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Marinette placed a couple of drinks on to the bar table, her blue eyes scowling Alya as she giggled by her side. The headache that throbbed throughout Marinette's skull didn't get any better, and the loud music that boomed throughout the club didn't exactly help her situation either.
"Y-You didn't say anything about me to him, did you?" She was almost afraid to ask. The way Alya had been leaning up against the bar table kinda told her that they had been talking for quite some time.
Alya was always trying to be a wing woman and even though she wasn't aware that the relationship between her and Adrien was a little rocky, she was still always trying to ship Marinette with someone who seemed decent enough.
"Why do you always assume people talk about you, huh?" Alya asked, a subtle smirk on her lips as she began to pull the shot glasses off the shelves and place them onto the serving trays.
Marinette blushed, her hands trembling as she grabbed the sanitizing cloth from the bucket of solution that was just below them.
"I-I mean... when I walked in you both looked up at me. What am I supposed to think?" Marinette mused, a frown on her lips as Alya laughed, filling up the shot glasses with whiskey.
"I think you're just being a little bit paranoid," the brunette teased. "But I do suggest talking to him a little. I took the dance floor for you so you guys have a bit of time to know one another."
Marinette reached up to pinch the bridge of her nose, the tension in her head only growing.
"I'm not really in the mood to socialize."
Alya shook her head, lifting the tray and glancing back at Marinette.
"That's too bad," she replied. "We had such an amazing time not talking about you." The female teased with a grin before she turned and exited the bar.
Marinette widened her eyes, remaining still as she had felt so small and lost.
"Y-You know I don't believe you!" Marinette shouted through the music, her blue eyes following Alya who rounded the corner of the bar and disappeared into the dance floor.
Her blue eyes lowered, her heart jumping in her chest the moment Luka came into view with a genuine smile. The male waved at her, his eyes possibly brighter than the sun at the sight of her. Marinette blushed deeply, tucking some hair behind her ear. She pressed her lips together as she awkwardly approached the bar counter with a shy smile.
"H-Hey," She breathed, placing the sanitary cloth on to the bar top and casually began to wipe it down. "I was hoping to see you here. It's been awhile." Marinette felt her heart race, it was incredibly awkward for her, especially because not too long ago she had plans to sleep with him.
"Yeah! I've been playing a few gigs, locally, but I was finally able to make some time for myself. I was thinking about you," The male replied with a grin. "I don't think I ever got a text from you."
Marinette folded the cloth and placed it to the side. It didn't look like a busy night as it was usually never busy on a weekday, so Marinette was hopeful for an easy day. Every now and again she'd get a patron who would come for a drink after a long day of work. Those were her favorite kinds of guests.
"Sorry, I've been getting a lot of work done lately. I just moved into a new place, and things are pretty hectic." The blunette replied, intentionally leaving out that she was actually too busy off getting married and preparing for a wedding ceremony that she probably was too terrified of.
"That sounds pretty exciting," Luka replied, his blue eyes remaining connected on to hers. "So Alya tells me you sing. I was actually looking for someone to participate in a duet. Preferably cover songs so that it's not too much pressure, but I thought it would be fun to do."
Marinette gulped, her heart sinking into her stomach as sweat immediately began to bead at her hairline. She knew they were talking about her when she walked in.
Alya was a total liar!
But then again, Marinette already knew that Alya was teasing her when she said she wasn't. The female blushed deeply, reaching up to rub her cheek bashfully as she tried to formulate a proper explanation.
"I-I don't sing! I mean, I do," She sighed, already feeling embarrassed at how fast she jumbled her words. "I just... don't do it as a hobby, or to entertain people." she explained, clearing her throat.
Luka perked a brow, his thumb brushing his chin lightly as he took her words with interest.
"You don't? You wouldn't consider it? Alya tells me that you're really good at it."
Marinette pressed her lips together. There was a reason why she was so good at it, but she wouldn't have discussed it. She just met Luka, she didn't want to give too much away and scare him off.
"I don't think I'd be comfortable singing in front of large crowds," Marinette explained, her blush deepening. "Alya wasn't even supposed to know. She kinda just walked in on me and the rest is history."
Luka nodded, a grimace appearing on his face the moment he observed Marinette crossing her arms and closing herself off.
"That's alright. I understand. I wouldn't make you do something you aren't comfortable with doing." The male assured, offering her a small smile in hopes that she would open up to him more.
Marinette frowned, reaching up to rub the back of her neck.
"I'm sorry, Luka." The blunette breathed glancing down.
Luka shook his head, keeping his hopeful smile on his lips.
"Then how about a private duet? Just the two of us," he offered. "It'll be a perfect first date."
Marinette blushed, her heart racing at the thought of dating Luka. She had so many mixed feelings about everyone she shared her life with. She was a complete mess.
She had to admit that Felix was placed in the back of her mind, but Marinette had been discovering a new set of feelings that came into light that she had been denying as of late.
It just didn't make sense to her.
"I... I don't know..." she reached up to hold on to her warm cheeks. "I guess it doesn't sound too bad," she glanced up at Luka shyly. "As long as we aren't in front of a crowd."
Luka grinned, placing a hand to his heart in a gesture of solidarity.
"Cross my heart. It'll just be us two. The only audience you'll have is me."
Marinette chuckled, slowly biting her lip as she contemplated. She exhaled, hoping that this wasn't another one of her bad decisions that she had been making lately.
"O-Okay," she replied reluctantly. "Just let me know what song you want me to sing. That way I can practice before we meet up. I don't want to look stupid."
She chuckled nervously, her eyes glancing up at Rose briefly. Marinette had to make it appear like she was doing something. She couldn't be caught chit chatting by the boss, or Rose would probably give her something tedious to do.
"I can send you a few links of the lyrics. If you want to get a feel of the tunes, there are videos on YouTube. I can send you a list, and whichever one you resonate more with we can do," Luka explained, reaching into his pocket for his phone.
"If there's a song you want to do that you already know, go for it. But don't forget to make it your own." He added, glancing up at her from behind his phone screen with a warm smile.
Marinette nodded, her heart squeezing at the thought of singing in front of Luka. It made her incredibly nervous. The blunette cleared her throat, before she glanced back up at him.
"C-Can I get you a drink?" Marinette mused, desperately attempting to make it look like she was working before Rose caught her. "I know you ordered yeager. We have whiskey on the menu for tonight. Or I can mix some juice and vodka for you instead."
Luka smiled, noticing her bashful stutter. He really was intrigued by her, and had an interest in knowing her, but he didn't know how much she was willing to offer him. He was lucky enough to get a name and a number, he didn't want to push too far.
"How about I buy you a drink instead?" He offered, resting his arms against the bar top. "I don't recall you ever accepting it the last time I was here."
Marinette rubbed her blushing cheek, her heart began to throb in her chest painfully and she quickly glanced back at Rose who was banking down the till.
"That's because I don't think my boss allows us to have drinks on the job. We're allowed to have fun, but we're also here to work." Marinette explained, offering him an apologetic smile.
Luka averted his glance from Marinette to the tattooed blonde who banked down the tills behind the bar. The male carefully turned over towards her.
"Excuse me!" He exclaimed towards Rose, his voice pitching just above the music loud enough for her to hear.
Marinette gasped, her face heating up as Luka caught Rose's attention.
"L-Luka, what are you-"
"Would it be okay to buy this lovely young woman a drink?" The male asked, his eyes remaining on Rose as she approached him. "She's worked hard for every night that I'm here, and today doesn't seem so busy. I only ever get to see this beauty when I'm here, and I've been trying to buy her a drink for ages." Luka averted his gaze back to Marinette, offering her a playful wink.
Marinette felt the blush bubble to her lips and for a brief moment she was just about sure her heated face and head were about to explode into a million chunks.
She sure hoped that Luka wouldn't mind his drink poisoned with her brain matter, because the expulsion was inevitable.
Rose smiled, shifting her gaze to Marinette who began to fan her warm face with her hands.
"Aww," The blonde cooed at both Luka's compliment and Marinette's reaction. "Of course you could buy her a drink!" She piped. "As long as she doesn't over do it, I don't mind. It's slow today but we'll still get some patrons here and there. I can't have her working the counter if she's drunk."
Luka nodded, a wide grin on his face as he couldn't help but to chortle at Marinette's fluster.
"Of course! I wouldn't want to be the reason she can't work. She tells me she loves working here." The male replied, watching as Marinette turned away from him awkwardly and placed the sanitary cloth back into the bucket of solution.
"Marinette is such a sweetheart." Rose giggled, clasping her hands together. "I don't mind if she indulges herself a little on a slow night with her friend. I trust she's responsible." The bluenette turned awkwardly to the pair.
If Alya wasn't going to destroy her, apparently Rose would have been the next contender.
"Thank you," Luka replied wholeheartedly. "I apologize for disturbing you, I'm sure you've got other business to take care of. I'm just totally enamoured by one of your employees and just wanted to know her a little better. I know she doesn't like standing around or grabbing a drink"
"Of course she doesn't. Marinette is probably one of my best workers," The blonde smiled. "You weren't bothering me at all. I'm really glad you asked."
Marinette smiled at Rose quite weakly.
She felt her heart jump flips inside of her chest. She watched nervously as Rose returned to her till to finish banking down.
The blunette blushed, glancing back at Luka who pulled a couple of dollars out of his wallet.
"I'm glad your boss is super understanding. Now I finally get to buy you that drink I promised when we first met."
Marinette smiled at him, reaching up to rub the back of her neck as she tried to calm her rigid breathing.
"Pick your poison."
Adrien narrowed his eyes on the printed piano sheet in front of him. He could barely hear the shower going off behind him, but he could more so hear the tune of the song he wanted to play in his head.
The model closed his eyes, humming to the rhythm silently. He had played piano for so many years, he could specifically picture and pinpoint where every key note was located. He knew what note went to what key, and what breaks went where.
Granted, Adrien was never really good at multitasking, that saying he was standing totally naked and about to shower, but thought studying the sheet was a good idea to do at the same time, but when it came to playing the piano, that was the one thing he could multitask at.
Adrien felt warm in his chest. It was definitely one of the most of many thoughtful things that Marinette did for him. He could have only wondered how much she spent on it. Being raised to play, Adrien knew that grand pianos were incredibly expensive.
To play something for her would have been the least he could do. That way he got to thank Marinette for the gift as well as doing something he used to love as a teen. The male couldn't help but to feel bashful about the situation, he knew he had a couple of hours before Marinette came home and he wanted to get as much practice as possible.
The last thing he wanted was to lose track of time, and for Marinette to catch him walking out of the bathroom holding a piano sheet with the impression that he palmed himself in the bathroom to classical music. It was a funny thought, but all too incriminating.
He thought of all sorts of songs he could play for her, but he paid closer attention to the ones that she had mentioned she liked before. He thought back to the time they spent together after Nino's party and she confessed a lot of personal things to him. He thought of everything they did together and thoroughly racked his brain for any clues to a melody he knew she'd love to hear.
The male bit his lip, he definitely knew the perfect way to surprise her. If only he knew how to make better management of his time.
"Oh! Shit!" Marinette gasped as she tripped over her feet the moment her and Luka walked out of the club. The blunette felt her face grow warm the moment Luka placed his hand on to her waist, encouraging her to lean on him.
Marinette was more than happy to oblige. The young woman bit her lip, leaning into him, as he helped her stand on her own two feet.
"Perhaps I overdid it," Marinette chuckled. "We were talking a lot, and I wasn't even paying attention." The female explained with a soft smile. "I think I talk too much when I'm intoxicated."
Luka laughed, pulling the blunette closer to his chest with a small blush.
"I thought you were perfect." He murmured softly, his hand holding still at her waist. "I'm just glad your shift is over."
Marinette very gently moved away from him. She closed her eyes, and enjoyed the warm breeze that caressed the both of them. She could smell the summer air, and Marinette felt so elated.
She didn't know why.
She had spent hours talking and laughing with Luka. She felt a little more comfortable around him and Marinette was quite thrilled that she was making a really good new friend. She opened her eyes, glancing up at the night sky with a subtle buzzed blush.
"Thanks for talking with me tonight. I had a lot of fun. I wasn't sure how long I'd last with how slow it was." Marinette breathed, lowering her head so that she could look at him.
Luka smiled, leaning close to her once more as all he ever wanted to do was be close to her.
"It was my pleasure. Honestly, it was," Luka replied, fighting the urge to reach out to her and pull her close. "I really enjoyed getting to know you."
Marinette blushed, glancing down as the warm wind blew between the both of them. Her dark hair began to blow in the opposite direction, and Marinette had to brush some hair away from her face. The two of them stood in silence, nothing but the sound of crickets could be heard.
"I live this way." Luka murmured, backing into the opposite direction with a sad smile.
Marinette blushed and laughed softly.
"A-And I live this way." she breathed, moving in the opposite direction.
"So, I guess I'll text you? I'm really looking forward to our date," Luka whispered. "I can't wait to hear that beautiful voice of yours."
Marinette snorted, reaching up to cup her cheeks as the buzz was starting to wear off a little, but the fatigue was stronger than ever.
"I'll be sure to pick a very fitting song. One that's not so hard for my voice." She paused, watching him smile one last time before he turned and walked away.
Marinette sighed, a weary smile on her lips. She could feel the warm breeze on her skin before she turned to walk towards where she normally waited for her bus.
She gasped as she was blinded by two bright beams of light from a car parked at the curb.
"Ngh! Shit!" Marinette hissed, immediately shielding her eyes from the light. She squinted, peering up at Adrien's bodyguard who climbed out of the car and walked around to the passenger side.
The male opened the door for her before glancing back at her.
"Mrs. Agreste..." he addressed, gesturing that she get in.
Marinette groaned, not entirely used to now having people wait on her. She liked that she saved money from not having to take the bus, but all of this felt way too exotic for her taste.
"How do you guys know when I'm leaving somewhere? Is there a schedule printed out or something?" She asked, trying not to stumble on her feet as she climbed into the car.
Marinette rubbed her eyes as she trudged up to the back slider doors. She yawned, stepping inside her dark home only assuming Adrien was asleep. It was nearing one in the morning, and Marinette was just hoping to get some sleep.
The blunette closed the doors behind her, her heart jumping the moment she heard music. She paused, her hands gripping on to the handle tightly as she knew the song. The song that she wanted to be played at her wedding. She glanced back, her hands trembling as she held her key.
The music echoed beautifully throughout the hallway. Marinette clutched her keys in her hand. She felt as if she walked in on something she probably shouldn't have walked in on. She immediately began to follow the sounds, knowing right away that it was Adrien.
She was so enamored by the beautiful music that it didn't even occur to her that he was enjoying the gift that she had surprised him with.
Marinette stood in the doorway, her cheeks growing warm as she watched him from behind. His fingers moved across the piano keys with ease as he hit each note of the song with perfect pitch and rhythm. She closed her eyes, her heart squeezing in her chest as she listened to the music. She had never heard it played so quite as beautifully as he was at that very moment.
Adrien focused on his hand movements, his digits moving to the last keys before he drew the song to an end. The model smiled, almost sure that he had the song perfected for Marinette for when she arrived.
"Adrien, that was beautiful." Marinette murmured from behind him, her hands clutched to her chest as she was still in awe by the beautiful music.
Adrien widened his eyes, immediately jumping out off the piano bench and knocking it over instantly.
"M-Marinette!" He exclaimed nervously, the blush rushing to his cheeks instantaneously. "W-What are you doing here?! I wasn't expecting you here for another hour. Did I lose track of time?" He blabbed nervously as he bent over to lift up the piano bench.
Marinette blushed, giggling softly at how flustered Adrien was. She bit her lip, and shyly tucked her arms around her back.
"Mmmm, yes, with the late bus schedule, I would have been here in an hour. Did you forget about your entourage that waits for me at every corner?" She asked, perking a brow.
Adrien blinked, immediately reaching up to rub the back of his neck.
"Actually, I believe I have..." he chuckled, glancing back up at her. "This was supposed to be a surprise. I wasn't expecting you to walk in."
Marinette gasped, a grimace on her face as she lightly shook her head.
"No! It really was a surprise!" She assured quickly. "I couldn't help but to find you the moment I heard it."
Adrien smiled, his heart leaping from his chest at the knowledge that she actually liked what he tried to convey to her.
"I'm relieved." he replied, carefully stepping aside from the piano bench, feeling awkward in his damp hair, pyjama shorts and dark grey T-shirt.
Marinette nodded, approaching him shyly until a safe closeness was between them.
"You remembered what I said about that song." she whispered, her heart squeezing in her chest at the memory of when they both were in bed talking about things.
Adrien smiled, glancing down at Marinette. "Of course. I knew you wanted it to be played at your wedding, and I know the wedding that's coming up isn't something you were looking forward to, and I thought the least I could do was give it to you on the gift you gave me, which I love by the way. Thank you."
Marinette felt her cheeks grow warm and she reached up to rub at them nervously.
"I-I'm really glad that you liked it. I wanted to apologize-"
"You've apologized enough," Adrien interjected with a soft laugh. "Although I'm sure I wouldn't have stayed mad without the piano." The male assured, running a hand through her hair.
The blunette gasped, her chest feeling tight the moment he touched her. She pressed her lips together, her breathing growing rigid She had been so bashful lately, she was worried it was becoming too obvious.
"S-So, does your entourage always follow you around?" Marinette asked, immediately pulling away from him and wandering over towards the grand piano as she was desperate to change the subject. "How do they even know my schedule, and why did they just start showing up now?"
Adrien turned to face her, catching her as she smiled at him shyly before she took a seat on one side of the piano bench. The model turned, scratching his head in an attempt to falsely throw her off.
"No idea. Maybe they have tracking devices on us. They always show up when I'm out. That's so weird, isn't it?" Adrien gasped, approaching the piano bench and taking a seat beside her.
Marinette glanced back at Adrien who took a seat beside her.
"Adrien," She whined. "That's not funny." she pouted as he laughed softly.
"I'm jokinggggg," the male teased, reaching over to pinch her flushed cheek. "My father asked me for our schedules after we signed our marriage license. I asked him to stop scheduling events on mornings and evenings that you would have to work or would need rest to work. The fact that they show up to take you to your destination just comes with the name. My father makes my schedule so they abide by that, but you're my wife, so I guess that means you're under my umbrella because you have my last name now."
Marinette pressed her lips together. She realised a lot of things happened along with his last name. The piano situation was her first taste of that. It was an odd situation to think about.
"Oh, I feel so honoured." She replied sarcastically, giggling alongside Adrien before both of them eventually grew silent. Marinette hummed softly, reaching up to lightly glide her fingertips against the keys without putting any pressure.
Adrien watched her silently, his heart feeling warm at how adorable she was. He loved the way she was a cute stuttering mess, he loved how wide and curious her blue eyes were, and he loved the way her bangs caressed her face the way that they did. She truly was like a beautiful doe.
Adrien carefully brought his fingers back to the keys, the male bit his lip nervously, before he fully focused on what he was doing once more.
Marinette placed her hands into her lap, listening to the tune he began to play. This was her song. A song she had always loved since she was a child. The song she always dreamt of being played at her wedding.
The melody played beautiful throughout the room, and Marinette was sure she could feel it in her soul. She closed her eyes, a small smile on her face as she listened. It was so serene and soft.
It was better than anything she could have imagined. Marinette was lost in it, and she was completely enamoured. After weeks of completely stress, she had finally allowed herself to feel at peace.
Without even realising it, Marinette had moved closer to him, resting her head against his shoulder with a fluttering heart. Adrien leaned into her, his fingers gliding across the keys with ease as he drew the song to a close once more.
The way she was inclined to him, Adrien was safe to assume that he didn't totally bomb the song like he was afraid of doing, especially because he only had a couple of hours to practice it.
"I-It really sounds beautiful, thank you." Marinette whispered, her heart squeezing the moment his green eyes looked into hers. She quickly looked away, pressing her lips together.
Adrien furrowed his brow, wondering if he had done something wrong again. He parted his lips, ready to ask her, but paused the moment the little black cat jumped between them and obnoxiously stepped on the piano keys.
The kitten stood on the top of it, purring sweetly as she sat down and closed her eyes.
"Oh hey there, buddy." Adrien murmured, reaching up to pet the little kitty on her head.
Marinette glanced up at the cat, a small giggle emanating from her chest as she bit her lip.
"I've decided to call her Tikki, purely because I just thought she looked like a Tiki head when she sneezes." Marinette explained, her blush only deepening as Adrien laughed in response.
"Did you just come up with that name?" He asked, perking a perfect brow, and playfully wiggling them.
Marinette snorted, lightly smushing his face away with her hand.
"Nooo," she replied, drawing out the word obnoxiously. "Luka and I were talking about cats at work, and I told him about the one I have here." she bit her lip, recalling that she never mentioned anything about Adrien to Luka. "He started talking about cat sneezes, and I thought about how they look like Tiki heads and thought it was the perfect name for her!"
Adrien chuckled.
"Luka came to see you again?" The blonde inquired. "I bet he was glad to see you."
Marinette nodded awkwardly.
"Y-Yeah. We finally settled for a duet on the first date. He asked me to pick a song to sing in private." She spoke, turning her attention back to the keys on the piano.
Adrien furrowed his brow, the male turning to face her better.
"Luka knows you sing?" He inquired, his eyes moving over to her fingertips that traced along the keys.
"Well, he does now. No thanks to Alya," Marinette replied with a blush. "I've never done a duet before, but I'm sure it'll be fun. As you know, I don't really sing for entertainment, but I thought that this one time wouldn't be so bad."
Adrien smiled, feeling happy that Marinette had found someone that brought a bit of light to her life.
"Then, maybe we should start practicing, right?" Adrien asked, lightening up the mood as he could very well acknowledge that Marinette was a little nervous stepping out of her comfort zone.
Marinette scrunched her freckled nose, blushing with a warm smile, though she couldn't quite understand what he was jabbing at.
"Practice? What do you mean?" She inquired, watching as Adrien repositioned his digits on the keys.
"I mean, I've heard you sing before, and you sound beautiful," He commented, looking away as her blush only grew deeper. "There's another song I know you'd recognize once I started."
The blonde continued, pressing his fingers into the keys and starting a tune that Marinette was very familiar with. In fact, this tune Marinette and Adrien had heard the night before.
Sure they were drunk, and accidentally participated in things that were against their better judgement, but the tune was still there in the back of their minds.
"Here we are..." Adrien started in a soft song, ushering Marinette to continue along with him as they were both sure she knew the song.
Marinette blushed, he heart flying in her chest as she glanced up at him with a warm smile.
"The two of us... like ships..." she continued to sing, before Adrien joined her again.
{"Like ships upon a winding river..."
And yet somehow we found each other like strangers...
You and I..." }
Their voices overlapped one another in a duet with perfect synchronization. Marinette glanced down, her heart squeezing in her chest as Adrien drew the song to a close.
The model glanced back at Marinette, the warm smile on his face immediately dropping the moment he recognised the painful expression on Marinette's features. He immediately reached out to her, placing his hand on her shoulder.
"Marinette? Are you okay?" He asked, leaning down to meet her eye level.
Marinette blinked, immediately putting on a facade as her mind had started to wrap around a theory she was forced to accept. Maybe not so much of a theory, but something Marinette had a hunch was true.
"Y-Yeah. I'm fine," Marinette replied, reaching up to rub her cheek nervously. "I'm going upstairs to change real quick." Marinette sighed, carefully standing up.
Adrien frowned, noticing that something was off with her, but he couldn't quite understand what it was. He stood up along side of her.
"I can brew us some tea if that helps somehow." he murmured, his heart sinking as he truly didn't know what to do.
Marinette hummed, glancing up at him with a weak smile before she nodded.
"Sure," she breathed, slowly moving away from him. "Just give me a little." Marinette sighed, before she left him behind to sluggishly wander towards the back staircase to the second floor.
Adrien watched her leave and he barely noticed Tikki hopping off the top of the piano to follow Marinette up the stairs. Marinette sighed as she felt him behind her. Her heart felt incredibly heavy as she wandered into the master bedroom. She quickly glanced down, watching Tikki as she trotted between her legs and quickly hopped onto the bed with a soft pur.
Marinette closed the door behind her, sitting on the edge of the bed with her eyes squeezed shut. The blunette felt the kitten bonk her head against her elbow. The female opened her eyes, glancing down at the cat who purred loudly beside her.
"I know, I'm definitely foolish." Marinette cooed with a broken voice. She brushed her fingertip behind the cat's ear. The kitty pushed her head into Marinette's palm, happily purring and kneading the blanket beneath her.
"As if I've fallen in love with someone who knows how to play a piece. Someone who is in love with someone else." Marinette breathed.
She had suspected it for awhile, and Marinette didn't have words for it. Her heart ached as it only hurt more to hear her say those words out loud. Marinette reached up to tug at her hair, she fell back against the bed and she glanced up at the ceiling.
She desperately wanted Luka to be enough, but he wasn't Adrien. How did her life become so fucked up? She was in love with her husband.
The husband that held her at night, but felt nothing for her. Marinette couldn't make him love her either, this was something where she just had to grit her teeth and bear.
The young woman sat up, carefully standing on her own two feet as she began to undress, Marinette could smell the fresh pot of mango tea from down below.
If she could pretend that everything was okay for one night, she'd be able to sleep. In fact, Marinette was tired but she was incredibly too anxious. She slipped on her nightgown, her body growing cold as she just longed to be held.
Marinette glanced at herself in the mirror with a grimace. She reached down, fiddling with the hem of her gown. She glanced at the cat who curled on to the bed and yawned.
Perhaps Adrien could hold her for one night. She knew she made a horrible mistake the night before, but she had learned not to cross those lines again.
She would never do anything like that to make him uncomfortable. Marinette tied her hair into a bun and she brushed her bangs a little more to the side so that she could see a bit better.
A weary smile tugged at her lips and Marinette left the bedroom. She rushed down the hallway to the second room where all her stuff was.
She opened the door, minding all of the cat's belongings, before she stumbled into the closet and began to dig through her packed boxes for her bluetooth speakers. Marinette yanked them out of the box, tucking them under her chin before she awkwardly clobbered back to the bedroom for her phone.
The young woman made sure to be careful climbing down the stairs, knowing how much of a klutz she was, she knew she would have tripped over her own feet and fall down the steps.
Marinette placed her bluetooth speakers on the island counter top gently, immediately drawing Adrien's attention as he poured two tea mugs.
The blonde furrowed his brow, placing the pot back on the stove that he turned off quite quickly.
"What's this?" Adrien asked, grabbing the mugs off the stove and then placing them on the space beside the speakers.
Marinette blushed, her eyes growing pink from fatigue as well as the buzz from her drink.
"I was hoping that you could practice dancing, especially because of our wedding coming up," Marinette sighed, wishing that her words would just come out right for once. "So tonight I was hoping that we could pretend this was my dream wedding. I can pretend that you're the man of my dreams, and that this wedding was something we both wanted." Marinette reached up to rub her nose awkwardly.
Adrien felt his heart sink. He hated seeing her this way. He nodded, walking around the island table to take her hand into his.
"Sure, Marinette, I'd love to be your dream guy for tonight."
Marinette blushed, her fingers lacing into his briefly. With her free hand, Marinette grabbed her phone to turn on the bluetooth.
The blunette played soft, music and placed her phone on to the counter so that she could allow Adrien to take her. The model guided her feet to the top of his, and his arm held her waist.
"If you watch our feet, when mine go back, yours go forward and so forth..." the male explaining, glancing up at Marinette's completely fatigued expression.
The music was soft, and his arms were warm. Marinette couldn't have felt any more comfortable in her life. Waltz dancing could have been the initial agenda for that night, but Marinette didn't mind a bit of a slow dance instead.
The bluenette guided her arms around his neck, and she pressed her face against his chest. Adrien widened his eyes, a small blush dusting his cheeks as Marinette wrapped herself around him.
His chest felt tight and though he was perplexed by the action, he eventually resorted into relaxing into her. He rested his chin on the top of her head, and he simply began to guide her in a soft side to side motion.
"I guess slow dancing works too." he murmured playfully into her hair. Marinette smiled, his warmth making it difficult to keep her eyes open.
The blunette turned her head, slowly opening her eyes. A small grimace tugged at her face the moment she spotted the red mark on his skin. Her heart ached, knowing that Kagami had her lips on him.
It was the one person she didn't want to see kisses from. The blunette reached up, her fingertips lightly brushing against the mark before her hands slowly sunk into his shirt.
She squeezed her eyes shut, and buried her face into his chest. Her fists clenched on to the fabric of his shirt, and Marinette tensed, struggling to keep herself composed.
She wanted to bear his kisses on her neck, she wanted to feel his lips on hers, she wanted him to whisper how much he loved her. But she was not the one he loved.
Marinette had to respect the relationship that he established with someone he wanted to build his life with. But it hurt so bad.
Marinette inhaled, her body moving with his as they both danced slowly to the tune that played softly between them.
Adrien felt Marinette trace his skin and tense. He had completely forgotten all about the hickey that Kagami left behind. He enclosed his arms around her tighter, feeling slightly embarrassed knowing that she saw it.
"Are you okay?" He whispered, noticing how hard she had been clutching on to his shirt.
Marinette subtly nodded, successfully able to keep herself in check so that he wouldn't notice that anything was wrong.
"Yeah, I'm fine." she murmured softly. The blunette yawned, her hands remaining taut on to his shirt.
Adrien nuzzled his face into her hair, holding her close and the song drew to a conclusion. Marinette had gone limp in his arms, her hand relaxed against his shoulder and her breathing evened out completely. Adrien furrowed his brow, pulling back to glance at Marinette who had fallen asleep while standing up.
"Must have been a long day at work," the blonde laughed. "I guess our tea could wait another time."
Marinette hummed softly, her body rolling into his as Adrien effortlessly lifted her up into his arms. Her head lolled back into his chest, as Adrien climbed up the stairs and placed her into the bed, tucking her in. The model returned down to the kitchen to put the supplies away, a grimace on his face as he struggled to find a proper way to reveal to Marinette about Felix.
She had already seemed so broken, he didn't want to make things worse. Adrien glanced over at his phone on the counter, his green eyes reading over the text message his love had sent him.
'I miss you'
Adrien simply stared down at the message, his heart fluttering slightly at how Kagami thought about him throughout the day. He locked his phone, whistling to the cat who sat on the staircase. The black cat yawned, stretching as it followed him into the bedroom.
Adrien glanced up at Marinette who sat up and glanced around. Her eyes were incredibly pink and Adrien knew that she was still half asleep.
"Hey-" Adrien hissed playfully, watching the black cat hop on to the edge of the bed and lay down. "What are you doing up, my Ladybug?" He teased, climbing into the space beside her. "Go back to sleep-"
Marinette rubbed her eyes, the blush still remaining on her cheeks as she hesitantly began to lay down onto the bed.
"Ngh-" she whined softly. "Why do you keep calling me that?" She pouted, her eyes closing as she pressed her cheek against the warm pillow below her.
Adrien smiled, reaching over to brush some of her dark hair behind her ear.
"I already told you," He whispered, his hand dropping back at his side. "Because you're my good luck charm."
Marinette slowly opened her eyes, her piercing blue eyes immediately sought his, and Adrien's attention was solely on her.
"Then I guess you are my black cat," she whispered, her hand tugging at the edges of her pillow shyly. "For bad luck."
Adrien furrowed his brow, he chuckled softly, only assuming that she meant to tease him.
"I'm bad luck for you?" He asked, turning to face her better. "Why do you say that?"
Marinette continued to look at him, a grimace on her face as her heart pounded painfully in her chest.
"Because it hurts to be with you..."
Adrien froze.
Marinette's words hit him straight in the chest like a set of daggers. His expression immediately fell as he tried to decipher her words correctly.
"What do you mean? Am I hurting you, Marinette?" The male asked, his voice soft as he was aware that there was possibly she was still not fully awake.
Marinette clutched onto the pillow and she looked down, her body trembling as she glanced down at the cat who slept at the foot of their bed.
"You convinced me to leave my home, to live here," she explained. "You offered me a paradise, just so you could abandon me in it." Her voice quivered as she spoke.
Adrien frowned, his heart sinking as he listened to her. He immediately leaned closer, grabbing her hand and bringing it to his chest.
"Marinette, no, I'd never abandon you," he whispered. His hands tightened around hers. "I promise."
Marinette watched him, her eyes locking on to their hands as they remained together.
"I promise I'll be more gentle with you..." Marinette whispered, her other hand reaching over to cup his face.
Adrien inhaled, his face growing warm at her sudden touch.
"I'm not going to pretend I'm someone I'm not anymore," Marinette replied. "I won't do what I did the other night. I promise that's not who I am."
Adrien reached up, taking her hand off of his cheek and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it.
"I know that's not who you are," he whispered, his eyes dropping as Marinette closed her eyes. "You were never unkind or not gentle with me."
Marinette hummed, her hand growing limp in his as she finally succumbed to sleep. Adrien watched her, his heart completely shattered. He had no idea that she felt like he was abandoning her. He simply saw it as her upgrading in space.
The male lay flat on his back, his eyes glaring up at the ceiling as he had felt so disappointed in himself.
He had pulled Marinette out of her comfort zone, she had taken steps for him, but he had been so focused on Kagami, he didn't fully realise the extent of the damage he was doing to her.
If he didn't hate himself then, he certainly did now. He hadn't the slightest idea what to do. He knew that he loved his girlfriend, but he also knew that he didn't want to hurt his best friend.
He felt so comfortable and open around her, and the fact that she had planned to leave him while she felt this way, tore at his heart relentlessly.
Adrien closed his eyes, evening his breath as he didn't want to cry beside her and wake her up again. He pressed his lips together and exhaled. All of this was his fault.
Adrien wasn't sure when he had fallen asleep, in fact he didn't even remember closing his eyes. The blonde opened his eyes, squinting as the sun hadn't even made its peak yet, but the room was dimly lit by the lamp on the bedside table.
His green eyes maneuvered down to the foot of the bed where he expected to see Tikki, but instead caught a glimpse of someone else.
Marinette sat on the edge of the bed, her dark hair cascading down the shoulders of her silk nightgown. The blunette glanced towards the light, her eyes facing downwards as if she was thinking hard about something.
"Marinette," Adrien murmured sluggishly. "What time is it? Why are you up so early?" The male yawned, sitting up in bed.
Marinette glanced up at him, her blue belle eyes captivating him almost instantly. She parted her lips as her fingers lightly dug into the sheets below them.
"Do you like me?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. A deep blush set on her cheeks and she reached up to tuck some hair behind her ears.
"Do you think I'm attractive?"
Adrien was completely at a loss for words. Momentarily, Adrien was convinced that Marinette had been speaking to Nino, and he was almost positive that they were both out to tease him.
"Erm," Adrien blushed, his heart speeding up at the way she looked at him. "I think you're very beautiful a-and I like you as my friend." he gulped, watching as Marinette turned over to face him properly.
"You think I'm beautiful?" She asked, reaching down to grip on to the hem of her nightgown.
Adrien's eyes were so focused on the way she had curled the fabric into her palm that he nearly forgot to answer her.
"I... yes, I do think you're beautiful." he breathed, his heart pounding in his chest.
Marinette smiled at him, very carefully sliding the nightgown up and body and withdrawing it completely. The young woman threw her nightgown to the floor beside her and bit her lip.
Adrien knew this was bad. He knew that he should have looked away, but something in him wouldn't allow him to. The blonde simply gawked at her breasts, and his heart flipped into his stomach as he didn't even realise she was completely naked underneath her nightgown.
Marinette had her legs crossed, but Adrien could still see the subtle hints of dark hair covering her mound. His mouth went completely dry, and he was sure he had never seen a woman completely naked in person before.
"M-Marinette?" Adrien uttered out, his face growing completely red and ready to roll off his shoulders.
Marinette giggled, her hand slowly reaching to his and grabbing ahold of it. Adrien felt his breathing go rigid as Marinette began to guide his hand on top of her breast.
"You can touch them." She assured, slowly scooting herself closer to him.
Adrien gasped softly, the feeling of her soft mound in his hand immediately overtook his sense of reasoning. In that moment, Kagami simply didn't exist. All that he could see, hear, and feel was Marinette.
Adrien hesitated, but decided against his better judgement as his hand full on squeezed her breast. His heart raced as the soft mound spilled between his fingers, and every last doubt was wiped away by the soft whimper that escaped her beautifully plumped lips.
Adrien pressed his lips together, the sound of her voice sending tingles straight between his legs. The male curiously caressed her breast, his thumb running lightly over her pert nipple.
Adrien didn't know much about sex, but he had an urge to act on instinct. He pulled Marinette into his lap, her skin felt warm and soft underneath his palms, and Adrien took time out to tenderly run his hands along her.
He whimpered at the tender feeling of Marinette running her hands through his hair. He glanced up at her pale collarbone and immediately latched his lips onto her skin.
Marinette furrowed her brow, her hands tightening in his hair as his mouth attacked her neck.
"A-Adrien-" she breathed, her breath rigid from the pleasure.
Adrien pulled his lips away from her neck, his heart racing as Marinette settled herself into his groin. An overwhelming shock of pleasure coursed through his veins and Adrien couldn't stop himself from pushing his hips flush into hers. Adrien nipped and began to suck softly at her cream skin, his tongue snaking its way across the area of interest, leaving her neck completely decorated in marks.
Adrien continued to run his thumb over her nipple, his brow furrowed as he loved the way she whimpered with each touch.
Adrien shivered, feeling her hand slide underneath his shirt to graze his stomach with her fingertips.
The blonde furrowed his brow, the pressure of his thumb against her nipple only increasing in strength.
"Adrien-" Marinette panted, her fingertips now slowly slipping underneath the band of his shorts.
Adrien squeezed his eyes shut, his body shivering as Marinette's hand delved into his shorts and wrapped around his length. The blonde breathed in sharply at the feeling of her hand. His brow furrowed as his heart began to race painfully.
Adrien felt bashful, his arms holding on to her tighter as he grew hard in the palm of her hand.
"M-Marinette-" Adrien grunted, his toes curling as her hand began to move up and down his length.
"Shhh-" Marinette hushed, her hand gripping into his hair and tugging his face into hers.
Adrien exhaled, his body trembling as her lips hovered over his. He opened his mouth, feeling her breath tickle against his lips. He furrowed his brow, his hips moving up into her hand desperately.
"Marinette, please-" Adrien was cut short the moment Marinette pressed her mouth against his.
The kiss was immediately intense, and Adrien couldn't help but to reciprocate. His tongue slipped between her lips, sliding against her tongue in a desperate attempt to taste her.
Adrien wrapped his arms around her, drawing her flush to his chest as he rolled them over. His mouth continued to desperately attack hers, and he moaned as her hand continued to stroke him beneath his shorts.
The blonde propped himself up on one shoulder, using his free hand to tug his pyjama shorts off of his hips alongside with his boxers. Adrien breathed out into her mouth, the moment he was finally freed from the confines of his boxers.
Marinette's hand pulled away from his length before it rested on to his hips. Adrien was more than happy to wedge himself between her legs. The blunette lay beneath him, her mouth open as she breathed, her blue eyes half lidded with lust.
Her look alone was enough to drive him totally insane. Adrien could see the blush from her cheeks travel down to her chest.
"Fuck-" he breathed out, his chest pressing against her.
Marinette tightened her legs around him, her arms wrapping around him as her warm breasts teased his chest.
"You want me raw?" She asked, her voice slipping into a sultry whisper. "You know it's okay," she breathed. "Tell me you want me raw."
Adrien's face grew totally red. He had no idea where her boldness came from, but he liked it. He had never imagined her to say anything like that in a million years. The blush traveled to the tips of his ears, and Adrien discovered that he might of liked to be talked to in such a way.
He bit his lip, cooperating as Marinette slipped her hand beneath his shirt and drawing it over his head before tossing it to the side. Adrien lowered himself against more, his heart throbbing in his chest as he guided himself to her opening.
"I-I want you raw." He repeated, his breathing growing rigid at hearing himself saying such a thing.
Kagami had been completely forgotten, and Adrien couldn't have cared less. He wanted Marinette, he wanted to feel her around him, he wanted to taste her mouth a hold her close. Adrien closed his eyes, furrowing his brow as Marinette latched her mouth onto his once more.
The blonde shifted above her, his heart squeezing painfully in his chest as he very slowly sunk himself inside of her. Marinette gripped tightly on to him, just as Adrien gasped at the sensation.
He was completely submerged in such a wet warmth, he swore he would have lost his composure right then and there. The blunette buried her face into his chest, her mouth pressing soft kisses to the base of his neck as Adrien took the initiative to move.
He held her close, his hips moving between her thighs meticulously. The pleasure was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Her body was so warm and inviting. She was so soft, Adrien found himself easily giving in to the sensation.
"A-Adrien! Yes," Marinette moaned, her body bouncing with each aching thrust. "Adrien-"
Adrien shivered at the sound of her voice, grunting as he began to rut against her desperately. She wrapped around him tautly as Adrien was growing embarrassingly closer and closer to his release.
He pulled back, wanting to deprive himself of that just so he could last longer, but it was much to his dismay the moment Marinette began to move herself against him.
"Don't stop!" Marinette begged, her body rolling against his with desperation. "Keep going-" the female moaned softly.
Adrien couldn't believe what he was hearing. Each noise and movement she made tugged him in several different ways, it struck a sensitive nerve within him and Adrien wasn't sure how much longer he'd last.
"M-Marinette. Wait!" The blonde begged, his heart racing as he felt himself growing close. "I-I'm gonna-"
Marinette responded by only tightening her legs around him. Her nails dug into his back as she arched into him.
"Cum! Please cum!"
Adrien grunted, finally giving into her demands and allowing himself to get lost in the sensation of her body grew tense as he moved, fireworks exploding inside of his head as he was just about to-
"Ngh, Adrien-" Marinette's groggy voice pierced his ears. His eyes shot open sunlight that began to emanate through the balcony doors in the bedroom.
"You're holding me too tight..."
Adrien breathed out, his green eyes glancing down at the cat who slept on the edge of the bed. Marinette remained asleep in front of him, her nightgown completely disheveled against her body.
Adrien inwardly screamed.
Did he just have a wet dream?
He immediately loosened his arms around Marinette as it appeared she had drifted back to sleep. A deep blush brewed on to his face as he felt wet in his pyjama pants.
He gulped, his heart racing as he immediately pulled away from Marinette. His eyes widened, his heart sinking with horror as he didn't realise he was rutting the poor girl in his sleep, his shorts had been tugged awkwardly down his hips from the friction and Adrien was horrified to discover an obnoxious wet stain on his thin pyjama shorts.
He had came in his sleep.
Adrien could have sobbed in horror, as his eyes averted down towards Marinette who slept peacefully beside him.
Marinette's nightgown was tugged up her midriff, his fluid stained the back side of her underwear as well as up the length of her back.
This couldn't be happening to him.
He sat up, his hands gripping into his hair as he couldn't quite formulate the proper thing to do, if he tried to wipe her she would wake up and find out, if he tried to remove her underwear and try to replace them, she would definitely wake up and discover him undressing her.
She would think he was some sort of pervert.
And he certainly was.
He had a wet dream about Marinette without knowing that he was dry humping her in their sleep. To make matters worse, he had completely messed up his pants and the backside of Marinette's underwear.
The male quickly slipped out of bed, nervously glancing back at her. He bit his lip, as he snuck off to the bathroom. He immediately peeled off his wet pyjamas, the model pacing back and forth in a panic.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck-" he muttered to himself. His life was over. He didn't know how he was going to get himself out of it. He felt guilty for leaving Marinette to sleep in his mess, but he needed to come up with something believable so that she wouldn't know that he ejaculated on her.
He reached for the shower handles, turning on the water and stepping inside to scrub himself clean.
Marinette yawned, stretching into the bed as she heard the shower running. She nuzzled her face into pillows gently as she intended to go back to sleep.
That was- until she felt something wet and sticky. She furrowed her brow, reaching behind her to glide her fingers across the wet stains on her underwear.
"What the...?" The young woman moaned in a sluggish voice. She sat up with a grimace. She reached up to scratch her head with another yawn.
She had no idea what she slept in, but she had suspected that Adrien had something to drink while she was asleep. Marinette scooted towards the edge of the bed.
She hummed, wandering out of the bedroom to retrieve her phone from the kitchen down below. She noticed the packaging from her mother's homemade mango tea.
"Oh." Marinette murmured, simply assuming that was the case.
Marinette held her phone close to her as she was expecting some texts from Luka so she could choose a song. Marinette climbed the stairs, scrolling through her phone with a hum.
She glanced up, her heart racing as she spotted Adrien completely shirtless and drying his hair with a towel as he was fresh out of the shower.
Marinette cleared her throat, trying not to make it obvious that she was flustered or possibly ogling his tan chest.
"Adrien? Did you bring the mango tea to bed last night?" Marinette asked, blushing with a grimace.
Adrien nearly jumped, his eyes wide as he witnessed Marinette approach him from the hallway. Adrien immediately began to panic, his eyes darting around the room as he tried to find a way to distract himself so that he couldn't look at her.
"Huh? What?" He breathed, his mouth growing dry as Marinette tugged the back of her nightgown.
"I woke up wet," she explained, glancing at her backside. "My whole backside is wet. I assumed you spilled the tea you made last night."
Adrien blushed nervously. He pressed his lips together and cleared his throat.
"Oh, uh... sure. You know how much I love the tea your mother makes!" The blonde replied, feeling a little guilty for lying.
Marinette hummed, she reached up to rub her eyes and she hummed.
"Did you miss your mouth?" She teased, smiling up at him as she wandered over to her dresser to grab some fresh clothes. "It's all up my back, now my skin is all sticky"
Adrien gulped, feeling like his head was about to explode. He seriously could not believe this was happening.
"I'm sorry, Marinette," he replied, his voice nearly cracking at the realization of the disrespect. "You should grab a shower. I'll make sure to be more careful next time."
Marinette paused, folding her clothes across her arms as she pursed her lips. She cocked her head to the side, a brow perked as she took notice of Adrien's distress.
"Its okay," She smiled. "It's my favorite tea too!" She budged him.
Adrien glanced up at her, his eyes widening with horror as Marinette rubbed her fingers through the sticky residue and lifted her digits towards her lips.
"NO! DON'T!" Adrien exclaimed, his hand grabbing on to hers and yanking it away. "DO NOT-... DON'T EAT THINGS OFF YOUR BODY. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Marinette jumped as his elation of tone. Her eyes widened and she stepped back.
"B-But I told you, I use my face as a butter knife." Marinette replied with a quivering voice.
Adrien gulped, the thought of Marinette tasting him nearly threw him over the edge.
"Just go take a shower," He breathed , letting go of her hand. The male began to grip his hair with a panicked expression. "Please."
Marinette stared at him awkwardly.
"Oh, uhm... okay," She mused, slowly turning towards the bathroom. "Wait-" Marinette turned to face him.
Adrien glanced back at her nervously, his heart aching as he worried she connected the dots.
"Would it be okay if you ask your entourage to take me to my parent's house," Marinette asked. "I have a few things there that I want to bring back. If you want to, you can come with."
Adrien exhaled, unable to focus, knowing that his fluid was still on her.
"I... I can let them know," He replied weakly. "I will meet up with you later, Kagami wants to meet up at the cafe."
Marinette's expression completely fell flaccid at the sound of Kagami's name.
"Oh." she murmured, glancing down as she turned her back on him and went into the bathroom.
Adrien frowned, watching her close the door behind her. The male exhaled, his heart slowing down, but he couldn't stop seeing her just about to taste him.
"Oh, fuck." he groaned. He would be dreaming about that for weeks. He was a total sleaze.
Marinette grabbed her boxes of fabric and sewing machines. She knew she wouldn't make the mistake of leaving this behind again. She placed the box on her computer desk table with a small grunt.
The blunette sighed, glancing at her old room. She missed living at home with her parents. While being in high school was a stressful time for her, the days she started uni classes weren't too bad.
She had a decent job, but didn't have to worry about paying much of the bills or rent since her parents wanted to her say money for the courses. At that time, her life felt more simpler.
She had a boyfriend that loved her, parents that supported her and all she did was study, work every other night and sew on her freetime. She had really missed those days, back then Marinette truly believed that she had her life together.
Marinette glanced up at the ladder that led to her bed. She carefully climbed the ladder, crouching on her bed, and opened the trap door that opened to the balcony. The blunette climbed through the space and stood on the balcony as it felt like it had been ages since she had seen the view.
She smiled sweetly, the warm breeze blowing through her hair. The young woman closed her eyes, enjoying the moment for just a moment. Her life was still a mess, and though Marinette didn't have everything figured out, she still managed to grasp the small moments that reminded her that this was a gift.
The blunette slowly opened her eyes, carefully surveying the view of the Notre Dame across from her. She gently leaned against the balcony, the realization that she hadn't thought about Felix in quite some time really set in. Marinette had been so distracted by Adrien, she didn't seem to have time to brood about Felix leaving her.
She was sleeping again, she was out again and she was able to socialize again, for the most part She had the most fun with Alya, Nino and Adrien, than she had for years of her life.
Marinette knew that despite the awkward circumstances of their meeting, Adrien had changed her life since Felix had left. She had felt something for the first time in awhile, in contrast to the empty shell she was beforehand. Marinette had even noticed a difference in Alya.
A small smile tugged at her lips as Marinette felt her heart squeeze in her chest. It was a thrilling feeling to love someone new, but Marinette also found it to be outright terrifying. Marinette furrowed her brow, wondering what she should do regarding Luka. It wasn't like she didn't like Luka, she enjoyed his company very much so.
Marinette knew she wanted to keep him in her life, she knew that since they spent time together the night before. She had every intention to attend their first date, as she was curious to explore their relationship.
She sighed, reaching up to rub her cheek as she felt her skin heating up.
The young woman lowered her gaze, her heart jumping flips in her chest at the sight of her husband's bodyguard's car pull up to the curb of her parent's bakery.
Marinette gasped, a small smile on her face as Adrien climbed out of the car. She gripped tightly on to the baluster, jumping on her toes at the view of him. She couldn't believe he actually arrived like he had promised.
The blonde fixed the collar of his shirt, a small blush on his cheeks as he fiddled with the back. Marinette giggled, parting her lips to call out a little tease when Kagami stepped out from the vehicle.
The female had fixed his collar for him, a small smile on her freckled face before she wrapped her arms around him.
Marinette paused, her heart shattering as the two shared a passionate embrace, before their lips captured one another in an emotional kiss.
Marinette blinked, her soul feeling as if it was sucked straight from her body.
Whenever she was around him, she kept forgetting that he was in love with someone else. He didn't see her the way that she had started to see him. The blunette reached up to rub the skin on her chest as she felt an uneasy ache.
Adrien had the power to make her feel so good, but also like shit at the same time.
Simply because she couldn't make him love her that way.
Despite the times they danced, despite the times they watched movies, despite the embraces, he did not love her, but Marinette couldn't understand.
How could someone hold her the way he did, and not feel anything for her?
Marinette pulled her gaze away from the couple, tears pooling in her eyes as she felt the roll down her cheeks.
Marinette clenched her fist against her chest. She knew that she wanted Adrien to be happy, but it had hurt. It was evident that if she loved someone, she'd want them to be happy, even if it wasn't with her.
Marinette exhaled, allowing her pain to consume her once more. Her tears rolled down her cheeks, her chest heaving as she cried softly. She couldn't make his heart feel something it won't.
But that was okay - as long as he was happy. Marinette knew that if he never saw her cry, then he'd continue to be happy. She didn't want him to feel guilty for her anymore.
Marinette had to let him go, which was why cutting all contact with him after the divorce was the better idea. It made more sense that way. It would be better for them both. He had Kagami, he would forget about her in a matter of weeks anyway. Marinette jumped at the sudden sound of her trap door opening behind her.
"Marinette, your father made us some-" Adrien froze, his eyes wide as Marinette turned around.
The sun had casted an angelic light around her frame. Her bluebelle eyes were wide like a deer in headlights, and Adrien could immediately notice tears which slipped down her cheeks and connected at her chin.
Tears pooled in her wet lashes that framed her glossy eyes. Her innocent yet shocked expression bore an unbearable pain that permeated perfectly to him.
He knew something was hurting her. It was as if he had walked in on an angel crying.
Adrien frowned, his heart shattering almost instantly.
"Marinette..."
