"Plagg, I think I fucked up by getting too close to her as Chat."

Lying on his bed, he was staring at his white ceiling, while his Kwami was consuming another Camembert portion on his pillow.

"Noooo, really?" The sarcasm in his voice was hard to miss, even through his mouthful of cheese.

"What do I do?" He covered his face with his hands, his mind drifting to the events of last night.

Her sweet taste, her intoxicating smell of vanilla and chocolate mixed with cinnamon. Moving one of his thumbs to his mouth he trailed across his bottom lip and thought about how her lips felt on his, it was familiar but different at the same time. The intense need to feel them again, rushed over him as his mind fleeted to the heat that radiated from her core.

Adrien could feel his desire as his chinos became tighter. With a low moan escaping his lips, Plagg was gone, giving his wearer some time to himself.

He hastily removed his trousers before his urge to release faltered, to free himself from the confined restraints. He gasped as he reached for his quivering member, imagining the hand of a certain bluenette as he grazed the tip. Gently reaching down the shaft, he caressed the head with his thumb, until he grasped the width with his palm.

Focusing on the images of those deep bluebells, he envisioned her mouth, her pink lips and agile tongue that had graced his mouth only yesterday, enveloping his cock. The memory of the heat radiating from her, as her body had shifted closer, had him pumping harder into his palm, varying the pressure he applied. The feel of her pert breast through the thin material caused him to groan louder as he reached his climax. Her gasps echoing in his mind, pushed him over, releasing himself with a low growl emitting from his throat.

The relief he wanted was not granted by his action, the desire to know her as himself had only been further ignited. Frustrated, and feeling slightly dirty, he cleaned himself up ready to go out on patrol. Knowing tonight was a lone duty, he was toying with the idea of making an appearance on the bluenette's terrace after giving Paris a quick scan from the roof tops.

He cursed himself for getting into this situation. He had known of Marinette in school, although the opportunity to speak to her had rarely presented itself. Being the new kid was not easy, mix that with being friends with Chloé, and he found it hard to make connections. He was aware that Chloé was not the nicest of people, but a lot of that was to do with her own insecurities, but this in turn had isolated her from the class. She had needed him as a friend, as much as he had needed her. Ultimately their friendship was good, but he had always wanted to get the bluenette to notice him.

An opportunity had presented itself to him some years ago, when he had been running off steam one night. Seeing Marinette on her roof terrace, he had landed and started a conversation. Surprisingly Marinette had not been in awe of him and thus, their friendship blossomed.

Ladybug had always told him they could not have a relationship, as it would be very dangerous if it was discovered. He had accepted this, eventually, as a reason to also not disclose their identities. However, when the proposition had been put to him about engaging in extra activities, he had been excited, and still is. Being with Ladybug felt amazing, but the deep personal connection could not be established for obvious reasons. It's not like he could ring her to see how she was doing unless she was transformed.

Not having the close friendships, out of the mask that he had longed for, becoming close to Marinette had been a lifeline to him. Her heart was big and understanding, her advise was rational and warming and her family had been supportive of their friendship. He loved Ladybug, but he also loved Marinette, something he didn't realise could feel so different with two different people.

"Alya it was amazing!"

Marinette was on the phone to Alya, who had called her as soon as she had got home. Marinette had given her a full run down of the day, with a little, tiny detail missing. The bluenette had purposefully not mentioned Adrien, as she didn't quite know what to make of it herself. The way he had been with her was familiar, there was something about him that Marinette couldn't quite put her finger on. And after the way Alya had teased her about her last encounter with the blonde, Marinette was not wanting the input of another, to add to the equation.

"Mari, I can hear the smile on your face girl!" Alya commented with excitement for her friend. "It's finally happening!" She exclaimed, singing her words.

"I know! I can't believe how it's all come together!" Lying on her bed, staring at her ceiling, she was absentmindedly playing with her loose tresses. She had not heard the silent arrival of Chat on her roof, the person who could hear her part of the conversation with his heightened hearing.

"Yeah I seen him last night...he's fine, yeah...just wanted to wish me luck for today." Marinette sounded strained when answering. Chat wished he could hear both sides of the conversation, was this wrong him eavesdropping on her. Yes.

"...Oh, Alya, it's not like that..."

I better knock to let her know I'm here.

A gentle tap on her roof hatch grabbed her attention.

"Alya I'll call you back."

She scrambled to lift her hatch to be greeted by two intoxicating green eyes looking at her, accompanied by a big toothy grin. Marinette's words failed her as her breath caught in the back of her throat.

Speak, say something, you look like an idiot say SOMETHING!

"Chat! Hi!" Her voice was way to high to be considered normal, "nice-you to see-come to see-"

What is wrong with me, speak. It's. Just. Chat.

"You ok Marinette?" He could see the blush on her face appear as she seemed rather flustered, finding it rather endearing, he couldn't help but smile down to her.

As she turned around to let him in she managed to grumble, "yeah, just-." Defeated, as words were suddenly failing her, Marinette beckoned him to come in.

Just don't look at him for a minute and calm down.

He eyed her suspiciously, cautious in whether to give her a hug or stay put at the bottom of her stairs. "Marinette?" Edging closer, he would have appreciated seeing her face to get an idea of what she was thinking. "What's going on?"

What is going on? Truthfully I have no fucking clue, what is the truth, what the hell is going on here. Hormones? Yes, that's plausible, I can definitely blame it on that. Why is my heart racing, I'm panicking...or...excited, slightly sick? Heck my emotions are all over the place, that'll be what it is...absolutely nothing to do with last night. Oh I haven't even had chance to think about-

Chat hugged her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder, she could feel his breath on her skin, causing her to become a wash with tingling sensations all over. Marinette tensed at his touch, before relaxing a little, trying to be normal.

This is normal, this is what we do! Totally normal. Fuck.

"I'm just a bit edgy," she turned in his arms to face him and put her palms on his chiselled chest to create a slight distance between them. As Marinette craned her head to look up at Chat, although smiling, his brow creased at her odd behaviour and quizzical green eyes gazed down on her. "Hormones," was all she could muster.

"Right...hormones...ok." He rolled his eyes playfully. "You can tell me if there's something bothering you, you know," caressing circles into her back, gently as to not snag her dressing gown. Smiling at her with care, she was loosing focus and getting lost for a moment in his gaze, Marinette felt her heart skip a beat causing her to recognise the heat rising on her cheeks so looked away quickly.

He's not helping, why is he soooo adorable.

He noticed, he could hear her heart beat. "Would you like me to go?" He needed to know the answer. He knew he should not encourage this, especially if he wanted to do this properly, as his civilian self. He could not put her in any more danger, his civilian self would be safer for her. Still, he did not want to let go.

"I don't know." A little more than a whisper, the words left her mouth. "You left this morning, everything was as it was, why is this like this now?" Staring at his bell, her hands slowly made their way up, to absentmindedly toy with it as she bit her lip. "We've crossed a line-"

"I can ignore what happened last night," Chat intersected her words with unexpected desperation. Stooping to lock her gaze, her beautiful, pleading gaze.

Sorry Tikki, this can be future Marinette's problem.

"I don't want to."

I seemed to struggle with this chapter...

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