hey guys!
today's chapter is like a break after the reveal and before the rest of the story. I hope you'll like it!
Adrien can't look away from Marinette. From Ladybug. From her.
The whirlwind of emotions he's feeling is ruled by a feeling stronger than the others. Stronger than the surprise, stronger than the fear, stronger than the concern.
The love.
The love he's feeling from staring at her is endlessly powerful. The only coherent thoughts which are crossing his mind are how brave she is, how smart, how daring, and how adorably stubborn she is.
Beautiful. She's so beautiful.
Adrien lets his eyes examine her sleepy face, her worryless, fearless, doubtless face. She seems so peaceful.
Knowing that at the second she'll open her eyes, this anxiety will submerge her again breaks his heart.
"Are you okay, Adrien?" Plagg's voice is softer than usual.
Adrien smiles at him without ever stopping from looking at Marinette. "I think so."
How could he not be okay? He has just learnt that the two people he loves the most in the world are in reality one. That the two girls he's completely madly in love with are one. That he doesn't have to feel this guilt every time he kisses Marinette, doesn't have to feel unfaithful each time he thinks about Ladybug.
Everything could be so easy, perfectly easy, if they want it.
But he knows Marinette isn't going to make things easy.
"Did you know?" he asks Plagg and Tikki. "All this time, you knew?"
Adrien can't see the expression of the kwamis but he can guess the discomfort on their faces. "Yes," Tikki eventually answers.
"But we couldn't tell you anything, because—"
"I know, Plagg. I know."
He's not mad at them. He knows kwamis can't reveal the name of their holder, and they're not supposed to know each other's identities, anyways. Neither three years ago, nor today.
Yet, by knowing who's hiding behind Ladybug's mask, Adrien feels more at peace with himself than he has ever been. He feels more powerful, more confident and more sure about their duo. He feels invincible with Ladybug. WithMarinette.
Adrien lets his hand run along her forehead, getting rid of the few black locks which are covering it. Her skin is warm and oh God it's the first time he touches Ladybug's skin.
Well, technically, it's not. Technically, he has touched, kissed, licked, bit and done all sorts of things to Ladybug's skin. But he has never done all these things to Ladybug's skin while knowing it was Ladybug's skin.
Adrien draws the outlines of her mask with his forefinger, utterly hypnotized. Suddenly, Marinette, her head settled on his thighs, moves in her sleep.
She moves and her head ends up completely in front of his crotch and Adrien has to remind himself how to breathe.
He should shift, replace his body with a pillow and let her sleep. But the second he moves a centimeter, Marinette grumbles in her sleep and pushes her head more strongly into his thighs. She then slides an arm around his hips and Adrien isn't sure if he should smile or worry about the blood he feels rushing between his legs.
He lets his fingers run along her hair again, asking himself how Marinette is going to react when she wakes up.
Is she going to be angry? Surprised? Relieved? Or is she going to be totally—
She opens her eyes.
For a second, a beautiful second, her gaze is calm and the blue of her irises is as quiet as a summer sky.
But then they open wide in an expression of pure astonishment.
Totally freaked out.
"It's okay," he says to her, his hand frozen in her hair. "Everything is—"
"No, no, no, no, no—"
"My Lady—"
"Oh my God."
Her horrified eyes stay fixed into his, and Adrien knows she's trying to imagine him with a mask.
"It's okay, I sent a text to your parents, I called Alya and Nino, I—"
"Oh my God!" she exclaims. And she buries her face into his crotch to muffle a frustrating scream.
"Oh— Uh… M'Lady?"
She just intensifies the pressure between his legs and Adrien can feel the vibrations of her grumbles against him. 'Okay, no nickname.'
"Marinette? Mari—"
She shyly looks up at him and Adrien gives her the most reassuring smile he can. Which, at this moment, doesn't mean much. "Can you— Well… you… you're making things a little hard there…"
A furrowing of eyebrows and a confused face later and Marinette moves away from him in a second, ending up on the other half of the couch on which they're sitting.
Adrien feels relieved and frustrated all at once.
"I— Sorry."
"It's okay," he says, adjusting his position to lighten the pressure between his legs. "It's not like it's—"
His sentence stays unsaid when his gaze sets on Marinette. Her chin settled on her knees hunched up against her chest. She seems this close to a mental breakdown.
"Mari? Are you okay?"
"No," she sighs.
Her distress is obvious. She knows things he doesn't, he can read it in her eyes.
"How— Why— What am I doing here?"
Her eyes go back and forth between him and the rest of his room, as if they can't stay focused on a fixed point.
"You— You passed out… so I brought you here…"
"Passed out?"
"Yeah, you seemed a little… overwhelmed?"
He remembers the horror he saw in her look, the fear which took possession of her face and her body which simply stopped working.
She had collapsed into his arms, completely unconscious, as if the shock was just too much for her brain.
His home being way nearer from where they were at the time, bringing her to his room seemed to be the most well thought-out choice.
"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks after a moment.
No answer.
"Do you want me to bring you home?"
Still none.
"Do you want to sleep?"
Silence.
"Mari—"
"It's too much," she says. "Way too much."
Adrien raises his hand to settle it on her knee, on her arm, somewhere, but Marinette jumps and his palm weakly drops onto the couch.
"Are you— Are you afraid of me?"
"I'm afraid of me."
Adrien has no idea what she means.
"I just want to— To stop thinking."
Her face raises and Adrien feels his heart tightens in his chest at seeing how much her eyes are soaked.
"Make it stop, please," she whispers.
He only knows one way to turn off her brain. But he's not sure it's the way Marinette is thinking about.
All the trust he has as Chat Noir and all the comfort he has developed towards Marinette over the years have disappeared.
There is only an ocean of doubts and questions left.
"Mari, I— If you don't want to talk about it, I understand, but we should just—"
"I need a distraction, Adrien. I need it or I'll—"
A choked sob interrupts her sentence and all the muscles of Adrien's body unblock. He jumps on her, wrapping her body with his arms and pressing her head against his chest. "Oh, My Lady," he whispers against her hair.
"I can't— I can't stop to—" Her words are interspersed with sobs and Adrien strengthens his hug. "To— to think— and—"
"Shh…" he murmurs, sliding his fingers along her neck. "It's okay, I'm here…"
"But, what if—"
"Hey," he cuts her, moving his face away from hers to look her in the eyes. "Not tonight, okay?" He wipes his tears away with his thumbs. "Tonight, I'm here and you're here and—"
Marinette swallows the end of his sentence by pressing her lips against his. The desperation of her kiss surprises him for an instant but he kisses her back as soon as his brain allows him.
His hands settle on her cheeks and Marinette's pulls herself against him. The pressure between his thighs escalates and Adrien hears himself moan against her lips.
Some kind of reason reaches his neurons when Marinette's hands fall to his belt. "Mari— mmm…" he moans when she grinds against him. "Mari, you— you— aah…" he tries to articulate when she undoes his belt. "Oh my God, I can't talk—"
Marinette's lips lay on his neck and Adrien feels himself shiver when her smile brushes his skin. "I have such an effect on you?" she whispers, squeezing her hips against his.
His fingers strengthen against her waist when she drops her lips to his carotid. Adrien can only think about her hips against his, about her burning breath against his skin, about the softness of her tongue and about how much he wants to feel this softness between his legs and—
"How can—" he whispers with a voice becoming hoarse by desire, "how can you— how can you ask— ask yourself that question?"
His breathing jerks every time she rubs her pelvis against his, every time her breath hits his neck or her lips kiss his neck—which means every second. Which comes to an Adrien completely panting under Marinette's body.
Her mouth lets go of his neck with a popping noise and she looks at him, her eyes full of every feeling and its opposite.
The outpouring of love he's feeling is burning inside him, consuming him little by little at every second, taking away with it all that isn't Marinette.
"I think about you all the time, Mari," he says, tilting a hand to her face.
"All the time?"
The fact she asks the question makes him smile. "All the time," he confirms, running a finger along her lips.
"And what do you think?"
Adrien loses himself in the contemplation of her eyes, asking himself how he didn't recognize them when they were surrounded by red and black. "I think about your eyes," he whispers, intensifying his gaze. "About your lips…" He lets his thumb slide along her inner lip.
"Where?" she pants between twitchy breaths.
"On mine," he answers, moving his face closer to hers. "On my face, on my neck, on… everywhere."
Their half-opened lips brush without ever touching. The oxygen they're sharing is becoming rarer as their bodies get closer to one another.
Unable to take it anymore, Adrien roughly presses his hands against her waist and his lips against hers. Marinette's moan against his mouth makes every corner of his skin shiver.
She suddenly grabs his hands and makes them run along her back until firmly press them against her butt. Adrien can't help but smile into their kiss when he squeezes her skin through her pants.
"I think— I think about your ass, too," he says against her lips.
Marinette gently pinches his arm and their laughs mix together. Feeling her relaxed in his arms, hearing her laugh against his skin, Adrien only wants this. Seeing her happy—even though this peace of mind is only temporary—makes his heart lighter in his chest.
He wants to indefinitely extend this moment, he wants that smile she keeps only for him to be forever on her face, he wants his love to be enough.
Sadly, what he wants and what is are two very different things.
But Marinette presses her hips against his and Adrien leaves the train of his thoughts. His hands grab her butt, desperately trying to get her closer, always closer to him.
His t-shirt ends up on the other end of the couch without him really noticing it and his fingers feverishly unbutton Marinette's blouse without knowing how they find themselves here.
Marinette's warm and soft hands brush from his shoulders to his stomach, his abs to his biceps and Adrien is glad to be sitting—otherwise, his knees probably would have stopped working a while ago.
The last button gives in and Adrien removes his lips from Marinette's when he makes her blouse slide along her shoulders.
He loves the fact that she almost never wears a bra. Her breasts are raised towards him and Adrien doesn't realize he has moved his hand until his palm settles against the satin-soft and burning skin of Marinette.
Eyes anchored into hers, he makes her nipple roll between his thumb and his forefinger, taking great delight in the way she's arching her back against him, in the way she's biting her lips, in the way her hands are instinctively falling on his shoulders.
The fact that Marinette—Marinette, of all people—is giving her consent for his hands to be against her breasts is already close to paradise for Adrien, and he has had months to get used to the idea.
But the fact that Ladybug enjoys—and even more, if he's going by the dance of her hips against his—the contact of his hands against her chest is completely beyond him.
Totally hypnotized by Marinette's body, Adrien bends over and gently puts his lips on her neck. Her fruity perfume mixed with the vanilla smell of her hair takes him over and he languorously licks her skin, enjoying her softness.
He feels Marinette's hands lose themselves into his hair and he makes his lips run along her neck, kissing her clavicles, caressing her shoulders, brushing the base of her chest. The pressure between his thighs is becoming unbearable while Marinette keeps hitting his pelvis with hers but he keeps slowly exploring her body.
His hands leave her breasts to run along her chest. His fingers brush her back, slide along her spine, climb to her shoulders, flow along her breastbone.
"A—Adrien…" she whispers.
In answer, he gently licks the valley between her breasts and smiles against her skin, feeling her shiver. "Be patient, Bugaboo," he breathes against her skin.
The nickname has escaped him but the only answer from Marinette is a mewl which spreads just a little more the fire at the pit of his stomach. "I knew you loved it when I called you Bugaboo," he smiles, looking up at her. "Don't you, Bugaboo?"
A smirk draws on her lips. "You're so annoying," she answers, tousling his hair.
"So much."
Marinette's cristal-clear laugh sounds to his ears like the prettiest of melodies.
And, all of a sudden, when he kissed the end of her chest, the pleasured moan which follows sounds like the most intoxicating of melodies.
Marinette's nails press against his head and Adrien strengthens the grip of his hands around her rib cage.
His lips kiss the edge of her breasts, savouring Marinette's gasps every time his mouth makes contact with her skin. When he feels her shaking with desire against him, Adrien eventually catches her nipple between his lips and the cry which escapes Marinette's throat makes him unconsciously grind against her.
"Oh my— Adrien, Adrien, Adrien—"
A smile straightens his lips when he puts one of his hands against her chest. She eventually lets herself to let go, and Adrien very well intends to hear her repeat his name again, again and again.
His hand gently caresses her left breast, brushing her nipple hardened by desire without really touching it. On the left side, his lips are conscientiously kissing her skin, his tongue licks her nipple, erect towards him, with an endless softness and his teeth brush the erogenous zone with care.
His hand instinctively tightens around her right breast when Marinette roughly pushes her hips against his.
Adrien softly pinches her nipple between his thumb and his forefinger and is rewarded by a throaty moan which just intensifies the pressure of his lips.
"Ah, Adrien," she gasps, her hands still lost in his hair. "Don't stop, please, don't— mmm… stop—"
He would have wanted to tell her that he's never going to stop, that he will never want to stop, that he wants to keep his mouth against her body for the rest of his life, but his lips are busy so he settles for gently biting her nipple.
Marinette's cry makes him desperately moan against her skin. The pressure between his thighs is painful and Marinette's nails are sinking into his scalp, but her skin is so warm against his lips and so soft against his fingers and her hips so eager against his.
"Ad— Adrien, I— I think I'm— Ah!— I'm gonna—"
Suddenly, when he's licking every corner of her breasts, every morsel of her skin which is offered to him, Marinette ultimately arches against him in a pure pleasured moan.
A few seconds later, she weakly falls against him and Adrien's back hits the arm of the couch.
His hands end up at the hollow of her back when Marinette lets her forehead rest against his chest. He can feel the irregularity of her breathing and the incandescence of her skin.
"Did you just—"
"Yeah," she cuts him between halting breaths.
"Oh."
Marinette sits up, her eyes plunged into his, her soul immersed into his.
"I didn't know it was possible," he says, climbing his hands up along her back.
"I knew it was. But," she keeps talking, a slight smile at the corners of her lips, "I didn't know you could do it."
His eyebrows raise and his lips straighten. "Well," he whispers, getting his face closer to hers, "I think the agility of my tongue is proven, princess."
Marinette bites her inner lip, as if to hide this smile which is covering half of her face, which is making her eyes sparkle and her cheeks reddened. "Hmm… maybe…"
"Do you need me to show you?" he murmurs at the hollow of her ear.
A shiver runs along her spine, spreading to her nipples that Adrien can feel pointing against his chest. The feeling makes him unconsciously moan and Marinette suddenly puts her hands on his shoulders.
"Actually," she says, moving her face back from his, "I'm gonna show you."
Adrien's expression goes from mischieved to surprised. His eyebrows furrow and his mouth remains half-opened when Marinette puts a kiss as light as a feather on his lips.
The second after, she lets herself fall on her knees on the ground, before the couch, and Adrien isn't more than burning skin and uptight nerves anymore.
"Oh— Uh— Well, it's— you— Okay."
Marinette shakes her head, the shoulders moving because of her chuckle and Adrien can't help but smile.
She can do whatever the hell she wants with him. Literally.
He's completely at her mercy, and she knows it. Her big blue eyes which are staring at him while she's removing his belt, her breasts still reddened by kisses and glowing with his saliva, his entire body knows it.
And he loves it.
Her eyes anchored into his, Marinette undoes his pants and makes them slide along his legs, letting him in his underwear.
The pressure between his thighs makes his blood beat against his temples and a never-ending shiver runs along his back when Marinette puts her hand on his thigh.
"Mari, please—" His sentence stays in the air, replaced by a grumble muffled by his fist pressed against his mouth.
Marinette settles her lips against his crotch through the fabric of his underwear. He can feel her lips, can guess their warmth and their wetness, can imagine the little smirk Marinette is wearing when his eyelids are closed.
But it's not enough.
"Please, what?" she asks.
Her mouth runs along his member hardened by desire at the same rhythm that her hand slides along his thigh.
"Please, don't tease me." Marinette looks up at him. Adrien lets his hand fall to her shoulders which he gently fondles, holding onto the softness of her skin. "Next time, you can make me wait as much as you want and make me beg, but, right now, I just—"
Something odd passes in Marinette's look. A strange mix between frustration, anger, and sadness.
But Adrien doesn't have the time to address the question of why all these feelings are floating into the ocean of her irises. Because Marinette removes his underwear in one second and her mouth is around him even before he has the time to realize it.
"Holy shit." These words escape him, quickly followed by an uncontrollable moan when the feeling of wetness and the warmth of Marinette's tongue spread along his member.
Her hand rapidly follows her mouth, going back and forth on the skin her lips can't reach. Adrien lets his hands lose themselves in her hair, enjoying the softness of her dark locks against his fingers.
The movements of her hand become quicker when those of her mouth happen to be more languorous. And then the back-and-forth of her wrist slows down when her lips go further and further and quicker and quicker along his crotch.
Adrien squeezes her hair between her hands, the inner lip caught between his lips, his eyes half-opened, the heart beating wildly on his chest.
Marinette's free hand slides to his stomach, caresses his abs, goes up to his breastbone until it settles on the couch.
His sight is blurred by the wave of pleasure which is growing deep down inside his stomach but Adrien sees Marinette's fingers tighten into the fabric of the couch. Without thinking, he grabs her hand into his and intertwines her fingers to his.
Marinette's anwer is immediate: the pressure and the speed of her mouth and of her wrist intensify around him.
Adrien squeezes her hand around his, an out of control grumble leaving his mouth. "My— My Lady—"
The vibration of Marinette's moan around his member sounds in all his body. Suddenly, his eyelids open, revealing a look dark with desire, burning with passion and sparkling with love.
And Adrien completely lets go.
In a desperate contraction of his hand around Marinette's, an ultimate moan passes the barrier of his lips when Marinette's put on the tip of his member.
His fingers loose in her hair, Adrien lets his head fall against the backside of the couch, floored by the pleasure wave which explodes between Marinette's lips. The only sounds reaching his ears are his twitchy breath, the beating of his crazed heart and the noise of the pop of Marinette's mouth pulling out from between his thighs.
He feels his hand weakly slide along her hair when she sits up. Burning skin replaces the satin-soft texture of her locks when his palm ends up at the barrier between her stomach and her pants.
Adrien eventually opens his eyelids back, the face turned towards Marinette's, sitting just next to him. Her blue eyes are sparkling and a smirk is floating on her lips. He can only smile back, breathing out the burning oxygen of his lungs.
"So?" she whispers, her nose getting closer from his.
A slight chuckle tickles his lips. Even after something like this, she always finds a way to give an adorably innocent inflection to her voice. "Not bad."
Marinette raises an eyebrow and Adrien feels his lips straighten even more. "Not bad?"
"Hmm… You're still a little too dressed," he whispers, pulling the edge of her pants.
"I'm not sure you deserve to see more," she mumbles, grabbing his wrist.
The back of his head against the couch, Adrien can't help but laugh. "But you want more, don't you?" he whispers, sliding his fingers along hers to intertwine them.
Their two hands are locked one into another and their gazes are anchored one inside the other. "I have no idea what you're talking about," she says, licking her lips to hide her smile.
Adrien gently rubs his nose against hers before bringing his mouth closer to hers.
"Already?" she whispers, putting a leg above his.
Instead of answering, Adrien catches her lips in a languorous kiss.
Usually, he takes longer to feel this familiar warmth spread inside the lower of his stomach again. Time he ordinarily makes good use of by exploring Marinette's body, and, most of the time, he ends up between her legs.
But today, this evening has a peculiar taste. A feeling of first time. And, even if he feels his heart tighten by thinking about it, a sensation of the last time in a while. He knows that behind this burning skin and this ruthless desire, Marinette is full of fears. And he can well imagine that they're not going to be able to just live happily ever after and stay in his room kissing for the rest of their days while their enemy is still at their heels.
Adrien pushes his problems away by kissing her harder. Maybe tomorrow is going to be a nightmare, but tonight is still wonderful. This night is still the one when Ladybug and Marinette have become one and only person.
Tonight will always be the one when his heart has been brought back together, when he has stopped being tormented.
The one when the love of his life is in his arms.
"Mari— M'Lady, I—"
"I know," she cuts it between kisses. "Me too, kitty. Me too."
Their faces move away and their eyes plunge one inside the other. The intensity of their stare makes Adrien shiver.
His throat tightens with emotion, he leads Marinette's right hand—still joined to his—to his mouth. His eyes still anchored into hers, he puts his lips on the back of her hand.
Marinette suddenly stands, untying her fingers from his, and Adrien thinks for a second that she's going to leave him. Transform back and leave him.
But her shaking hands settle on the button of her pants and his doubts dispel. Her jeans slide along her legs, revealing a creamy skin with satin-soft touch.
Marinette isn't wearing anything more than her panties. Red panties. Red.
"I think I'm gonna explode if you don't kiss me in five seconds," he says with a hoarse voice.
Marinette's lips straighten up, but she moves away from him again.
"Five, four…" he begins. A chuckle, a drawer opening. "Three…" A drawer closing, steps sounding against the floor. "Two…"
"One," Marinette whispers.
The second after, she's straddling him and her lips take him by storm. Adrien hears himself moan in surprise when Marinette's hips press against his. The thin material of her underwear is the only boundary remaining between them and he can feel the warmth and the wetness between her thighs.
Marinette's mouth slides along his jaw when her pelvis grinds against his. His hands instinctively fall against her butt.
"My hands are on Ladybug's ass," he realizes out loud.
He feels Marinette's smile against his neck and can't help but smile, too.
"As if it's the first time," she whispers, gently biting his skin.
"It's the first time for Chat Noir."
Marinette sits up and stares at him, an eyebrow raised. "Are you kidding me? The amount of times where you touch my—"
"Tut-tut-tut, professional obligation," he says. Marinette's laugh makes him smile even more. "Hey! You kissed me first!"
"That was a real professional obligation," she whispers.
"Mmm… if you say so." She affectionately hits his shoulder and Adrien offers her the most innocent expression.
"Well, at least, I didn't purr."
"Touché."
"It was a professional obligation, too?"
Her smirk is adorably annoying and Adrien can't help but strengthen the pressure of his hands against her butt, getting her hips closer to his. "I don't have much control over this part of my body," he whispers.
She brushes his lips with hers. "But I do."
"You have all the control over this part of my body."
He moves closer, ready to kiss her, but Marinette backs up. Her mischievous air which is straightening her lips up and makes her eyes sparkle worries Adrien—it looks way too much like Chat Noir's expression. "What are you—"
Marinette cuts him off by putting her hands on his shoulders, pushing his back against the backside of the couch. Her gaze locked into his, her lower lip between her teeth, she starts a terribly slow and delightfully long grind.
"Oh, wow— Okay."
Her gaze is so lustful. The desire which is glowing in her eyes is so intense when she rubs her hips against his again that Adrien hears himself groan with a voice he barely recognizes
He loves the fact that she's glowing from self-confidence. That she's completely sure of herself, almost entirely naked, riding him, making him lose his last coherent thoughts. Every fragment of her body is yelling that she's Ladybug.
'But Ladybug is Marinette,' Adrien thinks.
She's only herself. Magnificently and undeniably free to be herself in front of him.
This realization makes him squeeze his hands around her butt and gets his face closer to hers. Their lips brush, draw closer at the pace of Marinette's hips, tickle without ever touching.
Out of breath and heart beating, Adrien makes his hand glide to her stomach, enjoying the firmness of her abs, the contraction of her muscles under her burning skin.
Links connect little by little, elements bring themselves together, everything is put end-to-end. Marinette's muscles and her aptitude for running are perfect examples.
The idea of his bare hand touching Ladybug's lower stomach makes him shiver. His fingers run to the elastic of her underwear and he feels Marinette quiver at his touch. The warmth and the wetness of her core are detectable even through the fabric and Adrien feels himself smirking.
At the moment, he suspects Marinette is preparing a retort like "silly kitty" or "oh, shut up", when his fingers venture inside her panties. Marinette's lips take his by storm when his forefinger rests on her clit fully turgid from the blood coursing through it.
Marinette's pleasured moan is muffled by his kiss and his own satisfacted groan when her hips grind against his again.
"Wait, wait, wait," she suddenly says, removing her lips from his.
Marinette grabs his wrist and pulls his hand out from her panties. Adrien frowns, but she winks at him and a flash of desire blows inside his lower stomach.
Holding on tightly to the couch, Marinette stands up and removes her underwear in one second, ending up sitting on his thighs even before Adrien has realized her action. The warmth of her core directly against his crotch makes him miss a breath and Marinette's expression isn't going to help him oxygenate his lungs.
Blue eyes are burning with a passion which has been held back way too long, with secrets which have been kept way too long, with frustration which has been internalized way too long. She grabs a condom—probably what she went to get a few minutes before—and tears the wrapping with her teeth.
Adrien doesn't trust himself to put it properly—his hands are shaking way too much. Thankfully, Marinette seems to understand, because she takes care of it with a skilled move, rolling out the condom along his erection, making him moan in passing.
"Ready?" she asks, gripping his shoulders.
Adrien clumsily nods, completely hypnotized, and he feels himself blush facing Marinette's half-amused, half-softened smile. "You're really, really cute," she whispers to him.
His lips straighten up when the warmth of his cheeks spread on his entire face. "I am?" he murmurs, letting his hand fall at the hollow of her back.
He gets his hips closer from hers and hears Marinette sigh at the same time as he does. One of her hands is still on his shoulder and the other one is wrapped around his crotch pressed between her thighs. "Hmm… Adrien— Adrien is." Her words are interrupted by her gasps when she rubs the tip of his erection against her entrance.
"Chat Noir— Shit, Mari… Chat Noir isn't?"
The sound which is leaving Marinette's lips makes him groan with eagerness. He can feel her warmth, her wetness and her tightness overwhelm him little by little.
"Chat Noir is— mmm… he's— he—"
"He's?"
The roles are switching. Marinette's desire is turning her confidence into a flow of incomprehensible words and Adrien's blush is changing into a smirk and an assured look. His hand goes up along her back, slides down her spine ,until reaching her rib cage. Her breasts are burning and, if he goes by Marinette's moan, still sensitive.
"Oh, Adrien…" she whispers when he squeezes her nipple between his fingers.
"So?"
Her eyelids are closed, her lips stuck between her teeth and he feels her hips quake against his. "Chat Noir is hot, really very, very— Ah!"
Adrien raises his pelvis to hers and presses his hand against the low of her back to bring her closer to him, ending up inside her in one second.
Marinette lets herself fall against him and Adrien's hand tumble to her butt.
"Are you okay?" he whispers against her ear.
Marinette's forehead is pressed against his shoulder and he can feel the warmth and the speed of her breathing against his skin. "Yeah," she answers, sitting up. "It's just— it feels so good… you feel so good."
Marinette punctuates her sentence with a slight grind and Adrien feels himself smile by hearing her hold back the moan her vocal cords want to make.
His straightened lips settle on Marinette's jaw and drift along her neck, enjoying how warm her skin is. His tongue slides to her clavicle, reaches her shoulder and starts to kiss every freckle which is studding her chest.
Adrien groans against her skin when his back hits the backrest of the couch. Marinette's hands hang onto his shoulders again and her pelvis starts to grind against his.
For answer, Adrien intensifies the pressure of his lips against her skin and that of his hands against her butt.
"Ah, Adrien…"
His name sounds so sinful between her lips. A shiver spreads along his spine and Adrien wants her to say his name that way for the rest of their lives. But the thought that it's not probably very wise to moan his name in front of everyone makes its way through his mind.
Then, Marinette, her hips lifted up so much that his member is almost inside her, crashes her pelvis against his in a so fast and intense move that Adrien can't think of anything anymore.
Moaning and shaking of pleasure, Adrien lets his head fall against the couch, green eyes immersed inside blue ones.
At every grind, her nails sink a little more into his shoulders, her moans a little stronger and her hips a little more quivering.
Soon, her thrusts become muddled and desperate when a muffled cry escapes her mouth. The way she's riding him and controlling her own pleasure makes him almost let go, but Adrien succeeds in holding back his orgasm from exploding at the last moment, while he feels a trickle of sweat run along his temple.
"Adrien, I— mmm…"
Marinette keeps grinding her shaking hips against his in a speed which makes her moan from pleasure and makes him close his eyes of satisfaction. "Oh, M'Lady," he whispers, his hands squeezing her butt.
Suddenly, her movements stop and Adrien opens his eyelids again. Marinette's cheeks are completely red, her hair stuck at her face and her entire body is glistening with sweat on top of his. "Adrien," she says between jolting breaths, "I can't— I can't do more..."
Her eyes are begging and he can't prevent a smirk. She's cute and sultry all at once. "And the magic word?" He sees she's completely out of energy but he can't stop himself from teasing her.
"Please," she answers. "Please, kitty," she quickly adds when he raises an eyebrow.
"At your service, Bugaboo," he whispers in the hollow of her ear.
She shivers against him and Adrien slides his hands to the bottom of her butt, pressing her against him a little more when he stands up.
He's surprised he manages to stand up without his knees buckling and even more surprised to manage to walk to his bed.
"Oh, thanks," she moans when he lets her fall against the mattress.
Adrien can only laugh facing Marinette's reaction, but his amusement quickly turns into uncontrollable pleasure when he sinks himself into her again.
Guided by instinct and by his orgasm which is getting closer every second, Adrien grabs Marinette's legs until they rest on his shoulders and loses himself deep down into her again, in a slower move this time.
Marinette's eyelids close and her hands roughly grab the sheet on either side of her body.
"Is this okay?" he asks between two pleasured sighs.
Marinette slightly opens her eyes, her lips curling up into a smile which increases even more the strength of the burning fire inside his stomach. "Do I keep going?"
"Please."
Adrien feels himself smile, too, and sinks himself between her thighs again. This new position leads him more deeply into Marinette's body and the burning waves of pleasure which are assaulting him are getting dangerously closer.
Marinette's hands strongly squeeze around the sheet and a cry escapes her when he increases the pace of his hips.
"Oh, Shit— Adrien— Oh, kitty…"
That's all it takes for Adrien. His orgasm explodes, hitting him with a desperate mix of "Mari" and "M'Lady" which he says again and again.
At the same moment, he feels Marinette strongly tighten around him and gasping his name when a lightning orgasm hits her, too.
Marinette's legs fall on the mattress and Adrien falls on top of her, completely exhausted.
The only coherent thought which succeeds to find its way to his brain is that he's crushing Marinette. So, in an ultimate effort, he removes his body from hers, pulls the condom off, throws it into a bin next to his bed and lays on the mattress, short-winded, skin uptight.
Seconds pass, seconds during the only surrounding sound is their frantic breathing.
Adrien turns his face towards Marinette. Her chest quickly raises up and down, her lips parted and her eyelids closed.
"M'Lady?" he says, softly.
Marinette looks at him with her deep blue eyes and Adrien feels himself smile when he raises his fist towards her. "Pound it?"
One second. Two seconds. And Marinette bursts out laughing. "Pound it," she answers, bumping her fist against his.
Adrien brings her closer to him, enjoying the music of her laugh to his ears. Their bodies are sticky with sweat and burning with effort, but Adrien can't care less.
"I knew you had more endurance," Marinette says to him, her cheek against his torso.
He answers her with a sound between a groan and a chuckle and caresses her waist with his fingers.
"I get it, now," he tells.
"What?"
"Why it's so good."
Marinette's smile tickles his skin. "You think?"
He hums. "We're used to being in sync and perfectly understanding each other since we were thirteen, so, you know, I guess it helps."
Marinette sits up and stares at him. "You've thought about this before, haven't you?"
Adrien feels himself blush and his hand contracts around her waist. "Well… uh… you know… maybe I already asked myself how it would be to… uh… with Ladybug?"
Marinette raises an eyebrow, her hand on his chest. Her hair is freely falling along her breasts and Adrien is marveled with her beauty. "Why do you sound surprised?" he asks her.
"I'm not surprised," she answers after a few seconds. "It's just… hearing Adrien says this, you know…"
She looks away and he feels a smirk curl his lips up. "Is that turning you on?" he teases her.
Marinette's lips straighten up and she gazes up at him again, an expression soft and annoyed all at once on her face—very Ladybug.
She shrugs and lets her hand slide along his skin when she moves her body away from his.
Adrien doesn't even try to be discreet when he lets his eyes wander along her bare skin. Marinette stands up and has to hold onto the wall to not fall.
Taken aback, Adrien can't prevent himself from laughing, but he quickly turns his chuckle into cough when Marinette's dark stare meets his eyes.
"It's not funny", she says to him, her hand still on the wall.
"No, it's not. Not at all. I'm not laughing—" At the same time, she starts walking and the inflexibility of her movements makes him burst out laughing.
"Adrien!"
"Sorry, sorry," he apologises between his laughter.
But the sight is way too funny for him, to be really honest. She's walking like she just learned how to use her legs and the annoyance he's causing to her makes the situation even more amusing for him.
"It's easy for you to laugh," she grumbles while she carefully keeps moving.
"I'll be sore tomorrow, too, if it makes you feel better," he answers, a smile in his voice.
Marinette grabs his t-shirt that wound up on the couch earlier. The clothing hides her curves, falling to the middle of her thighs.
Adrien loves when she's wearing his clothes.
"Yeah, well, it's not you who has something inside you, I might add."
The way she says "something" makes him smile even more. Even after all these years as Ladybug and Chat Noir of talking about anything and everything and after all these months spent getting to know each other's body with every scar and every bump, she's still Marinette. Marinette who can be confident and full of teasing in his presence, but who can stammer and blush at every opportunity, as well.
"Watch your mouth when you talk about my something," he responds.
Marinette walks to the bathroom, in a way slightly relaxed and launches him a glance when she slips behind the door. "Oh, c'mon, you know I love it." She gives him a wink full of innuendos and leaves Adrien panting on the bed.
He shakes his head, laughing, allowing himself a few seconds of intern jubilation. He just slept with Ladybug. Ladybug.
'Ladybug,' he repeats to himself, grabbing the bottle of water next to his bed. The coolness of the liquid makes him sigh in delight.
Adrien licks his lips, putting the bottle down and languidly stretches. After he has slipped clean underwear on, he lets his legs guide him towards his room, gazing at the falling night, the flashing of lights, the shape of cars.
Without knowing why, he ends up sitting at his piano, his fingers brushing the keys, his senses focused on the musical instrument before him.
Adrien enjoys playing the piano. It always wakes a thousand and one emotions inside him. Her mother had taught him how to play, how to tune his gestures, how to bring up the most dulcet, the most intense of the melodies.
So, even if his father has turned his passion into something he has to do, something he has to know inside out, Adrien never loses sight of the fact that he likes playing it. That it's not Gabriel who makes him like it, but himself.
A deep breath fills up his chest.
Without thinking, he lets his fingers settle on the keys, playing the first song he thinks about.
When the melody starts to sound into the room, Adrien feels a pressure on his shoulders and a familiar warmth behind him. A smile on his lips and his heart beating, he closes his eyelids for an instant.
"We'll do it all…"
His eyes open right away. Marinette's voice has grazed his ear, as light as a whisper, but as strong as a cry.
"Everything, on our own."
Adrien keeps playing, enthralled by her voice.
"We don't need, anything, or anyone."
The rhythm picks up and Adrien's fingers live their own life on the piano's keys.
"If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?"
Marinette's voice turns a little more high-pitched and Adrien feels a shiver run down his spine when her hands gently caress his shoulders.
"I don't quite know, how to say, how I feel… Those three words, are said too much, they're not enough."
The mixing of the lyrics and her voice, which is hitting his body at every word, inexplicably tightens his throat.
"If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world? Forget what we're told, before we get too old, show me a garden that's bursting into life"
He keeps playing despite the emotion which is overwhelming him, despite the shivers which never stop running along his skin, despite Marinette's lips kissing his ear between two verses.
"Let's waste time, chasing cars, around our heads. I need your grace, to remind me, to find my own…"
He wants to kiss her, kiss her until he can't breathe anymore. But he also wants to hear her sing until the end of his days.
"If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?"
The power with which she's singing makes him shudder from the inside.
"Forget what we're told, before we get too old, show me a garden that's bursting into life. All that I am, all that I ever was, is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see"
Adrien feels his skin heat and cool all at once with the way she has said "perfect eyes"—how can she pierce his heart with her voice?
"I don't know where, confused about how as well, just know that these things will never change for us at all"
Marinette bends even more against his ear and Adrien is seriously asking himself how he can actually keep playing.
" If I lay here, if I just lay here, would you lie with me and just forget the world?"
She has sung this last verse with a voice not louder than a whisper. The last piano note loses itself in the enormity of his room and Adrien turns towards Marinette, his eyes looking up at her.
A little smile is floating on her lips. He notices that the make-up around her eyes isn't there anymore and that her hair is gathered into a messy bun at the top of her head. A few locks are escaping from it, prettily falling along her face.
Marinette's hands are still on his shoulders and Adrien presses his own against her waist when he suddenly pushes his lips against hers.
Marinette moans from surprise, but quickly kisses him back. No word is strong enough to express what she made him feel, so Adrien decides to bring to her lips the gratitude they deserve.
His tongue slips into her mouth, eagerly meeting Marinette's. He's kissing her with all the passion, all the love, all the admiration he has—and he has much.
His hands softly caress her waist through his t-shirt while his lips keep playing with hers and his tongue keeps tickling hers.
After a moment which seems unfairly short, but which he knows to be considerable if he trusts his burning lungs, the kiss comes to an end.
Marinette's jerking breathing hits his face at every new breath and her hands are strongly holding on to his shoulders. "What… was that… for?" she whispers with difficulty.
Adrien smiles and gently kisses the tip of her nose. "To thank you," he answers in a murmur.
Her face far enough away from his to look at him in the eyes, Marinette frowns.
"Thank you for being here."
An indescribable flash passes in Marinette's eyes. She almost imperceptibly nods, her lips pinched, and starts to move away, but Adrien grabs her by the wrist. "You don't think I'm done with you, do you?"
She raises an eyebrow, her lips slightly curled up at seeing his expression full of mischief.
"You need a real reward," he whispers against his ear, standing up.
The shiver which spreads along Marinette's arms makes him smile. "What do you have in mind?"
He can feel his own gaze becoming darker and his pupils dilate when he pushes Marinette. Her back hits the side of the piano and a slight moan escapes from her lips when Adrien lets his brush her face, from her forehead to her jaw.
He falls on his knees before her and Marinette automatically bites her lips. His hands grab the end of the t-shirt and lift it up to the top of her stomach.
An eager groan leaves his throat when his mouth gets closer to her core.
"Something like that…" The instant after, his lips lose themselves between her thighs and Marinette's moan makes him shiver—her voice, in all its forms, is truly perfect.
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •
When Adrien opens his eyes, he knows something is wrong.
He doesn't feel Marinette's warmth right against him, doesn't feel her breath brushing his skin nor her hair tickle his face.
His bed is empty.
Adrien sits up with a sudden gesture. A slight breeze finds its way through his half-opened window and the night is coming to its end, ready to be replaced by the rising sun.
The clothes which were scattered across the room when he had closed his eyes are gathered up now, as if he has imagined the past few hours.
Has he?
Adrien feels his heart beat against his rib cage and his muscles tense at the thought.
No, he can't imagine that many things. The ache which is spreading in his legs is well and truly real. And the bottle of water next to his bed is well and truly empty. And his piano is slightly displaced.
And his sheets. His sheets are completely full of Marinette's scent.
Suddenly, something placed on his night stand catches his attention. His eyebrows furrow, Adrien grabs what turns out to be a piece of paper.
His heart makes a somersault in his chest.
"My kitty,
Thank you for tonight. Thank you for being here. Thank you for being so annoying and adorable and attentive all at once.
His throat tightens and so do his fingers around the letter.
But we can't go on. Not anymore. Not before we defeat Hawkmoth, not before we deal with all our problems.
I'm sorry.
Your Lady."
A tear falls onto the paper, making the ink flow in a blackish trail.
and here it is, chapter seven!
I hope you enjoyed this cute (even though there is implicit angst), sexy chapter! and about Chasing Cars... it's one of my favorite song and it matched so well with their situation... I had to lol.
I'm currently writing chapter eleven and I can't wait for you to know what happens next! I hope you liked this chapter, let me know your thoughts!
the next chapter isn't fully translated yet but I'll try to post it in a week, ten days max.
I wish you a very good day!
lucie