Disclaimer: Don't own and never will.
AN: Inspired by a Reddit post asking about 'We will never speak of this again.'
AN2: The characters are just over eighteen in this.
"Fuck me Luka, fuck me!" Marinette screamed, not even trying to keep her voice down.
Juleka raised an eyebrow and looked at Rose. Ivan looked at Mylène as they all stood on the deck of the Liberty.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuccckkk!" Marinette screamed, before giving a scream of pleasure. Everyone's faces turned red with embarrassment. They really needed to leave. Pretend that they weren't here. That was the consensus. It was a nice day in Paris. There was nothing pressing for them to practice right this moment.
At least, that was the plan.
As their little group slowly made their way up the gangplank, trying to pretend that they couldn't hear the sounds from the boat. And it was going well. Until Ivan slipped and thumped into the door with a thump.
A very loud thump.
There was a short eeep sound from inside and Luka quickly popped his head out of the window.
"Be there in a minute!" he said quickly, refusing to look at them.
There was a clattering sound from inside and some cursing, before the door was opened to reveal a very red-faced Marinette and an equally red-faced Luka.
"H-h-hey guys...I'm so sorry, we must have lost track of the time," Luka said and the others simply refused to look them in the eye.
"Yeah, Luka and I were just so busy t-t-t-talking after our date," an equally red faced Marinette stuttered out.
"Yeah...talking," Juleka deadpanned with a smile tugging at her lips.
"A-a-a-anyway, thanks for the wonderful date L-L-L-Luka," Marinette said as she ran (and tripped) off the boat. "I'm okay! Totally okay!"
"I'll just grab my guitar," Luka said, still not looking at them.
"Don't worry man, we'll just set up out here," Ivan said and he grabbed his drum set.
Five minutes later, the band was warming up like nothing had actually happened.