Adrien's POV

I get Marinette's text and blanch. Shit. I turn to Alya.

"What has she supposedly been doing?" I seeth.

Alya looks meek, and as though she's trying to comfort me. "It's okay, Adrien. We care about you. We're you're friends… We just want to protect you… Lila told us she saw her… m-molesting you. Like…against your will…"

There is no way to quell the flames roaring at such an accusation. The fact that the person actually touching me without consent would say that about the one person who makes everything better…

"First of all, if she had been molesting me, I would tell someone with the power to do something about it, not you. Second of all, my sex life with Marinette is between her and I. Tell Lila she needs to mind her own fucking business before I bury her in a lawsuit so fucking big she'll never see the light of day. The fact that you would even consider believing something like that after all Marinette has done for you shows me exactly what kind of a 'friend' you are. You tell everyone if I ever hear anything remotely close to that come from anyone's lips again, they'll be speaking to my lawyers for slander."

Alya goes pale, but still manages to hold her ground as I turn to walk away.

"It's not a far leap after all of her stalking! Do you know how many schemes she made to try to get close to you? She stole your phone!"

I whip around and get in her face so she can feel the rage emanating from me. I can tell it works in the way her pupils dialate and her breath quickens. She backs up a step.

"Alya, that girl was your best friend. And you fucking betrayed her. I know all about this, but if I hadn't, I don't care how far gone you think she is, you should have never betrayed her trust by telling me. Don't ever even consider yourself my friend after this. And stay away from Marinette." She's shaking in fear at my thinly veiled threat, and I stalk away before anyone can corner me again.

Did I actually know any of those things? No. Do I care right now? Also no. I can address them later.

I run to the roof as quickly as I can, my own rage and fear for Marinette fueling me, but also the panic attack I can feel closing in. I need Marinette.
I throw open the door to the roof and see her pacing, holding scissors as tears stream down her face, but no fresh cuts have been made.
"Marinette," I breathe in relief and run to her, wrapping her in my arms. I hear the clang of the scissors as they fall, and she wraps her arms around me just as tight.

"I didn't do it… I wanted to… but I didn't…" I hear her whisper. I squeeze her tighter, but now it's more for my comfort than hers.

"A-Adrien, you're shaking." I can't respond, my breathing coming too quickly as I hold on for dear life. She rips herself out of my arms to look at me and goes pale. "Adrien, breathe!" She grabs my face in her hands. "You were there for me, now it's my turn. Focus on me. It's just me. Just you…and me. Try to follow my breathing. In… and out…"

She makes exaggerated breaths like I did last night. I don't think she even realizes her slip. I try to match her, though. "Good. Again. In… and out…" I can still feel the panic clawing at me, even as I match her breaths.

"Tell me three things you hear."

"What?" I'm thrown by her seemingly random statement.

"Tell me three things you hear."

"Um… I can hear…" I think about it. "I can hear the cars on the street."

"Good. What else?"

"I can hear people talking… students getting ready for the day."

"One more."

"I can hear you. Your breathing. It's slow…calming."

"Good. How do you feel?"

I assess myself and find I'm significantly calmer than before. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"A lot better, actually… thank you. How did you…?"

"It's a grounding technique. Focus on your surroundings. It gets you out of your head and into the present. I was researching different ways to cope with panic attacks… I wanted to be better for you…" She looks down, as if ashamed, and I lift her head and stare into her eyes.

"There is nothing wrong with you. I love you the way you are, but I am glad you were trying to find other ways to express your pain to avoid hurting yourself. …You even managed to help me…" I look away, ashamed I let Lila get to me again.

"Yeah…wasn't expecting that. Want to tell me what that was about?" She tries to meet my gaze, but I drop my grip on her face and turn away from her, letting out a long sigh.

"Not particularly, but you deserve to know…"

"Adrien, you don't have to-"

"No, I do. This involves both of us. I didn't care when it was just me, but now she's involving you, and it's not right."

"…what are you talking about?" She sounds worried, and she should be. This kind of accusation is nothing to be taken lightly. It can ruin someone's whole life. But I won't let it ruin hers. I refuse.

"The reason it took me so long to come up was because I wanted to know what they were accusing you of. I wanted to drop everything and run to you, but something in my gut told me to find out what they were saying, and I was right to listen."

"…how bad is it?"

"Just shy of rape and murder." I put out there bluntly, watching her expression as she freezes like a deer caught in headlights, then watching as her soul seems to crumple in front of me. She stumbles in shock, and I reach out to steady her.

"I…I think I need to sit before I hear anything else." I help her sit on the roof against the wall before lowering myself next to her, our sides touching for comfort, but wrapping my arms around my knees as I continue.

"Alya told me that Lila said…she had seen you molesting me. Touching me against my will." I hear her sharp intake of breath but I continue before she can say anything, before I can lose my nerve. "It's funny that she would have the audacity to accuse someone of doing that when she does it every time I work with her."

I can feel Marinette go rigid next to me, but she doesn't say anything, as if she knows I need to talk about this.

"At my last shoot, she basically told me I could either date her, or she would tell the tabloids I'm sexually harassing her. All the while, she was running her hands over my skin, and I couldn't do anything about it. I went home and skipped dinner, opting to scrub myself raw in the shower to try to erase the feel of her. I'm putting together a lawsuit… I just have to hold out until then, but the fact she could say that you would… you're the only person who makes it better. Well, and Ladybug, but… she's the one doing those things to me, and she's trying to accuse the only person who gets me through it… I just snapped. I couldn't handle it. And I know I was coming up here to help you, but I needed you…" I sneak a glance at her.

"Adrien." She pushes my knees down and climbs into my lap, straddling me as she cradles my face in her hands. "You never have to feel bad for needing me. I will always be here for you." She searches my eyes. "I love you. And I will never force anything on you without your consent. I might push your boundaries…" She smirks a little bit before she softens to a genuine smile, "but I will never take away your choice. I will always stop if you tell me to. I need you to know that."

"I do. And… I hope you know that the same is true for me."

"Of course, I do. I play the villain in this relationship, remember?" She winks and moves her hands from my face to wrap around my neck. I grab her hips so she can't escape when she hears my reply.

"Oh, obviously." I make sure to sound sarcastic before I move into sly. "Although I did hear something about phone thievery?"

"What." She freezes.

"Someone told me something about you stealing my phone. There wouldn't happen to be any merit to that claim, would there?" I tease, watching as she turns red and starts to squirm in my lap.

"N-no, of course not! Why would I do that?" She laughs nervously.

"Well, that's what I was hoping to find out. Maybe you sent a picture you didn't mean to?" No reaction. "Texted the wrong person?" Still no reaction. "Or left a voicemail you regretted?" Bingo. She squirms, trying to get away, but she only succeeds in making me hard.

"Oh, so it was a voicemail! Well, I would love to know what kind of voicemail would make you steal my phone. Did you call me when you were doing something dirty?" I tease, grinding into her to emphasize love. She blushes a fiery red but crosses her arms and huffs indignantly.

"We were just kids! I thought I hung up and was talking to Alya about you and I called you Hotstuff… maybe it doesn't matter now, but it was a big deal then!" She pouts.

I burst out laughing, causing her to pout more.

"When did this even happen?"

"A couple years ago. Remember when they were unveiling the Ladybug and Cat Noir statue? I broke into your locker while you were at fencing practice…" So that's why Ladybug was late…

"My little klepto." I say, pulling her so not an inch of our torsos is apart. "You know, you're kind of hot when you're being bad."

"Does that mean I won't get punished?"

"Not a chance." I mutter lowly before I claim her lips. I push her skirt up as we kiss, feeling the skin of her thighs until I get to her ass.

I pull away from her so I can ask, "No underwear?"

She pants as she responds, "In all honesty, I forgot this morning, but you boys keep destroying it anyways."

I smack her ass.

"You shouldn't forget. What if someone were to see up this skirt? This sight belongs to me and Cat Noir." I palm her ass as I speak, causing her to moan. That's quickly cut off by another smack, causing her to squeak and grind into me.

"How much should I punish you, hmm? Or maybe I should leave it to Cat Noir… You did miss his big day to steal my phone…" I'm grinding into her as I say this, gripping her ass tightly as she moans.

"I think I'm going to leave it to Cat. I would much rather focus on rewarding you for not cutting." She beams at me with hooded eyes, and I claim her lips, grinding against her.

She meets me thrust for thrust. As we move, I bring one hand around between us to finger her clit. At the same time, my mouth detaches from hers so I can trail sloppy kisses down her neck. When I reach the junction, I nibble and suckle until there's a bright red mark showing the world she's mine. She's writhing frantically, and I can feel she's close. I bite down as I pinch her clit to send her over the edge. She loudly calls my name as she releases, so I quickly release her neck to claim her lips and muffle her screams. We don't want to get caught right now.

As she comes down from her high, she realizes we now have a new problem: the wet spot on my pants, right above my aching erection.

"Shit. Your pants…"

"I have another pair. You think I go anywhere with you without bringing extra clothes?" I quirk a brow at her.

"So the only real problem is…"

"My raging hard on for the half naked girl in front of me?"

She blushes, "Yeah. That."

"I can take care of it. Don't worry about it."

She seems to be contemplating something.

"You going to tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

"I think I know what I want for my reward… for going to class the other day."

"Oh?"

"I want to watch."

"Watch?"

"I want to watch you take care of it."