Penguin: Hello everyone! I did mean to update this yesterday but I was just too tired to update e.e I worked 3 days in a row and that can really exhaust you...

~Responses to MMTT~

Cascade00: Aw, I'm sorry :I I swear, she'll be happy. And lol xD

Deebeth89: Yes, yes it is. It's called Mine To Take and you can find it in your app store. And when you wrote the review, I checked it and I didn't see it. Then I checked the previous chapter and I didn't see it. And then I checked it again just now and I don't see it. So I don't know if I'm blind or something, but would you mind telling me where exactly it is so I can fix it? Cause I don't see it... And this isn't meant to sound rude, I'm genuinely concerned about where you're seeing it XDD

Panteabooks: I can't tell you, it ruins the mystery cx

Nathanael watched as the private plane taxied down the runway. Jet-setting away…that seemed to fit with the image that was developing for Adrien Agreste.

He had been digging into the man's background for most of the day. A kid who had grown up into the modelling life, Adrien entered the Army at twenty. His past was easy to discover up until that point, but after he enlisted with Uncle Sam, Adrien Agreste's records had vanished. There was a four-year hole in the man's past. Four years of seemingly nothing.

Then Adrien appeared again in Chicago. He appeared and suddenly had deep ties with foreign dignitaries, government agencies. His security company skyrocketed to the top of the field. Adrien became a millionaire on his own. No, a billionaire, according to his tax reports.

So why would a guy like that take such a personal interest in a stalking case. That wasn't even the type of security Adrien handled. He worked with corporations, not individuals. Nathanael pulled his hands from the pockets of his jacket. He already used his badge to gain entrance to the back area of the airport, and he was about to use the shield to help him again.

People always talked freely when a badge was involved. His eyes narrowed as he saw a man rushing away from the runway. "Uh, excuse me, sir…" Nathanael called out.

The man, older, balding, frowned at him. He wore of the light blue uniforms typical of the ground crew. "Were you just working on Adrien Agreste's plane?" Nathanael asked, as he kept his badge out. The fellow glanced at the badge, then back at Nathanael's face. "Mr. Agreste doesn't have any trouble with me. I do my job, I-"

"I never said you didn't," Nathanael soothed. "I was just curious…" And he was curious. He pulled up at Marinette's studio just in time to see her climb into Agreste's car. So he followed them, and he watched them fly right out of the city. Strange. An attack one day. A vacation the next?

"Where was Mr. Agreste heading?" Nathanael asked as he cocked his head. The guy glanced over his shoulder. "I-I think he was going to Paris again." Where Marinette Dupain-Cheng lived for so long. "Does he go to Paris often?" He could, for business, or for-

"Yeah, he goes there a lot. At least once each week." The man tried to brush by him. Nathanael just shifted and blocked his path. "Guys on the ground can sometimes hear stories." And pick up a lot of gossip.

"You hear any stories about why Agreste visited Paris? In the past? Tonight?" The man smiled, revealing a crooked front tooth. "I don't care why he flies. It just matters that he does. Gives me a job." Right. This info wasn't helping him. The guy walked away. Nathanael glanced up at the sky.

Light rain drops were still falling down. He couldn't see the plane any longer. Maybe Agreste had been taking all those trips to the Eiffel Tower strictly for business. Or maybe…maybe he was heading to Paris for another reason.

Nathanael had pulled up Marinette's accident report. He read her statement about someone following her. Forcing her off the road. The more he probed, the more he worried.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was in danger. He just hoped she wasn't putting her trust in the wrong person. A mistake like that could prove fatal to her.

Adrien kept his hand curved around Marinette as they headed through the hotel's lobby. The marble floor gleamed up at him as the concierge quickly escorted them to the private elevator. Marinette wasn't speaking. She was barely making eye contact with him, and he hated that.

He missed how they used to be.

I will have that again.

He would have everything again. The elevator doors closed, and the ascent began. The elevator slid up, higher and higher. "Uh, Mr. Agreste?" The concierge, Jagged Stone, cleared his throat. "Is there anything that you'll be needing tonight?"

Adrien didn't even try to take his eyes off of Marinette. She slept on the plane. He was too wired to even consider dozing off. "I have everything I need." His voice rumbled. Marinette's gaze cut to his. The elevator doors opened.

Jagged Stone scrambled outside. "Y-your suite is waiting, sir, Of course, it's our plaza suite, just as always request when you visit to see the-"

"I know the suite." Adrien cut through his words before Jagged Stone could say anymore. The retired rock star was damn chatty tonight. Jagged Stone hurriedly opened the suite room door. Marinette strode inside. Her head tilted back at the massive chandelier that waited in the great room.

"You…um…are you sure you don't want the personal chef to come up?" Jagged Stone lingered near the door as the bellhop brought in their luggage. "It's late, but never too late for you, Mr. Agreste-"

He knew that the personal chef came with the suite. Adrien just didn't want the guy up there at the moment. He wanted to be alone with Marinette. "Send him up for breakfast." Adrien said. His gaze narrowed to the bellhop. "All the bags go in the master bedroom."

Marinette paused at the windows that overlooked the streets of Paris. It seemed her shoulders tensed. She heard his order about the bags. But she wasn't arguing.

Yet.

The bellhop and the concierge left a few minutes later. The door eased shut behind them. Marinette kept staring down at the city below. "Sometimes, I forget what Paris is like…"

Snow fell lightly past the window. They flown out of rain in Chicago and right into a late snowfall in Paris. Her hand lifted and touched the pane of glass. "When I was a kid, Paris was everything to me. The people here…they were happy. Famous. Everyone loved them."

When she was a kid, she bounced from foster home to foster home. She found modeling and designing thanks to a social worker who wanted her to have an outlet. That outlet was at a small, community center. Marinette had once told him how nervous she was the first day she walked into that center.

She was nervous, until she made her first pair of mittens. Marinette turned away from the window. "The suite, Adrien?" She cleared her throat. "There are only two of us. Do you really think we need…what is this?" She glanced around with pursed lips. "I'm guessing…four thousand square feet?"

"Forty-five thousand." He pulled off his coat, tossed it aside. He went over to her. "Any room would have worked. Any-"

His hand cupped her chin. "When I was a kid, I dreamed of not being pampered." She would know this. Far better than anyone else. "I dreamed of not wearing someone else's design. Or not bring the one mocked because I could get whatever I want without working for it." His parents didn't die like Marinette's. His parents just didn't give a shit.

They forgotten about him most days. Left him alone and angry. The day the social workers came for him… how long had I been without love then?

His old man loved to use his fist. His mother…didn't even love him enough to stay. She got up and left, without even a single letter or phone call. Didn't even care when her son needed help.

"I pulled myself out of the past." He told Marinette, asking sure he kept his hold gentle. With her, he tried for gentleness. Only for her. "These days, I can afford any damn thing I want without anyone's help."

"What you want…" His fingers drifted down his throat. She had such a sensitive neck. Once upon a time, he kissed her there, and she melted for him. "What I want is you." Being near her drove him fucking insane. Having her scent, sweet vanilla, wrap around him. Having her silken skin beneath his fingers.

She wasn't telling him no. Wasn't pushing him away. Instead, she stared up at him with need in her green gaze. "I thought…I thought we came here to figure out who was after me." Her words were a whisper. "We did." But it was nearing 3 a.m. Paris might be the city of love, but love didn't give them the right to go pounding on doors right then. Better to wait and head out in the morning.

Waiting left them with the night. His fingers eased under the heavy curtain of her hair. Her breath caught on a little rasp that was the sexiest sound he heard in years. "Tell me you haven't thought about us." Even though she had been with others. Fucking bastards. When she told him their names, everything had gone red for him. Other men, touching her. He wanted to wipe the memory of their hands away.

Adrien wanted her to only think of him. Before the night was over, she would. "I won't lie." The snow fell lightly behind her. "I've thought about you more times than I can count."

Good. Because every damn night when he closed his eyes, she was the one in his dreams. Her hand rose. Curled around his wrist. "And I think about the way you told me…to get the hell out of your life." Adrien didn't let his expression alter. "You stopped wanting me, Adrien, not the other way around."

She yanked his hand away from her. She marched around him. "Since you got the bellhop to leave my bags in the master bedroom, I'll take that room." She wasn't looking back at him. "With forty-five hundred square feet, I'm sure you can find some other place to crash."

Every muscle in his body locked down. "I never stopped." His control seemed razor thin right then, and that was dangerous. He intended a seduction for her. The wild hunger he held in check wasn't supposed to break free.

Not yet.

Her laugh was bitter. Not like Marinette at all. "Right, That's why you came after me, huh? Why I've seen you pictured with dozens of women over the years? Because you wanted…" She glared over her shoulder, "me so much."

Maybe he wasn't the only one eaten by jealously. Maybe there was some hope for them after all. "Want me to prove how much I want you?" Nothing could have kept him away from her in that moment. He talked to her doctor before he left Chicago. Marinette was safe. The concussion wasn't an issue. She could sleep.

She could fuck.

She was most definitely about to get fucked. Marinette rounded on him. "That isn't-"

He kissed her. There was simply no holding back. He waited until they were alone. Waited until he had her in her suite with him.

Waited…waited 7 long years. There was no more waiting.

Unless Marinette told him no, unless she didn't want him, he would have her.

Penguin: You know, every time I have to type a Marinette and Adrien scene, I honestly wish THAT COULD HAPPEN TO ME. Anyways, I'll be updating again soon so I'll see you in a bit! Baii!