Penguin: Hai Chibis! So here is Chapter 2! Hope you enjoy! I really don't have much to say, so let's just get to the reviews!

~Responses to MMTT~

Pinksakura271: Thank you! If you can survive the cliffhangers from my previous story, then you can survive them here c; Oh no, it's okay. I forget things very easily. ~whispers~ I already wrote the chapter with her in it ;D Aw, thank you! And yeah, I did :D Uhm, probably not. I have only written one office scene so far for this story, so yeah. ~hums~ You better run, run, run, come here right now, here right now, here right now. It reminded me of a song XD Oh you can most definitely do that. The irony reminds me of an oxymoron, because the akumas are evil and dangerous and security is meant to protect and secret. Nope, they don't. Well, I can't say x: XDD And it's fine. And no, it won't.

Yoko89: Ikr. Something always happens to Marinette. And thank you!

Poisonberryismahname: It's not over, chibi. It's still here, don't worry. xD

Cascade00: Thank you! You'll know eventually c;

Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Marinette Fucking Dupain-Cheng. The girl who starred in every teenage fantasy he ever had. The woman who made him realize just how dark and wild lust could burn. She came back to him, walked straight into his building and into his life. But also walked easily out of his life too.

He saw her image on the security screen and just one look, just one, made everything change. She's back. This time, things would change differently for them. He never had his fill of Marinette. This time, instead of me needing her, she needs me.

They stepped outside of his building. The sounds of the city instantly filled their ears- horns, voices, the backfire of engines. Marinette eased away from him, heading for the cab at the corner of the street. Adrien caught her arm and pulled her right back against him. "We'll take my car." Adrien stated.

Marinette blinked at him and asked, "You already called someone?" Adrien nodded curtly. The sleek, black ride was waiting on the right. The driver, who was also one of Adrien's guards, held the back door open for them. "We'll be heading to Marinette's apartment." Adrien murmured to Nino Lahiffe. "Nino?!" Marinette exclaimed to him.

Marinette ran up to him and pulled him in for a hug. Nino chuckled and hugged her back. "What's up Marinette?"

"Oh look at you, you changed so much!" Marinette shouted. Nino had gotten rid of his rat and skater punk look, now sporting a black tux with a blue tie and a buzz cut. "You're one to talk, Mari. We didn't hear from you in a while!" Marinette bowed her head down in apology. "I'm so sorry Nino."

Nino chuckled. "Oh come on Marinette, you know I'm just teasing you."

"Say Hi to Alya for me!" Marinette chirped as she disappeared into the car. Adrien looked at him and smirked. Nino smirked back and Adrien got in, closing the door and sealing them inside. The car started to pull out, the privacy shields already in place, blocking them from Nino.

"I-I thought one of your agents would handle this. I-I mean, you're the boss." Her words came out stuttered. She had always done that when they were 18, always stuttering when she was nervous.

It's good that I still make her nervous. "I'm sure you don't have time to spend on me." Marinette stated quietly. On the contrary, Adrien thought to himself. He slid back into the seat next to her, making sure that their shoulders brushed. "You're not going back to Paris."

Her head jerked toward him. Her eyes met his and her eyes had gold buried in the blue. When she was aroused, the gold burned hotter. And when she was aroused… Adrien could have given her anything. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Porcelain perfect. So delicate that he worried that his passion might bruise her.

He worried because of the things he wanted from her… I'm not a boy any longer. He already held back from her too long. Her dark blue hair, in a tight bun, not one strand out of place. When she designed and modeled, she always kept her hair down, hiding those cheekbones. When she designed and modeled...

She made him ache. "There's nothing for me in Paris anymore." Marinette gritted out. Not Marinette. Marinette spoke with humor and life. But when she came into the office, finally came back to him, there was fear in her voice, and in her eyes. "I was…in an accident."

"I know." Adrien responded. The story blew up, who didn't know about it? The fashion designer who was trapped in the wreckage of her car on a storm filled night. She created clothes for hundreds, she was featured in small magazines. And she barely even survived that crash. He forced air into his lungs. Don't think about it. She's here.

"I've had physical therapy on my leg." Marinette said with grim pride as her chin came into the air. "I can still design, just not like…not like before." She shook her head a little. "The lifestyle won't be for me anymore."

"So that's why you came to Chicago?" Adrien questioned. Chicago. The only place where Adrien could make a name for himself, without his father's help. But Paris…was where they met. They met when they were 15, Adrien being the new kid and Marinette accusing him of the gum on her seat.

"That's why I came to Chicago." Marinette confirmed, her voice low. "I'm saving money to open a studio. I can help kids design. I can still do that." Her designing had gotten her out of her area. Into the bright lights of designing, modelling, and fashion shows. Her designing and modelling had given her a new life, but taken her from Adrien's life.

"The money is a problem." Marinette said, not looking at him anymore. He wanted her eyes on him, and him only. He leaned toward her and caught her hand. That made her gaze fly right back to him. "I'll find a way to pay you, I can do it. Just give me some time." His going rate, for most of his agents, was $300 an hour. "We'll work it out." Adrien stated. Oh, he had plenty of plans for her.

His fingers threaded through hers, his hand swallowing her hand. His skin was rough and dark, tanned from the time he spent in the sun. Her hand was pale, almost fragile, so very breakable. Didn't he always think about that? From after the first moment he saw her, when he rushed into the room, hearing her scared cries…

Don't, please don't!

She was his to save then. His. Marinette whispered, "What are you thinking about?"

"The way it used to be." Adrien replied. Her lashes were long, and her eyes was so sexy. Her breath slipped out quickly. "I wasn't sure you would even remember me." Only every damn minute. There were some things Adrien could never forget… "You should have come to me sooner." He hated to think of her out there, afraid, alone. Feeling like she has no purpose.

"The last time we spoke," Marinette said, "You told me to get the hell out of your life. Coming back wasn't so easy." The car slowed. Adrien's jaw locked. You're not getting away so easily this time.

"I think we're here." Marinette said, and tugged on her hand. Adrien didn't let her go. "You said you didn't have a lover." Good. He didn't want to think of her with some other bastard. Marinette looked at him. "You will, Marinette." Marinette blushed and shook her head. "Adrien…"

His name was a sexy murmur from her. Denial and need all tied together in a little red bow. Her lips were too close, she smelled too good. Sweet lavender, good enough to damn well eat. He took her lips, but not softly or gently. Adrien had never been the type of be a tender lover. He fought for every single thing he had, and he would keep fighting, as long as he had Marinette. His tongue had thrusted into her mouth and she had tasted better than she ever had in the past.

Her soft and lush lips were kissing him back, and her tongue slid slightly against his. He was the one to teach her how to kiss. And how to fuck, but that'll be for another time. He deepened the kiss, needing more, so much more than he could get at the moment. She came to him because she was afraid, but he wasn't interested in her fear. He wanted her passion.

He wanted her. No one else had ever even come close to Marinette. She pulled back from him, her lips wet and red from his mouth. His addiction, the one he was never able to get rid of. No matter how much money he got, no matter how many women came into his bed, Marinette was the one he wanted, the one that he would have.

There was a price for everything in this world, Adrien knew that lesson well. Marinette would pay a price. But so would Adrien. It was a good thing that he can afford it. She nearly jumped from the car when he let her go. He left the car slowly, far too aware of the ache for her, and for the arousal that wasn't going away.

Sunlight glinted on him, early spring but still cold because that was the way of the city. He ignored the chill and stared up at the apartment complex. Older, and in a rundown area just outside the city. When was in Paris, her place had been so much bigger, so close to the school. The hospital bills had taken a lot of her money, and Adrien knew that. He knew so much more than she realized.

"Can you stay here Nino?" Adrien asked Nino. Nino nodded and Adrien followed Marinette to the building. Security at her apartment was non-existent, anyone could walk right in. And they did. Harassing Marinette.

"I'm on the third floor." Marinette said to him. The top floor of the building. "The elevator is being repaired right now, so…" She turned for the stairs. Adrien stayed in his spot. "Can your leg handle that climb?" Her shoulders snapped up, and there it was. That fierce pride only few friends saw in her. One of the things that drew him to her. "Yes, I can handle it."

She didn't look back as she started on the stairs, but he noticed that she clung a little too tight to the banister. Adrien followed behind her, closing the distance that separated them, and he stayed one stair behind her, all the way up. His gaze noted everything. The peeling paint on the walls, the lights that flickered, the lights that weren't even on.

Son of a bitch. Then they were on the third floor, there were three other doors on the floor, but she took him to the apartment door, 301. He stopped her before she could put her key in the lock. Adrien bent his body, looking at the old golden lock. The cops were right, no signs of a break-in anywhere.

Adrien eased back, and Marinette unlocked the door. It opened with a groan, the hinges ancient and in a desperate need of oil. Marinette hurried inside, stumbling just a little, before turning on the lights. The apartment was so small, but so very Marinette. Pastel colors filled the walls, comfortable furniture filled the apartment. The curtains were pulled back near the windows, letting the light slip inside.

The place smelled like Marinette. Adrien moved towards the windows. The fire escape led all the way up to her floor, the windows were locked there, and again, no signs of a break-in. "I know what you're doing." Marinette stood a few feet away from him. "The detective, Nathanael, didn't find any signs either. But I'm telling you, someone has been here."

"Did I say that I didn't believe you?" Adrien questioned, glancing at her. Marinette shook her head. "Take me to your bedroom." Marinette rocked back and forth. "That's where he goes, isn't it?" Adrien didn't let any emotion enter his voice. Right now, it wasn't the time for emotion. Marinette spun away and walked down the narrow hallway. "It's…here."

Adrien brushed past her and stepped inside the small room. The bed was wooden, and old four-poster. A chest of drawers, one that had been painted white, waited to the left. A matching dresser stood on the right. Nothing looked disturbed in her room. "When was the last time you think he was in here?" Adrien questioned.

"Last night." Marinette said, her gaze going to the bed. "When I came home last night, my- my underwear was left on the bed." Adrien stared at the bed. "I didn't leave them there." Marinette continued, voice tight. "I know I didn't, someone is playing some kind of game with me."

"I don't think it's a game." Adrien said, glancing away from the bed and back at Marinette. Marinette hadn't moved away from the door. "I think someone is stalking you." Adrien paused. "Someone like this can be very, very dangerous." Marinette's eyes were on his. "To break into your home, to follow you…" Adrien lifted his hand and brushed back the hair that had slipped out of her bun. "It sounds like this guy is fixated on you."

"You will find him though, right?" Marinette asked him. "Of course I will. My agents will watch over your place, and no one will get in here again." Marinette whispered, "Thank you."

"I'll get better locks on your doors and windows." Oh, Adrien was going to do a hell of a lot more than that. "You'll be safe here." Marinette nodded quickly. "You'd be safer…" Adrien had to say it, he'd regret if he didn't. "If you came back home with me."

Marinette blushed madly and her eyes widened. "Adrien…"

"It's not like it wouldn't be the first time, Marinette." Marinette retreated, her back hitting the door frame. "No. I didn't come to you…for that." That. The storm of lust and need and want that had consumed them before.

The uncontrolled desire that had almost destroyed them both. "I need your help Adrien, but that's all." It wasn't what he wanted, far from it. But he would give her this moment, soon enough she would be coming to him. I know all of her weaknesses… Adrien inclined his head. "Then I'll get your protection started, it's the least I can do for my old…friend." Once more, his body brushed past hers. The tension rolled off her as he headed into the hallway. "We were, once." Marinette stated.

Marinette's voice halted him, Adrien standing in front of her. "We were friends before we were anything more." Marinette's voice was soft, like a whispered confession. Yes, they had been friends, but they lost that, a long time ago. He pulled out his phone even as he headed for the front door. As the front door was closed, Adrien demanded, "I want agents as Marinette Dupain-Cheng's apartment."

Adrien told them the address as a direct order. "New locks, a video camera, and an alarm inside." Marinette didn't even HAVE an alarm. "I want a team watching this place." He remembered the way her hand gripped the banister. "And I want the fucking elevator fixed." Adrien's orders would be obeyed, his staff jumped at his command. He wasn't the star teen model anymore. He had the power now.

Adrien glanced over his shoulder at Marinette's closed apartment door. He had the power, and he was going to use it.

Penguin: And that's all for today! Before I end this, I'm going to explain something really quick. The reason why Marinette is a model and a fashion designer is because she models her clothes. Since I'm portraying her as independent, who else to model her clothes than herself? That's the basic reason why she's modelling. But I hope you enjoy, and I'll see you on Friday! Baii!