Chapter Four: Choices Made in Pain
Marinette giggled softly as his digits skimmed her bare shoulder in the waning sunlight, and she pulled free from his grasp before she lurched forward, running across the open expanse by the Eiffel Tower with him close on her heels. The fire and electricity dancing down her ivory flesh made her feel more alive than she'd been in years, and it'd been so long since her soul had felt so free of trepidation and responsibility….pain and anguish.
"Can't catch me," she teased softly, ducking under agile fingers as Luka snatched for her arm playfully.
"You're pretty quick," he admitted, chortling, lunging again, and missing by breaths. Mari felt the warmth of his body by millimeters, and it made her heart skip several fractions. The bluenette pivoted, faltering, and Luka snared her waist at almost the same instant. He trapped her, bringing her to the grass in a secure embrace, softening her fall.
"Got you," he whispered, smiling with all the sincerity his smile entailed, and her heart melted with all the warmth and secret promises in his drowning hypnotic eyes.
"You got me," she whispered back, smiling just as brightly.
He'd been the perfect gentlemen all day, allowing her to cry when she needed to cry…allowing her to be childish when she wanted to be childish. He let her be carefree and whimsical and it felt incredible. It was liberating to be with someone that held absolutely no expectation of her, whether it was as Ladybug or as Marinette.
Her fingers instinctively reached down to skim his cheek, caught up in his relaxing beauty, and she straddled him, but Luka's hands tightened on her hips, and Marinette felt his immediate excitement pressing into her core, enticing her forward. Would it be wrong to give in to someone who actually wanted her? It may not be love, but it was attraction…at the very least. She liked…Luka. Right? No expectations…no…complications…just being together…
Their lips touched, and Mari's stomach coiled into a seething knot of aching. She wasn't positive if the sudden surging wave was pent up feelings from…Chat, but it was thick in her chest, and made it hard to swallow. Despite his obvious arousal, Luka seemed careful to let her lips draw the pace. The bluenette was unsure, her movements languid and nervous against his soft mouth, making him smile as he pulled free.
"We don't have to if you don't want to. Even kissing, Mari. I don't expect it from you, honestly." One of his hands left her hip, and the cold immediately licked along her body at the loss, but his fingers pushed a stray piece of hair from her eyes. "I'm happy just to be with you," he murmured softly.
"I c-can feel you, Luka," she whispered, blinking from inches away.
She watched the rose color seep into his cheeks, but he chuckled. "Well, yeah, I didn't say I didn't want you. I find you incredibly sexy, Marinette, in more ways than just physically, but I'm still happy just to hang out." His palm cupped her cheek, and he lifted his head enough to kiss her chin.
It was her turn to blush, but the bluenette was sure her face wasn't a soft pink color. Instead, her ears and cheeks burned, probably cascading with a fierce shade of crimson. She tilted her head down before he could retreat, capturing his mouth more boldly, surprising the musician.
This time, she allowed the self confidence to cascade into her soul, and she rocked her hips a little, applying pressure, delighting in the noise he made, which she swallowed hungrily into her mouth. It was a divine sensation that she wanted to repeat, so Mari drew herself along his body again, and Luka shuddered, his own lips starting to move desperately against her, and it…fueled something inside her stomach as they both moaned their pleasure.
The knot that started off as a miniscule ball of heat entangled further, emitting electricity each time she caused this delicious friction with Luka's body, and she wanted more. She needed more.
"L-Luka," she whimpered throatily, fingers going to his shoulders, but his hands pushed against her hips, stilling her attempts to continue inciting desire in both their already trembling bodies.
"Mm, M-Mari," he whispered, pulling back by fractions. "If at all," he groaned, staring up at her through heavy lids. "Not here," he said firmly, swallowing so loudly so could hear it, and she noticed the flutter of his pulse against the side of his neck.
"Wh-Where?" Marinette asked automatically, making Luka's eyes widen before he frowned.
"W-We shouldn't rush," he said, sounding pained. "You've h-had a bad day, and I d-don't want you to make an impulsive decision and come to regret it later," he murmured.
She sighed, feeling part of her heart crumble with his words. "Correction, I've had a great day, with you."
Mari's words pulled a smile from the man, but as his mouth opened to respond, an reverberating hiss started them, and she scrambled to her feet automatically, heart pounding with an overwhelming sense of guilt before she could understand why.
"Fornicating in public is against the law," Chat snarled, prowling closer on all four like a predator stalking his prey. His movements were graceful, stealthy…but threatening, and she swallowed audibly. The dark look in his eyes sent a shiver down her spine, but…heat filled her gut again.
"W-we weren't!" Her voice was shrill, and she saw the twitch along his right eye, his prosthetics flattening just a little as his tail slithered along the ground before making an angry slash through the air, dropping again to swish in jolting long motions.
Luka was standing beside her now, clearing his throat. "We apologize for the position, Chat Noir, but we got a little carried away. It won't happen again."
"You're right, it won't," he growled low in his throat, bright emerald eyes flashing in the twilight as he hovered near but never coming within reach. "I think you two are done for the night. I can't chance having indecency on my patrol."
"We weren't b-b-being indecent," she argued weakly.
He tilted his head towards her, the movement jerking and rigid, and his smirk was bitter. "I have excellent hearing, young lady, and those weren't public noises you were making," he spat. She dropped her eyes to the grass, toeing it for several seconds before the metaphysically bristled feline spoke again. "Now, who is taking the ride home, and who is walking?"
She frowned. Ride? She looked up, and Chat's eyes were averted, but he had his baton in his agile fingers, sitting back on his haunches, waiting for their answer. Before she could protest, Luka answered.
"Of course Mari can go with you, it would be safer that way," he offered, sighing. "I can find my own way home."
"Fine," the hero replied, moving towards her, but she hopped backwards, shaking her head rapidly. The sudden movement surprised everyone, including herself, and her eyes widened.
"Or w-we," she gestured at Luka and herself, "could go together," she whispered shakily. Chat opened his mouth, presumably to bite out another protest, and she squeaked. "Y-you could accompany us b-both to make sure there's no further wrong d-doing and quickly get back to bigger and better hero business," she muttered, blinking. "After all, securing us both somewhere private would be more ideal, right?"
Marinette knew her partner's face well, and the feline looked like he'd rather eat Hawk Moth's secondhand scraps, but he clenched his fists. "I don't see any fault in the suggestion," he bit out carefully. "On your way," he gave his head a jerk, spinning his baton with a fluid ease she knew well. "I'll be watching," he warned, vaulting off.
Why…was he so upset? It had seemed…reasonable to her…Okay, so he might have been surprised to catch her in such an awkward position, and yes, in public. It might have thrown him off a little. After all, Mari was usually the picture of law-abiding, so maybe he was just…overreacting a little in his shock…
She frowned. "C'mon Luka. I think he likes to move fast," she breathed, her heart clenching more tightly than it should have.
***POV Change***
He didn't like it at all. What was Marinette doing out, cuddling in the dark with a man she barely knew? It was dangerous.
Yeah, that's why it bothers you. Plagg's tone bit at his mind with microscopically precise hooks, and he flinched as he skipped effortlessly over the roof, staring down at the couple…the two individuals, walking briskly towards the bakery. They were almost there. Luka could drop her off, say goodnight, and then the musician could be on his way. After all, it was growing late. There was no need for them to continue lingering.
Chat's boots scuffed the dwelling as he slid to a halt across from the boulangerie patisserie. They hesitated, looking awkward, and his night vision enhanced the darkened setting enough to outline the rapid undulating of her breasts, and the fidgeting of his hands as they stood just inches apart.
Move along, his own inner voice demanded.
"Th-Thanks," she squeaked, making his faux ears flicker against his soft golden locks.
"Anytime, Marinette, truly. If you ever need me, you know where to find me."
Without warning, Mari lunged, kissing him, and Luka's hands were drawing the bluenette against his body until there was no space between them. Chat's blood was set aflame, and his tail bristled with anger at the sight. He couldn't stop them from kissing. There was nothing indecent about kissing in public, though, in that moment, part of him wished there was.
Figure out why you're mad yet, kitten?
His brows pulled together, his claws scraping at the brick of the roof, tearing chunks off the building. "Because she's too hurt to be making a decision like this," he growled dangerously. Plagg offered a tempered sigh, and the blonde could almost feel him rolling his eyes. "What? If you have something to say, just spit it out, old man," he hissed. "If not, stop taking vague jabs at me!"
Kid, I hate to break it to you, but they're only vague if you're Adrien Agreste
I could never live a day without you by my side, Princess. The ghost voice murmured somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind, barely breeching his consciousness, but it echoed, with forceful effect, making him recoil, violently.
The feline hero sneered, and he whipped his head so quickly black spots paraded along the range of his vision. "What is that," he demanded of his Kwami as he clawed at his own scalp, endeavoring to dislodge the phantom entity, managing to cut a swath of blood behind his right ear with his middle finger for his efforts.
Calm! Kitten!
Crimson gushed down behind his cartilage, flowing freely to warm the flesh of his neck, delving beneath the collar of his suit, sticking uncomfortably beneath the leather near his shoulder.
"What am I hearing!?" He pressed a palm to the self-inflicted wound, cringing at the sting of it, cussing silently under his breath. He was going to have fun explaining this one. No Akuma. No fencing. Father was going to be thrilled.
It's…me...and you. Plagg's voice was hesitant now, and then he growled. Let me explain later, please. It takes too much effort to speak and fuel you.
The boy tipped his head backwards, gathering in a steadying breath, pulling his hand from the gash, staring at the scarlet fluid coating his suit, but nodded. "Yeah, okay," he agreed. However, that didn't mean he was leaving, yet. "You sure make enough energy to mock me," he pointed out, smirking.
Although the reply didn't come, he could feel Plagg glowering.
` Dance with me in the beams of the moon, my knight? Her hauntingly beautiful voice taunted his soul, tearing a hole where his aching heart was already splintering, and Chat tilted to his knees, gasping for a decent breath of air as his throat tightened with agony.
He clutched at his neck, suffocating, until the feeling passed without warning, pitching him to all four, and he almost puked with the relief, coughing. "B-Better be a g-good explanation," he sneered, sniffling around the sting of tears in his eyes, both from his resurgence of breath and the emotional turmoil.
Chat managed to find enough languid grace to push up to his feet and ambled towards the ledge again once he'd regained his composure. He still wasn't leaving without checking in on his Princess. Marinette was gone. Luka was nowhere to be viewed, so he pounced with his superior muscles, thrusting with all of his might, and landed with plenty of room to spare on the top of the blunette's building.
After a breath or two of comprehension, his heart faltered, more times over than he cared to count as the sounds he didn't want to admit he was hearing carried to his sensitive ears through the closed skylight, but still…he edged closer.
No, kitten, turn away…
He couldn't. He wanted to, desperately, but he needed to know exactly who….how…why those beautiful noises were leaving Mari's body. It was the only thing driving his form forward, pulling him towards the portal, and he peered inside.
Everything within his body shattered as he stared down at the pair. They…they were…
The lights were off, but even without the special power his Miraculous provided, the moonlight streaming across her bed was clear to see enough. They weren't naked but it didn't really make his chest hurt any less in the end.
Mari's body writhed beneath the musician, her face contorted somewhere between giggling and pleasure as his mouth played along her bare shoulder. Luka's hips were nestled between her soft thighs, and the bluenette was missing her shirt, only kept modest by her pink lace bra. The man had discarded his own shirt too, his bare skin pressed flat into her body as he ground into her, and Chat winced as she keened, looping one of her legs over his waist, pressing her bare foot into his ass.
She still donned her pink shorts, and he still had his black jeans on, but…it was…
"L-Luka!" She moaned desperately, tipping her head back, and her nails scraped light pink lines down his broad muscular back, making the feline cringe, sniffling. Beneath that…beneath the initial…excruciating torture…he felt…livid…unjustifiable…rage.
After an agonizing eternity of watching her pleasure at his hands, she actually noticed his leering eyes, the blue orbs widening in surprise, and he saw the shock ripple over her face. Luka was too lost in the delight of the soft swell of her breast to notice, but Mari licked her lips nervously.
Would she stop? Would she tell Luka to stop? Would she apologize? He wasn't sure what he was expecting…but it sure wasn't…what she did.
Marinette bit her lip, and nudged Luka down her body, gasping more loudly than Chat found necessary. "M-More," she moaned. "I want more."
He didn't need to stay to pick up the pieces of his broken insides. There wasn't anything to put together. The other side of him, the livid animal, felt if he stayed…he might Cataclysm the building into a black hole. Neither option seemed worth pursuing, so Chat Noir disappeared from the night.
Author Note:
Wow…Marinette, I just…can't with you right now -_- hence some of the OOC notes. That was a…shitty thing to do, if I do say so myself. What in the world was that woman thinking? We'll probably find out next chapter…
Faefolk11, Loving the pun! You are worthy of Chat yourself! We're agreed on the Luka front, especially in MY stories..I'm a MariChat whore all the way, and of course, that leads to Adrinette (of course) so…no spoilers…but they'll probably end up together :P Hm…they MAY be flashes of passed lives ;) *bows humbly* I'm glad you love the epics *hugs*
Kazza2182, yes, that's EXACTLY what he can't grasp…such a dense…dense boy *shakes head* I'm glad you don't mind! I fully intended this to be all fluff and not an epic piece. Ugh. Glad you're looking forward to it!
Italian Guest, believe it or not, staying out in the cold rain for hours only makes you suspectible to getting sick, it won't necessarily make you sick. I've done lots of research…I do research on lots of things when I'm writing. I try to be as accurate as possible. It lowers your enzymes and such blah blah and makes it harder for your body to fight germs if you come in contact, but it doesn't directly make you sick :P STILL WORKING ON FMHAN…almost done with the next chapter…I think and yes..the reveal might be nasty…
Trying414, yeah…they're suffering in this one…
Alitablake, It's okay to be new, I'm rather new myself! My girls got me into it just a few months back and I got caught up fairly fast myself! I'm glad that you're enjoying it, and I hope you continue to enjoy the ride! ^_^
Darealdruna, yeah, probably just a little. She can rationalize all she wants, but her heart belongs to someone else, so it's still using…she's not doing it intentionally…if that helps?
Mayrualover, well, I'm glad that you're hooked ^_^ here's another chapter for you! Hopefully you keep coming back for another fix! This an addiction that I hope you enjoy and is healthy for you!
NotOften, Not a problem at all! I try to please the fans, and I'm a fast typer, and despite working full time and having three kids, I write as often in between all that with all my spare time (when not cleaning and doing mom duties etc) so it gets done. I want to be an author full time so I treat fanfiction just the same as any other deadline, like it's a serious thing, because it is. Without you guys, I'm nothing, and I love that it makes you guys happy! I'm hoping you continue enjoying and this chapter was great too!
