A/N: This story is a slow build, please do not read if you aren't into slow build ups and please refrain from leaving rude comments about how long it took to get where we are.

I'm sorry for how long it took to get here.

Also, sorry for the delay in updates this story seriously sucks but I appreciate support. I've been dealing a lot from a lot of family issues to an abusive coworker that's been sucking up my inspiration to continue to create and it goes the same for my art as well. I haven't been sleeping and I've been so tired lately. Things are letting up a bit and I'm hoping with more sleep I can finally update on a regular basis again.

I'm so sorry for the wait.

Please enjoy


"I swear, I'm not drunk." Marinette whimpered, her nails digging into Adrien's shirt as she stumbled through the bedroom door.

The firework finale was probably the most best set of display she had ever seen in her life. Throughout her life she only ever saw it on TV, heard it in her sleep or heard the loud booms outside while she was working or studying for the night. It was the first time she had ever seen it in person and with her absolute favorite people.

It felt like it was forever since Marinette enjoyed her night like so, but she never intended to drink so much after that.

Adrien wasn't too far behind her. She knew that he wasn't a huge drinker, but after the fireworks the party that erupted afterwards had been completely mind-blowing.

"I'm going to break my ankle." Marinette giggled, a small blush dusting her cheeks as she could vividly feel Adrien's hands at her waist.

Adrien held on to her tightly, keeping her close to him as he was a little less drunk than she was. He was a bit buzzed, but he was comprehensible for the most part.

"You're not going to break your ankle." Adrien assured, helping Marinette on to the edge of the bed. "I think we both had a bit too much to drink."

Marinette sat down on the bed, she placed her hands into the soft sheets beneath her. A small smile tugged at her lips as she was tempted to sleep in her dress and heels.

The night was perfect. She couldn't have asked for a better night. Part of her wondered if she would wake up the next morning and realise it was all just a dream.

Marinette glanced down watching as Adrien kneeled in front of her, his hands laying atop of hers as his eyes remained locked onto her eyes.

Marinette blushed, blinking as she parted her lips. She was so inclined to finish what they had started at the party before Alya interrupted them.

"Are you okay? Anything broken?" He asked with a teasing lilt and a perked brow.

The look alone sent shivers down her spine, it almost made her want to curl into a ball and dream.

"Yeah, my ankle is broken." Marinette replied with a drunken giggle. "That's okay though, I can just sleep in this and deal with it tomorrow."

Marinette yawned, glancing down at Adrien in the moonlight. Her heart flipped in her chest the moment Adrien began to undo the straps of her heels.

The young woman bit her lip as he took his time.

Adrien slipped her heels away from her pale skin, and his fingertips lightly began to glide across the smooth skin of her shins. He gently allowed her foot to rest back down against the floor before he moved to the other.

Marinette closed her eyes, propping herself up on the palms of her hands. She exhaled, enjoying the sensation of his fingers against her skin as he slowly undressed her little by little.

He was so gentle, and Marinette couldn't have been more inclined. There was a voice inside her drunken mind that nagged at her constantly, especially by the way he slipped his hands up her dress to slide off her pantyhose.

Marinette felt her heart jump into her throat, and she lay down against the bed, lifting her hips so that he could easily slide them down her legs.

She gripped on to the sheets, an unfamiliar ache between her legs as her blood began to push through her veins. Marinette knew she was attracted to him, but it only seemed as if her being completely inebriated only exacerbated the sexual attraction she had been trying to put aside since the moment she recognized it.

She wanted him to touch her.

She needed him to.

But that night where he had asked her if Felix had ever touched her was the last time he even seemed remotely interested. She couldn't exactly pin point what had went wrong, but Marinette was worried that there was something about her that put him off.

"I don't think I've ever told you how beautiful your legs are." Adrien murmured, his digits drawing away from her skin much to Marinette's dismay. "They're so long and defined."

Marinette bit her lip, a deep blush coating her skin as she was positive this was a dream. She placed her foot on to the bed, scooting herself more comfortably onto the bed so that her head touched her pillow.

She scrunched up her freckled nose, a low groan escaping her lips as her black cocktail dress rode up her hips from the friction.

The bed shifted, and Adrien plopped himself beside her, completely burying his face into the pillows beneath him. He exhaled, his eyes sealing shut as the exhaustion began to sweep over. His eyes flickered behind his lids and he could vividly picture the way the moon contrasted the paleness of her face whilst they watched the fireworks.

Marinette opened her eyes, her heart squeezing inside of her chest at the sight of him. She carefully placed her palm onto the bed, sliding it over until her trembling hands touched his forearm.

Adrien smiled, shifting so that he could face her better. His palm turned up and captured hers. The warmth of her skin immediately made him feel like he was home.

The male sighed, his eyes moving over towards their hands. Adrien frowned, his eyes moving back towards Marinette who was just about to fall asleep. It went without a doubt that Adrien wasn't entirely over what Kagami did and despite the night being perfect, he couldn't get rid of the thought of Kagami cheating on him after only two weeks of dating.

He couldn't help but to feel inadequate. He wondered if he did something to draw her away, and even if he did, he felt resentful that she had wasted his time instead of being up front with him.

But then after meeting Marinette, he realised that the feelings he held for her were entirely different.

He couldn't quite understand it.

"I thought I was in love before..." Adrien murmured, bringing her hand towards his lips. He closed his eyes, pressing gentle kisses to each of her knuckles. "I just feel so broken."

Marinette frowned her heart sinking into her chest the moment he leaned into her hand. She pressed her lips together, her drunken thoughts immediately wiping away the moment she witnessed his broken expression.

"I know how it feels." Marinette whispered, her hand slipping out of his so that she could properly caress his face. "You feel lost, confused... almost like you've become a different person."

Adrien glanced up at her, relaxing into her palm as he tried to find comfort in the way her thumb brushed against his cheek.

"I feel like I was in love with an image of her." Adrien murmured, his eyes closing. "That I was dating a stranger this whole time."

Marinette nodded, moving closer so that she could rest her forehead onto his. Her heart hammered so painfully inside of her chest, she swore she could have passed out.

"I understand." Marinette whispered, her hands slowly moving into his hair so that she could feel the thick locks between her fingers. "I know it'll make you feel lost and confused...almost ashamed and even inadequate." She closed her eyes, leaning into him as her heart ached the more she thought about what Felix had done to her.

"I told you once before that I'll always be here for you. I know you're used to doing things alone, but you don't have to this time. I'm here, we can go through this together, I'll always be here to support you."

Adrien exhaled, his hand reaching up to lay atop of hers as she caressed his face. He deluged in the comfort she provided for him both physically and emotionally, but Adrien felt so strained.

He knew he could lean on her, but like his father, he wasn't an emotional person. He could not cry for her.

He wouldn't.

"Did you ever find it strange that you and Felix never got intimate after so long together?" Adrien asked, his heart squeezing in his chest at the thought of his own lack of intimacy with Kagami.

Marinette furrowed her brow, her lips pressing together at the random question. She kept her hand on his face, her thumb running across his cheek as she tried to recollect her memories from before.

It was amazing how much her and Adrien had grown since they got married. She would have never imagined that she'd be this way with him when they first met.

She had judged him so prematurely since he had money and was the face of Agreste that she nearly didn't give him the chance. She was entirely too happy that she took Alya's advice and gave him that chance.

"Erm..." Marinette cleared her throat. "There were times when I wanted to be intimate." A small blush coated her cheeks at the concept of talking about her sex life with his cousin, or perhaps lack thereof.

Adrien rested against the pillow, his eyes remaining on her face as he listened intently.

Marinette reached up, pulling at the edges of her pillow with a flushed expression.

"I had asked him to go down on me..." she twisted the pillow edge, pulling the threads away from it the more she spoke.

"B-Because I wasn't ready for actual sex. I was scared it was going to hurt. He knew I never done it before and I thought maybe this would be a better introduction before we actually tried something." Marinette glanced down shamefully. "But he gave me the utmost disgusted look at that proposal, I felt embarrassed for even asking."

Marinette furrowed her brow at the memory, she could almost feel her heart sinking into the dark pit of her stomach.

"I told him to forget it, and never thought to do anything with him after that."

Adrien frowned, his hand reaching over towards hers and captured it. He lightly tugged her hand from the edge of the pillow and ge squeezed it gently.

"I didn't realise he was cheating." Marinette sighed. "I mean. I saw the signs. He was withdrawn, he was never home, he was cold..." she closed her eyes, moving closer to Adrien.

"I guess it makes sense as to why he never touched me. He had someone to be intimate with. He didn't need me nor do I believe he was ever attracted to me in that way. I never realised how much I was missing out." Marinette conceded, simply shrugging off that notion.

Adrien furrowed his brow, anger pulsating through his veins at his cousin's infidelity. Marinette certainly didn't deserve this and now that he was on the receiving end of it, he understood how much that could destroy someone.

It was incredibly fucked up, and Adrien couldn't understand how someone could do that to another person.

"No, you were never missing out." Adrien assured, bringing her hand up so that he could kiss her knuckles gently. "If anyone is ever missing out on anything, its Felix."

Marinette inhaled, her heart racing at the sound of his voice as he spoke to her. She blushed deeply, her eyes slowly opening so she could clearly look at him.

"I think you're an incredible woman, Marinette." Adrien continued. "It's one of the reasons why I found myself attracted to you. You didn't deserve any of that. Please make sure you know your worth, and you're worth so much more than that."

Marinette swore her heart could soar within the small confines of her chest. She leaned closer to him, wrapping her arms around him as she only ever wanted him to hold her close.

"Adrien, you're worth so much more too..." she whispered into his chest, her words spilling from her lips faster than she could comprehend. "Kagami didn't deserve you."

Adrien buried his face into her hair, his other arm snaking around her body and holding her flush against him.

Marinette gasped, her arms trembling as she kept ahold of him. Her body grew warm as she could feel every dip and fold of his body against her.

It went without a doubt that Marinette was curious. She remembered the night they got drunk and she rode his clothed hips until she realised what she was doing. She reverted back towards the thought of not having condoms, but having the morning after pills.

Perhaps it wouldn't be too late? She wanted to know what it felt like to feel his mouth pressed against hers, to feel his skin flush against hers, to feel his arms around her while she felt him deep inside.

The thoughts drove her crazy. She couldn't be the only one who felt this way.

"Adrien?" Marinette asked, her voice quivering as she kept her face buried into his chest.

Adrien relaxed into her, his digits running through her dark silky hair with ease. He kept his chin on top of hers as he held her close. It felt natural for the two to be this way, he had never felt this comfortable with someone he knew in such a short amount of time.

"Mm?" Addien mused, yawning as he was about ready to fall asleep right then and there.

Marinette bit her lip, her heart squeezing in her chest as the sober part of her mind wondered if what she wanted to say was a good idea, but the drunken part of her mind nagged at her, bitching that there was a possibility that she may never be able to have this opportunity again.

"A-Are you sexually attracted to me?" Marinette asked, her fingers gripping tightly into the fabric of his shirt.

Adrien froze, his eyes opening in an instant. His heart began to thump wildly against his chest he was almost sure Marinette could hear it.

He had no idea why she would ask a question so boldly, and part of him suspected it was because Felix wouldn't show her that he was attracted.

It wasn't like Adrien could lie to her.

He really was attracted to her. That went without a doubt, but if he chose to tell her no, then he would be rejecting her.

That was the last thing he wanted to do.

"You want an honest answer?" Adrien asked, exhaling as he pulled away from her to get a better view of her expression.

Marinette gulped, her hands trembling as she held on to his forearms. She was afraid of the answer, that much was true.

The night they almost got intimate, he touched her breasts and then withdrew for the rest of the night.

It put a lot of worry and doubt inside of her mind, and though she wasn't sure if it was an Agreste thing to be impassive with their romantic partners regarding sex, or that there was something legitimately wrong with her.

"Yeah." Marinette breathed, nodding as she could almost hear her heart thumping inside of her ears. "I'd like an honest answer. I want to know."

Adrien sighed, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose before he relaxed against the bed once more.

"I am. I am sexually attracted to you."

Marinette gasped, a warm sensation of relief pulsating through her veins. It was almost like her heart skipped a few beats within her chest but it wanted to leap out of her mouth.

While she was ecstatic to learn that she wasn't the only one experiencing all sorts of feelings, she couldn't help but to continue questioning the awkward situation the other night.

"Then why wouldn't you touch me?" Marinette asked, her voice quivering. "I asked you to touch me...you were touching me, but then you stopped. You withdrew from me and I was worried that something was wrong."

Adrien sighed, knowing full well that he saw that question coming full circle. There were a lot of insecurities that happened that night and Adrien couldn't help but to feel horrible.

His reluctance resulted in her concluding that there was something wrong with her, when that wasn't the case. It was all him.

"I stopped that night because you aren't Kagami." Adrien replied, his voice strained at the thought of having to untrain himself.

Marinette furrowed her brow, placing her hand onto his chest so she could draw even further away from him.

"You wouldn't touch me or have sex with me because I'm not Kagami?" Marinette asked, the hurt dripping in her voice.

Adrien widened his eyes, inwardly slapping himself at how he phrased that.

"No, that's not what I meant." He sighed, his hands grabbing on to hers as she watched him with pure bewilderment.

"Look, I know I'm not experienced. In fact, Nino pokes fun at the fact that I'm a virgin and that's fine, there's nothing wrong with being a virgin. I've known Kagami almost my whole growing life and she was my first girlfriend. Granted, I've never gotten far when it came to my intimacy with Kagami, but there were things she asked me to do. She'd teach me to touch her in certain ways that someone else may not like." Adrien bit his lip, feeling Marinette relax under him as she listened to what he told her.

"I only know what Kagami taught me. I know that when I touched you the other night, you pulled away from me. That told me that it hurt. While Kagami would have liked me to do more of it, you could want me to do less of it. I have to untrain myself from what I learned from my ex and start over. I don't want to fuck this up, Marinette. The last thing I want to do is lose you."

Marinette parted her lips, her eyes glancing down to her hand that rested on his chest. Her body grew warm as the urge to kiss him swept over her once more.

"So no, it's not that I don't want to sleep with you because I'd only sleep with Kagami, it's more like I'm worried to sleep with you because you aren't like Kagami. I accept the things she likes won't be things you like, so I have to relearn." Adrien elucidated, his voice dropping.

Marinette frowned, her heart squeezing in her chest at what he had been thinking that night. She gently slipped her hand away from his chest so that she could cup his face.

"Adrien, that's okay. This is good for us. We can both learn what we like together. We don't have to rush and we can explore each others body's at our own pace. It doesn't have to be now."

Marinette bit her lip. "I can show you what I like and you can show me what you like. It's a given you may have a bit more experience than me, but don't be afraid to touch me. If we do something I don't really feel comfortable with then I'd just tell you and we can start over..." she brushed her thumb across his cheek. "It goes the same for you..."

Adrien chortled, reaching up to touch her hand that rested on his face. A small blush brewed on to his cheeks as his joking nature kicked in despite it being a serious conversation.

"Does that mean I won't have to make a face if I eventually go down on you?" He teased, wiggling his brows playfully.

Marinette widened her eyes, almost ready to kick him straight off the bed.

She rolled her eyes, immediately squirming away from him, but unable to go anywhere as his arms tightened their way around her.

"As long as you're okay that Nino saw my vagina." She muttered with a playful pout, shivering at the memory as to how and why he saw it.

"I'll learn to let it go." Adrien teased, burying his face into her neck. "One day I'll be invited to the exclusive 'Marinette's vagina club' but I understand it's worth the wait.

Had it not been for the playful banter, Marinette would have shivered at the sensation of his lips brushing across her neck, but she couldn't focus on that.

She rolled her eyes, keeping her arms around him as Adrien moved his face up towards hers.

"Get real - exclusive? I think everyone's seen it. You aren't missing much." She chuckled, her heart skipping beats as her face was merely inches away from his.

Adrien hummed, closing his eyes as his hair was disheveled across his brow.

Marinette reached over, lightly brushing some hair away from his eyes and she smiled.

He was ten times more breath taking up close. She couldn't understand how he did it?!

Two beautiful people made one drop dead gorgeous offspring.

"Don't be silly." Adrien chuckled, a small blush spreading down towards his chest and his neck. "I aspire to be your first."

Marinette felt her heart skip a few beats. She breathed softly, her eyes lowering towards his lips.

There was a way in which they held one another that felt right. As cliché as it sounded, Marinette felt like she was born to be held in his arms. She felt safe there, she felt loved, she felt warmth.

Marinette wanted him.

She wanted to show him her feelings in the best way she knew how. There were no more walls between them. She knew he liked her and he knew she liked him.

What was stopping her?

Marinette closed her eyes, leaning forward until her face was closer to his.

"My first." She whispered, giggling softly before she leaned towards him and pressed a shy kiss to his lips before she quickly pulled back.

Adrien furrowed his brow, his chest feeling tight as he felt her lips briefly on his. He opened his eyes, chuckling softly.

"Was that supposed to be our first kiss?" Adrien mused, perking a brow as Marinette attempted to hide against his chest.

Marinette whimpered, her face growing redder than a tomato. She gripped on to his shirt, trembling as she tried not to explode.

"I know..." she muttered into his shirt. "I'm awkward."

Adrien laughed, holding her tightly with a wide smile before he pulled back. He slipped his fingers under her chin and guided her face towards him.

Marinette widened her eyes, her heart pounding erratically as she glanced into his eyes.

She barely had time to breathe or comprehend anything that had just happened before he captured her lips in a sweet kiss.

Marinette closed her eyes, vividly feeling his hand move towards the back of her neck and pressing her closer.

She breathed in, her hands gripping on to his shirt as his lips moved against hers.

His lips were like soft velvet, and Marinette couldn't believe what she had been missing out on.

She furrowed her brow, immediately kissing back as their lips moved in perfect synchronization. She inclined more so to the kiss, opening her mouth so that she could curiously taste him.

Each time her lips drew back, Adrien delved in, capturing her lips once more in a passionate kiss.

Marinette trembled, her heart racing as it was invigorating to kiss someone new, especially because this someone she had been dreaming of kissing since they got married.

A low groan escaped his throat and Adrien drew back, their lips separating with an audible squelch.

Marinette had felt so dizzy, she had totally forgot that she had to breathe.

Adrien bit his lip, his thumb caressing her cheek as he breathed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch it.

Marinette closed her eyes, her lips still wet from the kiss. She could still feel him on her lips, she could still taste him in her mouth. She had been ejected into cloud nine. Marinette couldn't remember a time she had been so happy.

"Wow..." she breathed softly, her chest syncopating with his. "You really showed me."

Adrien snorted, a wide toothy grin tugging at his lips as he laughed. His body trembled, the blond biting his lip as he tried to withhold the fit of laughter that threatened to emanate from his lips

Marinette paid him no mind.

She wanted another kiss.

She wrapped her arms around him, leaning up once more and capturing his lips, this time only deeper.

Her hands tangled into his hair as her lips moved against his.

Adrien immediately kissed back, his arms wrapping themselves around her waist and drawing her closer.

Marinette opened her mouth, her heart racing in her chest as she took the initiative to swipe her tongue across his bottom lip.

Shyly, she retracted her tongue, her lips quivering against his as she remained taut against him.

Marinette whimpered, breathing into his mouth as Adrien reciprocated. His tongue delved into her mouth, sliding against her tongue in one languid movement.

She furrowed her brow, her body pushing desperately against his. Her tongue immediately slipped underneath his, needy for more of a taste.

Adrien breathed against her mouth, his brow furrowing as the kiss grew gradually deep. He reached up, caressing her face as the kiss grew more and more desperate.

Marinette kissed him desperately, her tongue licking into his mouth as her body grew warm. There was an undeniable ache between her legs and somehow, she wanted more.

There had to be more.

With trembling hands, teetering on the edge of trepidation, Marinette reached up to wrap her hand around his.

She drew it away from her face before she meticulously guided his hand to the warm space between her thighs.

"Please touch me..." Marinette whimpered against his mouth.

Adrien gasped, his lips stilling against hers as he felt the warmth of her skin beneath her underwear.

Out of instinct, Adrien almost slipped his fingers beneath her panties. He too was desperate to give her what she wanted.

Adrien had only ever dreamed of it; to feel her, to touch her, to love her. He wanted to hear her cute little moans and desperate cries of her uttering his name.

But he couldn't.

Not like this.

"Marinette, we're drunk." Adrien breathed, his fingers brushing against her inner thighs. "Don't you think we should wait until we're both sober? I know I want to, but I'd rather have you wake up the next morning and not regret it."

Marinette pouted, her hands running through his hair as her heart sank deep into her stomach and burned in acid. She had become all too familiar with the feeling of rejection.

"B-But I won't regret it." Marinette whispered. "I may be a bit buzzed, but I know what I want. I've wanted it for so long."

Adrien felt his heart quicken in his chest. A deep blush brewed across his tan skin as he listened to her.

He sighed, a whine of sexual frustration escaping from between his lips. She made it so hard for him. Since the moment he caught himself often fantasizing about her, he had wanted to completely ravage her.

The fact that she had basically admitted she felt the same way ignited a flame so powerful, he never knew it was possible.

"So you're telling me you will remember asking me for this tomorrow morning?" Adrien asked, his voice hoarse as he tried to keep his mind elsewhere before the crotch of his pants grew tight.

Marinette pressed her lips together, her hands sliding down to his shoulders as she knew from the way he spoke, that it wasn't going any further tonight.

"Y-Yeah. I would." She confessed obdurately, leaning against him.

Adrien rested his chin into her hair, his hand moving from between her legs and towards her hips. His heart slowed down, but he had felt so guilty. He didn't mean to reject her, but he didn't want to sleep with her or touch her inappropriately if they were drunk.

"I know you're disappointed, but I feel like you deserve better than some gross quickie." Adrien assured, kissing the top of her head over and over. "I promise. I want you, but I'd just prefer that we were both in our right minds. This is your virginity, your first time needs to be special and memorable...and I mean that in a good way."

Marinette bit her lip, a spark of hope igniting in her chest.

"So...you mean if I go to sleep, and I wake up completely sane and sober tomorrow; you'd touch me if I asked you?" She asked, drawing back and resting her chin on to his chest.

Adrien snorted, glancing down at her. He reached down to glide his fingers through her dark hair affectionately.

"You are so stubborn." He laughed, leaning down to kiss her head. "But if sober you asked me to touch her, then I will."

Marinette bit her lips, closing her eyes as she moved back into her comfortable position.

She pressed her cheek into his chest, listening to his heart beat.

The night was perfect enough as it.

And though she didn't lose her virginity to him that night, she finally got one thing she had been pining for since she acknowledged her feelings.

She finally got to properly kiss her husband.