Marinette sat at a table with Adrien at their favorite club in the city. She was wearing pastel pink joggers, a navy and black polka dotted bralette, and grey ankle boots. She sipped on her drink and looked across the table at Adrien.

He was tipping back a drink, wearing a black hoodie and a pair of black joggers. Orange Converse sat on his feet and he had the hood drawn over his messy blonde hair.

"Do you ever get tired of this life?" Marinette knocked back the rest of her drink and spun the glass along the laquered table.

"What do you mean?" Adrien brought his beer back to his lips and waited for her answer.

"You know… like want to settle down and not do what we do?" She gestured between the two of them with her glass.

Adrien thought about the ring back home, hiding in one of his tool kits in a velvet box. He nearly choked on his drink.

"You okay?" Marinette raised an eyebrow at him and he cleared his throat, taking another sip.

"Yeah, yeah. Fine. To be honest, Marinette. I live for this life. The rush, the adrenaline, the cars… the money." He set his beer down and rolled up his sleeves, showing off his 'ride or die' tattoos. Each word was on a forearm and he leaned back against the seat.

Her heart sank as the realization that he may never fully settle down kicked in. Her chest hurt and when he yanked her from the bench to dance, she was lost in her own spiraling thoughts.

He pulled her onto his thigh and rolled his hips against hers. Adrien grabbed her chin and brought her gaze to his, while he held the small of her back with his other hand. "But I would trade all of this for a girl like you, bugaboo." She gasped as he crashed his lips down to hers. Her heart flooded with emotion and she pushed him away by his chest, causing him to chuckle with a smirk as she rolled her hips and dropped to the ground. He slid behind her and as she arched her back to stand up, he pressed his pelvis forward to graze her rounded behind. She pressed into him and leaned back against his chest with her arm around his neck as they rolled their hips together. He rested his hands on her hips as they danced together. He spun her around and dipped her back, pressing his erection against her. She slowly rose back up against him and rocked back and forth with her hips. Her hands gripped his joggers as they moved together. He peered down at her and growled as she slowly swayed her hips to the floor. She spun around and arched her back as she rolled her body, brushing his hard cock with her behind. Her hair whipped back against her spine and she peered back at him. He yanked her up against him and rolled into her with his hips.

She spun around in his arms and wrapped an arm around his neck, poking him on the nose. "Sin Kitty." She teased and did a few steps as she backed up from him.

He chuckled at her and dropped into a body roll against the ground, before he did a few push ups with his knee bent. Adrien leapt back up onto his feet and slid up beside her again. They slid their feet along the ground and he pulled her in front of him again. He rolled his hips in time with hers and she body rolled to the ground. She spun slightly and laid on the ground, raising her bent knees to her stomach, stretched her legs back out, and slowly spread them.

Adrien dropped into a body roll on top of her and she pushed herself from underneath him with her feet. He rolled up in a smooth move to his feet. She swayed her hips, tapped her toes along the ground, as she walked towards him. She picked her hair up with her arms and let it slowly drop back to her shoulders.

His eyelids lowered as he watched her move. She grabbed his hoodie and yanked him against her. He bent his knee slightly and she swayed her hips along with his as she rested her weight on his thigh. Adrien panted in her ear as they danced together. She held his hoodie in her fist, getting lost in him.

She pushed him away and began to body roll, stopping with the beat. He yanked his hood down, body rolled two feet from her, and pointed to her chest, to her waist, to her hips. She popped at each place in time with his gestures and he bit his bottom lip as he nodded his head and popped and locked beside her. She slid her feet along the ground and joined him, copying his moves.

Adrien grabbed her wrist and spun her into him. He held the back of her neck as she bit her bottom lip and rocked on her feet, slowly body rolling till she returned back to his thigh. Adrien slid his hands to her hips and rocked against her.

"I need water." Marinette yelled over the loud music.

"Ladies first!" Adrien gestured to the bar and Marinette grabbed his hoodie, leading him to the bartender.

"I'm not leaving you alone for some woman to steal!" Marinette winked at him and he chuckled.

"You do know… you don't have to pull me by my hoodie. I would have just followed you!" Adrien leaned into her ear and she stopped walking.

She turned to face him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and reached up on her toes. She softly pressed her lips to his. "I trust you. It's them... I don't trust." She peered past his head to look at all of the women in the club, staring at him. She tangled her fingers in the soft hairs at the nape of his neck and slowly licked up his neck, with purpose. He groaned against her and slid his hands down to her rounded ass, gripping it in his hands. That's right. He's mine. The women looked away from them and she slid her hands from his neck. "Drinks?" Marinette smiled up at him and he shook his head.

"Come with me." Adrien lead her to the bar. She swayed her hips as she followed him to the bar to grab a drink with him. He passed her a bottle of water and he cracked his own open.

"So, what do you think Tikki and Plagg are up to?" Marinette sat down with Adrien at a table.

"Fighting." Adrien chuckled and took a sip of water.

"Seriously." Marinette looked at him with a smirk.

Adrien nodded at her. "Yeah. Fighting."

Marinette scoffed and rolled her eyes. She liked to hope that they were making up, but she knew Adrien was right. If they were even together right now. For all she knew, they were in separate places. "You're probably right." She sighed and fell back against the seat. "I just wish that they would actually fix their relationship and got back to how they were."

"I know, Bugaboo. I do too." Adrien sighed and rubbed his eyes. "It's easier to work for both of them, together, than separately."

"Exactly!" Marinette slammed her water down on the table. "I just want to run one job, not two."

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Tikki laid in bed, staring at a photo of her and Plagg when they first opened their business together. She wondered if he missed her. Missed working with her. She ran her thumb along his arm and a tear fell down her cheek. The man had almost died on her today and yet she couldn't even pretend like she was thankful he was still alive. Couldn't even forget the apology and the money. Couldn't forget the past. How long had it been anyway since he slipped up? How long had it been since she had been with him? How long could she keep up this fake hatred? She had forgiven him long ago, but she wanted to teach him a lesson. Wanted to make him see how wrong he was. Anger filled her as she realized that he couldn't even apologize to her. Couldn't even try to.

She screamed and threw the picture across the room, shattering the glass along the floor. Tikki got up and grabbed a crystal glass from a tray and poured some liquor from a crystal decanter. She fell into a red armchair and pressed the glass to her lips. "Just say your sorry." She knocked back the drink and ran her fingertip along the glass. "All you have to do is apologize to me. I don't need money. I don't need fame. I don't need anything. I just want you to ruin my life." Tears fell down her cheeks in streaks of black as her mascara ran.

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Plagg knocked back a shot of whiskey at his bar. He sat down on his couch and spread his thighs as he flipped through channels on his television. His mind kept filtering to Tikki. His black eye still hurt and the corner of his lip burned every time he opened his mouth. Plagg sniffed and threw the shot glass, opting to just drink from the bottle. He stared blankly into the television and rubbed his eyes. Tears pricked his eyes and fought to spill from the corners. He leaned forward and put the bottle on the floor between his black boots. Plagg rested his elbows on his thighs and ran his hands over his short hair. Sobs racked through him as his heart ached for Tikki. How in one move, Hawkmoth could have dropped her to the floor. How could he have been so careless? It was all his fault. If he would have just given him the twenty grand when it was due.

His phone went off and he looked down at the screen to see Chat Noir's name across the screen.

CN: You okay?

Plagg threw the phone onto the couch cushion beside him and leaned back against the cushions. If he was honest, no. But he had to pretend like he was okay.

P: Yeah. I'm fine, kid. Just drinking at a bar. You know how it is.

Plagg set his phone aside and never answered another text. He wasn't in the mood to talk or have someone to drink with. He just wanted to be alone to sulk on his own.

He ignored his phone when it went off again, turning the television off and walking into his bedroom. Plagg slipped off his pants and button down shirt, before he fell onto his massive bed. Plagg groaned and put his hands behind his head as he stared up at his ceiling. His phone buzzed again and lit up the room, but again he ignored it.

Sugar Cube: I can tell that you don't want to talk to me and I understand that, but- look, just meet me at Le Noir tomorrow night. I'll be waiting in V.I.P booth #4. I hope you show.

Plagg slowly fell asleep with the moonlight filtering in through his window and along his abs and muscular pecs. He imagined a girl with reddish hair running her fingers along his stomach and chest. How they'd gently graze along his heated skin up to his neck. How she'd press her breasts against him and arch her back. How he'd run his hands down her back and grip her perfect ass. How he missed her keeping his bed warm. Missed her giggles and how she always made his bad days good. He sighed and rolled onto his side, clutching his pillow in his arms.

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Adrien sat with the tool kit in his lap. He ran his fingers through his soft hair and blew out a breath. His fingers grazed the cold metal as he undid the latch with a loud thunk. He opened it and took the velvet box out of the kit. Adrien slowly opened it and took in the ring. His heart sped up and he shifted it in the light, letting it glimmer. He had no idea how he was going to propose yet. He had made lists over and over again. Written his words over and over again. But nothing seemed like enough for a girl like Marinette. Nothing seemed perfect. The door opened and he slammed the box shut and shoved it back into the kit.

"What are you doing?" Marinette sauntered over and ran her hands along his shoulders.

"N-nothing." Adrien blushed and touched her hands with his own.

"Come to bed." Marinette slid her hands down his chest and began to pull his hoodie up his torso.

Adrien bit her arm with a smirk. "Alright, I'll meet you there."

"Okay. Don't take too long." She walked back inside and he let out a sigh of relief.

He slid the tool kit back in place and headed inside.

Note: There is a drawing on my tumblr (Quantum Chickpea) for the dance part. I used 2 screenshots from 'Birthday Sex' Jade Chynoweth Nicole Kirkland youtube video for it.

Songs Adrien and Marinette are dancing to:

Side to Side by Ariana Grande

Taki Taki by DJ Snake feat. Selena Gomez, Ozuna, Cardi B

Song for Plagg and Tikki at this moment:

Ruin My Life by Zara Larsson