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She should push him away. Marinette knew her hands should lift and shove against Adrien's chest. Those traitorous hands shouldn't be lifting and curving around his shoulders. She needed to push him away, not pull him closer.

But she wanted him closer.

She. Wanted. Him.

Her emotions were too raw. Maye it was the city. Maybe it was Adrien. Maybe she was just too scared and too tired of being alone. But when his tongue thrust into her mouth, when she tasted his rich, masculine flavor, Marinette stopped thinking about why it was wrong to be with him. Right then, she wanted to be wrong.

His mouth was strong and fierce on hers. Searching for a response that she was eager to give. Adrien was a great kisser, one who just gotten better with age. His lips and his tongue played her perfectly. And his hands…

His hands stroked down her body. His fingers curled around her hips, then he lifted her up. Marinette gasped because she hadn't been expecting that move, even though she knew how strong she was. Her gasp let him deepen the kiss, and he took two steps and pinned her against the wall.

Her legs locked around his hips. His arousal pressed against her core. Long and hard and thick. Their clothes were in the way. Skin to skin. She needed to be that way with him. Needed desperately to be that way.

Her hips arched towards him. His mouth pulled from hers. Adrien began to kiss his way down her neck. Right there. Yes, yes, right there. Where her neck curved into her shoulder. She loved it when he kissed her-

"You won't forget me," His words were growled against her overheated flesh. "But you will forget them." He was carrying her again. Down the hallway. Another chandelier glittered overhead. They turned, and he took her into the bedroom.

The big bed took up half of the massive space. The curtains were pulled back. The snow was still falling. Beautiful snow, covering the world in a blanket of white. He lowered her into the bed. She thought he would follow her. That he would put his body against hers and crush her into the mattress. She wanted wild passion. Wanted to feel the surge of pleasure that would banish her fear and the past.

But he just stared down at her. "You're even more fucking beautiful now." She couldn't be. She had on old leggings. A sweatshirt. Her hair was a tangle around her head and-

He started with her shoes. Tossed them aside. Tossed aside the leggings and the sweatshirt. Adrien stripped her with deft hands, hands that must have undressed plenty of women. Jealousy bit into her. Don't go there, don't.

Soon she was clad only in the slip of her black bra and her matching panties. She was spread on the bed. He still stood above her. His gaze traveled slowly, so very slowly, over her body. His jaw hardened when his gaze on her bra, her breasts. "So perfect." No, she was too small there, she was-

His bright stare drifted over the plane of her belly. Down to the flare of her hips. Adrien licked his lips. She imagined him licking her. But…but his gaze didn't stay. Down, down it went, and some of her passion began to fade.

My leg. I don't want him looking at my leg.

She didn't want Adrien to see the tangled mass of scars that still covered her calf. The scars that would always cover the skin. Why didn't she turn off the lights? She turned them off with Max, and she should have thought to turn them off with Adrien. "Don't," her voice sharpened as she tried to reach for him.

Adrien caught her hands. Pushed them back against the mattress. Fully clothed, he came down on top of her. "Don't what, baby? Don't look at you?" His lips, open, hot, sexy, brushed off hers. "Don't taste? Because that's exactly what I plan to do. I'll taste every inch of you."

Don't pity me. Those were the words she meant to say. But he wasn't looking at her calf any longer. He was kissing her and holding her wrists prisoner. She liked the friction of his clothes against her. Liked the feel of that strong, hard body over hers. Her legs were parted. His hips pushed against her sex, and it was good. So good.

He would make it better. She knew he would. "That's what I'm doing tonight, baby," the words rumbled against her lips. "I'm tasting, and I'm taking…everything." Her lifted her hands above her head. Switched his hold so that just one of his hands imprisoned hers. Then his left hand snaked down her body. Her bra was tossed across the room.

The cool air hit her nipples, making them go even tighter. Then his mouth was on her. His mouth wasn't cool. It was hot. Seeming to singe her and the rasp of his tongue against her nipples felt so good. She was wet. She could feel the wetness of her panties, and Marinette wanted them gone. She wanted Adrien thrusting into her-

"I'll let your hands go, but don't move them. I get to touch. I get to taste." His hands eased away from hers. "I get to take." She would be taking her pleasure too. Adrien liked to be in control in the bedroom, dominant, compelling, and-

He was kissing his way down her body. His dark stubble pressed into her stomach. His tongue licked over his skin. His fingers slid under the edge of her panties. "Fuck, yes," he muttered. "Wet for me." She didn't want to wait any longer. "Adrien, now."

"No." He pulled the panties down her legs. Then his fingers slid up her thighs. Teased. Tormented her.

"I've waited too long. I told you, I get to taste and take." Everything. Her hands balled into fists so that she wouldn't reach out to him. It's just sex. It's just sex. The mantra flew through her head as her heart raced.

She had to focus on the present, not the past. Everything got so tangle up when she was with him. This wasn't about love. Sex. Pleasure. His fingers slid between her legs. Pushed between the folds of her sex. Into her. She arched off the bed. His thumb rubbed over her clit even as he thrust two fingers into her. More. "Adrien…" Marinette could barely gasp out his name.

"You're so gorgeous like this…" His words were dark, deep. "Flushed, open, ready for me…only me." His hands withdrew. No, damn it, she was so close. "Say it's only me, Marinette."

Her lashes lifted. She didn't even remember closing her eyes. "Say it." His mouth lowered to her sex. His lips pressed against her, and if his hands hadn't moved to hold her hips against the mattress, she would have leapt off the bed at first, electric touch of his tongue against her sex.

Pleasure beat at her as he tasted her. Her body twisted against the mattress. She wasn't trying to get away from him. Marinette wanted to get closer. Her fingers splayed wide, then grabbed the thick covers, bunching them in her fists. Release was near, so near-

"Tell me, Marinette," he demanded. A dark note had entered his voice. One that should have made her hesitate. Possessive…fierce… "Only me." She hovered on the brink of release. "Adrien, I need more-"

"I'll give you every fucking thing." A zipper hissed down. He lowered his body against hers. He thrust into her. Not easy. Not tentative. He drove deep, filling her completely, and stopped being on the brink. Pleasure flooded through her. She gasped as her heart raced, seeming to pound right out of her chest. Her whole body tightened as that release swept over her. So good…so perfect…on and on and on.

Adrien kept thrusting. He grabbed her legs. Lifted them higher. Made her take more and more until she was frantic because another release was coming. She was hollowed out from the first one, but he was pushing the second wave on her, and she screamed this time, a broken yell because the pleasure hit her so hard.

Then he came. A hard, hot jet inside of her. "Only…" he growled. She didn't hear the rest of what he said. Her racing heartbeat drowned out the words, but she knew. Only me. Adrien shuddered against her. He came, she felt that release, but he kept thrusting. The pleasure didn't end.

She never felt this way with anyone else. Never wanted and wanted and had her whole body explore with pleasure, one shattering climax after the other. No one else.

Only Adrien.

She didn't give him the words. But then, she didn't need to. He already knew. Only me.

Rehearsal was always a chaotic time. Dancers swirled around the stage. Choreographers jumped in, corrected, advised. The director was there, shouting orders in the background. It seemed both incredibly familiar and oddly foreign as Marinette stood in the shadows, watching everyone else. It was barely past seven a.m., but, of course the dancers were working. By this time, they would have been working for at least two hours.

Sweating. Flying. Dancing until their muscles trembled. This was a part of life that Marinette witnessed when she was here. Without, she didn't know how she survived without the people she met.

"Marinette?" She recognized that voice, with its faint deep and rugged accent to it. She knew that Ivan would be there, since he was the lead set designer, he had to be there. And Adrien had been determined to question Ivan. But…

Ivan isn't doing this to me.

She didn't want to suspect him. She turned at his call, her shoulder brushing against Adrien's. They didn't speak that much this morning. She felt too raw, too overexposed after last night. Just how fast did you tumble into bed with him? The question whispered through her mind. The answer? Fast. Very. Very fast.

A broad smile split Ivan's handsome face as he hurried toward her. He was sweating, the shine gleaming on him, because he had been working on the sets for the dance show. He rushed toward her and wrapped her in a tight hug, sweat and all. "I knew you would come back," Ivan said as he squeezed her even tighter. "You just needed time. You just-"

"I-I'm not here to visit." He stopped squeezing her, Ivan pulled back, but didn't release her. He stared down at her, a faint line between his perfect brows. Ivan was still tall, but he lost all of the weight when they were in high school and he had a strong and muscled body. His black and brown hair was brushed away from the strong planes of his face, and his tanned skin gleamed under the lights.

"You can let her go now." Adrien ordered him. But then Adrien didn't wait for Ivan to comply. He pulled the other man away from Marinette. "Jeez Marinette, you picked a jealous one, eh?" She could feel the blush on her cheeks. Marinette cleared her throat. "We…we need to talk. Somewhere private."

Ivan's face hardened. "Something's wrong." Something had been wrong, for a very long time. "The dressing rooms." He motioned toward the right. "While everyone's rehearsing, they're empty." She knew the way, so Marinette started walking first. She only took a few steps when she realized exactly what Ivan was doing.

He was watching her walk. No, more specifically, he was watching her leg. Damn it, did she limp? She didn't want him to limp in front of him. She didn't like to limp in front of anyone. But especially Ivan. Ivan helped her with modeling for so long. Told her that she was the best model and designer she had ever seen.

Oh, how the mighty had fallen. Marinette straightened her shoulders. Slowed her stride. A few moments later, they were in Cecilia's dressing room. Memories were everywhere in that room. She was so excited when she came in to visit Cecilia after a performance. So-

"You look…familiar to me," Ivan said as he closed the door and let his gaze focus on Adrien. "He's Adrien Agreste," Marinette said, waving her hand toward him. "You've probably seen his picture in the paper. And he went to high school with us."

Ivan gave a little whistle. "Right, I do remember now." He nodded his head toward Adrien. "Good to see you again, man." The whistle was more mocking than anything else. Ivan didn't look impressed. But then again, if you weren't talking about set designing, Ivan normally wasn't impressed.

His gaze turned back to her. "I want you to come visit me again." Marinette tensed. She was afraid that he would go right back to that. Before she could reply, Adrien put his body between them. "Have you been to Chicago recently, Ivan?"

"Chicago? No, no, of course not." His deep voice tightened the words. "I've been here, for the last fucking month. Trying to make those sets out there half as good as Marinette's designs…" He stepped around Adrien. Smiled at Marinette. "Have you ever seen her design? Or model?" Ivan asked Adrien. His eyes didn't leave Marinette's face. "It's the most fucking beautiful thing in the world."

"I've seen her," Adrien's voice was clipped. Adrien had seen her long ago. In a different lifetime. When he took her to his mansion. Sat next to her and watched her design. She had gotten much better than the way she was then.

Well, she had been better. "We're not here about the modelling or designing," She tried telling Ivan again. The man had such a one track mind. "There's something else that we need to discuss."

"Something more important than you getting that sweet ass of yours back here to visit? Doubt it. I don't see you-"

"Someone is stalking Marinette." Adrien's cold, quiet words cut right through the rumble of Ivan's speech. "Some bastard attacked her recently in Chicago."

"Marinette!" Ivan's jaw dropped. "Why didn't you call me? Why didn't you-"

"She said that the man first started following her in Paris. He got into Cecilia's dressing room…" Adrien cast an angry glance around the room. "Since the security here is non-existent, I can see how that happened. He got into this place, he got into her home, and-"

"And you said someone forced you off the road," Ivan muttered. He ran a shaking hand over his face. "Hell, I thought it was the pain meds talking. When you first woke up, you were out of it in that hospital. I didn't realize…" His words trailed off.

Maybe because he just fully noticed the killing glare that Adrien aimed at him. "You think it's me, Adrien?" Ivan demanded, backing up a step. "You sure have easy access to Cecilia's dressing room, Ivan." Adrien threw right back. "You know where she lived."

"Of course I did! I helped her move in! Damn it, I even had her back-up key." Adrien's shoulders stiffened. He turned and cast that rather scary glare of his at Marinette. Crap. Did she neglect to mention that part? "But I wouldn't do that to Marinette! I would never do anything to hurt her." And Ivan reached for Marinette again.

His fingers locked around her arms. "You know how much I need you. I wouldn't hurt you, not for-"

"Get your fucking hands off her." Goosebumps rose on Marinette's skin. Ivan immediately jerked away from her. "Look Adrien, I-"

Adrien caught Marinette's hand and pulled her to his side. "I'm going to need confirmation that you haven't left the city."

"Y-you're asking me for an alibi?" Ivan sputtered.

"Damn straight I am." Now Ivan was the one to flush. "A dozen dancers can tell you that I've been working my ass off for the last twenty days. They can all confirm that I haven't left the city."

"Good." Adrien flashed a hard smile, one that held an evil edge. "I'll get them to confirm that before I leave today." Marinette's breath expelled in a fast rush. "Ivan, did you ever see anyone handing around Cecilia's dressing room? Anyone that lingered after a show?"

She asked stagehands the same questions before, but no one had seen anything. After a performance, it was too chaotic to keep track of people. Ivan's eyes had narrowed on Adrien. He seemed to be searching Adrien's face with a dark intensity. "Ivan?" Marinette pushed.

"There are always fans who try to get back to the dancers," Ivan said, rolling his shoulders. "I've told you before, when Cecilia is dancing, she becomes something…quite different."

Cecilia was one of the show's most popular dancers. Whenever Ivan brought Marinette along, she would hang out with her. But Marinette never noticed the fact that Cecilia tries to avoid her like the black plague. It's not that she didn't like her. She just doesn't like to be distracted before or after a performance. Marinette would come after her show to congratulate her, and the fans outside of her door started to notice her when she was making a name for herself.

"You didn't see anyone?" Adrien questioned. "Damn it, what about video cameras?"

"We don't have them backstage." Ivan shook his head. "After a show, it's chaos. Plain and simple. Hell, do you have any idea just how many flowers get delivered after a show? It's a fucking madhouse here."

And someone had slipped into the madhouse far too easily. "I'll check, okay?" Ivan offered as a knock sounded at the door. "I'll ask around and see if anyone remembers anything, but Marinette, you know how fast the backstage groups turn over. We've got new staff working this show."

With every new show, there was a rotation. A knock rapped again at the door. "Ivan!" A woman's voice called. "They need you on stage."

"Be right there." He straightened his shoulders. Met Adrien's stare. "Check my alibi. Talk to the dancers. Like I said, I would never hurt Marinette, and I sure hope you find the bastard who did." Then he glanced her way. "Come back to me. I want you to visit me again." Angry tension seemed to roll off Adrien's body.

"I…can't." Marinette said softly. "How do you know?" Ivan asked her, tilting his head as he studied her. "Unless you try?" The knock pounded again. It was much more impatient this time. "Ivan, the stage hands are screwing up out here! We need you."

He gave a curt nod to Marinette and Adrien, and Ivan hurried away. The door hung open behind him, just a few inches. "Before we leave," Adrien spoke slowly, "I'll talk to the stagehands here and see if anyone remembers something."

She nodded. "It's been too long, hasn't it?" If Adrien had been here sooner, to run his investigation, then perhaps more evidence, more clues could have been found. Adrien exhaled slowly. "I'll find him. He's not getting away." She hoped that he wasn't. She started to slip by Adrien. He caught her arm.

"You left Paris without saying anything? You just ran from the city?" Her throat had gone dry. "It took me weeks to walk again." That was only after all of the surgeries. "And I did try to say something." That painful memory would never go away. "The first time I tried to tell someone, I couldn't do it." The first time, the second, the third.

Her lashes lifted so that she could meet that bright green stare. "Ivan is the best set designer I've ever seen. I knew that he was going to do great things when we were dating. I didn't want him to pity me when I got into my accident. I didn't want to hear him say-"

You should have been truthful, Marinette. She could hear his words clearly in her mind. "There are some things that you know on your own." She had enough humiliation and pain by that point. Running had seemed like her best plan. Escape. And she didn't want to talk about this anymore.

"I'll go talk to some of the dancers." Her words tumbled out quickly. "I'll see if anyone remembers or-or maybe if anyone had something like this happen to them." So she was grasping at straws. That room was too small. Too filled with memories, and Marinette wanted to get out of there. So she fled. After all, she might suck at walking sometimes, but when it came to running away, she had that one down cold.

Adrien blinked at her slowly. He didn't know what that was about, but he wasn't about to question this now. He had business to handle. He walked to the door when a small, waist long strawberry blond hair girl with a headband covered in pink cherry blossoms stopped right in front of the door, blocking him.

She had on a pink short sleeve shirt with the words, "Pink is Beautiful" in black. She wore a black tutu skirt with cherry blossoms running down the sides. She also had on pale pink stockings underneath her skirt and she had on black ballet shoes with pink deer intertwined on the shoes. Her pale pink eyes lit up in lust and she purred, "Well hello, Adrien."

Oh no. Not her. Not Cecilia. He never did like to see his old one-time flings.

When Marinette had said he was sleeping with other women, she wasn't wrong. And here was one he slept with about 2 years ago, Cecilia Roserade. She winked at him. "Is that a yoyo in your pants, or are you just happy to see me, you handsome business man?"

Adrien didn't dislike Cecilia. She was actually a sweet and generous person around him. She also loved to compliment him from time to time, and was very flirty. If he didn't want Marinette so much, there could have been a chance between the two. But Adrien wasn't about to give up Marinette.

"Excuse me Cecilia, it's nice to see you, but I have business to do." He tried to walk past her, but she pushed him back into her room. "So if you have business to do, why are you in my dressing room? Have you come back for more?" She smiled.

"No, I was talking to Ivan in here with Marinette. Now if you'll excuse me." Adrien glared, pushing her out of the way and walking to the stage. Cecilia's face turned red in anger. "Marinette? What the hell is SHE doing here?"

Penguin: That's all for today chibis! Special thanks to Pinksakura271 for letting me use her OC Cecilia for this chapter! I hope you liked her appearance, Sakura! ~crosses fingers~ Also, all credit goes to Pinksakura271 for her OC, I don't own her whatsoever. Thanks again lovely! I would have added more to the end...but it's already long enough. Bai!