being sick sucks! my whole family has been sick, and of course Christmas happened. at any rate, I'm sorry for the long wait... life got in the way. also my aunt is getting married today (12/30/17) so my family has been in wedding panic mode for a month. I love weddings, but my nana needs to take a chill pill. my mom was supposed to carter, but my nana took over... she's an OCD perfectionist. this is what i'm dealing with.

also, my cat of 14 years passed away and we got a black kitten I named Plagg... she does like cheese, just like her name sake! she's also my little buddy and likes to play with my feet... she's a sweet kitten though and a little purr box.

sorry for the short chapter... luckily I had most of this chapter done before I got sick so I was able to finish it quickly.

Fandomsunited: yes... here's the 5th chapter.

enjoy and please review!

~inudigifan201

Ch, 5. Hangovers and murder

Adrien honestly didn't know how much wine he drank. It was more than he had ever drank before, that was for certain. So this is what being drunk was like. He had a hard time seeing, needed to pee, and couldn't walk straight to save his life. And was it just him, or was Marinette even more irresistible? She also had a lot to drink, but she helped him up the stairs to their chambers. Although they both faltered every now and then.

"You're..." He had to think for a second. "The most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He smiled crookedly in his drunken stupor. "More beautiful than all the flowers in my garden."

She giggled as they reached the door and he opened it.

He managed to pick her up bridal style and carry her to the bed... without dropping her.

She laid on top the sheets red faced from her own intoxication and gave him a seductive smile. She pulled him down by his shirt and their lips met.

The rest of the night was a complete blur. The sun coming from the window had the nerve to shine into Adrien's face. He grumbled as he closed his eyes tighter and tried to curl into a ball, only to find his sleeping wife naked his his arms. His face exploded with blush. He then scanned the room and found their clothes strewn all over. He gazed back at her and gulped. His family jewels stood on end as an overwhelming urge to puke came over him. He quickly found the chamber pot and let the contents of his stomach be expelled. 'Note to self, never drink ever again.'

"Adrien?" Her voice was soft and sweet. He looked back at her and smiled warmly. Her eyes weren't all the way open and she looked like she was about to pass out again.

"I'm ok." He scooted back under the covers to rejoin her. "Go back to sleep My Lady."

She rested her head on his bare chest and snuggled up with him with the rest of her body. DEAR LORD HE COULD DIE HAPPY RIGHT NOW! Although, he didn't want to die being hungover.

"I smell vomit." She yawned.

"I drank too much last night." He rubbed her bare back. He was loving this development.

"Me too." She nuzzled his neck.

He sighed dreamily as he nuzzled her hair and closed his eyes. Everything was perfect... except his headache.

The newly weds fell back asleep and slept in each other's bare arms till noon. Marinette was the first to stir this time and had a mini panic attack when she found herself and her husband in the nude. Then, she remembered how much she drank the night before and had to find the chamber pot as well.

It was full, but she added to it anyway. She felt sorry for the poor servant who had to dump it. She contemplated dumping it herself, but the thought made her hurl again.

She staggered back to the bed after she cleaned herself up and curled up in a ball as she pulled the covers over her head.

Adrien shivered and woke suddenly. He groggily noted his wife was hogging the covers. He was feeling better, so he took it as a sign to get up and put on some pants. Yeah, pants were a good idea.

He really didn't feel like putting anything else on. He pulled up his pants and crashed on the chaise. At least his headache was gone and he didn't have to puke anymore, but he really didn't feel like doing anything.

He heard a grumble from the bed.

"Adrien?" His wife called his name.

"Over here." He managed to lift an arm and wave at her.

She grumbled some more as she got up and walked over to the screen. She pulled a dress down and pulled it over her naked body. She grumbled as she gazed back at the bed.

"What is that?" Something caught her attention. She walked over and examined the sheets. "Adrien?" She gazed back at her husband whom was forcing himself up. He was soon beside her looking down at the sheets as well.

His face paled. He knew exactly what it was. "It's nothing my lady." He lied. He couldn't tell her what it was. He didn't have the heart or the stomach for it.

He removed the comforter and the sheets, but left the pillows as she stood there in confusion. He opened the door and tossed the fabric out into the hall for a maid to find. Although, now that he thought about it, he should have burned them.

"Adrien." She sounded annoyed.

"It's nothing my lady." He sweat.

She walked over to him and squinted her eyes. "The truth, now."

He gulped and then sighed in defeat. She had him cornered. He was very glad she was his wife and not his enemy. He'd lose to her in battle in a heartbeat. "It came from me." He spoke quietly.

"I didn't hear you." She spoke flatly as she tapped her foot.

"King Andre is dead!" A servant burst into the room.

"WHAT?!" The newly weds began to panic. They both knew what that meant.

"Princess Chloe is afraid to return home until the murderer is caught." The servant continued.

The newly weds groaned at the same time.