Getting Ready
Hey there, hope everyone's doing well, and here's a oneshot for ya! This idea just kinda popped into my head a few days ago and well here we are. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir doesn't belong to me.
Tonight was a big night for Marinette yet she didn't feel nervous at all. That wasn't to say that she felt indifferent about learning that she was receiving the biggest award of the night at one of the biggest award shows in fashion—quite the contrary in fact. When she'd received her invitation she couldn't sit still for the rest of the day; and if you thought that that's probably where her husband stepped in, you'd be wrong. Oh no, dearest Adrien sat back and watched his wife be beside herself with excitement and an endless supply of energy, with genuine amusement.
That was back then, now that the night had finally arrived she was calm, still excited but calm. Marinette sat in front of her mirror, in their bedroom, putting on her earrings before standing up to get one last good look at herself in the full length mirror. She wore white sandal heels that matched her pearl necklace and white pearl earrings—her Ladybug earrings were safe in her purse and her hair was done up in a bun. The real showstopper was the dress itself, a Marinette original of course—a navy strapless ballgown dress with a leg slit on the left side. The skirt was tulle and pooled at her feet and black lace decorated the bodice. A confident, pleased smile took over as she twirled around in it, satisfied from head-to-toe with her look. It was at that moment that Adrien walked in and stood at the door watching his wife with what could only be described as breathtaking awe.
Adrien had always seen Marinette as beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, radiant; you name it. The woman he married was beyond incredible and looked even more so in whatever she wore, and even when she doesn't wear anything, he thought with a playful smirk. But there were still moments when she would leave him stunned, when seeing her would hit him with enough force to knock the very breath out of his lungs.
This was one of those moments.
He walked over to join his wife, not any less impressively dressed as she was. He still wore his father's brand but over the years Marinette had started designing outfits for him as well. It started out as a joke between them when they'd just started university. Marinette had been busy sketching a blazer she'd wanted to make for Adrien's birthday and when the day finally came for her to give it to him, he'd loved it so much that he'd jokingly suggested she design something for him to wear for a formal event he was to attend with his father. To his surprise she'd actually gone through with it and showed up at his apartment that weekend to ask what style he'd wanted and to take his measurements. That had been a fun weekend he wouldn't forget anytime soon.
For Adrien, he got to marvel at her endless talents and loved wearing her clothes. For Marinette it was about making her already good-looking boyfriend even more good-looking while doing what she loved. It was also bringing her fantasies to life about seeing Adrien wear her designs and outfits she'd always wanted to see him in.
A complete win-win situation.
Marinette noticed him walking over from the corner of her eye before he came into view in the mirror. He wore a black three piece suit—black pants, a white shirt with a black waistcoat over it with silver buttons. His blazer had the signature 'G' logo of his fathers brand and his tie was navy to match Marinette's dress. And over his blazer, which also matched her dress was the long navy overcoat draped over his shoulders—Marinette had made it for him and with it they were without a doubt, best dressed.
"Just gorgeous." she remarked when he'd reached her and stood behind her, admiring them both in the mirror.
"I was about to say the same thing about you." he put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her on the cheek. Without saying a word she responded to his mischievous stare with a cheeky smile, she knew exactly what he was thinking because she was thinking something similar.
"You know..." he started, his voice low and breathy right by her ear, "There's nothing I want more than you out of this dress right now." he kissed between her shoulder blades and continued up slowly to the back of her neck. The sensation made her shudder, his trailing kisses set her skin ablaze. He took full advantage of the knowledge that her neck was her favourite place to be kissed, being as ticklish as she is she'd told him that whenever he did, it sent tingles throughout her body. He let out a cheeky chuckle when she leaned her head to the side, and reached up to caress his face when he kissed the side of her neck—his own heart beating rapidly at her responses to him. She opened her eyes, still under the charm of his kisses but met his fierce gaze with her own in the mirror before she turned around and faced him.
"Not as much I want you flat on your back on our bed." she traced her finger over his lips which he took between his teeth. And like a trigger had been pulled they came together in a searing kiss, Marinette closed her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss as he backed her up against the wall, and closed what little space there was between them. He broke away from her lips to kiss her jawline and down her neck, the moans she let out and the way she bit her lip in response electrified him.
"No hickeys," she said breathlessly but smiling nonetheless, "Unlike you, my neck and shoulders are exposed." her next set of words hit him in ways he couldn't describe. "Only you get to see those marks."
Adrien silently agreed but didn't slow down at all, in fact his hands went down her sides until his hand reached her thigh, exposed due the slit in her dress. He suddenly loved this dress even more as Marinette wrapped her leg around his waist and moved her hips forward and damn had that affected him. The result of that little move, that little grind against him made his head dizzy as he gripped her thigh tighter and groaned, and that triumphant laugh of hers certainly didn't help calm him down.
Things took a turn when Marinette combed her fingers through his hair and brought his lips back to her own as she nudged him back, towards the bed. When the back of his feet hit the base of the bed he sat down, Marinette straddling him immediately while their lips never separated. She bit his lip and slowly pushed him down until he was on his back—just how she wanted him.
"My turn." she whispered in his ear as she planted kisses down over his sculpted jawline while her hands loosened his tie and undid the first few buttons of his shirt.
"You're lucky I haven't done my makeup yet," she smiled against his skin, "Otherwise you'd be covered in lipstick."
"Pity..." he sighed as she began kissing his neck, "That's my favourite part." and that was the last word he got in before his mind completely shut down and intense pleasure coursed through his veins as Marinette bit down onto his lower neck. He shuddered in delight as she sucked on the skin. That was absolutely going to leave a mark but like she'd mentioned before, at least his would be hidden; her treasures for him hidden just beneath his shirt.
Her name escaped his lips desperately, achingly, lovingly again and again as she treated his senses; he squeezed his eyes shut as if the action would help manage being completely wrapped up in the heaven that was her. He loved it, he loved her so so much. And not just physically, every part of him had fallen for her without fail. When they'd started dating in high school he was determined to make sure she felt just as loved as she'd made him. And even now, five years into their marriage and he still felt the same way. She opened up his eyes in ways he didn't think possible and he'd always be grateful to her for bringing the sun into his life and seeing him in such a beautiful and genuine lens, maybe one day he'd see himself the same way she saw him. Anytime he'd felt unworthy of her she'd show him just how much she disagreed with that sentiment. She loved him so purely and she was never afraid to tell him or show him, sometimes randomly and sometimes intentionally. He knew quite early into their relationship that he was going to marry her someday. And when she'd said yes, he was sure his heart would stop. Adrien Agreste, who was more than excited to share his surname with the woman he loved, was a very happy man.
The amusing thing about this situation was that although he'd been the one to initiate this now pleasingly intimate moment, all of this could be traced back to Marinette's insistence that they leave the house, and arrive at the venue with plenty of time to spare. Be it an award show, fashion show and red carpet, movie premiere—they'd start getting ready a lot earlier than was necessary and the result of that was having plenty of time for... this. Yes, Adrien was the offender most of the time because, if she was going to look so stunning at every waking moment then he was going to kiss her. That's just how it was. And since this had been happening for years now, Adrien had started to suspect that she'd have them get ready early on purpose. Not that she'd ever admitted it to him whenever he'd asked of course, but her teasing smiles were enough to make him suspicious.
The man she loved—even long before they'd began dating, the man she was married to, viscerally responding to her touch did more than send her heart rate up. His moans, heavy breathing that she could feel on her skin, the way his one hand travelled all over her and the other dug his fingers into the back of her hair and most importantly—the way her name insatiably escaped his lips made her want to hear it again and again. Marinette broke away from kissing his neck to take in the beautiful sight before her—the dishevelled look suited him really well, thanks to her actions she might add, their faces barely apart, their breathing in sync and she knew her eyes matched his own, shimmering pools of fulfilled desire.
"I love you." she spoke against his lips before leaning in for another kiss.
Xxx
Marinette headed downstairs, white purse in hand, looking ready to step on to the red carpet that awaited them, as glamorous and elegant as could be. Adrien came down not long after, they were both still glowing from earlier moment. She didn't miss the way he lovingly looked at her as he joined her by the front door. He took her hand and kissed it. There was time for pleasure and hot moments but, now was a time of celebration and he was more than ready to join his wife being honoured for her excellent work she'd done this past year. He was immeasurably proud of her.
She closed her hand around his as they walked out together after locking up. Before they got to the car though, Marinette had stopped them, looking like she was in deep thought before a teasing smile broke out on her lips. Adrien waited for her to reveal her latest thought.
"Oh and just so you know," she leaned in. "When we get back home, this dress isn't going back upstairs with me." she let out a cheeky laugh when she saw his surprised yet excited reaction.
Adrien watched his wife unlock the car and climb in the passengers seat, shaking his head from side-to-side in disbelief that she'd said that so casually. Not that she'd never done that before but she'd always remind him how bold and confident she was and it was so..., what was the word? It was so alluring of her, so charming and he couldn't even lie, it was so damn sexy.
He shook his head, snapping out of his endless internal admiration of his wife and joined her in the car.
Tonight was going to be a great night.
And there you have it, just quick little snippet into their married life and I gotta say I really had fun writing this. Hope you enjoyed it as well.
Well that's it from me,
Until the next story:
Ketsui Tasogare :-)
