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18-Love
Loving her was easy.
Storge-Empathy Bond: Liking someone through fondness or familiarity, people who find themselves bonded by chance; like family.
Adrien laughed at Tom's joke as Marinette rolled her eyes at her father. Apparently, after months of trying, all it had taken for her to open up to him were a few well-placed cat jokes and time. He was glad, she was one of those people who lit up the room by simply being there and their friendship meant the bakery door was always open for him. Today he'd been fortunate enough to be invited to her house so he could help her with her Physics (he'd pounced on the opportunity when he found out she needed help) and for the time being, that meant waiting downstairs in the bakery because Sabine hadn't been expecting him and insisted she be allowed to tidy up the living room before they went upstairs.
"No bun intended" Tom continued with a wink, holding up the rack of freshly baked bread. "But I'm on a roll." He finished, laughing his deep-belly laugh at his own joke.
"No!" Marinette wailed, putting her head in her hands. She glanced at the blond through her fingers and slapped her hand over his mouth when he opened it. "Don't encourage it!" She hissed. He raised an eyebrow and her expression melted into confusion for a split-second before dawning with understanding. "Don't you dare Agreste."
He grinned under her hand but before she could move it away from her impending doom, he'd already stuck his tongue out and licked her. She hit his shoulder and wiped her hand on her jeans. "Adrien that is disgusting. What are you an animal?" He grinned and poked his tongue out again, waggling it in her direction as she tried and failed to contain her giggles. A customer he knew to be a regular was chatting with Tom at the front counter and beckoned Marinette over. She spared a fake glance of annoyance at him before walking over and promptly being engaged in conversation. Adrien leaned against the wall and studied his friend, his Lady. He couldn't believe he had missed it for so long. They were after all, exactly the same, unlike him, her personality didn't change when she transformed and neither did her hairstyle. He was lucky, he supposed, that he had been enrolled into public school, lucky that it had been the same school as her, even luckier that he'd been placed in her class, and the seating arrangements... Or maybe luck had nothing to do with it because she was his Lady after all and Ladybug and Chat Noir were destined to meet and be together, or so Tikki had told him.
Philia-Friend Bond: The love between friends as close as siblings in strength and duration, less natural and instinctive because it is not necessary, but is freely chosen.
She slapped his hand away from hers as she tried stick another pin in the hem of the jacket.
"Stop squirming." She chastised him. "And stop trying to 'help' you're making it harder to get the hem straight, I don't want to have to start again."
He snorted. "It's going to be perfect no matter what." But he put his arms up anyway and stood straighter as per her request.
She didn't answer and he peeked down at her as she kneeled at his side, her head just past his hip. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried not to think about how if she moved just a little to the right, it would look very suggestive, because she was his friend and that was very inappropriate. Instead he cleared his thoughts and resumed his study of her. The tip of her tongue poked out from between her teeth in concentration and for a reason he couldn't identify, her hands were shaking.
"You okay?" He murmured quietly. Loud enough for her to hear, but quiet enough for her to pretend she didn't.
"Yeah, I'm just nervous." She finished pinning the hem of the jacket and sat back on her haunches. "What if he doesn't like it?" She whispered.
Chat removed the coat carefully and draped it around the mannequin. "Gabriel or Adam?"
Marinette poked his thigh. "Adrien." She corrected. "And I mean Mr. Agreste. What if he doesn't like it? What if he thinks it's a total disaster? What if it falls apart on the runway or if the buttons are too shiny and the glare from the lights is hideous? Wha- Why are you laughing at me?" She became more distressed with each reason she listed and the last sentence of her tirade was complete with a dramatic increase in pitch.
Chat knelt in front of her and placed his hands on her shoulders gently. "Princess. This is what, the sixth competition you've entered?" Marinette nodded and he grinned. "And you've won how many of them?"
"Five." She whispered. "But this is different!" Her voice was insistent and she completely missed the look of exasperation and affection on her friend's face. "This is a senior competition! What if I completely disgrace myself?" She continued to ramble on and Chat dropped his hands from her shoulders and tuned out. She always got like this before a competition, and ever since the time he'd knocked over her plants on her balcony and she demanded he come inside and be her male mannequin for a design contest coming up as payment, he'd been assuring her that her designs were amazing. He was right of course, but then again, so was she. The senior contest boasted talented people from the ages of 16-25, some of which even studying fashion or art in university. But Marinette was talented and even if she didn't come first, he was sure she would at least place. Slowly he fazed back into the present to see her glaring at him. Crap.
"Uh... What?" He laughed and scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
"I knew you weren't listening!" She cried, her voice still edging on panic.
He sighed. "Look, here's the thing." He grabbed her hand and pulled her over to her desk. "Look at all this Mari," He traced a finger along her sewing machine "All your hard work." He carefully flipped a page over in her notebook before picking up a spool of thread and wrapping the straggling thread up into the spool. "This is what counts." He lifted the spool up to show her the golden thread. "The fact that you put so much effort into it, so much time and love, doesn't that count for anything?" He placed it back on the table and took her shoulders again. "You love it. You love what you do and that's what's important. Right?"
She huffed, turned away and began shuffling things on her desk but she couldn't hide the pink that burned her ears.
Eros-Erotic Bond: Raw sexuality, the difference between wanting a woman and wanting a particular woman a composite of a reasoning angel and an instinctual alley cat.
Her lips were against his ear, humming affirmations of her affection as he writhed beneath her, his sheets twisted in his hands. The hand not holding her up was everywhere, the velvet glove skimming his bare torso, tracing his collarbone, his biceps, his stomach, dancing along the edge of his waistband before gliding back up to less sensitive areas. Her mouth, twisted into a permanent self-satisfied grin was hot and wet on his neck as she trailed sloppy kisses from his ear to his shoulder and back up, her tongue lavishing attention on the junction as she passed it, her teeth grazing his earlobe after she began each cycle anew.
"Ladybug." He was almost embarrassed when her name tumbled from his lips in a breathy grunt without his permission. But she seemed pleased and rewarded him with a kiss. A proper one.
His hands left the sheets and wandered to her face, tracing the underside of her mask, the shell of her ear, her jaw. Adrien was sure he had never wanted anyone so much; his moved his hands to her sides, pulling her body flush to his by her waist. She crashed into him and her breath left her as she giggled.
"Not enough for you Handsome Boy?" She giggled. Greedily, he pressed his lips to the spot just below her ear, a smirk forming on his lips as she sighed in satisfaction. Her hands moved to his hair, and she tilted her head so he could reach, but Adrien had a better idea. He hooked his leg around her hip and flipped her over, so she landed on his bed with a soft thump.
"Hey." She complained.
"It's your turn Princess." He growled, dipping his head, he placed one hand on the lowest point of her hip that he knew was still in their 'safe' zone as the he rested on his forearm, so he didn't squash her under his weight. He put his lips to the strip of skin that was visible above the high neckline of her suit. "I had to wait all day for this." He murmured against her skin, causing her to shiver.
"You-" Her breath hitched as she let out a whine. He'd scraped his teeth painfully over the sensitive part of her neck but now his tongue was there in apology, wet and sinful against her throat. She barely registered his low chuckle as his thumb dared to stroke lower on her leg, finding the spot where her thigh met... Oh. She arched against him, hearing his breath of amusement and caught between wanting to scold him for laughing at her and groaning his name.
"You can't call me Princess when I'm Ladybug." She found herself saying. A flash of pink light and Adrien's hand had slid up her shirt, palm resting on her stomach, while the other found her thigh.
"I'm so out." Tikki whispered, zipping off to the lounge room to find Plagg.
"Allow me to finish what I started Princess." Marinette scowled but didn't protest as his head lowered again, this time his lips finding her exposed stomach
"Yes but-" She was cut off again by his hand sliding up her skirt. Oh.
Agape-Unconditional 'God' Love: The love that serves regardless of changing circumstances.
She was one of the few things in his life that he'd had a say about. It was something that he didn't even know he was capable of, to love her so fully that he was willing to dedicate himself, both his love and his life, to her. She deserved all the happiness in the world, all the love, and yet, he still felt she deserved more than he could give. But she'd chosen him. She' chosen him years ago when they first met and she continued to choose him every day. Just like he chose her. But Chat knew there was more he could give to her, something as perfect as she, but when he'd asked what she wanted, she'd laughed at him, kissed him and told him, 'Just love me kitten. That's all I want.' And so he did. He devoted himself to her and was ecstatic and more than a little surprised when she reciprocated. It was something he had to work for, the love for her, but at the same time it came so naturally, like he was born to play his role beside her, whether she was Ladybug or Marinette or whether he was Adrien or Chat Noir.
He cast a glance at her, her face bathed in the moonlight, eyes reflecting the stars above and he felt his breath hitch. This was why he loved her. Here, on the Eiffel Tower it was easy to believe she was something seraphic, something out of his reach, unattainable. But then she'd catch him looking at her, like she did now and instead of frowning or berating him, she'd smile and he'd know that she was still his.
"What are you looking at kitten?" She teased.
"A goddess." The words spilt from his lips before he could stop them. Two years or even six months ago she would have laughed and shot him down immediately. But times had changed and they had changed. So tonight, she placed her hand over his, a blush decorating her cheeks as she giggled. He leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.
"What was that for?" She asked.
He shrugged and turned his eyes back to their city. "Just because I love you."
Ah, young love, no? Adrien, you're such a romantic you need to stop. Please. Just kidding don't stop ^_^
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19-Tears
