Note: Sorry it took so long. Some of you may know I've been busy and having computer issues. It's fine now as long as it crashes once. haha Anyway, enjoy. :)

Plagg walked into Le Noir in a scarlet silk button down with rolled sleeves, black slacks, and black boots. He nodded at Kim as he walked through the front door and into the club. He slid past the crowd of guests surrounding the three stages, making his way to the V.I.P room that Tikki had told him to meet her at.

He didn't want to meet her, not before he had something for her to prove that he was sorry. But something had drawn him there. Something told him to go see her anyway.

Plagg walked into the V.I.P room and stopped dead in his tracks. His lips parted and he swallowed hard as he peered up to see Tikki slowly spinning around the steel pole. Fire Meet Gasoline by Sia played over the sound system. She was upside down with the pole behind her knee. Her hair dangled down in a smooth river and her arms reached above her head, running through her hair. Her eyes were closed as she gracefully let herself spin around the pole. Her other toe was pointed out.

He let the door shut behind him as his eyes scanned down her body. She wore red lace cheeky panties and a matching lace bra. A clear crystal sparked between her breasts as the light hit it.

Plagg stepped closer as she swung up and gripped the pole with her hands. She spun around it faster and caught the pole between her thighs; before, she leaned back and reached out for him with a wink. She grabbed the pole and spun around it again. Tikki flung her legs up and slowly spread them in front of him.

Plagg felt his breath hitch at the sight of her. She was beautiful, perfect, and he found himself wanting to touch her. She propelled herself around the pole and brought her knees into her chest and slowly spun around to the ground. She arched her back and rolled onto her stomach along the stage. She brought her knees in and arched her back to get up. She held the pole and slowly walked around it. Tikki grabbed the pole higher and pulled herself up to the top. She turned around and gripped the pole with her thighs, reaching out at him with her back arched and one hand on the cold steel. Plagg watched her intently as she bent down and caught herself on the pole. She held on and released her legs off the pole, arching her back. He watched as she spread her legs again over her head. She grabbed the pole with her legs again and arched her back, spreading her arms out at her sides as she slid to the floor. She touched the stage with her palms and kicked off the pole to flip off and onto the stage.

Tikki walked up to him and he stepped backwards until he fell onto the couch. She bit her bottom lip and giggled as her eyes trailed down his shirt to his pants, where his cock flexed for her. He swallowed hard and shook his head to bring himself back to reality. "Wait." He pushed her back by her chest as she started to straddle his thighs.

"What?" Tikki's face fell as he held her back. "What's wrong? I thought you wanted this."

"Not like this. Tikki. We- we need to talk. Here, sit." He grabbed her waist and lifted her to sit beside him. He unbuttoned his woven shirt and slipped it around her shoulders, leaving him in a plain black tee.

"Fine. Why are we like this?" Tikki sighed and brought her knees to her chest. "Why can't we just work it out? Why haven't you just said sorry? All you had to say was that you were sorry." Tikki finally gave in and expressed the thoughts she had been holding in. "Do you know how long… I have missed you. How long I have waited for you to come to my door with apologies? How long I've put up this fake angry facade? Too long, Plagg. Too damn long." She shook her head and rested her chin on her knees.

Plagg sighed and leaned back against the couch. He ran his palms along his thighs and peered over at her. "Look. I'm really sorry that I ruined that run. That I didn't get you that pretty car, Sugar Cube. That I took money to put towards drugs. I- shit." He ran his hand over his hair again. "I didn't want to show up with just an apology. I wanted to pay you back. To show that I could do it without you. That I could be responsible and trustworthy. If I just apologized… with empty hands? How would that look?"

Tikki smiled warmly at him and touched his chin. She gripped it and made him look at her. "I don't need money. I don't need some fancy car. I just need you. I know I was angry and I'm still angry. Maybe more frustrated with you. But upset nonetheless. You hurt me. Hurt us. Lied and stole. But…" She swung back up and over his thighs. His hands skirted her sides to her hips as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She lowered her eyelids with a smirk. "I knew I was dating the King of Sin when I first laid eyes on you." She dipped her head and captured his lips. Plagg's peridot eyes widened, before they relaxed. He parted his lips and tangled his fingers into her hair as she dipped her tongue into his mouth, tasting him.

Plagg moaned and pulled her closer by the small of her back. She moaned and rolled her hips against him, reaching between them to undo his pants. He slid further down the seat and helped her slip his black slacks past his hips. He slid his hands along her breasts, never letting his lips leave hers. Plagg tore her panties down the sides and threw them to the floor. She rose up and slowly eased her way down onto his throbbing cock with a soft moan. Plagg groaned and purred against her skin as she circled her hips and gripped his neck with her hands. He held her hips and watched her rise and fall onto him. She stopped and began to roll her hips. He gripped her ass and stood up, carrying her to the steel pole.

He pressed her back against it and she reached up and grabbed the pole behind her, lifting herself up. He gripped her thighs and pumped into her. She gasped and arched her back, holding her shoulder against the pole. She bit her bottom lip and moaned as he changed angles with his hips, causing his cock to brush the swollen bundle of nerves. "Oh, fuck." Tikki gasped and clenched her eyes tight, letting go of the pole and gripping around the back of his neck.

He softly chuckled and and she pouted, capturing his lips with her own in a passionate kiss. He sunk to his knees and turned to lay her onto the stage. Tikki peered up at him and clutched his biceps as he looked down into her purple eyes with bright green ones.

"Plagg…" She gasped and her lashes lowered as he slowed his pace and rhythm. He thrusted hard and slow, bringing her to the edge. And right as she was about to burst, he changed angles and she cried out and came with her head back and lips parted.

He watched her and kept his pace steady as he moaned. She relaxed and he watched her eyes glaze over. Tikki pushed his shoulder, making him roll onto his back. She straddled his hips and clutched his shirt with her fingertips. Tikki rolled her hips and rose up and down. He slid his hands down her hips to her calves and clutched them as his muscles tensed. He raised his hips to meet hers and came hard. "Ah, Tikki!"

She panted as she rode out his orgasm until he relaxed, pulling her down against his chest. "So, why didn't you just tell me that you wanted money for drugs?"

Plagg sighed and rolled her off of himself. He slid his pants back up and refastened them. "I didn't want you to know that I needed them that bad. That I let my addictions get the best of me." He sat up with his knee drawn up and she sat up beside him. "Not that I couldn't give it up for you. I could. I just- I didn't want to. I thought you wouldn't notice."

"I wouldn't notice? You spent hundreds of euros and cost me a car." Tikki gasped at him with a shocked expression. "How could I not notice?"

"I'm sorry. I'm in the process of getting it all back for you. Every last penny." Plagg sighed and got lost in his thoughts.

"And I told you that I don't want money." Tikki argued and stood up. She walked over to the corner of the room and grabbed her bag. She began to throw on a pair of red joggers and a black tank top. "I just want honesty. If you can't give me that… then I want nothing to do with you. And that- Plagg. Breaks my heart." Tikki swung the bag over her shoulder and walked out of the room, leaving him slumping on the couch. He was confused. He thought that she had forgiven him, had let it all go. But it felt all wrong.

Adrien slipped in as Tikki slipped out. He walked over and sat down on the couch beside Plagg. "Didn't go as planned?" He crossed one of his arms across his chest and passed him a glass of brandy.

"No." Plagg took a sip of the warm liquor. "But I have plans for you."

"Of course you do." Adrien sighed and leaned back. "What is it this time?"

"Bank robbery." Plagg slammed the glass down onto the ground, letting it shatter along the floor.

"Yes, Boss." Adrien got up from the couch and walked to the door.

"I'll send you the address to input into your GPS." Plagg didn't even look at Adrien.

Adrien nodded and left out of the room. Plagg leaned forward and placed his hands over his eyes. His shoulders shook as tears ran down his cheeks and coated his palms. He didn't know how to fix it. He didn't know if he could. He knew what she wanted, but it wasn't enough for him. He needed to replace it all.

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"How'd that go?" Marinette wiped the back of her hand against her forehead as she stood up from underneath the hood of her car. Wrench in hand.

He took in the grease along her cheekbones, forehead, and chest. "Not so good." Adrien sighed and picked up the part that she was busy replacing. He put it into place for her and took the wrench that she held out to him.

"I take it Tikki and Plagg didn't work it out?" Marinette began to help him by holding the part in place for him.

"No, they didn't." Adrien sighed and bolted the part in place.

"I mean… I know she sought him out, but a part of me didn't know if he'd give her the answer she wanted or needed to hear." Marinette sighed and turned around to look for the right sized socket.

"You're right. I don't know why he even showed up." Adrien watched her come back to finish tightening the bolt down.

"You know why." Marinette didn't even look at him as she peered at a ratcheting wrench in her hands.

"I know I do, but he could have spared himself the pain." Adrien sighed and ran his greasy hand through his soft blonde hair.

"You also know that she meant it. She wanted to fix it, but would Plagg listen?" Marinette pointed out to Adrien and he stopped working on the car.

"Shit." Adrien groaned and threw the wrench back into her tool box.

"Glad you understand." Marinette watched him walk back into the apartment building.

"Hey, uh…" He rubbed the back of his neck. "Don't go through my tools, while you're doing what you're doing." He patted the side of the garage door and walked into the building.

Marinette shook her head and giggled at how possessive he could be over his tools. Over his stuff. She finished up the work she was doing and shut the hood. She cleaned up her tools and locked up the garage. She made her way to the apartment building, walking in to find Adrien on the phone.

"Look, what exactly did she tell you?" Adrien jabbed his index finger through the air as he paced on the balcony. "Well, then do you really need to pay her back or get her a new ride?"

"It's not so much about paying her back or getting her a new ride, Adrien. It's more that I'll never forgive myself unless I do that. Unless I can get her what she lost. What I took from her." Plagg sighed and placed a lit cigar between his lips with his feet propped up on his desk.

"Then figure your shit out because while she is willing to stick around for now… I don't know how much longer she can hold out for your stubborn ass." Adrien hung up on him, only for his phone to go off again. Trixx's name appeared onto the screen and he groaned. He pulled his hand back and chucked his phone towards their massive bed.

It nearly hit Marinette, but she ducked out of the way. "Hey." She raised her hands in the air as he fell back against the half wall. He pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. "What's wrong?"

Adrien didn't say anything. He used his foot to kick himself away from the wall and he walked past her. He yanked open drawers and quickly replaced his clothing with black joggers and a black hoodie that had cat ears. He threw his black mask on and laced up his black and neon green tennis shoes.

"Where are you going?" Marinette followed him around as he flung the hood over his head and pulled it around his face.

"Out." He backed up and ran at the half wall, leaping up and over it. She ran to the wall and gripped it with her hands, watching him run along the rooftops.

"You steal a cop car, I'll end you!" Marinette yelled after him and he raised a middle finger at her as he hopped down from a building to a fire escape. "I'M SERIOUS! I'M NOT BAILING YOUR ASS OUT OF JAIL, AGAIN!"

Marinette walked back into the bedroom and picked up Adrien's phone. She sat on the edge of the bed and unlocked it. There was one voicemail and she clicked it to listen.

"Look your father wants to talk to you. Needs to. There's something you must know. I can't tell you, but he wants to. It's important. Please call me back. Or better yet… go see your father. He lives at…" Trixx finished her message with Gabriel Agreste's address. Marinette ran to grab a piece of paper to write it down. If he wasn't going to go see his father… she was.

Song Tikki is dancing to:

Fire Meet Gasoline by Sia

Song I wrote the rest to:

Thief by Ansel Elgort