Chapter Seven: Double Standard
Marinette Dupain-Unchained had made it through her first fashion shoot. There were bumps, she'd faltered, but she'd made it to the end and hadn't fucked any excessively hot male models. She hadn't rutted Adrien right in the middle of the set…and she hadn't completely failed as a model herself.
Her headshot was online under the company's website directory for listed models. Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and the picture was of her biting her lip looking rather heated at the camera. She was the only one with a pose like that, and she was wondering if Gabriel was giving her leeway because of the other projects he'd asked her to work on. He'd really loved her design work for Adrien as well.
She sighed, stretching her limbs. "You're going to be late," Tikki muttered with a note of disapproval, and the bluenette's eyes widened.
"Crap!" She grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she bolted down the stairs. Tikki flitted into her purse as she fled, trying to make the car service. The crimson being was a little upset she'd taken the modeling job, but she couldn't back out after she'd signed the contract. Now? Her and Chat would both be out of Paris for a few weeks. To be fair, he had family plans, and she was…going off to play model…
"I'll come right back if there are any Akuma alerts," she murmured softly, but Tikki was a little bit miffed. She didn't blame the Kwami, but still…her heart was pounding with the potential excitement of the fun she could have…
***POV Change***
Adrien cringed as Lila leaned forward in front of him, her shirt hanging low enough to show she wasn't wearing a bra to holster her perky breasts. A heat crept into his cheeks, and he looked away politely, shifting in his seat as he felt his body react. Fuck, the girls were trying to kill him. However, he was never going to sleep with Lila.
He stared out the window, watching the clouds wisp by. "You must be excited to be surrounded by so many new faces," she chortled, and he shrugged smiling.
"I've seen a lot of new faces over the years. People flake out, burn out, or they get upgraded and move on. The overturn is crazy. I'm obviously still here because it's my father's company. If it wasn't, I'm sure someone else would have drafted me into a different company already."
The woman pursed her lips and rolled her eyes, clearly displeased with his answer. He didn't really care though. Adrien was trying to keep his eyes from continuously straying towards the front of the plane, where a large group of the new models were congregated.
Marinette was there, dressed down compared to the last few times he'd seen her. The woman looked more her 'usual' self, but still looked beautiful as she smiled, so at ease, but then there was Luka. He liked Luka…really he did. The guy was nice, but he kept leaning too far into Mari, and grinning at her in such a way that just made Adrien incredibly angry.
Plus, the bluenette seemed a little uneasy with his overt friendliness. Adrien wanted to stalk over and yank the man backwards, away from the beauty, but he grit his teeth and stared out the window. She had managed to avoid him altogether since the shoot…and well, she'd been hiding from Chat too. Why? What had Chat done?
Well, there was one way to find out…because she wasn't going to have a skylight to lock tonight…and he knew where her room was….because it just so happened to be right next to his. The grin slowly spread over his face. What a surprise that was going to be for the little spitfire.
***POV Change***
London was chaotic. She supposed it was probably the same way in Paris, but she knew the heartbeat of her own city…here it was…so odd, and she felt out of place.
By the time they got to the building they were renting together for the week, she was exhausted, but they should have said mansion, it was huge.
"There's a pool," Chloe squealed happily. "I can totally wear my bikini all the time while the guys are around."
Marinette smiled, shaking her head. Lila scoffed. "Nobody wants to see that, you're getting a bit chunky in the thighs."
"That's utterly ridiculous!"
The bluenette dodged out of the way as they got in each other's faces, too tired to get involved in…that. Akuma battles? Check. Fighting evil? Check. Breaking up a squabble over body fat? Ugh, hard pass.
She got lost twice trying to find her room before someone tapped her shoulder. She yelped, spinning, punching out automatically. Adrien deflected her blow with a glancing forearm, and his eyes widened, shaking out his limb.
"Oh, my God!" She covered her face, mortified. She'd just tried to punch Adrien! "I'm so sorry! You scared me!"
He winced. "You're pretty strong," he muttered. "Glad my reflexes aren't any slower," he commented playfully. "I was just going to offer to help you find your room, but if that's the thanks I get…"
"I'm sorry," she hissed, embarrassed.
He snickered. "It's fine, c'mon, we can look together." He gestured towards the hall, and she felt the heat creeping into her cheeks.
"Oh, a-alright," she whispered, butterflies erupting inside her abdomen as they walked silently down the large corridor. She twirled her fingers in the strands of her hair, chewing her lip, staring at anything but him, because if she did, she was afraid of what she might feel…or think…
"You look pretty today," he muttered flatly.
Her shoulders tensed, and she chewed more furiously on her lip, warmth spreading through her chest and spiraling down to the pit of her stomach. "Th-thanks?" Why did she sound so squeaky? "You look pretty too."
He snorted. "I certainly try."
Her eyes widened, and she smacked her forehead, turning to face him. "I m-mean you l-look sexy!" His brows shot up. "N-no! Not sexy, but okay looking. Better than okay!" She mentally shot herself. "I'm sorry!"
He shook his head, laughing. "It's fine, Mari, I understood, get some rest." He nodded his head behind her.
Her room, oh! "Rest? Oh, thanks! Wh-Why are you going to sleep?"
He paused mid-step, turning to regard her. "Is there something else I should be doing?"
His tone was perfectly even, and his words were completely innocent, but she couldn't help the sudden reaction her body had, her stomach tightening. "N-NO!" She shrieked and bolted into her room, puffing in terror as she slung her bag onto the queen-sized bed. Holy crap…she had a balcony…and her own bathroom. Marinette knew what she needed…
"Going to take a bath, Tikki," she murmured down at her purse. "Don't wait up."
***An hour later***
Marinette felt a lot better. Decidedly, the tension was gone from her limber body, and she didn't feel as wound up as she had been for the last few days. She wrapped the large fluffy sapphire towel around her body and pushed back into the room, frowning.
She was sure she'd left the lights on, but the room was dark, save for the light filtering through the window from the natural shine of the moon. She padded closer to have a better look, crossing the large area to stare through the glass. She was on the second floor, and her room overlooked a large wooded area. Peaceful, quiet, secluded.
"I was wondering if I'd have to come in and get you," Chat purred softly.
Marinette yelped, whirling, her back tapping the large glass doors. "Ch-Chat?" She saw the glow of his green eyes as he stood, his back against the opposite wall, his muscular arms crossed passively over his chest.
"Thought I'd be a gentlemen and wait, but I see by your attire, the wait didn't matter either way," he grinned broadly, dropping his arms and hopping on the bed, crawling over it on all fours until he was perched on the edge closest to her, staring, amused.
Every muscle on her body was bunched and watching him draw near was making her heart thump erratically. She could see the way his muscles slid under the leather, and the way his eyes were lingering too long on the swell of her pulsating breasts.
"What are you doing here Chat? How did you know I was here?" Her eyes shifted to the ceiling, anywhere but to him as the heat cascaded into every corner of her body, leaving no room for comfort. The only thing left was simmering need, and she couldn't afford that with Chat.
"Well, now, me first," he countered. "You've been avoiding me," he accused. "Might I get a reason, Purrrincess?"
Okay, that was…kind of…fair. "I-I…you…were leaving," she said vaguely, scooting away from the window, avoiding looking at him. "I was j-just busy," she tried weakly.
She heard the bed shift, and Chat was in front of her, his nostrils flaring, eyes staring down at her, narrowing. ''Lie," he whispered. "I think I deserve better than that," he said softly.
He deserved better than that? He was the one that didn't seem to care about her feelings when he was leaving! So, now he showed up expecting her to care about his feelings? The anger quickly replaced the spreading warmth, and it was easier to hold onto.
She shoved into his chest, putting space between them as she backed up. "You deserve better than that?" She laughed, short, harsh, humorless. "You're the one who didn't seem to care how I felt about you leaving. Now, you deserve better?" She scoffed, moving towards the bathroom.
His fingers snaked around her wrist, halting her movement. "Is that why you're so mad? You thought I didn't care about leaving you?"
"You were so flippant about it and with…" She stopped herself eyes widening. She couldn't know about that. "You just didn't seem to care," she tried flatly. "I missed you a lot, and you didn't care," she huffed, yanking her arm free. "How did you know where I was?"
She listened to him struggle on her words, but then he sighed in a loud breath of air. "How could I not know where Marinette Dupain-Chain-Me-Up is?"
Her eyes flew open. "Is THAT a thing?"
He snickered. "There is quite a…colorful website dedicated to it, yes."
She put a palm over her face, rubbing it gently. She wasn't going to be embarrassed in front of Chat. Nope, wasn't happening. I'm Marinette Dupain-Unchained. Unchained. She smiled slowly, tossing him a glance over her shoulder.
"Well, as fun as this has been and all, I've got to rest Chat, why don't you go be a stray on someone else's balcony?"
His mouth hung open a little. "I'm not…"
"Night Chat," she said in a husky tone before she yanked her towel free, letting it drop to the floor and padded confidently towards the bathroom. She lifted her chin despite the erratic beating of her heart, betraying how nervous she was, swaying away from Paris' number one superhero completely naked.
The bluenette pulled on the bathroom door, but his hand slammed it closed, his body so close to her back she could feel the heat coming off of it…even through his leather.
"It's not wise to dangle such a delicious piece of meat in front of a predator, Princess," he whispered against her ear, his voice dark, the playful tone gone, and it sent a shiver spiking down her spine to coalesce with the rapidly gathering heat behind her navel.
"Oh?" She'd tried for innocent. "Wasn't aware you were a predator," she teased softly, but her voice shook, betraying her as his breath caressed against the side of her face. He still hadn't moved.
"I can be," he growled, his mouth touching her ear now, and the gasp passing her teeth was barely audible, but she felt him shift. He'd heard it. "Especially, when I get worked up and my blood is pumping."
Okay, that was…she swallowed her moan, but her thighs pressed together to keep the fluid from leaking down her skin, the familiar ache flaring to life as her eyes rolled a little. This wasn't the superior retreat she'd been attempting.
"I think," she said slowly, trying to keep her voice even despite the intense growing arousal and mind numbing need to rub herself against him, "you have misguided notions about your animal appeal." Macaron for Marinette.
He blew his breath, almost angrily, through his nose against her cheek. "Princess," he said slowly, almost sweetly. "I've never told you this before," he whispered conspiratorially. "But…" he rubbed his nose against her temple, inhaling sharply. "I can smell when you're aroused, and it makes me want to fuck you senseless."
He shoved his cock, hard, ready, against her bare ass, and she released the pleasured sound she'd been trying to avoid emitting. Her hands flew up of their own accord, palms flattening against the door to brace herself, panting.
"CH-CHAT!" His name was caught between surprise and moan, and anger…
"Princess?" His tone was far more innocent, with a hint of growl.
"W-What do you think y-you're doing?"
"Mm," he moaned, and his hands gripped her ribs, sliding down quickly to her hips, thrusting again, and her head tipped back, a strangled sound escaping her parted lips. He rubbed against her, the feel of his leather against her skin…combined with how hard he was…made the heated knot in her pelvis pulsate angrily.
"I'm doing what I should have…" he paused for just a few moments before his mouth found the pulse in her neck, biting firmly, drawing a long lingering moan from her. "A long time ago," he grunted, finishing his sentence, but it felt far more weighted than it should have, like there was extra meaning to it she just didn't understand.
He ground into her, and she thrust her hips backwards, tearing a hiss from his lips. "F-Fuck," he crowed, and she used his surprise to her advantage. She used the limited space it had allowed and spun to face him, shoving her foot into his chest, pushing him a leg's length away, panting, back against the door.
She needed the space. She needed to breathe. She needed to think. "Y-you can't j-just do whatever you want, Chat," she croaked out.
His eyes raked down her face, over her heaving breasts, down her stomach and stopped. "Mm, I see something I really want to lick," he purred, dark eyes flicking back to her face. "So wet Princess," he groaned. "Do you enjoy feeling how hard I am because of you? Do you enjoy feeling me rub against you knowing I want to fuck you?"
Oh, God, her back bowed, and she moaned, whimpering, her breath hitching. It wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. His hand shoved her weakened leg out of the way, and he surged forward, pinning her body to the door with his. Claws pulled her knee up so her aching clit rubbed more fully against his cock when he rocked again, and she writhed, clawing at his chest.
"Tell me, Mari, if you could only choose one thing," he rocked his hips painfully slowly, sliding his length against her sensitive nub, and they both shuddered. "What would you have me do?"
Her eyes rolled back, and she shook her head as she started moving with him, building that delicious friction she knew would take her to the ecstasy her body craved. "W-what do you mean?"
He chuckled, and his mouth started trailing sloppy kisses over her shoulder. "Do you want my cock buried inside of you?" She gasped, moaning, tugging him closer. "Do you want my tongue slurping up all your thick cream?" His teeth found her pulse again, and he bit harder than she expected, and the orgasm took her by surprise as he thrust his hips in tandem with his mouth's movements.
When she could think again, his mouth was on her breast, tongue trailing down to her nipple, lapping in long slow, exaggerated licks, and she whimpered, unable to find an answer. How had this happened? Not…that it wasn't incredible. She'd dreamed of fucking Chat since she was fourteen, but she couldn't do that with her partner, and he loved Ladybug…
She gasped, wriggling away from him, and he smirked. "Want to go to the bed?"
"What about Ladybug?" His smirk faltered along with his confident stride. He tossed his gaze to the floor, clenching his jaw, and she almost wanted to take the words back. Almost. "You love her, right? So, what are you doing here, Chat?"
She saw the guilt flash through his eyes, and then she felt guilty too. It was a mean, manipulative thing to say, and she should have taken it back. She should have apologized, but he shook his head.
"S-Sorry, Marinette," he growled, stalking by her, and disappearing off the balcony, up to the roof. She collapsed, panting, blinking. Immediate shame and guilt clawed her insides to pieces. Using her heroine identity against Chat? Not her finest moment…especially since she'd just let Luka eat her out the day before.
"What a bitch," she sighed, dropping her face against her knees, releasing a soft sob.
