her love to Adrien. To the only person who couldn't fully respond to her declaration—because it wasn't really addressed to him—but who couldn't forget that the words she had said were still intended for him either.
It's so freaking complicated.
Adrien picks up the pace of his legs and appreciates the pain which seeps into his muscles. The selections of the different sports teams are finished now and the first official training session occurs today, Wednesday afternoon when the students don't have any classes.
Of course, fencing and athletics training have to take place at the same time, on the same field. A field which is easily large enough to receive them and which is perfectly in line with the nature of their respective training, but still.
And the Indian summer has to have decided to settle in Paris during the last days of September, burying the city in a heavy and dry heat. Heat which exceeds twenty five degrees Celcius this early afternoon. Heat which has convinced Marinette to wear a short which is emphasizing the fineness of her legs, the muscles of her thighs, the curve of her butt that Adrien just wants to—
"Are you enjoying the view, Agreste?"
His jaw clenches when he hears Adam. He speeds up the pace of his legs again, but just succeeds in making him laugh louder.
Adrien turns his face and discovers that Adam's gaze is fixed on Marinette. The track team is warming up, alternating between stretching and running. Marinette is focused on the forward lunges she's doing, and from where he is, Adrien can see the right angle of her legs.
Adam keeps his eyes on her body and whistles in an appreciative way when Marinette bends her legs and executes a perfect squat. Too perfect.
"I just gotta say," Adam declares, focusing on Adrien again, "she really has a great ass."
And the rage explodes. He knows that Adam is just waiting for that, that his smirk is just here to provoke him and that he just wants him to give in.
But he doesn't give a damn.
His body throws on Adam's in one second, pressing him against a post on the side of the field. The way his back hits the steel brings him an almost bestial satisfaction.
"Don't talk about her like that," he grumbles, the hands grabbing his t-shirt.
Adam's smile just gets bigger and Adrien already hears the team coming.
"Looks like I've hit a nerve here."
He hates the fact that he's talking about her like she's only a corporeal envelope, only a heap of flesh and muscles, like she's not a human being.
He hates the fact that he's not the only one to think about her like that.
He hates the fact that he's not the only one to think about any other girl like that.
"If you talk about her like that one more time, I swear I'm gonna—
"You're gonna what?" Adam replies, pushing him back.
Adrien is about to jump on him again but someone catches him from behind and someone else prevents him from moving forward.
"What is going on, here?" D'Argencourt asks with his powerful voice.
Adam isn't smiling anymore, but he's still unbearably calm. The fencing team gathers around them, soon met by the track team.
"I think Adrien is a bit tense," Adam explains.
A strangled scream full of anger escapes from Adrien's throat. He removes himself from the hold of the other students and throws himself on Adam. This time, he well and truly discerns a scared flash in his eyes.
"Adrien!"
His fist stops at a few inches from Adrien's face. The hint of terror turns into amusement again.
Adrien has a toothache from contracting his jaw and can feel his pulse sound in his temples as his breathing is so chaotic.
Unsurprisingly, Marinette's eyes hit him when he turns his head. Anger, anxiety, and sadness fight on her face, as if she doesn't know what feeling is stronger.
Adrien moves away from Adam without further ado.
"Mister Agreste, I would ask you to control your state of mind and to save your energy for duels," D'Argencourt tells Adrien off.
Students scatter again, but Marinette doesn't move an inch. Her gaze is fixed on Adrien who can't help but skewer Adam with his eyes.
"And Mister Kent, cease your low-level provocations and start to focus."
"He's the one who attacked me!"
"And maybe he had a reason to do so," D'Argencourt ends before meeting the rest of the team.
Adrien, Adam and Marinette stay all three at the middle of the field. Adam looks at Marinette with amusement who watches Adrien with concern who stares Adam with rage.
It's a triangle of unsaid things and outstanding words, a feelings knot which gets tangled a bit more every second.
"Stop looking at her like that," Adrien grumbles between his teeth, getting closer to Adam.
Marinette rushes towards him, preventing him from reaching his target. A target who doesn't lose his hellish smirk.
"Adrien!" Marinette calls him. "Look at me."
He looks down at her and is immediately caught by the blue of her eyes. The breath he takes next seems a little more bearable.
"It's easy to see who's in command," Adam says, moving away from the post.
Adrien closes his eyes and feels Marinette tense at the same time as him.
"So, Marinette," Adam whispers, getting closer to her, "do you want us to switch?"
Adrien's arms don't have the time to push him against the post again. Marinette turns around in a flash and handles it with an incredible speed.
"To be honest," she says, bringing her face closer to his, "I don't think you're up to it."
A voracious desire to make him lose his smirk finds its way into Adrien's brain.
"You'd be surprised," he whispers to her.
Marinette's expression is inscrutable. Her hands grab the collar of his t-shirt and her jaw is clenched.
"If you only knew how much you're turning me on," he tells.
Adrien knows his only goal is to irritate him, to make him fly off the handle. But he doesn't know the self-control which Marinette can show, and especially when she's really angry.
She cracks a smile and gets her face even closer to his.
"Oh, yeah?"
Adam nods and his hands get dangerously close to her body. But they don't have the time to reach the back of her thighs. With a lively, precise and particularly discreet move, Marinette lifts her knee directly into his crotch.
For an instant, every bit of anger leaves Adrien's body, replaced by absolute amusement.
Adam's smile turns into a grimace of pain and Marinette innocently moves away from him before going backwards towards her side of the field, her gaze plunged into Adrien's.
"Oops, I really don't know my strength," she declares.
The smile she's wearing makes him chuckle and he watches her scamper to her team.
Thankfully, everything happened in less than a minute and Adam isn't stupid enough to complain to D'Argencourt.
It's with a smirk and lighter shoulders that Adrien goes back to his warm-up.
• • • • • • • • • • • • • •
The remainder of the training takes place more or less normally. The fact that Adam has lost his stupid smirk and his alpha male attitude has soothed Adrien and improved his performance.
From the other side, Adam's crotch seems to still be in pain because he has trouble recovering his usual suppleness, which brings an endless satisfaction to Adrien.
"Okay, it's enough for today," D'Argencourt announces. "It was reasonable, for a resumption. I would hope to see you in shape on Friday!"
Adrien brings his bag where he puts his sabre away. They didn't use the complete equipment today and had focused on reviews of attacks moves and defense techniques.
"Come on, everyone, hit the shower!"
Adrien casts a glance at the other side of the field where the track team is gathered around the coach. Marinette extensively stretches herself, revealing a strip of milky skin below her tank top. Adrien admires the smile she offers to one of her teammates and the joy she seems to feel.
Accepting to be a part of this team seems to be working for her. It's the first time he sees her so relaxed for weeks.
Adrien allows himself a last glance and moves away from the field before getting back to the locker room.
"Are you okay, Adrien?"
Sat on one of the benches of the room, he looks up at the calling of his name and discovers the preoccupied face of one of his teammates—Sam.
Adrien nods and expresses him a comforting smile. He's pretty appreciated in the team—and in high school in general—and isn't known for losing his cool, let alone fighting. The earlier scene with Adam had probably surprised the majority of the present people.
"If you need to talk, I'm here, okay?" Sam says to him, putting his hand on his shoulder.
"Thanks," Adrien sincerely answers.
He stays sitting on the bench, a vacant expression, his hair falling on his forehead, incapable of knowing what to do. Get up, remove his clothes, take a shower and get home would have been the most logical succession of actions.
But something prevented him from moving. Someone.
Adrien has to talk to Marinette. This situation can't go on, this rage can't keep consuming him, it's exactly the point of the argument with Adam.
If it keeps going like this, he's not sure he'll be able to control himself next time.
Because there will be a next time. It's an absolute certainty.
Adrien suddenly stands up and realizes he must have stayed here for quite some time now because the locker room is completely empty. He opens the door and dives into the hallway, bumping into Marinette.
Her cheeks are red, her hair is escaping from her ponytail and her skin is shiny with sweat.
"I— The coach wanted to talk to me, so… I just go back from—"
She cuts herself off, as if she doesn't understand why she's explaining herself to him.
Without thinking, Adrien catches her by the wrist and they end up both inside the locker room. Marinette is pressed against the door, her chest raising at the erratic pace of her breathing.
An unbearable tension remains between them. A tension which he doesn't understand the origin of and which drives him madder every second.
"What the hell is going on?" he asks her.
Marinette opens her mouth and closes it several times.
"Nothing at all."
"Nothing at all? So why have you been avoiding me for weeks?"
She looks down and takes a deep breath.
"And why are you so angry?" she asks back, raising her eyes again.
Adrien would have wanted to answer. He would have wanted to say to her that he's full of hate for his father but can't resolve to explain this to her—explaining would have meant experiencing the scene again and he's not sure he can do it. He would have wanted to say that he's overflowing from rage against Ladybug but he can't.
He can't.
But he can do something else.
So, he presses his lips to hers in an almost violent kiss. A kiss which just ignites even more the fire reigning deep down his stomach. His hand settles at the hollow of her waist and Marinette kisses him with ardor.
Their bodies are boiling, their skins sticking from sweat and their breaths completely chaotic. But Adrien doesn't give a damn.
He removes his lips from Marinette's and watches her with a gaze he knows is darkened by desire. Marinette's throat is rising at the rhythm of her swallowing and Adrien can't help a moan passing the barrier of his lips.
"Adrien, I—"
"I know," he interrupts her before throwing himself on her lips again.
He knows how much the desire which is ruling them at this very moment is painful. He knows it's weeks of frustration which are falling on them.
His hands slide down until her hips and Marinette breaks the kiss again.
"Are you— Are you sure it's a good idea?" she asks him with a husky voice. "To do this, here?"
"No," he honestly answers.
A smile straighten Marinette's lips up. Something lights inside her bluebell eyes and Adrien feels his knees weaken.
"What's so funny?" he asks her when her smile turns into a laugh.
"It's just that… I want you so much."
Adrien raises an eyebrow and feels his lips curl up into a smile. "And it's funny?"
Marinette nods, biting her lower lip. "It's that I want you so much that we'll really go inside a shower of our high school, remove our clothes and have sex."
His breath stops and his throat dries out. Does she realize the effect her words have on him?
If he trusts the mischief of her expression, probably, yes.
"I—" he starts before hearing how much his voice is being hoarse by desire. "I'll follow you," he articulates after clearing his throat.
Marinette frankly bursts out laughing and automatically presses her hand against her mouth to muffle the sound.
"Stop laughing," he says, smiling.
He doesn't let her the time to answer and catch her hand. Ten seconds later and they're kissing in one of the ten shower cubicles of the locker room.
Marinette's hands end up untying the elastic of his shorts and Adrien's are lifting her tank top, revealing a sports bra.
They move away from the other, the time to throw their clothing in a corner.
"You're so…"
He doesn't find a strong enough word. So beautiful, so desirable, so everything.
Marinette raises an eyebrow and removes her bra, finding herself in her panties before him. He knows the way he's looking at her has something bestial, but he has never felt such a desire. Such a strong desire, yes. But not as powerful.
The mix of his frustration and of his rage have come to an almost wild want to unite her body with his.
Without losing another second, Adrien pushes his lips against hers again. Marinette's moan gets lost in his mouth and her hands grab the elastic of his underwear. Adrien imitates her and they quickly end up naked one in front of the other.
"Adrien—" Marinette whispers when he presses his lips against her neck, "Adrien?"
He moves his face away and questions her with a look.
"Do you have a condom?"
His question takes more time than usual to travel to his brain. A frown and a swallowing later, he nods and steps out of the shower.
Then, a fit of anxiety takes possession of him. He's not sure to have one.
Adrien opens his bag with his shaking hands, prays all the gods he knows for a condom to be in his wallet.
Given the state he's in, he would have picked up a condom from the moon if it would have been necessary, but he would really prefer to not have to do this.
A relieved sigh comes out of lips when he sees a grey wrapper in his wallet. He doesn't bother to close his bag and rushes to Marinette again.
The thought of how much he's devoted—body and soul—to that girl brushes his mind but it's the last sensible idea his brain succeeds in imagining.
Marinette is with her back to him, her hair now down. The water of the shower is flowing along her body and Adrien isn't sure if he's still breathing when his gaze makes contact with the small of her back.
"Oh my God," he whispers.
Marinette turns around, a smile on her lips. She doesn't have the time to say anything that Adrien roughly pushes her against the wall, assaulting her lips.
Her pelvis grinds against his and Adrien uncontrollably moans in her mouth. A line of wet kisses guides him to her neck when Marinette's hand loses itself in his soaked hair.
The water is running between their bodies and Adrien plunges his look into hers while he kneels down before her. Marinette's face is sprinkling with droplets and her lips are gleaming with water and saliva.
Without ever breaking eye contact, Adrien settles his lips against her stomach, his hands placed on either side of her hips. He knows they don't have all the time in the world, so he kisses the bone of her pelvis and quickly drifts between her thighs.
Marinette lets her head fall against the wall in a thud, her lips pinched, her nails sinking into his shoulders.
His tongue lays on her clit the second after and he savors the warmth and the wetness of her skin. With a languid move, his hand falls from her hip to her thigh until it slides between her legs.
Marinette gasps above him and Adrien increases the pressure of his tongue. His fingers brush her core, glide along her completely soaked entrance without ever inserting into it.
"Shit, A—Adri— Ah!" she moans, raising her hands to his hair.
A smile shapes on his lips when he feels Marinette push his head to keep him against her. He then gently kisses her clit and adds two fingers inside her with a quick move.
Marinette lets escape a throaty moan and presses one of her hands against her mouth. Adrien curves his fingers upward and feels a warm wave take possession of his body facing the vision of Marinette.
Her fist is pushed to her mouth but he still can hear the muffled moans she's uttering. Her eyes are closed, and Adrien knows she's only a few seconds from her release. So, he switches the role of his mouth and of his fingers, ending up in caressing her clit and introducing his tongue inside her.
It's so warm, so tight, so wet that Adrien asks himself how he still doesn't go into spontaneous combustion.
Marinette's nails are sticking into his skull and her eyes are rolling. Her hair cascades along her breasts,which he can see the shape of rising at the pace of her breath.
Adrien settles his lips against the lower of her stomach and goes up along her body.
Soon, he's standing again and has to lean against the wall to not shake. The water is running along his back and droplets are falling on Marinette's face. Her hand moves away from her mouth and Adrien admires the way her lips are swollen and reddened by her bites.
"Are you alright?" he whispers to her, putting a lock of her hair back behind her ear.
Marinette lets her forehead fall against his chest and Adrien instinctively places one of his hands against the back of her neck. Her breasts are squeezing against his skin, her hips are pressing against his and her burning breath is hitting his breast bone at each new breathing.
"I just, I— I need a minute."
Adrien nods and closes his eyes, trying to focus on everything except the fire which is reigning between his legs. On everything except the overwhelming want to press Marinette against the wall and to—
"And you, are you okay?" she asks him, moving her face back to be able to look at him in the eyes.
No, nothing is okay. Nothing is okay and everything is going wrong and he's just an ensemble of boiling hormones and uptight nerves.
"Adrien? You're shaking," she whispers, putting her hand on his cheek.
He looks down and notices that, indeed, his hands on her waist are trembling uncontrollably.
"I— I…" he difficulty articulates. "I want you so much, Mari," he says in a whisper.
Marinette's pupils dilate in one second. Her hand slide to his stomach and get lost between his thighs. Adrien is hypersensitive. Every contact seems to be increased, every look amplified, every feeling multiplied.
A husky grumble escapes from his throat when Marinette's hand wraps around his erection.
"Mari, I—" Every word is heavy on his tongue. "I'm afraid to— mmm— I'm afraid to hurt you…"
Marinette's moves stop and she looks up at him again, an eyebrow raised. "I can take it, believe me," she answers.
"You don't understand," he says, putting his hand on hers, "I've never felt like that before."
Marinette's lips kiss his and Adrien moans without being able to help himself.
"I'll tell you if it's too much for me, okay?"
Adrien nods, his thoughts fuzzy.
"Just let go, everything's okay," she whispers at the hollow of his ear.
Something frees deep down inside him. 'Just let go,' he thinks. 'Let go.'
And it's exactly what he does. A smirk draws on his lips and he presses his hands against Marinette's hips. In one second, he turns her around with her back to him and brings his mouth closer to her ear.
"Are you sure?" he whispers, his hips against hers.
"Mmm…" she moans, grinding her butt against his pelvis. "Yes, I'm sure."
Adrien puts one of his hands on her stomach, the other one on her hips and Marinette automatically bend over. Her forehead falls on the wall and her arms above her head.
He moves away for an instant to admire the show in front of him. Her hair is cascading on one side of her body, leaving the field clear for Adrien to look at her entire back. He loves her back. It's muscled, finely shaping and leads to the small of her back which makes him dizzy.
Her butt is leaning towards him. Her muscular, rounded and incredibly appealing butt. Adrien hears himself moan and doesn't lose another second.
He takes the condom, tears the wrapping with his teeth and puts it on with shaking hands.
The moment after, his hips are pressed against Marinette's butt which is rubbing against him.
Adrien grabs his erection between his fingers and places himself against Marinette's entrance.
"Adrien," she grumbles as a warning.
His smile just gets bigger. He bends over her, letting his lips run along her back.
"Seriou— Ah!"
With a rough move, Adrien melts into her. The warm water is still running between them and Marinette is burning around him.
Adrien lets his forehead fall against her back and stands still.
"Adrien…" she whispers.
"I know," he answers, standing up, "I know."
He knows that something is going on between them right now. A connection that has never happened before—not as intensely, at least.
Marinette pushes her hips back against his and Adrien feels a smile straightens up his lips. "Eager, princess?"
"Only for you," she whispers, turning her face towards him.
Adrien discovers the desire in her gaze and his fingers tighten around her hip. He nods, his eyes anchored into hers, and moves his pelvis away from hers.
The second after, he enters her again with an almost violent move. Marinette instinctively bites her lips and lets her forehead fall against her forearms.
Adrien repeats his movement with the same strength and Marinette's moan makes him speed up the pace of his back and forth.
"Ah— Shit, Adrien!" Marinette exteriorizes when he slides his hand between her thighs.
The inflamed desire that her voice is letting sound makes him moan louder than he should, but he's not controlling anything anymore. He doesn't control the anarchic pace of his hips, neither his nails that are driving into the soft skin of her butt, nor the sounds that are escaping from his mouth.
His fingers are gently caressing her clit, fervent contrast with the power of the back and forth of his pelvis.
"Mari—"
His words turn into a throaty cry when Marinette strongly tightens around him. His orgasm smashes, making him momentarily forget where they are, who they are, what they're doing.
All that matters is the tsunami of pleasure which is devouring all of him. His entire body is shaking, even his lips which are settling on Marinette's back.
Seconds pass and the blurriness of his thoughts clears, moving on to an inner peace and a physical fatigue which make him want to sleep with Marinette between his arms for hours.
"I'm— I'm not sure I can move," Marinette whispers, short-winded.
Adrien smiles against her skin, his hands still against her waist. He regretfully stands up and removes his body from hers. Adrien pulls the condom off, wincing, ties it and throws it in a trash can outside of the shower, taking care to cover it with tissues—they're still in high school.
Marinette is still back to him, her forehead against her arms.
"Everything all right?" he asks her, sliding a hand along her back. "It wasn't too much?"
Marinette shakes her head and Adrien notices that her breathing is still unusually fast. He starts to worry, but she turns over to him, catching herself on his forearms to not fall, a smile on her lips.
"No," she answers. "No, it was… amazing."
Adrien smiles back at her and puts his lips against hers in a gentle and slow kiss.
"Adrien?" she whispers against his lips.
He slightly moves away to look at her. She's still holding on tightly to his forearms and her legs seems to be tensed.
"I'm not sure I can walk," she confesses.
He doesn't want to laugh, really. He wants to apologize and help her, but all that comes out from his mouth is an out of control laughter. His hand presses against his mouth and Marinette has to catch herself against his waist when his forearm drags out from her hand.
"You think this is funny?" she says, smiling.
His laugh just becomes more intense and Marinette quickly joins him. At the first burst of laughter, a painful moan escapes from her lips.
"Are you okay?" Adrien worries, all amusement having left his face.
But Marinette is still smiling. "It hurts to laugh," she explains without being able to help herself nevertheless.
Adrien understands right away. The action of laughing is contracting the lower of her stomach, still sensitive—verysensitive.
"I can't believe we did this," Marinette says.
He joins her in her laugh again and lets his forehead fall against her shoulder.
It's probably irresponsible, maybe even dangerous. But the pleasure and the joy they felt and are still feeling makes them forget how much they have been reckless.
And here it is, the fifth chapter!
I really really hope you liked it and I really really look forward to read your thoughts about it! What did you think about our not-that-oblivious-anymore-Adrien? The scene with Gabriel? The one with Ladybug? With Adam? And, oh my god, the shower scene!
I can't wait to know what you thought about all of this!
The next chapter is really a turning point in this story, so, be prepared... :p I'll try to publish it at the end of the next week!
Anyways, I wish you a very good day, and thank you for following this story!