Adrien's POV

I try to act normal on the way home. When we arrive, Nathalie tells me dinner is ready, and I tell her honestly that I'm not hungry and will just be heading to my room. She gives the okay, and I practically run to my room. I would actually run, but I need to minimize suspicion.

As soon as I'm in, I lock the door and transform, sending a message to Ladybug that I wouldn't be able to make patrol tonight. I don't think I could handle going that long without cleaning myself off. I detransform and head to the bathroom, stripping and turning the water as hot as it goes. I scrub myself raw trying to remove her touch. I'm not sure how long I spend in there, but long enough that Ladybug finds me.

"Adrien!" She turns the water off, hissing when she makes contact with the burning rain. My skin is pink, but almost scrubbed to the point of bleeding where Lila made contact. She yanks me out of the shower and into a fluffy towel, then out of the bathroom altogether, claiming it's too steamy. I'm pushed onto my bed and curl in on myself while still sitting.

"What happened?"

"I-I don't want to talk ab-bout it right n-now."

"…as much as I don't want to accept that, I don't want to push you too far, either. Just come to me or Mari when you're ready, yeah?" I nod. "Good. Is there anything I can do?"

"Just make me forget." I whisper and capture her lips.

She kisses as passionately as I do, slowly turning me to her. She pulls away when she starts to push my towel down, meeting my eyes to make sure I'm alright, and I appreciate it more than she will ever know. I throw the towel off of the bed and flip us over so I'm on top. She's still fully suited while I'm completely naked, but it doesn't matter to us. My dick is standing at attention by the time I pull away from her lips to trail down her neck and suckle her breasts through the suit. My hand snakes down to her opening and feels how wet she is while she moans.

"Adrien."

"Ladybug."

I begin thrusting against her. Her suit is thinner than mine, so this is the closest we have ever come to having sex. I can feel her clit against the head of my cock every time I thrust, and she cries out in ecstasy. My lips are locked with hers, engaged in a battle neither of us can afford to lose as I pick up my pace. I feel her come undone beneath me and release her lips, burying my face in the crook of her neck as I move faster to find my own release. I bite into her soft spot as I climax, causing her to cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure, and I feel a new round of wetness soak through her suit. I collapse on top of her, panting, and she runs her hands over my back and through my hair, calming me.

"Feeling better?"

"Much, though I think I need another shower."

"Maybe we both do," She suggests.

We both get up and head towards the bathroom.

I let her go in first so she can detransform to clean up before she retransforms. When she's once again in her suit, she pulls me in and cleans me herself. It's not sexual, but it's intimate. She takes her time massaging the shampoo and conditioner through my hair, then she moves on to lathering my body with soap. She massages the tension out of my muscles and makes sure I'm clean before she turns off the water and wraps me in a towel. She dries herself off before she works on my hair, lulling me to the edge of sleep. Then she pulls me to the bedroom, helps me into pajama pants, and curls up in my arms. We fall asleep with an alarm set for her to leave before she gets caught.

It's the middle of the night when I awake to m'lady tossing and turning, whimpering in her sleep. I catch little snippets.

"…Cat Blanc…"

"Marinette?" Oh shit, wait. She's Ladybug right now.

"…I'm not Marinette!" She cries out.

"Ladybug!" I'm shaking her a little, trying to wake her up.

"…I'll give you my miraculous…"

"What?!" I'm shaking her even harder now. "Wake up!"

"…You will always be Cat Noir to me…" She sits up with a gasp, tears streaming down her face.

"Ladybug!" She flinches before I turn on a lamp so she can see me. As soon as she does, she throws herself into my arms, sobbing. "Shh… I've got you, bug. It's okay." I'm rocking her back and forth, trying to comfort her. It's a few minutes later when she finally calms down.

"Th-thanks. Didn't mean for you to have to comfort me. Tonight was supposed to be about you…"

"Hey, don't worry about me. I'm feeling much better. Are you, though? Who is Cat Blanc?"

She blanches. "Please don't. Please."

"If he's bothering you to the point you're having nightmares? Even Lila doesn't do that for Marinette." Or me, I add silently. "Ladybug, you need to talk to someone about this!"

"I-I can't."

"Why?"

"Because he's the reason I can't tell Cat Noir who I am until Hawkmoth is defeated…"