The next day, Adrien couldn't wait to get out of class. He found himself checking the time every five minutes. It was almost noon and all he could think about was Marinette. He was somewhat exhausted from last night. He ensured that Marinette made it safely to her apartment as Chat Noir. Paris was too dangerous to be roaming alone in the dark, and for a woman, the risks were high. He couldn't understand why Luka would be ok, leaving her alone? Besides, Adrien didn't see the harm in wanting to keep her safe. That's what heroes do right?
"Class dismissed!" The professor yelled, snapping Adrien from his thoughts. He quickly began snatching his materials when a hand slapped against his open textbook. Following the hand-over, he found Miranda Colin, a young business major, gazing above him. She wore glasses and always wore her brown hair up. Her olive complexion and beauty were no measure to her intelligence. She had a fit body. However, she always wore relaxed clothes and paid no attention to suitors.
For an unknown reason, Miranda had been pinning for Adrien since he started at the University. Now that the semester was almost finished, she had been more aggressive with her advances. Adrien smiled politely before gently removing Miranda's hand from his book. She appeared satisfied by his touch and sat on his desk, watching him pack up his things.
"Adrien, it's a nice afternoon, why don't you come over for some lunch? I'll have my chef's prepare your favorite," Miranda's voice was welcoming and her green eyes were seductive. Adrien's father, Gabriel, had known her family for a few years now. Miranda's parents owned several local shops in Paris.
"I'm sorry, Miranda, maybe some other time," Adrien finished packing his items away and raised from his seat, "I already have plans."
"How about tonight then? I'm free, I could even slip into something...nicer," Miranda eyed him as if he were a snack. He felt uncomfortable at the way she described her change of attire. Waving his hand, he made his way past her and toward the door.
"I really can't, I'm late I have to go," he said, running out of the classroom leaving Miranda alone on the desk.
Adrien ran through the halls and out of the nearest door he could find. Looking at his watch, he saw the time was now, 12:05 pm He was late for his coffee date with Marinette. Scanning the area, Adrien ran toward the nearest hideaway and transformed into Chat Noir. Taking to the sky, Chat raced across rooftops toward Marinette. He could feel his phone buzzing within his hand. Glancing at it, He saw Marinette's name across the screen. Swiping up, he answered the call-in haste.
"Hey Marinette, how's it going?" Chat asked as he took a giant leap across the building.
"Hey Adrien, it's ok, are you ok? You sound different?"
Chat Noir neared was nearing Madam Lise's building, "Oh, Uhm, I'm fine...just a bit groggy, that's all." He landed on the building across the street from Marinette's workplace. Feeling slightly relieved, he took a quick glance again at the time. It was already 12:20 p.m., "I know I'm a bit late for coffee, were you still able to get away?" He asked, not leaving his post.
"That's actually why I was calling you...Madam Lise has been making me do extra work today. I'm not able to make it. I'm really sorry Adrien, how about another time?" She asked.
Chat Noir felt depressed, he was looking forward to their afternoon together. Sighing, he found it within him to be understanding, "Oh yeah...I get it. I'm super busy too. I was just about to call and reschedule. You beat me to it." He said, letting his feet hang from the rooftop, watching the building.
"I'm sorry Adrien...I promise I'll make it up to you. I really have to go now; Madam Lise just called a meeting. Goodbye Adrien." Before he could reply, Chat Noir heard the phone click.
"Goodbye Marinette..." Chat Noir sat on the roof for a couple of hours, before taking off to his home to relax for the evening.
Later that night, Adrien decided to sneak back out to patrol. He figured that since Chat Noir needed to be free for a while. He also wanted to check up on Marinette, if she was still at work. Since Nino would be out DJing for a party, it meant he would be alone anyway. In Adrien's mind, there were two good reasons to take off. Transforming into Chat Noir, he extended his metal staff and lifted himself through the window.
Under the moon, Chat rejoiced; for this was the time he shined. He was a creature of mystery and destruction. The night was when he could truly be himself and unleash his animal instinct. Leaping through the air, Chat took in the sweet smells from all around; the feeling of the cool breeze through his golden mane, and the freedom to be him.
It took him nearly 20 minutes to reach Marinette's job. He sat perched upon the building across the studio. From there he could see Marinette working hard on a new design. Her Hair was the same as yesterday, in a tight bun. Though her clothes were more fall fashion, orange cashmere sweater, and auburn leggings. He could tell she was burnt out from under the bags of her eyes. He wanted to pull her out of the studio and send her home. Though Chat knew how much she cared for her work, he could never intervene.
An hour passed by before Marinette shut off the lights. Chat looked at his watch and noticed the hour was now 11pm. 'Marinette, we need to discuss quitting hours,' Chat thought to himself as he took hiding behind the edged rooftop. Peeking over the ledge, Chat watched as Marinette twisted the key and placed it in her handbag.
He followed her all the way to her complex yet again. The same repetition of the night before. Chat rather enjoyed how aware Marinette was of her surroundings. As he readied himself to leave, Chat caught a glimpse of a balcony, window open. It was on the 8th floor of Marinette's apartment complex. A toothy grin appeared as a playful thought crossed his mind.
Wanting to act upon his deed, Chat could feel himself being torn between morals. Adrien would've turned in for the night, unable to cross the barrier. Chat Noir, on the other hand, wanted to explore and give in to his curiosity. Ignoring his moral beliefs, Chat used his staff and soared over to the balcony. Carefully, he scanned the area, before walking in. The room was flooded by the light of the room and decorated in a very fashionable statement.
"This would be a great place to crash after a long day of play," Chat Noir stated to himself, liking at his surroundings. After taking it all in, Chat Noir decided it was time to continue on his search, but felt himself coming to his senses. Realizing he had just crossed the line, he decided it was time to leave. However, he had spent too much time enjoying the place; forgot to check his miraculous power.
Without command, Chat Noir faded back into Adrien, causing Plagg to get sucked back into his ring. Adrien began to panic. He had just broken into someone's home and with no way to escape except the front door. Quickly Adrien rushed out the front door, being super cautious of any neighbors around. When he deemed the area secure, Adrien shut the door and walked through the hall to the nearest elevator.
He pressed the button to the elevator and listened to the beeps as it neared. When it arrived on his floor, Adrien couldn't believe his bad luck. There in the elevator stood Marinette, gazing at him as if he were a stranger. "Adrien? What are you doing here?"
His blood ran cold, as the sweat beads form against his skin. 'This wasn't part of the plan!' He thought. Adrien tried to speak, but he couldn't. 'Say something! If you don't, she'll think you're stalking her!'
In terror, Adrien blurted out what came to mind, "oh... you... look pretty."
Marinette's face changed from stunned to creeped out. He cupped his face from embarrassment; 'I know how she used to feel now.'
"Are you feeling all right?" Marinette asked, stepping out of the elevator, thinning her brows.
Adrien cleared his throat and nodded, "I Uhm... was visiting a friend of mine, I didn't know you lived here." Adrien spoke, his cheeks red with uneasiness. Caressing the back of his neck, praying, Marinette believed his lie.
"Oh? Well, I've lived here for the past two years and I've never seen you here." Marinette said with her arms crossed over her chest, appearing unconvinced of his story. Adrien felt the beads of sweat pour out. He knew there was no getting out of this mess.
Adrien stood in Marinette's presence, unable to think of an explanation. He had never done something this insane. How could he lose control? Locking Chat Noir away was a bad idea, he contemplated while twiddling his thumbs. He watched Marinette arch an eyebrow, and her inquisitive nature was unraveling his lies. Seeing no other way out of his mess, Adrien dropped his act, allowing his body to relax under the pressure.
"Marinette, the truth is..." He began but was interrupted by Marinette.
"You don't have to be shy, it's obvious why you're here," She stated. Adrien looked at her in curiosity, his arms crossed against his chest as he listened to her reason, "You're visiting Lila, right?"
"Lila? Why would I visit her?" Adrien replied unable to comprehend why Marinette would assume such a ridiculous thing. Marinette placed her hand on her hips. Using on hand, she placed her index finger against her chin.
"Well...she lives across the hall from me. Plus, she always has 'Male' friends over, but they're more for 'Pleasure'," Her words seemed playful as a smile appeared on the corners of her red lips, "I would assume that to be the only reason you're here. The rest of my neighbors are families and elderly."
Adrien leaped in terror, waving his hands around, "No, no, not a male friend. I haven't had... I mean I don't treat women like that. Unprofessional for my line of work." Clearing his throat, Adrien started pulling the collar around his neck. The room felt hot and the atmosphere uncomfortable as they continued the conversation.
Marinette's body shifted into a closed-off posture as she angled herself closer to him. Adrien could smell her lavender-scented skin, with a hint of perfume. Her complexion was flawless, as he noticed she wasn't wearing much makeup. Her bright blue eyes were as deep as the heavens above. He felt ashamed to even be in her presence, yet if it meant being near her, Adrien would accept the shame.
"Well, that's the only person who lives here besides Alya, but we share the apartment," Marinette stated, trying to contemplate who else she knew. Adrien grimaced at the idea of accepting Lila to be the reason he was visiting. However, he didn't want to reveal that he was a virgin; that he had never had a real relationship with anyone, all because he was holding out for true love. She would laugh at him.
Running his hands through his blonde locks, Adrien released a sign of defeat, "Your right, Marinette. One of my friends from the university knows Lila. He couldn't make it and asked me to stop by. I swear though, nothing happened...my friend just wanted to know her availability this week. So, he asked me to ask her since he... was busy. I was visiting a friend for a friend." He answered frantically, using his hands to try and explain his scenario. He knew the story was far-fetched, but he didn't know what else to do. The lies just kept coming out with no filter.
She gave him a questionable look, "Are you sure you're alright, Adrien? is this about the coffee cancellation?"
"No, I just...haven't been myself lately," He became quiet and shifted his gaze to his side. He couldn't believe the mess he was in, plus the lies. She would never understand if he told her the truth...she would never forgive him. He felt warmth from his arm as he turned to see Marinette holding him. Her gentle touch was enough to bring him back to reality.
"Hey, you're stressed out. Come with me, I'll make you some tea," she said in a comforting way, before walking down the hall.
Adrien heard his inner voice telling him, 'No, to just go home.' However, his strange emotions went against the advice. Walking after Marinette, he noticed the apartment she was headed toward...was the one he broke into. '! That was Marinette's apartment. I'm so dead.' Adrien's inner voice screamed as he watched her unlock the door. As she stepped into the apartment and flipped on the lights, Marinette could see that her balcony window was opened. Adrien felt an intense measure of guilt.
"Alya must've forgotten to shut the balcony door," Marinette said, walking over to close it, "Good thing we live on the top of the building. It would be extremely hard for someone to break in unless they had great skills."
"Yeah...Lucky you," Adrien declared feeling the beads of sweat pouring down his face. He wanted to die. Tonight, was one of the worst nights in his life. All because he couldn't control his curiosity as Chat Noir. Marinette must've noticed him acting sickly and gestured Adrien toward the couch. Taking off his sports jacket, Marinette took it to the closet and hung it. As he took a seat on her pearl white couch. His eyes followed as Marinette locked the front door.
"Do you need anything to eat Adrien? I have some freshly baked Macaroons from my father's bakery." She asked, wasting no time to move into the kitchen to prepare the tea kettle.
Adrien swallowed hard, and responded, "Uh, no macaroons...do you have any cheese? Preferably camembert." The question must've seemed decent as he watched Marinette from the open kitchen window, open the fridge. She brought him a half-eaten block of Camembert cheese with some crackers.
"Here you go, I have the water heating up in the kettle. Would you mind watching it? I really need to change; I hate being in my work clothes when I'm home." Marinette asked with a slight shrug and a questionable face.
Adrien's thoughts raced wild as he imagined Marinette undressing in the bedroom. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he tried to regain his sanity. 'She's just a friend; she has a boyfriend.' He told himself repeatedly as he began to tap his foot. He could feel Marinette's eyes as she waited for his answer. He rubbed his chin with the feeling of self-control returning, "That's fine, I'll watch it for you," Adrien affirmed, gazing as Marinette strode down the hall to the backroom.
'Get a grip, Adrien,' He demanded of himself, 'You haven't seen her in years. This is no way to act'. Adrien found that sitting on the couch was becoming uncomfortable. Images of Marinette half-naked kept playing in his mind. Believing it would help relieve the tension, he decided to walk around the apartment.
He noticed a small round table, decorated with navy blue cloth and flowers, near the entrance of the apartment. The living room was modern with a white faux rug and a few decorations around. The coffee table was in the middle of the living room, with a few Romance novels on the side. He turned his gaze to the wall across from him and found a regular flat screen hanging over a small wooden bookshelf. On it held a few pictures of Marinette and Alya's life. The apartment walls held various designs of Parisian art, which fascinated him. As the kettle whistled, Adrien made his way into the kitchen to ready the drinks. He discovered that Marinette had already prepared a tray, making his job easier. Pouring the water into each cup, Adrien picked up the tray and brought it into the living room.
While sitting on the couch, Adrien lifted the cup of tea to his lips and waited for Marinette to reappear. After several minutes passed by, Adrien heard Marinette's bedroom door open. His green eyes enlarged as she neared. Her raven hair curled down to her shoulder blades. The white tank top allowed Adrien to see every curve of her. To top it all off, her high waist, red velvet pajamas, and shorts revealed her long, sculpted legs. As Marinette yawned, stretching her hands behind her head, Adrien felt his mouth go dry. He crazed her; feelings of lust and desire rushed through him. It was as if she were a goddess in human form and she was driving him to madness.
He became uneasy as she shot him a friendly smile, moving gracefully over to the couch. Adrien couldn't help but continue to watch her every move. She was fascinating and he couldn't get enough of her. She lifted the teacup to her lips, taking a few sips before turning to meet his gaze.
Marinette snickering as she eyed him, "I hope the tea isn't that bad. I don't usually have company over. At least not this late."
"No, I..," Adrien realized he was obsessing over her, shaking his head he began scooting away from her, "I... just have a lot on my mind. The tea's great."
She shot him another inquisitive glance. Adrien knew she was going to think he was strange now. 'What's happening to me?! I need to stay focused and get out of here.' Adrien told himself as he shifted his body deeper into the couch.
Marinette leaned closer to Adrien, her face mere inches from his. He felt his tongue hitch in the back of his throat. Her scent of lavender caused his arousal to intensify. Without warning, Marinette placed her palm on his forehead. She seemed concerned and worried as she spoke, "Adrien, you're burning up... is there anything I can get you?"
"Marinette...I think I should leave," Adrien started pushing her hand away, "I really enjoyed the visit," lifting himself off the couch, he noticed Marinette getting off the couch with him. Freaking out, Adrien lost his balance and feel broke through the coffee table. The drinks and ingredients splashed all over him.
"Oh my gosh! Adrien, are you ok?" Marinette asked, hovering over him if he could tell she was concerned based on her body language. Adrien grunted in displeasure as he slowly crawled out of the mess and lifted himself off the ground. Glass was everywhere, the tea and milk had not only stained his clothes but Marinette's white rug. He felt the granulated sugar against his skin, including a few cuts from the glass shards.
"I'm fine..." He looked over his mess and back to Marinette, "I can pay for new items for you. I'm really sorry Marinette." The hot drink really did work; it helped snap him out of his desire for Marinette. He felt the stinging pain of its heat burning his skin under his shirt.
"Adrien, let's worry about that later. Right now, I think you need to shower," Marinette advised carefully stepping over the mess. She went to touch him, but he backed away. He could barely control himself as it was, he didn't know what would happen if he felt her touch. Adrien saw Marinette back away, holding her hand as if she had done wrong.
"You can take a shower here; the guest bath is the first door to your left. Nino sometimes spends the night here. He leaves himself some spare clothes, I can go grab some for you." Marinette lifted her head. Adrien felt bad and agreed. Walking into the bathroom, Adrien started the shower and stripped down.
(*WARNING* MATURE SCENES AHEAD*)
The hot water poured over Adrien's aching body; the burn on his skin stung, as he bathed. He had never been so clumsy. He was raised to be perfect. Why was he a different person around Marinette? The sensations he felt were completely abnormal. After removing all the sugar and tea mixture from his body, he shut the water off. Grabbing hold of the towel that was perched on the towel rack, he began drying his body off.
Plagg flew out of the pile of clothes that laid strewn in the corner. The little kwami laughed in amusement, as he teased his master, "You're really messing up tonight! The king of perfection is now the king of destruction." the laughter from the kwami was so intense Plagg could barely breathe.
"I'm sorry buddy, but I've had enough bad luck for one night," Adrien murmured.
Before Plagg could interject, Adrien pulled off his ring, causing the magical creature to vanish. Placing the ring on the edge of the sink, Adrien let his posture relax as he grasped the edges of the countertop. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was a mess and his body was marked with damage. His chest was covered in blisters from the tea, along with a few cuts. He cursed himself for being so careless. Adrien heard a knock on the door, causing him to retreat from his observation, and wrapped a towel around his waist.
Opening the door, he saw Marinette standing there with a pair of clothes in her hands. He chuckled as her cool composure melted away as her eyes scanned his body. He could see her blush as it spread from cheek to cheek. Turning her eyes away from his body, she extended the garments into his chest, "Here are those clothes I promised you, I hope they fit."
Slipping his hand underneath Marinette's chin, lifting her to meet his gaze, "Thank you, Marinette." Without thinking, he leaned over and placed a delicate kiss on her cheek, "I'm sure they'll fit just fine."
Accepting the garments from her, Adrien shut the bathroom door, leaving Marinette outside touching where his lips were on her skin. He examined the clothes that she had given him. With a roll of his eyes, he looked up to the ceiling, "Is this a joke? What have I done to deserve this embarrassment." Adrien asked.
The shorts were plastered with Ninja turtle cartoons and mid-thigh length. He tried to put the shirt on; however, he found it was too tight and left it off. Adrien looked himself over in the mirror and threw his hands up, "I look ridiculous." He stated to himself, gathering his clothes and ring.
Exiting the bathroom Adrien found Marinette on her hand and knees, cleaning up the mess. He walked toward her, laying his items on the kitchen bar, and picked up the broken pieces of the coffee table. When he caught her glancing at his body, Adrien couldn't help but feel good. As they rolled the rug up, Adrien lifted the rug up and placed it on the balcony.
He turned to find Marinette's eyes intensified as she examined his bare chest. Lowering her gaze, a snicker escaped her, "I'm sorry, those were all I could find. You make them look good though." She teased walking toward him.
"It doesn't shock me, Nino's always been into those characters," Adrien said sarcastically, looking over the woman in front of him. She couldn't stop staring at his chest, her hands twitched upwards. Adrien figured Marinette wanted to examine his burns. Grabbing hold of her hands lightly, he placed her fingers on his abdomen.
His skin tingled as the tips of her fingers slowly grazed each muscle on his upper body. He was holding back every urge to grab hold of her. To lavish her body in ways, she never thought to imagine. Resisting his temptations, Adrien lifted her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb. Alarmed by his gesture, she withdrew her hands and stepped away from him.
"Thank you for helping me, Adrien," She rubbed her forearms nervously as she kept her focus on him, "I couldn't risk Alya coming home to that, and if Luka..."
Adrien felt a pain in his chest at the mention of Luka. He crossed his arms over his chest, embarrassed to be half-naked in Marinette's presence. "I'm sure they would assume the worst." Adrien finished her sentence, causing her to nod in agreement.
"I'll go get your clothes washed Adrien," She stated, going to the counter to grab his garments. Adrien's eyes widened as paranoia swept over him. He left his ring in the clothes, grabbing hold of Marinette's hand. Adrien pulled her body against his. Unsure of how to explain himself, Adrien did what came to his mind.
Crashing his lips against hers, Adrien wrapped Marinette in his arms. Marinette fought against him but quickly gave into the embrace. He felt her arms wrap around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. He wanted more of her; he could feel himself losing control as he slid his tongue into her mouth. Adrien was pleased when he heard a moan escape Marinette. Breaking the kiss for a moment, Adrien quickly lifted her over to the couch and laid her down. His body laid on top of her, caressing every inch of her exposed skin. As she began to moan, Adrien captured his lips with his own once again. Tracing the bottom of Marinette's lips with his tongue, he gently bit down and suckled. Using his hands he traveled under her shirt and proceeded to feel her luscious skin against his own.
"Adrien..." Marinette moaned into the kiss, "We have to stop," She declared as she pushed lightly against his chest.
Adrien tried to get a grip on his emotions; he tried to stop, but he wasn't strong enough to resist the temptation. Grabbed hold of the back of her thighs. Adrien rested them against the sides of his body. Allowing his hands to roam up her thighs and back to her abdomen. He felt Marinette wrap her legs around his waist as she released a growl from the rear of her throat. Being this close to her felt right. It was like they needed to be together. They both pulled away for air, with lustful eyes.
Adrien moved his lips down, tracing small kisses and nibbles along the side of her neck, all the way to suckle the lobe of her ear. She reacted by tugging on his hair, knowing her body was growing weak in his arms. "Adrien..." She moaned, making him want her more than he already did.
Digging his torso against her abdomen, Adrien lifted her shirt off to reveal her breast. Tossing the shirt to the floor, he slipped his head over to nip at her breast, making Marinette arch her back in desire. She cupped the sides of his face, bringing him back up to meet her gaze. He could tell that he wanted him by the way her body danced with his. Lifting her up once more, Adrien captured her lips and carried her into the bedroom.
Placing her back against the bed, Adrien placed kisses from her lips to her abdomen, using his hands to trace the outline of her body. He could feel goosebumps rise on her skin with each graze. When he got off the bed to shut the door, Adrien heard sounds of whimpering. Turning around, he found Marinette in tears with her arms crossed over her chest.
Feelings of betrayal and a ruined relationship crossed his mind as he realized the consequences of his actions. 'What have I done, none of this should've happened. I'm complete scum.' Unable to shake away the regret. Adrien found a throw cover on the bedroom chair. Grabbing hold of it, Adrien laid it on top of Marinette's body.
"I'm sorry, Marinette. I'm so sorry," Adrien whispered to her, before walking out of the room. He didn't mean to cause her any pain. He didn't want any of this to happen. Marinette was his old friend, and he never wanted to harm her. Picking up his items, Adrien was about to head out when he heard Marinette calling for him.
He went to her calling, dropping his clothes to the ground (all but his ring, which he placed back on his finger), and prepared for the worst. Which he ultimately deserved for almost giving in to his wicked temptations. When he reached Marinette's bedroom, he found her sitting up with the blanket wrapped around her. The tears on her face were wiped away by her hand.
"I'm sorry Marinette...what I did was unforgivable. I understand if you never want to see me again," Adrien began, watching as Marinette sat there drying her eyes.
"Adrien, we both gave into the kiss," Marinette stated, smiling as she faced him, "I just feel unfaithful now. I've never done that before." Marinette admitted.
Adrien almost dropped his jaw, at her confession, "You and Luka haven't?"
"No, we haven't done anything except a few kisses here and there," Marinette raised from the bed and stood in front of Adrien, "So I'm not mad at you...I'm mad at myself."
Adrien couldn't believe Marinette. She was forgiving, honest, and sweet to the very core. He admired her character. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Adrien pulled her close to him. Nuzzling the top of her head under his chin.
"I promise, I won't do that again. You're not unfaithful, Mari. I just lost control..." Adrien admitted breaking their embrace, "I will do no harm to you, I swear."
"Thank you, Adrien," Marinette smiled at his choice and continued, "It's late, why don't you stay over. You can leave early in the morning before Alya arrives."
Adrien wasn't sure about the idea of staying the night with Marinette. After what just happened or could've...he was one-hundred percent against the idea. However, his heart spoke first, "That sounds like a good idea. Where should I sleep?"
It was 7 am and Alya was exhausted from working at the news station. When she entered the apartment complex, the first thing she did was drop her bag and tossed her heels across the room. Quenched from a long night, Alya went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. On her way, she noticed something was off about the living room. Grabbing a croissant, she went back to the living room, to see her rug rolled up on the balcony and the coffee table in pieces. "What in the world..." She said to herself.
She thought the entire scene was strange. Two explanations came to mind; either Marinette fought a supervillain in the apartment OR she and Luka finally did it. Turning her attention back toward the front door, her second assumption was proving to be extremely accurate. She saw a man's clothes, along with Marinette's tank top sprawled on the floor.
Smiling in a devilish manner, Alya couldn't resist revealing the truth. Quietly, she headed toward Marinette's bedroom, turning the knob, and she peeked in to see Marinette cuddling with someone. Excited and elated, Alya rushed in to congratulated her friend on losing her virginity.
"Congrats-Oh My...what the hell is this!?" Alya yelled, her glass nearly falling from her grip over the shock. Alya saw Adrien and Marinette in a romantic embrace, appearing to be naked under the blanket, fast asleep. Her eye started twitching and her tiny body shook with anger.
"What the hell is this shit! I get off work to come home to this shit!" Alya shrieked at the top of her lungs.
Her cries startled Marinette and Adrien awake. When Adrien saw Alya standing at the doorway, he jumped out of the bed. Marinette used the blanket to cover herself, terrified of Alya's rage. The only thing running through Adrien's mind was how he would explain this. He knew nothing happened last night...but the way things appeared spoke volumes. Adrien stood beside Marinette, covering his chest with his arms, waving at Alya, dumbfounded.
"Huh-um hey there A-Alya, how was work?" Adrien stammered, grinning like an impulsive person. Alya narrowed her gaze at him; "I know what it looks like, but I swear nothing happened."
When Alya noticed Adrien wearing Nino's shorts, her anger faded to confusion, "Are those... my boyfriend's shorts?" She asked with a raised eyebrow and arms folded against her chest.
Adrien and Marinette frantically tried to explain what had happened last night. Only to be interrupted by a knock on the apartment door. Everyone stiffened at the sound and turned to Marinette. Her complexion was sickly, as if she had seen a ghost.
"I forgot, Luka is walking me to work today," Marinette stated, turning to Adrien in fear. Adrien scolded himself, 'I knew this was a bad idea.'