Hey! Sorry for the wait, but here is the third chapter!
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Marinette opened her eyes. Sighed. Closed her eyelids. Took a deep breath. Then tried to calm the hot flashes of unease which radiated throughout her body.
She repeated the same motions over and over. Fighting against the same thoughts which were caught in a constant loop within her head.
And it had been that way for hours.
All this time, Marinette wavered between sleep and waking. Her mind was listless and her spirit too hazy to be really conscious yet her cardiac rhythm was way too high to allow her to sleep.
Countless times she had looked at Adrien, just as she did now and like the dozen other times which had proceeded, she noticed that he was still fast asleep. His arm remained wrapped under her breasts which wasn't helping Marinette in her quest to regulate her breathing back to a normal rhythm. Her tolerance level was officially reached when Adrien's hand moved in his sleep, landing — surprise, surprise — on the bottom of her breast. A noise midway between a sigh, a moan and a grumble escaped from her lips. Unable to handle it anymore, due to the high probability that she was going to end up suffocating if she stayed there, Marinette very slowly dragged herself out of Adrien's arms. While biting her lips, she regretfully removed his hand from her breast, and detached herself from his warm chest.
A startled jump shook her body when Adrien rolled to his back, spreading his arms across the bed.
The jolt shunted Marinette out of her lethargic state as she sat down on the edge of the mattress.
Why was she so scared he'd wake up?
Why was she so afraid to confront him?
Raking her hands over her temples, she pulled her hair back and stood up from the bed. Perched on her tiptoes, in an attempt to be stealthy and not make the floor creak, she retrieved the first garment which fell into her grasp before moving forward to the door. A smile straightened her lips when she noticed it was Adrien's blue shirt.
A flash of the golden haired-boy dancing, wearing those clothes which suited him so well, crossed her mind. She was remembering all the events from last night — or almost all. However, a strange feeling overwhelmed her. While she knew it had been real and that things had well and truly happened, it seemed so surreal. As if she had imagined every touch, dreamed every move and invented every pleasurable sigh.
She shook her head and quickly put the shirt on, doing up the buttons as she turned around to leave the room.
The view of Adrien instantly took her breath — which was already chaotic — away. The white sheet which was strewn carelessly on the bed barely covered his lower stomach. Allowing her to glimpse his remarkably chiseled « V » and — to Marinette's greatest despair — his beauty spot. His torso lifted with the breathing rhythm of slumber and his sleepy face appeared peaceful.
Desire reignited, throbbing deep down inside her, and Marinette made a hasty exit to escape the room.
The idea of a cold shower didn't seem so ridiculous to her anymore, even when her bare and burning feet came in contact with the cold tiles of the kitchen. Another sigh escaped from her mouth when her eyes met the clock hands: it was after 4:00 a.m. Had she really been awake for more than two hours, consuming herself with inner doubt while cradled within Adrien's arms? Obviously, she had.
Marinette grabbed a glass and quickly filled it with freezing water. Her eyelids closed with relief when the cold liquid appeased her dry throat.
Minutes passed, and after three big glasses of water, Marinette felt a little better. If she disregarded her thoughts which were all over the place, her breathing which wasn't really stabilized yet and the tightness in her lower stomach which wasn't going away easily with a cold drink, Marinette was fine.
The problem laid in her head. She couldn't stop the questions hurtling around in her brain. Here was the root cause of her anguish. This was why she felt so out of control. Racing emotions were exhausting her along with her inconvenient desire which was really starting to drive her crazy.
She leaned against the kitchen counter, with her eyelids closed and the cool glass between her hands, as she tried to regulate her breathing. Lulling herself with the sounds of the wind, which was blowing against the windows, and the chittering of bugs.
« Mari? »
The bubble of serenity she had been making exploded right away. With a start, she opened her eyes and almost dropped her glass. Her cardiac rhythm, which had almost returned to normal again, raced when she saw Adrien at the entrance of the kitchen. His eyes squinted in his half-asleep state while perusing her with concern. In turn her own eyes dipped to scan over the naked expanse of his torso, stopping with slight disappointment when she noticed he was dressed in grey jogging pants.
« What are you doing? You're okay? » he asked while getting closer.
Marinette opened her eyes wide and reached out her hand.
« Stay where you are. Please, » she said with a little voice.
He stopped dead and frowned with his eyebrows lowered. But she didn't give him any explanation. Adrien laboriously swallowed as he took in Marinette's attire, noting that she wore his shirt which perfectly suited her. The way the loose fabric fell highlighted her attributes. He could perceive the shape of her breasts, the hollow of her lower back, the curve of her butt...
« What is going on? »
A shiver ran along Marinette's body at the intensity of Adrien's gaze.
« I-I... I don't understand what's happening to me... »
He looked up and locked his eyes on hers.
« Is it because of the alcohol? »
She bit her lips and shook her head.
« Do you remember what happened? »
She gave a slight nod.
« Do you regret it? »
She did the opposite movement, her stare anchored in Adrien's which got more intense in one second. He got closer to her, with a feline lope which surprised Marinette.
« Do you want to do it again? » he eventually asked in a barely audible whisper.
He was now only a few inches away and she could feel her skin electrify with anticipation.
All of a sudden, the trance in which she was plunged stopped and a semblance of reason drove her away from him.
« What are we doing? » she murmured with a more aggressive voice.
« Mari... »
He slowly got closer to her.
« No! You're the one who started it, you're the reason we're in this... this mess! You're the reason I haven't been able to think of anything else but you for a week! » she grumbled between her teeth.
Adrien stopped and raised an eyebrow, then crossed his arms.
« Are you done? »
Marinette slowly breathed out, relieved.
« You can't blame me like that, it's not fair. »
She nodded and looked up to him.
« Yeah, I know. It's just... »
Her gaze got lost in his, she opened her mouth, closed it, and looked down.
« I don't want to lose you over a sex thing... » she finally murmured.
Adrien pinched his lips and walked up to her again.
« You won't lose me. I promise. »
She lifted her head and gave him a slight smile which made his heart melt.
« Listen... » he began. « Maybe if we had sex once and for all, we'll feel better after. »
Marinette raised her eyebrows.
« Yeah... It sounded better in my head, » he whispered, his cheeks red.
« I think you're right. »
It was Adrien's turn to be surprised.
« Am I? »
« I think we need it. And... it couldn't get any worse, anyway. »
Oh, it could. It really could.
« It's probably the feeling that something is missing, that things are not finished between us that puts us in this state. »
Marinette nodded and got closer to him.
« If we do it, we'll be relieved. And we can go back to being friends like we used to be. »
Of course.
« Umm... » he whispered, his face only a few millimeters from hers.
Their eyes were riveted to their lips which were almost brushing.
« Deal? » she gasped.
« Deal. »
And finally, finally, they kissed.
An incredibly relieved sigh sounded from both their mouths while they busily devoured each other. Adrien placed one hand on her cheek and let the other run down to her hip while Marinette buried hers into his messed-up hair.
An amazing feeling embraced them. This kiss was so right, so natural, so... inevitable. Consumed by the power of their embrace, Adrien slid his tongue into Marinette's mouth, making her moan at the contact. At this point, they may well have reached what could be considered the apotheosis of physical intimacy, as they had never been so close until this moment.
The young man ardently pressed her against the counter, his tongue intertwined with hers, his hands pressed against her butt. Marinette caught Adrien's wrists and slid them under her shirt — his shirt — before loudly sighing when his fingers touched her bare skin.
Not being able to take anymore, he firmly caught her hips and lifted her onto the countertop, sending the glass flying which Marinette's had placed upon it a few minutes before. Their lips detached and they turned their heads, keeping their foreheads pressed against one the other.
« Oops, » Adrien whispered before connecting his gaze again with hers.
The latter, now at his height, innocently smiled at him, her hands resting on his shoulders. He shifted closer again to her lips but Marinette leaned back at the last moment.
« Wait... Have you got a condom? »
He nodded and she frowned her eyebrows.
« Why? »
Adrien shook his head, his lips straightened.
« You really want to talk about this right now? »
Marinette imitated his expression and wrapped her legs around his waist, getting him closer to her.
« No, we have better things to do. »
She didn't give him the time to answer as she locked her mouth with his in a burning and primitive kiss, a desperate and greedy kiss. Adrien laid his hands on her thighs, softly caressing her skin, while rising them higher and higher with every second.
All of a sudden, he stepped forward between her legs, and Marinette's cry was thankfully muffled in his mouth when he rubbed the bulge that had formed in his pants against his friend's bare crotch.
« In... the... room... » she said with an out-of-breath and husky voice.
Adrien nodded and raised an eyebrow, his eyes sparkling with mischievous.
« What the hell... »
And, suddenly, he wrapped his hand around her waist and the other under her thighs, to carry her like a bride, or, in her case, like a princess. Marinette burst out laughing and entwined her hands behind his neck.
« Really? »
« Don't count on me to do things by halves, » he assured her by double-stepping the stairs.
She relaxed — although considering the state of tension where she was, it didn't mean much — in Adrien's arm.
« I take that very seriously, be careful, Agreste, » she whispered.
He opened the door with his elbow and closed it with a gentle kick before nearly tossing Marinette, who was roaring with laughter, on the bed.
« And I take that as a challenge, be careful, Dupain-Cheng, » he replied with a croaky voice.
She bit her lips and Adrien swooped down on her in an instant. He locked her lips with his and let his fingers run over her body until he reached her shirt, where he removed the buttons one by one. She moaned into the kiss when he parted the sides of her clothing, brushing her breasts in passing. The garment was thrown across the room, as it was a few hours prior and Marinette switched their positions, finding herself astride Adrien who looked at her with such an adoration she felt herself shiver.
She slowly brought her face closer to his and put an aerial kiss on his lips while her fingers fell to his lower stomach, quickly unknotting the strings of his jogging pants. They were rapidly removed and Marinette rose up, aligning her pelvis to his.
« Oh wow! » she verbalized.
The touch of Adrien's hardened member against her most intimate place made her tremble with desire. She laid her hands on his abs and slightly lifted herself up off him before sinking down again, languorously and slowly rolling her hips against his.
« Oh, Mari... » he moaned while firmly grasping the small of her back.
He raised himself up, reducing even more of the space between them. Eagerly he trailed his lips along the young woman's jaw, causing her pleasured sighs to resonate in his ear. All the while, he licked her scorching skin with his hands pressed against her hips, guiding the back and forth movements of her body against his.
Marinette was overwhelmed, the fervent sensations blended and mixed in a wanting tsunami which was taking everything in his path. Adrien's hands which were pressed against her skin. Adrien's mouth which devoured her neck. Adrien's breath which blew against her skin. Adrien's hard member thrusting powerfully into her throbbing core of desire.
Adrien.
He was all she could think about.
Swept away by this whirlwind of feelings, Marinette placed her hands against the young man's chest, violently pressing him against the mattress. She tossed her hair back, briefly smirking at the half-openmouthed look of surprise on Adrien's face.
« You're so beautiful, » he whispered.
His tone was incredibly sincere. He was looking at her with such an intensity that he seemed surprised such beauty could exist. He was absorbed in admiring her big blue eyes, her red cheeks, her lips rosy with her solicitations, the few strands of her black hair which fell around her face. Lowering his gaze, Adrien was captivated by the sight of her soft and warm breasts, her drawn belly, her narrow waist and lastly, to the curve of her luscious hips. Hips he wanted to hang on to.
Eventually, his stare connected with hers, admiring the shadow of her long black eyelashes framing her eyelids and the darkened blue of her irises.
« I-I... Uh... »
Marinette tilted her head and Adrien couldn't help but smile.
« Thanks, » she eventually whispered, her lips straightened.
She couldn't detach her eyes from him. Her gaze roaming from his flaming green pupils she knew so well, to his incredibly chiseled jaw, to his straightened lips forming a smile which flooded her heart with love.
Without thinking, she melted against him. Her hands pressed on his cheeks as she fused her mouth to his, connecting with him. Expressing her overflowing tenderness with a kiss. She lost herself in their embrace, knowing it was the last time such close proximity would be granted between them.
Adrien brushed her waist with his hands, sighing against her lips as she ardently devoured his. She was calling the shots and it only intensified his desire, fueling his burning need deep down in his stomach. Making even his veins pulsate. Marinette was kissing him so softly yet so passionately at the same time, and Adrien didn't want to leave her lips ever.
Unfortunately, their need for air had their lungs crying out, cutting off this amazing kiss. Marinette laid her burning forehead against Adrien's, her eyelids closed, her breathing ragged and her heart beating like crazy. The young man pressed his lips against her cheek and tenderly ran his hand through her hair.
A moan escaped from Marinette's throat when Adrien's tongue wandered down her neck to run along her collar bone, then roamed lower on her neckline.
All of a sudden, she was pressed back against the mattress, her breath taken away when a feather-light kiss was planted on her breastbone. She barely had time to refill her lungs when Adrien flipped her over on the bed, laying her flat on her stomach. Then his lips were on the top of her back, trailing a line of wet kisses along her spine.
« What are you... Mmm... »
Marinette's sentence died on her lips when his fingers fell upon her butt. His hands, which only brushed her skin at first, became more adventurous. More urgent. More spirited, almost hard.
With her face turned to the side, Marinette admired Adrien's expression. But couldn't help crying out when he ran his fingers between her legs. She automatically spread them, giving him access to touch her warm and wet intimate core.
She bit her bottom lip as another wave of uncontrolled desire surged through her body, resulting from Adrien's smoldering gaze capturing hers. His eyes were darkened, so much to the point they were almost black. Their combined stare became more intense when Adrien slowly inserted two fingers inside her. This position and new angle made Marinette moan and she instinctively arched against him.
« A-Adrien... » she whispered between two sighs, « More... »
Her brain couldn't form real sentences anymore, but the young man understood really well what she was wanting. A cheeky wink drew his lips into a smile while he pressed a kiss on her shoulder.
« Soon, » he murmured in her ear.
« I hate y-Ah! »
The end of her sentence never saw the light, instead a guttural moan replaced her words.
Adrien positioned himself above her, and languorously rolled his pelvis against her butt. He rumbled with pleasure at feeling Marinette's heat and wetness against his crotch. Without thinking, the young woman caught Adrien's forearm, pulling it close to her head and sunk her nails into his skin, making him moan with surprise. She strengthened her hold when he sped up his movements, lingering between her legs.
« Adrien, » she began, « If you value your arm, hurry up. »
He couldn't help but laugh, pressing his smiling lips against her back, before moving away from her, making Marinette shiver with cold when cool air replaced the heat of his body.
Taking a deep breath, Marinette turned over and looked around. The vision of a completely naked Adrien had her heart leaping in her chest. She had been around him for years now and was far from a stranger to his charm and magnetism, heck it was what made half of Paris fantasize about him. Even if she, over time, had discovered a part of him which made her laugh at the tears, growl with the frustrations and smile from ear to ear with the good times. But lately, she was getting to know him. To see a side of him which made her heart beat faster and her skin shiver. To look beyond the boy who was her friend, to see him as the man he'd become. Taking in the muscles of his torso, the shape of his butt and the sparkle of desire in his gaze.
Everything about him held her captive. Her eyes scrutinized every detail, every stare, every caress, every sigh. She was intimately familiarizing herself with all that was Adrien. With her eyes on him, Marinette couldn't prevent a ball of tension from forming in her throat. The realization that this was the last time she would see him so simply, the last time they would reach such closeness, both physically and psychologically.
And, as Adrien grabbed the box of condoms from his bag, Marinette, now sitting on the bed, pursed her lips and looked at the young man with an almost grave expression.
« Adrien? » she whispered with a shy voice.
The concerned one threw the condom on the mattress and he placed it next to her. He put his chin on her shoulder and frowned his eyebrows.
« I... » she murmured by looked down at him, « I don't want this to be the last time. »
She said it. With an insecure and shaky tone, but she said it. And it felt good.
« Wait, nothing's happened, maybe it will totally suck. »
Marinette knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to appease her, to make her laugh. Which worked. A smile grew on the young woman's lips while she ran a hand through his golden locks. Little by little, he lost the gleam of mischief in his eyes, which however remained still as intense.
« I... » he began.
But Marinette put her finger on his lips and shook her head.
« No, you're right. We'll talk about this later. »
Adrien stood up and she had to look up to maintain eye contact.
« Are you sure? »
She nodded and let her fingers run behind his neck.
« Kiss me, » she whispered.
Those words turned on Adrien much more than he ever thought possible. He melted at the touch of her lips. The second after, he locked her mouth with his in a burning kiss fueled by a whirlwind of questions, of hope and of want.
Marinette found herself lying down on the mattress again, with her arm looped around Adrien's neck, her tongue encircling his while her pelvis ground against his. Adrien's mouth drifted along her cheek down against her neck while his hand skillfully caught the condom box. He quickly took one out and unwrapped it as rapidly. With his lips devouring the girth of her breast, he conscientiously rolled the protection on with his shaky hands.
Eventually he plunged his eyes to hers, « Are you really sure? » he asked in a whisper.
A smile drew across Marinette's face and she put her hands on the cheeks of her friend.
« One hundred percent sure. What about you? »
« Does it sound weird if I admit that I've been sure for a long time? »
Marinette felt ebullient from his words. Her blood was molten, her skin on fire and her lower stomach burned. Yet she didn't understand the implicit meaning hidden behind his sentence. « Probably. But, right now, I don't give a damn, » she confessed.
Adrien contented himself with her answer and pressed a kiss as light as a feather on her lips. « You tell me if you're not okay, alright? »
She nodded and put her hands on his shoulders while he let one of his hands fall to her hip. A moan escaped from her lips when she felt Adrien's hard member against her intimate center. The young man captured her mouth with his, giving her a slow and soft kiss while he gently, very gently inserted himself inside her. She intensified the pressure of her lips, kissing him more wildly and slid her hands along his back, feeling the muscles rolling under his skin. A flash of heat spread through her body when she heard Adrien's moan against her lips. When he was completely inside her, he eventually removed his mouth from hersand stared at her.
« Everything's okay? »
Marinette seemed surprised by the realization that he was entirely within her.
« It didn't hurt at all, » she murmured while letting her head fall against the mattress.
The feeling wasn't really pleasurable, but she didn't feel any pain. It was just... weird.
But the fire was still raging in her lower stomach and this need, this primal instinct quickly came back, overriding all the new sensations that were offered to her. Adrien smiled, opened his mouth and Marinette guessed by the mischief glowing in his eyes that what he was about to say wasn't going to be very subtle.
Instead, she put her finger against his lips and shook her head. « Shut up and move, » she panted in his ear.
He almost automatically lost his mischievous expression and intensified his gaze, his eyes lightly wrinkled. A husky rumble escaped from his throat when Marinette encircled her legs around his waist. His look anchored her as he languorously ground against her in a shaky movement. This delicious pressure, this scintillating heat around him was so pleasurable that Adrien felt rapidly filled with a threatening sense of bliss.
His thrusts became faster and Marinette, with a wink and a smirk on her lips, moved her hands up to his shoulders. In one second, he was flipped over and pressed against the mattress, his friend above him. Seeing her take control of her own pleasure had him painfully swallowing. Damn, she was amazing.
At first, her back and forth movements were quite uncertain, she just lifted her hips up and down. But, quickly, everything became more instinctive, more assured, steamier. With her hands put on each side of his chest, Marinette bent slightly over him and let herself go. Led by her wants. Her pelvis pressed against his, moved away, started again to move faster, stronger, slower or more tenderly.
An out of control cry escaped from her mouth when she completely sat on his crotch. Instead of beginning a vertically swinging with her hips, she made them follow a horizontal trajectory, drawing imaginary circles against Adrien.
With her eyelids closed and her mouth half-opened, Marinette's moves were terribly languorous and the obvious pleasure which appeared on her face made Adrien shiver. Without thinking, he put his hands on her butt, helping her to deepen her movements.
The view of her had him enraptured. From the way she was biting her lips, to the swaying of her breasts with the rhythm of her gestures, of her long hair falling behind her, to the rolling wave of her hips. It almost got the better of him. But he found the strength to push the threatening whirlwind of pleasure back again.
His lower stomach was on fire. In response, he swiftly sat up to lock her lips between his. Her surprised moan sounded in his mouth but she quickly passed her hands around his neck, losing herself in his scorching kiss.
Adrien let his want dominate him, and inserted his tongue into Marinette's mouth. He kissed her with such ardor, with such passion she was soon paralyzed by the desire for him to never stop, to never wake from this fantasy come to life.
In the blink of an eye, Adrien, on the edge of the abyss, bluntly caught Marinette's waist and pressed her against the mattress with his lips still linked to hers. Events were proceeding with incredible speed and the pleasure resulting from them grew bigger and bigger. Adrien caught her thighs and Marinette didn't have the time to ask what he was doing as a strong and guttural moan escaped from their mouths in unison. He had moved her legs up, placing them upon his outer arms, which allowed him to sink more deeply inside her.
« Oh, Mari... »
His thrusts became faster, more muddled, almost desperate. He buried his head against her neck and Marinette, overwhelmed by these new sensations, closed her eyes. She was out of breath, her skin soaked with sweat.
This time, Adrien couldn't push the tsunami of pleasure back, letting the carnal gratification submerge him. With the last back and forth pump, he collapsed against the young woman who stroked her hands through his blond hair. She had trouble taking a deep breath, and the heat and the weight of Adrien against her didn't help. But she didn't care.
Eventually, with his lips half-opened, his chest lifting up at the mad rhythm of his own inspirations, he lightly eased up. He plunged his gaze into hers and Marinette lost herself in his blazing irises. She couldn't help but smile and the same expression quickly drew across Adrien's face.
« Did we just sleep together? » he asked with a hoarse voice.
Marinette passed her hand over his burning forehead, softly caressing his skin, « I think we did, » she answered in the same tone.
Adrien couldn't prevent a laugh from escaping his throat. He placed a kiss on her wrist and slowly removed his weight from her before rolling onto his back. He laid down next to her, rapidly pulling the condom off and Marinette nestled against him the second after.
« It was pretty good, » she commented, a smile in her voice.
Adrien's right hand was wrapped behind her body, playing with the locks of hair which had fallen on her back. Marinette leant her head against his warm torso. Their legs were twisted around each other and their hearts were madly beating.
« It was really good, » he whispered, putting a kiss on her forehead.
This gesture doubled the intensity of her cardiac rhythm and Marinette tightened her embrace.
« But you didn't... » he asked with a little voice.
She sat up and buried her gaze into his, « That's normal, it was the first time, » she explained. « You know, for girls, it's more complicated and... What are you doing? »
He sat up, laying Marinette down in the middle of the bed and was again placed above her, his face a few millimeters from hers.
For an answer to her silent question, he raised his eyebrows up and down, pressed his lips to her cheek and got them closer to her ear, « I'll give you what you gave me, » he murmured with a husky voice.
An endless shiver ran over her body.
« You don't have to, it was really... Fuck! »
Her sentence died on her lips when Adrien's mouth went down on her most intimate place. She pinched her lips and threw her head back, her hands leaned against his head. His tongue dipped inside her, venturing up on her clit, coming and going, with increasing vigor.
The desire, which had accumulated for hours, very quickly got the better of Marinette with almost inhuman speed. Her sighs transformed into pleasured cries while her nails sank into his hot skin again. She instinctually arched against his mouth, « Oh, Adrien... » she moaned.
It was the last audible word she managed to make. Since, the second after, a pleasure wave laid her low, exploding the bubble of desire in her lower stomach.
She fell against the mattress with her breath jerky, her limbs shaky, her skin covered with sweat while her throat was dry and lips half-opened.
Adrien let his lips run up along her warm belly, placing a kiss just under her breast and laid down next to her with a smile on his lips. Marinette opened his eyes, giving him a look full of happiness, well-being and serenity.
« So? » he asked by raising an eyebrow.
She shook her head, her lips straightened into a smile from ear to ear. She felt her cheeks warm, attired in a rosy veil when Adrien put his hands against them. She laid a kiss on his palm, then on his wrist and stopped when she came to his forearm. With her lips pinched, she looked up at him and fluttered eyelashes, giving him an innocent smile.
« What? » he murmured, as his eyebrows frowned.
Eventually he looked up to his forearm and opened his eyes wide. His skin was covered with scratches, vestiges of Marinette's nails passage. He plunged his irises on young woman's again and, with an indecipherable expression on his face, stood up from the bed before going to the bathroom, adjacent to the bedroom.
Marinette followed him with her eyes and was blinded by the light flicked on in the room. She pressed her hand against her mouth when her gaze met Adrien's back which was, too, covered by red lines. The concerned one contorted himself to see the extent of the damage, and, with his mouth half-opened, passed his fingers over his scratched skin, « You're really... »
He was cut off by Marinette who didn't manage to hide her amusement and quite frankly burst out laughing. Adrien's lips quickly straightened in a sinister smile.
He switched off the light and rushed over to Marinette, whose laughter just grew stronger. His green eyes settled on hers and she barely had time to detect the so familiar glow when he plunged his mouth onto her neck. He devoured her skin with burning kisses and her laugh rapidly transformed into moaning. She didn't notice until it was too late that Adrien's attention was focused on just one accurate zone of her neck. When she opened her mouth, Adrien's telling release of her skin in a pop left little room to doubt what he'd just done. Easily allowing her to predict how much of a mark he'd just made.
He gracefully sat up and gave her one of the most innocent of looks. Marinette shook her head and put her palm on his warm forehead, softly caressing Adrien's skin until reaching his hairline. Her lips straightened into a smile, one the young man couldn't resist. Curling his fingers into her dark hair, Adrien pulled Marinette's lips to his, kissing her with utter adoration. His mouth drifted to her cheek, to the tip of her nose, and finally, tenderly to her forehead.
Marinette felt her heart aching in her chest, overwhelmed by a bunch of feelings. The happiness of this proximity between them. The satisfaction to have finally fed this insatiable desire which burned in her belly. The impression to be outside of time, outside of reality. But she felt dreadfully guilty too, guilty to have selfishly given in to her urges, putting in danger their friendship which was so, so precious to her. And most of all, Marinette was terrified at the idea of not being strong enough to hold her love for him back.
Marinette felt a lump in her throat and her eyes grew moist. Thankfully, she managed to blink back her tears and gave a smile to Adrien as he laid down next to her. She was annoyed with herself, they never lied to each other, and she felt as though she were betraying him by hiding her feelings from him.
But, it was the best thing to do, wasn't it?
Suddenly, affected by all these questions, these thoughts and these fears, exhausted by everything her body had known this night, Marinette felt worn out. So, she turned her back on Adrien, laying her head against the pillow and allowed her eyelids to close.
A smile drew on her lips when she felt Adrien moving about behind her, without really knowing what to do. She reached out her hand and caught his arm, guiding it around her waist, « Come here, » she whispered.
Despite himself, and the rosy red hue to his cheeks, Adrien finally got closer to her and pressed his body to hers. Enjoying the heat of her skin and the sweet smell of her hair which brushed against his nose.
He put a last kiss on her shoulder and murmured in her ear: « Good night, Mari. »
The sun was already high in the sky when Marinette opened her eyes. She blinked and frowned her eyebrows when seeing the piles of clothes scattered on the floor. Her mind was still clouded by fatigue but her thoughts were quickly clarified when she felt Adrien's fingers move around her body.
Last night's events came to the surface of her mind and a smile drew across her face while she slowly turned around in his arms.
His golden hair was tousled, his chiseled and thin jaw accentuated by the sunlight and his tanned skin were a combination which attracted her as surely as a magnet. Adrien's lips straightened and he slid his hands along Marinette's waist.
« You like what you see? », he asked with a hoarse voice, the eyelids closed.
She edged slightly closer to him and put her hand on his torso, feeling Adrien's grip strengthen on her waist.
« Kinda, » she murmured.
He eventually opened his eyes, and a shiver ran along her spine when his green irises settled on hers. His look was deep, befuddled by tiredness and desire. She bit her bottom lip while letting her fingers caress his skin. The fire which had made her head turn, was starting to burn again in her lower stomach.
And, if she trusted the bump tenting the white sheet below Adrien's belly, she wasn't the only one.
« We have to talk. »
Marinette nodded, her lips at a few inches from his. « We'll talk. Later. »
She barely had time to see Adrien's smile before he pounced on her, kissing her feverishly. His large, thin and hot hands wrapped around her waist, venturing up until they reached her ribcage. His thumbs brushed her breasts and Marinette grumbled against his mouth.
She dragged herself above him and put her pelvis against his, making them moan in tandem. Adrien's fingers fell to the bottom of her back, until they curved against her butt, drawing her even closer.
Her lips suddenly moved apart from his as Marinette initiated a grind against him, her mouth brushing against his, her breath mixing with his. The feeling of his hard member right up against her made her sigh with pleasure. Her hands rested on his stomach while she rubbed her hips against his again, then Adrien helped by accentuating her movements with his own.
« Oh, m'Lady... » he whispered against her lips.
And time suspended in the air.
Marinette moved her lips away from his and sat up, blinking with her mouth half-open. Short-winded, she stared with eyes wide open. Internally she wondered if she had heard correctly what had just come out of Adrien's mouth. But, faced with the obvious horrified expression on the young man's face, she knew her ears hadn't played a trick on her.
His hands tensed around her hips, his cheeks were red and his eyes were wide open. He seemed to be thinking at top speed, his stare lost in space.
« W-What? You...? »
Suddenly, facing the green eyes of Adrien, his so familiar face, his features so perfectly drawn. His stares, which could be so mischievous, so intense, so impish and the innuendos which dropped from his lips as well as the puns he openly launched. Marinette knew.
She knew, the instant her nickname had sounded in the room.
She knew he knew she was Ladybug.
But, mostly, she knew Adrien was Cat Noir.
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