Chapter Five: Forgetting the Guilt
Marinette felt displaced for a lingering fog induced minute, and when she moved, there was a hard body pressed against her back, skimming her soft skin to incite a licking trail of need she couldn't quite identify. An arm was draped loosely over her bare ribs, thick digits curling across her body, nestled securely under her hip. His legs were entwined with hers, and for a moment she stilled, but quickly relaxed when she felt the material of his pants against her bare calves. They still had some of their clothes on.
Mari's slender fingers lifted cautiously, rubbing over her trembling lips with intense reflection as she opened her eyes to find the familiar room still cast in shadow. Was the night not gone? Was the morning just breaking? How long ago had she fallen asleep in Luka's arms? He was so warm and calm it was hard not to find peace in his welcoming embrace…even after…she'd…
The bluenette swallowed around the pulse erupting in her throat, and released a shaky breath amidst her swelling apprehension. Mari could still feel Luka's mouth on hers, drawing a tingling sensation along the sensitive plump flesh…and his lips on her skin…moving lower. Even now it made things in her body incredibly tight and wet. However, beneath that delicious sensation, something else gnawed heavily in her chest.
Betrayal? She wasn't sure if that was the right word. Guilt? Maybe, but she knew part of her was in agony, and this, as good as it was, didn't feel altogether right. She'd just wanted to be carefree and let go, but seeing Chat last night had ruined it.
He'd appeared near the Eiffel Tower, which hadn't been strange, since that was their patrol check-in point…and a place they hung out together as their alternate hero identities, but when she saw him, through the glass, spying on her pleasure, on an intimate moment…not meant to be shared, it sent ripples of destructive emotion through her body.
She'd felt amazing…until she saw him. Instead of feeling liberated, all of her tumultuous self-doubt came tumbling into sharp relief, and she stared up into those…suddenly…foreign emerald eyes, because she, in that moment, found she couldn't read her long time partner. In that eternal moment, he looked like a stranger, staring down at her.
Was he angry because she'd claimed to love Adrien and was in bed with Luka? Was he…jealous? A spark of hope, and God, she'd felt instantly awful for harboring it, as it ignited, unabated through her body. He'd said he wanted her, but did he really?
Why had he sat there, staring? She hadn't been able to take it, because the more he leered…all she could do was picture…picture…she wanted…Chat on top of her…carving a path of desire down her body with his sinful mouth as his hips thrust against her.
A tandem set of thoughts conjoined in her heart at that singular, pivotal moment, staring up into his earnest orbs, and she'd barely been able to resist. She wanted, desperately, for Chat to be the one licking down her body, enforcing a trail of chaotic fire along her flesh, however; she also wanted him, the man who had…abandoned her, turned her away, to see that she was, indeed, desirable. Other men did want her.
If he could see that Luka wanted her, then maybe, in some dark part of his mind, he would understand she wasn't just some plain ole Marinette.
She wanted to feel him kissing her, touching her, and she'd reacted, with just that thought, pushing Luka down, but her mind was only on one person. Mari had pushed the musician further along her trembling form, begging for more, because she…she'd wanted Chat…to want her. She wanted him to see that she wasn't just…a castaway, and at the same time, she was imagining that it was him pressing his mouth down her form to encourage the pleasure knotting in her quickly coiling body.
However, it only took…one second of mental aching to cause that look on his face. Anger. She'd never seen his face contorted into something so…monstrous before. It had chilled her bones and blood, and…she'd immediately needed Luka to stop.
What made things amplify to a force beyond her control, tangible to an entity that threatened to wreck her life beyond grasp was Luka's complete understanding. He had stopped. He didn't ask a single question, and he didn't harbor a single ill thought when her body had suddenly turned cold to the prospect of them finding pleasure in one of another.
It was okay, and it had made her want to….warm herself against the man even more. She felt her mind, body, and heart being ripped into different directions. The musician's utter compliance with her want and need made her feel safe, but…Chat...was…her partner…and someone she had trusted with her body…and life for so long. She felt like she was falling into a cavernous expanse of confusion. Was it wrong to likes both men?
She needed to way to get over her feelings. Probably for the feline, as he apparently didn't want her. He had said he desired her, but that furious look and the way he'd turned away, twice, proved otherwise. Maybe Mari should just give in to completely to Luka?
She wriggled a little in his grasp, shifting to face him, and he stirred a little before her soft fingers played along his chest. Her lips brushed his gently, and his sleep filled eyes fluttered open for a moment before closing, and he made a small sound in his throat before clearing it.
"Mari?"
The bluenette released a soft giggling sound, pressing her lips more firmly this time before she spoke. "Sorry to wake you, I couldn't resist," she whispered. Her hand skimmed down to his hip. As her thumb delved a little into the front of his waistline his orbs slid open again, endeavoring to focus on her face, and she grinned, biting her lip.
"Something on your mind?" His voice held a teasing edge, but it was also somewhere between aroused and sleepy.
"Not if you're too tired," she admitted, sighing, pressing her lips to his chin and then to his neck gently.
Luka's fingers snared her hips firmly, pulling her against his body, and Mari moaned loudly as she felt his hardness press into her. The bluenette looped a leg over his hip, pushing into his chest so he rolled onto his back, surprising the man as she straddled his body, grinding against him so they both released pleased sounds.
His hands gripped her rounded ass, and he sucked in a loud breath as he stared up at her. "W-What are you doing?"
"Mm, monsieur, it looks like I'm fucking you, after a fashion, so let me work, hm?" She grinned, feeling more confident as she rocked and his head tipped back, nails digging into her plump flesh. She repeated the motion, dragging a hiss of delight from Luka's lips, and one of his hands left her ass, sliding up to her stomach gripping her full breast through her bra.
Mari put one of her own palms against his chest, covering his hand with the other as she leaned forward to capture his lips, and the musician fed on her hungrily, thrusting his hips up to meet the rolling of body eagerly, and she panted into his mouth. The fire spreading through her navel was gaining pressure and it felt amazing, tied to a string, pulling taut inside her core.
"L-Luka," she keened, and it…still wasn't enough as his hand explored her back, coming back down to grip her rounded backside again as she rocked into him. There were too many barriers.
She groaned, frustrated, and pushed back, unsnapping his pants. "M-Mari? I thought, uh, we agreed we'd wait to-?"
She smiled up his body at him. "Trust me?" Her voice had gotten lower, and she wasn't entirely sure how as she peeled his pants and boxers down his body, but he nodded carefully, watching her. The bluenette's eyes widened as she stared at his suddenly free cock, licking her eager lips before she lurched forward and wrapped her mouth around his tip, fingers gripping his base.
The cry of pleasure emitting from his throat made it worth the urge, as it wasn't what she'd planned to do. She began sucking softly, reaching down with her free hand to undo her shorts, and Luka's fingers tangled in her hair.
"G-God, Mari!" God, the sound of her name on his lips, and how good he felt made her body shudder, even as she pulled free from his hardness, eyes glistening with heat.
"Mm, I'll have to continue that next time," she teased, and even in the dark she saw the bright flush to his face.
The bluenette wriggled her shorts and panties down her legs, moving up to straddle him again, and rubbed her hot wetness against his cock, curving her back, crying out with pleasure now that there were no layers between them.
"Y-Yes!" She was surprised at the word leaving her mouth, but her fingers found his chest, looking for an anchor, and Luka's own hands returned to her backside as he pushed up into her grinding, moaning loudly.
"Mari!" His nails cut into her flesh, but it felt good, and she found a rhythm that bordered on frantic, riding against his throbbing arousal, feeling it slide along her moist entrance and aching clit, enticing a line of friction through her body she'd never experienced before. She was losing herself in it, and sweat quickly gathered along her forehead, in the roots of her hair as she tipped her head back, crying her pleasure softly.
Luka's desperate hands pulled her down to meet his body, and she found his torso was as damp as she felt, the heat creating a film of perspiration as he claimed her mouth, forcing their bodies over so he could garner the dominate position. She whimpered into his mouth, but he didn't stop moving his hips, allowing her to feel that wonderful pleasure the entire way as she snaked a single leg over his waist.
"Luka," she groaned against his mouth, and his digits were hastily undoing her bra. She might have protested, but it was gone with ease, and his mouth left her lips to tease one of her hardened nipples, and the explosion came. Her nails scraped down his back without reservation, and she screamed her pleasure, finding that his hand slid over her lips to muffle the sound as her back curved almost violently, body trembling with the sudden relief. God, it was amazing, it was good.
When she was able to gather a decent breath of air, she flattened herself along the bed again, panting, and a giggle left her throat. She wasn't sure why, or if it was even appropriate, but it happened, and her body felt a little achy.
Luka smiled down at her, brushing wet strands of hair from her face. "You okay there?"
"S-Sorry," she giggled again, covering her face with her hands. "That was...um…really good?" Okay, that sounded dumb. "I don't know why I'm laughing, I'm really sorry," she whispered, erupting in more giggles as her body developed a fine tremble, and she dropped her digits.
His grin broadened as he kissed her slick forehead. "It's fine," he teased. "Don't worry about it," he chuckled as her laughter continued.
Mari tried to frown, but she'd sputter, and shook her head. "How is this fine?" She sunk her teeth so hard into her lower lip she drew blood, gasping in surprise.
Luka's eyes widened, and his thumb caressed over her injured mouth. "It…it's just the hormones, Marinette, it just means you feel good," he whispered. "It's okay, really," he said concerned, swiping over her lips again.
"O-Oh," she blinked, licking her mouth, grazing his finger, moaning softly as he shivered against her.
"H-Have you really never laughed after an orgasm?"
"I've…never had an orgasm with another person…" she tried slowly.
She felt his entire body still, and he blinked, several times, swallowing audibly. "R-Really, Mari? I would have been sure you would have…had at least one boyfriend."
"N-No boyfriends," she admitted, turning her face away, tears stinging her eyes. "I don't know why you'd think that. I'm just plain."
The man sighed, hissing under his breath before forcing her to look at him. "You're not plain, Mari. You're a gorgeous young woman who deserves more than you think. The fact that you think so little of yourself breaks my heart," he grumbled.
Her cheeks flushed brightly, and the blunette captured his lips. "You're amazing," she said honestly, biting at her wound, wincing. "Do you want to…uh…"
He shook his head vigorously. "One, you're already on an orgasm high, so you're good," he teased, kissing her back carefully, licking her bite a little. "Secondly, your first time should be special, not rushed because I wouldn't want to let you go to school," he murmured. "I don't think your parents would like me much for that."
She blushed harder, wrapping her arms around him, closing her arms. "I like you, Luka," she said honestly.
"I like you too, Mari," he whispered back, kissing her head.
***POV Change***
Adrien wasn't up for Plagg's explanation when they'd arrived home. In fact, one pointed glare from the blonde had silenced the normally opinionated Kwami, for once.
He had drifted in and out of a dreamlike conscious state most of the night, his mind swirling with images of Marinette's face contorted with pleasure, Ladybug's smile, and the ghost voice infiltrating his mind without tangible words. In the end, he didn't get a wink of rest, but he still pried himself from the oversized plush bed, pulling on his clothes for school.
"Kid—"
"Shut up, Plagg," he snapped, feeling the anger rolling along every inch of his flesh as he threw an unneeded shirt across the room. "I don't want to hear your voice right now," he growled while he pulled on his second shoe, grabbing his bag. "Don't ask for any extra camembert either," he warned.
The obsidian cat huffed, but floated over with careful skill, dropping into Adrien's open pocket as the teen left for school.
***Later that morning***
Marinette was late, but he watched, with jealousy, anger, worry, fascination, concern…a storm of emotions, as she charged in, nearly toppling over, forty-five minutes after class had commenced.
"S-Sorry!" Her shrill voice made him cringe, and as she apologized she bowed to the room, but her stare ignored his direction as she ascended the steps to her seat towards the back. Of course she would ignore him, why would he expect any different? She had liked him for a long time and he'd…crushed her, basically, apparently, according to Alya.
He felt his relationship with Marinette fracturing, leaving a great chasm he was desperately trying to patch, but he wasn't sure how to fix it. How do you stay friends with a woman who cares about you, when you love someone else? Also, he found her incredibly attractive to the point he had almost submitted to her body and mind the other night despite how he felt bout Ladybug.
Mari tore his inhibition up, shattering his will into pieces he couldn't discern, but that was the foreseeable problem. He had sworn himself to Ladybug, and if Adrien…Chat Noir was nothing else…he was a loyal man.
Something tugged at his mind as his emerald orbs strayed towards her form. Still, her words, that night, nagged at him, but he couldn't pick out exactly which ones. She'd said something false, or something wrong? What was it? His throat double clutched, and Adrien cringed, staring at the top of his desk.
"Dude, what is wrong with you?
"N-Nothing," he waved Nino off in a hoarse whisper, trying in a defeated attempt to collect his rapidly scattering thoughts.
The thought of her smell dominated his fragile mind, and he thought…that maybe…perhaps, he wasn't as loyal as he thought. Blood rushed to his groin, and he groaned, shifting uncomfortably in his seat as he tossed a glance over his shoulder in her direction. Why did she have to throw a wrench in everything? Not another woman on the planet could make him question his resolve.
The bell rang, making him gasp, but before he could gather a semblance of coherent thought, the two girls were rushing by, tittering in hushed voices, and he shoved his books into his bag in a hurry, trying to dash after them. Nino snagged his arm preventing the hasty movement, and he fought every feral bone in his body not to unleash a nasty growl to erupt from his lips.
"Are you sure you're okay? You seem off today…yesterday."
Adrien swallowed several times before he trusted his voice, nodding. "I j-just have a lot on my mind," he admitted honestly. "I'm debating my life choices."
"O-Oh, do you want to do that o-over a g-game?"
His intense emerald orbs regarded his friend's rigid behavior, and he gathered in a steadying breath of air, narrowing his eyes. His 'tail' bristled, the predator in him alerting his body that something was wrong.
"You're stalling me," he accused firmly, and Adrien saw the flicker in Nino's demeanor.
"Y-you're my b-bro, Adrien, but Alya's my chick," he responded, as if that answered everything, and really, it did, after the conversation he'd had with the journalist.
"Fuck," he whispered, shoving the last of his books into his bag, pulling the large strap over his shoulder so the heavy accessory nestled against his hip. He saw Nino's wary expression and offered a quick, albeit, tight smile. "I'm not mad at you, dude," he teased. "I understand you have to be loyal to her, no hard feelings," he said truthfully. "However, I have to run," he groaned, doing just that.
The model burst out of the front doors of the school, his eyes scouring for beautiful blue pigtails when he noticed Alya and Marinette near a curb. They laughed, without a care in the world, which seemed to break his cracked soul
that much more. She didn't care? How could she have….taunted him so the night before without thought and still find no regret in her actions?
Power seethed beneath his veins, and his Kwami vibrated against his skin, almost violently, as a warning, and the blonde grit his teeth, watching in dismay as the woman flitted happily with her best friend. He watched a motorcycle sliding to a gentle halt near where they stood, and their chorus of giggles erupted through the open courtyard, making him wince before Mari hugged her friend, whispering private words.
The blunette sauntered confidentially forward, tapping playfully against the dark black helmet of the rider, and his heart and stomach did a free fall as the cyclist pulled the safety gear off, revealing a handsome musician beneath.
Marinette clasped her hands behind her back, but she wringed her hands nervously like a young child, before she lurched forward, capturing the man's lips. He didn't hesitate in using his free hand, not occupied with grasping his helmet, to pull her into him, and their kiss dissolved into something that didn't really involve public speculation.
"A ride for my lady," he cooed, pulling a second sleek obsidian helmet, and she tittered, taking it deftly from the blue-haired man, tugging it over her head.
Mari climbed on the bike behind the man, wrapping her arms around him, and before Adrien could utter a word of protest or discontentment, they were pulling away.
"Fuck it all," he snarled, grinding his teeth, clenching his jaw as Plagg pulled more tightly against his skin, even through his shirt via the pocket he liked to cuddle in.
"Problem?" Alya's voice seemed innocent enough as she approached, but he'd never wanted to throw a punch more, especially against an unarmed woman.
"Nope," he replied brusquely, turning from her prying, investigative eyes. He didn't need her scrutinizing. "Everything is fine," he continued, the lie making his tongue feel swollen in his dry mouth.
"Right, that's good," she muttered, unconvinced, as the delayed Nino joined their ranks.
"How about the three of us hang out tonight?" The DJ was completely oblivious to Adrien's stilted state, but Alya snorted.
"I'm sure Adrien is too busy for that," she countered, and his green eyes narrowed.
"Oh c'mon, when is the last time we hung out together?" The boy played with the brim of his hat nervously, nudging a bit of the guilt coiling in the blonde's heart. The look in Nino's innocent eyes had both parties melting and they both sighed, grumbling.
"Okay," they said in tandem. Although, he'd much rather be spying on Marinette to find out what she was doing…but he couldn't disappoint his best friend.
Author Notes:
Sorry for the DELAY…was working on this AND FMHAN…also, two important notes. I TRIED…really to understand motorcycle laws of France at 2 AM this morning…and I couldn't…so…we're going with it, so anybody who DOES completely understand and…if Luka at 19 (almost 20) shouldn't have one…I'm sorry because I TRY to be accurate with writing whenever possible…PM…or whatever. Let me KNOW! Secondly…yeah, I can't ALWAYS make Marinette OR Adrien pure virgins…I find it unbelievable..though she IS at this point…still a virgin…but yeah, life doesn't necessarily…really work that way as most people know. You can love all you want but it doesn't mean you save yourself for them. Shit happens *shrugs* I don't find people to be less for it.
Trying414, honestly, I (myself) feel more bad for Adrien *shrugs* but that's my opinion, but I wouldn't worry much :P
Mayuralover, You're absolutely correct. He didn't say he wanted to BE with her, which makes it open season…and I guess…we're waiting on the explanation since Adrien is in a wound up mood. I was honestly getting a little bored with making her the 'perfect virgin' because in reality, that doesn't, honestly, happen as often as you like. Plus, if Chat/Adrien loves her as much as he does, it won't matter if she has had relations with another man in my humble opinion.
Kazza2182, It's definitely…BOTH. Mostly it's the Miraculous magic though. He was TRYING to figure it out…and it wouldn't let him. Plagg's response will have to come another chapter because our blonde hero is in a…tiff, lmao! Hope you're okay with that ;) Yes, it is HUMAN nature to want to feel love and connection, especially when rejected. I don't think she's a bad person at all for going to someone who GENUINELY cares for her at all. It's real enough, it just isn't the full 'enchilada' in her case.
NotOften, well, I certainly appreciate the enthusiastic sentiment, I'm sure I'm not the only working mother with a writing habit ;)! However, I am VERY glad to have you as a 'loyal' follower, I use the term loosely because I don't want to make you feel obligated to stay if you get bored ^_^. It was, however; a bit heartbreaking for Chat, as he didn't understand what was going on her head, and now that you've seen this, hopefully you understand MORE of what was going on in hers. It was a hell yeah moment for me too, because even without the thought process behind it for me, I was like, get um girl, he wants to cast you aside, you get yourself some! LMAO
Italian Guest, I'm glad to see you're still with me…and damn right…mmmmmm…a Chat pinning me to the wall…having his way will ALWAYS…be…my preference *blushes* ;) yes…it was mean..but hopefully you…get why she did it.
Norikins, *humbly bows* I'm glad you can enjoy each story and see the small/large differences in character development I try to employ. It's hard especially if you have a specific model in your head for them. Thank you for being with me! Hope you enjoyed!
PositiveCharm416, Here is an update for you new name! Thank you, very much for joining me, and hope you enjoy!
