Dear Reader, since I haven't had much opportunity to write lately I was digging through my older unpublished documents and found this. Out of curiosity I thought I'd publish it for feedback from those of you who have read my other stories to see if you notice much difference between this completed draft compared to something I've really polished. Now the reason why I didn't give this story more love and publish it is because I used some minor elements of it in two other stories of mine instead: 'Don't Hold Back Your Love' and the final chapter of 'Birthday Wants' – if you'd like something specific to compare it to. So, I would love your feedback on this story. Personally, I think it needs more embellishment and the pace adjusting. Let me know what you think and I might even take up the challenge to rewrite it and post it to show you the difference – cheers!

FYI - in case you missed it in the description this is about our aged up heroes getting up to adult things, so please exit stage right if this is not for you...

Chat Noir could never understand why Hawkmoth chose to recycle akumas that didn't work. They'd been defeated before, so why would the man think things would change on the second go around? Sure, they'd had some close calls at times but still, not the best battle strategy. Yet being attacked by Super Guitar Villain had made for a trying day.

Regardless of this, Chat Noir had gotten a glimpse of something he shouldn't have seen. Ladybug had as well. Once again, they'd needed to close their eyes to recharge their kwamis. But an unexpected attack, which made the building shake, meant both of them peeked to deduce what was going on. For a whole three seconds the pair had stared directly at each other before slamming their eyelids closed.

In that moment, Chat Noir learned that Ladybug was Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. His freaking classmate and friend. And it had only taken five years for the cat to get out of the bag. It spiked his ire. She'd been right under his nose the whole time. Someone he already cared about and now his mind was in a quandary. The woman he loved was a girl he'd friend zoned.

Worst of all, Ladybug was now clearly uncomfortable in his presence. Her usual confident stance had been shaken. Her shoulders curled towards her torso and she kept averting her eyes from his. It probably didn't help that earlier in the week Marinette had caught him, as Adrien, reading erotic fan fiction shipping Ladybug and Chat Noir.

The trill of his miraculous reminded him that it was time to leave. He only had three minutes left before he reverted back. Lifting his fist, he uttered, "Pound it."

Ladybug startled, her eyes briefly meeting his before she glanced at his fist. With reddened cheeks she knocked her knuckles to his. "Pound it," she echoed.

With a lift of his chin, he bid her goodbye and launched his way to the next rooftop via his staff. He was only a block away when he heard Ladybug calling his name. Coming to a stop he glanced back and waited for her to catch up.

"We need to talk," she croaked as her eye-contact remained brief.

"Okay. When?"

She pressed the tips of her index fingers together then those sapphire eyes met his before darting away. "Now would be good."

"But we're going to transform back soon."

"Yeah but we both saw…" she waved her hand between their faces, "…right?"

"Right." Considering her anxiousness, Chat Noir decided it was best if he instigated things. "Follow me."

At her nod, he led her home. Although not to his room. He had a second option where he could sneak in. One of the guest rooms. He'd almost been caught returning home previously and had deemed the second entry a necessity. The guest room was one of many but was rarely used since it was smaller and less opulent. To be honest, the majority of the guest rooms lay dormant since Gabriel was such a recluse.

Ladybug seemed puzzled by his deviation from his own bedroom but followed him anyway. Chat Noir swung open the narrow window which he needed to duck his head down to enter. Once his partner was also inside, he closed the window and sat at the foot of the bed. His miraculous gave the one-minute warning but he didn't react, instead he looked to Ladybug. "Are you okay?"

Wringing her hands, she finally met his gaze full on. "We saw each other, Chat. That wasn't supposed to happen."

"No, it wasn't but it did. There's not a lot we can do about it."

"But…" she lowered her voice to a whisper. "…we know each other."

"You spotted that too, huh?"

Annoyance flashed across Ladybug's features giving him hope that she wasn't entirely freaked out. "This is serious. What are we going to do?"

Chat Noir shrugged. "Tell Master Fu? I don't know? We could keep this between each other. I mean you know all the other miraculous holders' identities anyway. How is this different?"

"Because we're partners. We're not supposed to know."

"But now we do."

Ladybug's earrings gave their one-minute chirp while Chat Noir's ring gave its final warning before the magic rolled over him in a green burst, revealing him to be Adrien Agreste. He watched with interest as Ladybug gasped, as if shocked by the display. Perhaps this made things real for her.

"Identity confirmed," he teased then his expression grew serious. Ladybug didn't appear to be breathing. He stood up and approaching her. Only then did she jolt at his nearness and resume her respiration. Which was oddly fast, even if she was replenishing her oxygen supply. "Are you sure you're okay?"

She nodded, then shook her head. "I don't know," she blubbered as she broke down. Ladybug dropped into a crouch, holding her shins. "How could it be you?"

Adrien wasn't sure if he should be offended. "What do you mean? Don't you like that I'm Chat Noir?"

Ladybug raised her head and blinked away her smattering of tears. "No. Adrien isn't… I mean you're not… oh this is so messed up."

Blonde eyebrows lifted as Adrien became more confused. While it hadn't really sunk in that Marinette was Ladybug, he was okay with it being so. He'd just need to readjust his perspective, and work out what the hell to do with his feelings. Kneeling down to her level, Adrien cocked his head to the side to study Ladybug. "I'm still your partner," he said gently.

A deep blush coloured her face from chin to hairline. "Partner," she muttered while her eyes grew distant, as if her thoughts were turning inward.

Before he could say anything else, Ladybug's miraculous gave a final chirp and she reverted to being Marinette. Suddenly, Adrien could understand her meltdown. It was so completely strange to see Ladybug disappear only to reveal Marinette. For years, he'd been flirting with Ladybug and trying to win her heart. While Marinette had always been a friend. What would she think of him now?

With her sitting in a dazed stupor, Adrien figured there was no harm in asking what was on her mind. "Do I… does it make you uncomfortable knowing it was me flirting with you while you're Ladybug?"

Marinette's head snapped up and the flush to her face returned. "Uh…no." Then her voice was barely a whisper. "Not at all."

That should have put paid to the idea that she was uneasy due to his attentions. But Marinette still looked ready to bolt. "Are you sure? You look like you want to get as far away from me as possible."

At that her mouth dropped open as she stared at him. "That's not the case, I'm just embarrassed and angry at myself."

Adrien's brow furrowed. "Why?'

Again, that panicked look settled across her features. "Because… because, I pushed you away as Ladybug."

"Nothing new there," he chuckled, trying to lighten the situation.

"But it was you," she said as her gaze roamed his face. "Had I known…"

He wanted for her to finish but she simply stared at him. The intensity of her eyes growing into a blaze he had to be imagining. "Had you known?" he prompted.

Marinette adjusted her position and took his hands in a tentative grasp. Her thumbs slowly caressed his skin and he swallowed. When her eyes met his again, she continued, "If I knew Chat Noir was you, Adrien, I wouldn't have pushed you away."

It was his turn to stare. His voice was hoarse as he rasped, "You wouldn't have?"

"No. Because I… I've always loved you."

Adrien couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You love me? As in me without the mask?"

"Yes," she said as her grip tightened on his fingers. "Now I feel so stupid. You were within my reach and I screwed it all up. We could have been together but now… you probably don't want to."

The vulnerability in her tone and expression had his heart thundering. "You're wrong," he managed to say. "I still want you."

"You do?" she didn't sound convinced.

But Adrien knew just what to do to fix that. On impulse he dipped his head and captured her lips with his. At first, she was frozen, as if totally stunned by his move. However, it didn't take long for her to respond. Their hands parted as they sought to hold one another, his hands on her back and nape, hers in his hair and cupping his jaw. Five years of yearning was unleashed as their kissing grew more passionate.

At some point, Marinette settled on Adrien's lap as their ministrations grew bolder. Her body was pressed firmly to his and there was no doubt she could feel his straining desire. Unsure if it was too forthright, Adrien considered whether his next question would result in a slap across his face.

Breaking away from her kiss, he had to ask, "Should we move this to the bed? It would be more comfortable than the floor."

Marinette glanced over his shoulder to the bed and gave him a shy nod, "Okay."

Together they rose and settled on the edge of the bed, eyeing each other with coy smiles. Adrien placed a hand on her cheek, leaning forward eagerly. Marinette mirrored him and they met with a fervent kiss. Both lost track of time, too caught up in the other to notice how long they made out for.

But it was Marinette who took the next step, sliding her fingers under the hem of his shirt to stroke the sliver of skin above his waistline. A groan escaped Adrien at the contact and he edged his own hands under Marinette's shirt. At his touch, she rocked on his lap, eagerly waiting for his hands to cup her breasts. Adrien understood her silent plea, holding her lace covered peaks so he could thumb her nipples.

Things continued to escalate. Adrien lost his shirt, quickly followed by Marinette's. The feel of skin on skin drove the pair into a frenzy. Somehow, Adrien managed to build up the courage to unclasp her bra hooks and Marinette let him remove the lacy garment, much to his amazement. From there he lavished her breasts with his mouth. Licking and scraping his teeth over her tender flesh.

Adrien hadn't expected things to go beyond that point. Honestly, he was amazed they'd gotten this far. But Marinette timidly reached for his belt and began loosening it. He wanted to ask if she was sure but he was afraid she'd stop. Instead, he broke away from her hungry mouth to watch her wrestle with his jeans. Soon enough his belt was unbuckled, his fly and button undone and Marinette was reaching inside his pants.

Now being eighteen and a highly desired model, one would assume that Adrien had some experience in the bedroom but this was not the case. He had been saving himself for Ladybug and right now she was looking at him like she wanted to devour him, in a good way. The moment her hand encircled his engorged cock, he groaned. Never had he been touched by anyone that way. Yes, he'd pleasured himself but that was different. To have Marinette touch him was bliss itself.

She began pumping his shaft but wasn't touching the head. He desperately wanted contact there but knew he was likely to blow his load if she did. So, Adrien decided it was time he got Marinette out of her panties. The moment his hands released her top button and lowered her fly, Marinette paused.

"Should we take these off?" he asked.

Biting her bottom lip, Marinette nodded. "Yeah. You too."

Together they stripped and got into bed. Sliding beneath the covers, Adrien reached out and pulled Marinette into his arms. They share a few kisses before the model let his hand wander south, trailing through her dark curls to find her wet centre. With a gentle stroke of his fingers, she moaned. Her response pleased him in a way that was utterly primal and he couldn't stop himself from continuing.

Marinette lifted a leg and rested her thigh on his hip, giving Adrien better access to her pussy. There he swirled and stroked his fingers in her increasing juices as she begged him for more. "Yes, Adrien, oh yes. That's so good. Don't stop. Oh my God, I'm going to come. Don't stop, yes, yes!"

A shudder rippled through her body and Adrien felt her muscles contract around his fingers. Marinette flopped to her back and lay seemingly boneless as she gazed at him with adoration. "Good?" he asked with a smirk.

"Amazing."

"Do you want more?" he said while glancing pointedly at his erection.

Her head nodded with enthusiasm and Adrien retrieved his pants from the floor to get a condom out of his wallet. Once it was done, he sheathed himself and positioned himself over Marinette.

"I don't really know what I'm doing," he admitted.

"Me neither. I'm sure we'll work it out together."

"If you want me to stop, let me know, okay?"

"Okay," she said as she pulled his face down to hers. Kissing him as she curled her legs around his body.

As they kissed, together they rocked their bodies until Adrien found where he was meant to be. Marinette raised her hips to accommodate his cock as he slid into her slowly. Her hands were now at his hips, guiding him when to move and when to stop. It took a while before he was all the way in but they both moaned at the pleasure of being fully joined.

"I love you," Adrien uttered before he could catch himself.

Surprise lit Marinette's face but she quickly smiled and his heart threatened to stop when she said in return, "I love you too."

Gazing lovingly at each other, Adrien began to move. Setting a rhythm as old as time. Marinette rolled her hips to increase the friction. At first, they were out of sync but they quickly corrected their moves with ease. Soon Adrien was pumping faster as Marinette moaned her encouragement, matching him with her own undulations.

"Oh yes," he groaned when she nipped his earlobe. "God yes, Marinette. You feel so good."

"I can't get enough of you," she cried in response as he thrust harder. Then she cried out his name and he felt her squeeze around his cock. The sensation was too much and Adrien followed her over. Reaching his own crescendo.

For a while they lay holding each other, panting hard. Adrien shifted his weight to his elbows and pushed the sweaty strands of hair from Marinette's face. "That was incredible."

"Yes," she nodded while trying to catch her breath.

"So, I'm kind of glad we slipped up today and found out each other's identity."

Marinette giggled. "You're only saying that because we ended up in bed."

"And you finally admitted that you love me."

"That I did."

"I think this is the start of a beautiful new chapter of our lives, milady."

"You're just saying that because you got laid."

"Nah, I'm saying it because it's the truth. Partner."

So, what are your thoughts? Okay as is or needs more showing instead of telling (as in painting a picture with words). Please let me know via the review box or via PM. As previously stated, if the interest is there I'll look at polishing/embellishing it and publishing it as a second chapter so you can compare the two versions.

Thanks for reading! :)