Marinette's plane landed and she disembarked in a rush, nearly tripping several times as she struggled to carry all her luggage. On the short flight over, she had cried herself out. Her decision was made, the damage was done, and there was nothing she could do to take any of it back. So, as the captain called for landing procedures, she had steeled her heart and focused her resolve on moving forward. She could flounder in her sorrow once she arrives at her new apartment. Until then, she had a million things to do to get ready for her new life. Her boss had texted her that morning with the name of the car service that would be picking her up once she arrived. She snagged a luggage cart and loaded her entire life onto it before wheeling it out of the automatic doors to the long line of black cars that waited just outside. She found the car with the man holding a sign that read L'autre Maison de Couture and rolled her cart up to it. She had been working on her Italian, but it was still woefully inadequate. Thankfully she was able to just point at herself and speak her name and the man seemed to understand her. She got into the backseat as he loaded her stuff into the trunk. After she was settled in, she texted her parents to let them know that she had arrived safely. She considered texting Adrien as well. But like the coward she was, she decided to wait until she was at her apartment and semi settled in before trying to contact him. She was sure the wound was still a bit too fresh for him to want to hear from her so soon.
An hour long car ride later, she was standing in the middle of a fully furnished apartment on the fourth floor of a sleek modern building. M. Laurent had assured her that the building housed several different fashion designers from all over the world. This both made her more comfortable and extremely nervous. She was still having a hard time seeing the same thing as M. Laurent saw in her. But she was determined to excel as much as she could. She had left behind everything for this, and she wouldn't settle for anything less than the best. Rolling up her sleeves, she opened up her first box and started to unpack.
Hours later, after she had thoroughly exhausted herself unpacking all of her belongings and rearranging the furniture to her liking in all of the rooms, setting up her craft room and getting her laptop and tablet all synced up, she finally allowed herself to stop. The respite from her overwhelming feelings of loneliness had exhausted her physical body, but with the energy to move gone, so was the energy to hold back the tears. She took a deep breath as she picked up her phone, her heart hammering as she brought up Adrien's contact information. She should video call him so that she could see his face, but she was too afraid of his rejection. So, she opted to send him a text. That way, if he didn't respond, she could just tell herself that he didn't hear it or that he was already asleep.
LB: Just wanted to let you know that I'm all set up and have a few moments to chat if you are available…. Let me know? Missing you already.
A few seconds later she broke down as her phone vibrated with an incoming message.
CN: [VZW FREE MESSAGE] Message not delivered - Recipient has blocked incoming SMS.
So that was the end. He was no longer willing to be a part of her life. He had blocked her out of his life and his heart, and there was nothing she could do about it. She wasn't expecting to never talk to him again after what they had done in the bathroom at the cafe. But it seemed that choice was already made for her. With streaming eyes, she brought up Alya's contact info and hit the video call button. She knew that Alya was waiting to hear from her and get the low down on her apartment building and if she had seen any famous people. She just hoped Alya would understand that she was broken beyond repair currently. Suddenly Alya's grinning face was on Marinette's phone screen.
"Hey girl! How're you liking Mil-" Marinette's face had finally registered with Alya. "Oh honey, what's wrong? Did something happen?" The smile dropped from Alya's face as her concerned voice filtered through the speaker. The worried look on her best friend's face set Marinette off, and she couldn't stop the gut wrenching sobs that bubbled out of her for a long time afterwards.
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Six months later, Marinette collapsed on her couch after getting home from another long day at the office. It was the beginning of spring, and Marinette's days were filled with sketches of summer dresses and bolts of summertime colored fabrics. She rolled her eyes at the ten emails that had been sent to her by her assistant Veronica in the time it took her to get from the office to her apartment. Some days it was surreal for her to imagine that this was her life. She had quickly moved up the ranks in her company, so much so that M. Laurent had moved to Milan permanently to oversee the "most promising fashion designer of the decade". She still blushed each time he would teasingly say that when she was in earshot. He had given her a huge office right down the hall from his, and an assistant to manage all her appointments and meetings since she was always in such demand. Jennifer had relocated when M. Laurent moved, and she spent a lot of time with the older woman outside of work. It was nice to have familiar faces from back home mixed in with all the new colleagues she had come to know in her time in Milan. Her parents had already come to visit her just last month, and were impressed with the life she had built in such a short time. Naturally they were very careful to not mention a certain blonde haired model, for which Marinette was eternally grateful, but they delighted in filling her in on everything she was missing out on back home. She listened with dark glee as they had told her that Chloe's father was arrested for embezzlement and Chloe was left with nothing to her name but the clothes on her back. Her mother had admonished her for laughing, but she just couldn't find it in her heart to feel sorry for Chloe. Especially since Alya had let slip that Chloe had made her move as soon as Marinette left on Adr-. Nope. Not going to go there again. Marinette had kept those feelings successfully repressed for nearly six months, and she had no intention of letting them escape now.
She frowned as she looked at the clock on the wall next to her front door. Alya had become nearly religious in her weekly calls to check on Marinette and swap work stories from the week. But according to the clock, she was now almost fifteen minutes late in calling. This wasn't enough to really concern Marinette, but it did give her pause. That really wasn't like Alya. Even with them being so far apart, their friendship was as close as ever. Marinette could honestly say that she probably wouldn't have made it in Milan if it wasn't for Alya's unflinching support and motivation. Marinette set her glass of wine down on the table. Maybe something had happened to Alya's phone to where she couldn't tell what time it was. She would just call her and leave a message, and if she didn't hear back from her by the time she had showered, she would call Nino. Just as she was getting ready to head to the bathroom for her shower, her phone screen lit up. Alya's picture buzzed at Marinette from the table top. Sighing with relief, Marinette hit the Accept button and waited for the video feed to start.
"You had me worried, Als. I thought maybe that rival website had finally found you and kidnapped you." Marinette said with a smile on her face.
"Girl, please. They wouldn't know how to handle all of this and you know it!" Alya's face materialized out of the darkness of the screen surrounding her.
"Where are you? It's so dark I can hardly see your face." Marinette scrunched her nose as she tried to catch a glimpse of Alya's surroundings.
"Actually, that's a bit of a story in and of itself. I'm in a car, bound for adventure!" Alya flung an arm out with a dramatic expression on her face before cracking up laughing. "But, I only have a few minutes to talk before I have to go. Secret mission and all that. So, spill. How was your work week and have you met a man yet?" Alya brought her hand back around to wag a finger at the video screen. This had become routine for the beginning of their phone conversations. She would only have a few minutes to talk, she would ask Mari if she had met someone, and then they would spend the next hour laughing their asses off at totally random stuff from their respective jobs.
Marinette launched into a tirade about the newest designer on the floor with her, who thought his ideas were better than everyone else's and treated the rest of the staff like garbage. Mari was surprised when Alya interrupted her after only a few minutes of complaining.
"Girl, that sounds awful… But I'm going to have to let you go now. I've arrived at my destination, according to my GPS at least. So, hugs and kisses until next time, okay?" Alya winked at her and blew her a kiss.
"Oh, of course! Shoot me a text when you get back home for the evening. I don't know what you've got planned, but I'll worry until I know you're safe and sound." Mari smiled at her and waved before hanging up.
"Well, shit. Now what am I going to do for the rest of my evening….." Marinette grumbled as she walked over to her nightstand to plug in her phone to its charger. She didn't want to risk it being dead if Alya suddenly got free and was able to call back. A few knocks on the door startled her, and she almost tripped over the rug at the end of her bed before righting herself and rushing to look through the peephole. Her jaw dropped and she flung the door open to reveal her best friend, who was positively beaming at her.
"SURPRISE!" Alya screamed as she dropped her bags and flung her arms around her best friend, pulling her into a bone crushing hug.
"ALYA! What are you doing here?!" Mari tried to come up with the words to express to her bestie how much it meant to her that she would surprise her like this, but she just couldn't get them past the lump in her throat. She had been so lonely here, even with the new friends and her wonderful boss, but it didn't really hit her until Alya was standing in front of her. She gripped Alya like she was her lifeline tying her to this world.
"I told you, I'm bound for adventure! You don't know it yet, but you are too! Now, show me all around this place and then hop your ass in the shower. I'll be going through your clothes and picking out the perfect club outfit for you to get laid in while you're scrubbing the work off ya. Sexy Mari is about to come out and play!" Alya roared with laughter at the dumbfounded expression on Mari's face. She pushed past her and set her bags on the couch before whistling at her surroundings. "Damn girl, I know you said it was nice but, shit, this is nice."
Marinette finally unfroze and closed the front door before turning and walking towards Alya.
"Als… can't we just hang out and watch a movie like we used to do?" Marinette smiled at her and batted her eyelashes. Alya looked at her with her hands on her hips and pursed lips. She walked towards her best friend and turned her towards the shower. She gave her a small push.
"To the shower with you! You're going out on our little adventure whether you like it or not. You need this, and don't 'no ma'am' me!" Marinette giggled and raised her hands in defeat, as she made her way to her bathroom to clean up. Alya shook her head and searched the lavish apartment for Marinette's bedroom. She opened each door, before she found it. Alya opened the door and stepped inside with glee, as she took in her beautifully decorated bedroom. "Damn girl… seriously? My house isn't even decorated this pretty." She shook her head and began to go through her walk in closet for an outfit. She pushed hanger after hanger of clothing choices aside until 'the one' caught her eye. It was a matte black a-line dress with thin straps that smoothly curved into a deep 'v' neckline and dipped below the breasts. It came in at the waist before it went out at the hips. The hem stopped about mid-thigh. She yanked it down from the clothing bar and ran over to go through her shelves of designer heels.
Alya picked a strappy silver pair of stilettos that had white rhinestones accenting the bands across the toes. She quickly carried the dress and shoes over to Marinette's bed and laid them out for her. Marinette walked out of her bathroom and looked at the dress on the bed. She covered her mouth, as she stared at the black dress. She hadn't looked at it in ages. Even when she had hung it up she had paid as little attention to it as possible. Yet now she was forced to look at it. Alya walked in to find Marinette just standing there with the hem of the skirt of the dress in her shaking hand, while she sniffled. "What's wrong?" Alya looked at her best friend with a worried expression. Marinette shook her head and cleared her throat. "Nothing. I'm fine. Thank you, Als." She picked up the dress and took it into her walk in closet to put it on. Alya sat on Marinette's bed slightly confused by her reaction.
Marinette unzipped the dress and stepped into it. She pulled the zipper up her back and let out a deep sigh, as she looked at herself in the full length mirror. She slid her hands down the skirt and sighed. Tears burned her eyes, but she refused to cry anymore. Adrien had bought her the dress to go to one of his father's fashion show after parties. She had been trying to forget about this dress since she hung it up in her closet. She hadn't had the heart to part with it. Plus it was a stunning dress. Marinette straightened her back and sat down on the long pink bench to fasten the buckles on her heels around her ankles. She stood up and spread her hands down the skirt again. The dress hugged her bust just enough to accentuate her breasts. The heels combined with the short dress made her legs appear longer. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she got ready to model her new look for Alya. Marinette opened the closet and Alya's mouth fell open at the sight of her. "Well?" Marinette did a small spin for her and put a hand on her hip, as she slightly turned her torso to show it off a bit more with one foot slightly behind the other. "Girl! That looks amazing on you!" Alya burst out with excitement. Marinette focused all of her attention on her best friend and not on the memories of the dress that she wore.
"So, what are you wearing then?" Marinette put her hands on her hips and looked at Alya with a competitive smirk. Alya gave a smug grin and walked out of the bedroom to her bag. She unzipped it and Marinette watched her pull out a satin, crimson hued dress. It was a halter wrap dress that had a low neckline and it tied on the side of her hip in a relaxed bow. Natural pleats ran across her hips to the bow and it was just below her ass, barely leaving anything to anyone's imagination. Marinette felt the fabric and took in it's smooth cool texture. "That's stunning, Als." Alya squealed and ran over to her bathroom to change into it. She came out wearing it with satin strappy black heels that criss crossed and tied at the back of her calves.
Marinette was suddenly pushed into one of her kitchen chairs and Alya began to work on her hair. She plugged in a curling iron and began to do Marinette's make up. She swiped on layering shades of greys and blacks until she achieved a smokey eye. "Close your eyes." Alya scolded her and Marinette rolled her eyes and shut them. She took liquid eyeliner and winged it at the corners of her eyes into a perfect cat eye. She opened up a tube of lipstick in a deep rich shade of dark red and touched Marinette's chin. Alya applied the lipstick to her lips, before she stepped away and picked up the curling iron. She parted Marinette's dark hair to the side and began to curl it in soft waves. Before long she was done and working on her own hair and make-up.
"Are you sure about this, Alya?" Marinette looked over at her from the hand mirror in her hand. "Definitely." Alya winked at her and touched her best friend's shoulders with her hands. Marinette smiled and an errant thought about what Adrien would say if he saw her came to mind, but she quickly pushed the thought back. She didn't want to ruin the makeup that Alya had worked so hard on by starting to cry. Alya swung her purse over her shoulder and stood with on hand on her hip. "Ready?" Marinette quickly grabbed her purse and smiled. "Let's go have an adventure!" She raised her fist into the air with a bright smile. It may have been forced, but she was going to try to have as much fun as she could. Alya yelled out with excitement and they left the apartment and made their way to Alya's car. She unlocked it and Marinette got into the passenger seat, while Alya got into the driver's seat. Once Marinette shut her door, Alya started the car and turned the dubstep music up.
"Is this Nino's mix?" Marinette looked over at Alya and she smiled at Marinette. "Girl… It's his newest one!" Alya smiled and sped off towards the club. Marinette danced in her seat with her best friend to Nino's new music. "How is Nino?" Marinette asked as she caught her breath. "He's doing good. He got a big gig at one of the most bumping clubs in Paris." Alya seemed to perk up with the thought. She remembered how excited he had been when he had told her the good news. It had been one of the cutest things she had ever seen. "He came running into our flat and he lifted me into the air and spun me around just to tell me that he had this new gig at the biggest club in Paris." Alya laughed at the memory as her cheeks grew warm. "That's amazing, Als! Tell him congratulations for me." Marinette smiled at her as they reached their destination. Alya drove down into the underground parking garage and found a spot near the elevator.
Marinette opened her door and nearly tripped out of it. She had been wearing heels a lot more than she used to, but she still wasn't accustomed to them. Alya laughed at her best friend. "Girl, we need to work on your walk." Marinette crossed her arms over her chest and pouted at Alya. "I've been working on my walk, thank you very much. Now let's have fun!" Marinette giggled and walked towards the elevator, leaving Alya to catch up to her. They walked up to the front of the club and flashed their at the door. The music pumped through the building and they walked inside and took it all in. The place was massive and had tall ceilings. Lights flashed around them and a expansive dance floor was filled with people. Alya led Marinette over to one of the four bars that lined the outer walls. Her best friend leaned on the bar and ordered them drinks. They took their drinks and leaned their backs on the bar.
"The bartender is pretty cute…" Alya nudged Marinette's shoulder with her own. Marinette glanced over her shoulder with her drink to her lips and noticed his messy blonde hair and green eyes. She shook her head. "Not really… my type." Alya shook her head and sipped on her martini. "You have to move on, Mari. I'm sorry. I wish I could say that you should hold out for him, but…" Marinette tried to not focus on her words and how much they hurt.
"Hey…" A male voice chimed in from beside Marinette, while another spoke from Alya's side. Marinette glanced over to see the man behind the voice. He wore a button down shirt that was too tight and jeans that were a few sizes too small. His brown hair was gelled back like he had been trying too hard. The man on Alya's side was wearing a plaid short sleeved button down with tight slacks and a belt. His shirt was tucked in and accentuated his rounded stomach. His dark hair was styled messily. Alya and Marinette took in the smell of sweat and alcohol instantaneously. It took every ounce of self control just to not vomit from the smell alone.
"I'm Carlo and this is my best friend, Pace." The man beside Marinette spoke and took her hand in his. He wiggled his eyebrows and went to kiss her hand, but Marinette yanked her hand away. "Spicy…" Alya laughed at her hidden joke that was more directed at their scent than anything else. Marinette burst out laughing at her best friend. "So, what brings you two beautiful women here tonight?" Carlo smiled at them and leaned his elbow on the bar table.
Marinette scooted closer to Alya with her drink in her hand. "Why don't you take that flowery shit somewhere else?" Alya smiled at him and waved him off.
"We're here every night. Ya know, partying it up… as we do." Pace leaned into Alya as he spoke, after which she scoffed and pushed him back by his chest.
"And we're leaving." Alya grabbed Marinette's hand and pulled her from her seat. The two men stepped in their way with dark smiles that promised trouble.
"One dance and maybe a couple drinks?" Carlo winked at Marinette while Pace licked his lips. "We're good." Marinette looked at them with a hostile glare.
"Yeah, I said BACK THE FUCK OFF!" Alya shouted at the two men.
The two men shared a secretive look before they smoothly smiled once more. "And we said let us buy you a drink. Just one. Come on.. It'll be fun… I'll buy you any kind you want. Any price. Just name it. Please… come on… Take you in a drive in my pretty sports car… hmm?" Pace leaned further into Alya and she grimaced at the disgusting man in front of her.
"We're just gonna… go…" Marinette tried to squeeze past them, but they wouldn't let her through. Marinette shared a slightly alarmed look with Alya. "C'mon bello zaffiro...I think you should let us buy you something. I mean," Carlo's voice took on a wheedling quality, "we walked all the way over to you two nice ladies. At least let us do something for you. I'll feel- we'll bad if we don't." Carlo brightly smiled at Marinette, but something behind it was unsettling and didn't feel right. "You know you want another delicious drink… I can order you the best one in all of Italy. The most known drink that is loved by many of us natives here. Just say the word. Don't you want to try it out? It's delicious… You won't regret it…" Carlo begged her with a shit eating grin. Marinette cringed at his words and wanted to run, but they were trapped.
Suddenly two hands were clapped on both men's shoulders. Marinette could tell by the way both men winced that the grip wasn't friendly.
"Boys, boys, boys…. Can't you see these two extraordinary women are tired of your shit? Hell, even the post across the room has a better chance of getting laid tonight than you two do. Now, I believe they said to… What was it now..? Oh yes, 'back the fuck off'... So I think it's time for you both to get the fuck out of here. Adesso." Both men were suddenly yanked off balance and shuffled to the side by a tall man. Apparently these men knew the interrupter, because they took one look at him and nearly ran away with their tails tucked between their legs. Marinette breathed a sigh of relief, briefly closing her eyes to will away the stress she had been under the past fifteen minutes or so. She heard Alya gasp, and her eyes snapped open. She was already exhausted, had been since the moment she had gotten home, and her tolerance for the shit going on at this club was nearly nonexistent by this point. She opened her mouth to let the newcomer know that while she was grateful for the assistance, she was ready to go home for the night.
"Marinette, right?" A deep baritone startled her into silence. A gentle hand gripped her hand and raised it to the lips of their savior. His shaggy midnight black hair ended in light blue tips. His piercing blue eyes locked onto hers and she felt the rest of the club scene dim around them. His expression was serene as he offered a gentle smile, and Marinette distantly noticed that he had black gauges in his ears. The fingers wrapped around her hand were long; musician's fingers, and had nails that were painted black. She followed the pale line of his arm up to find a silky short sleeved black dress shirt covering defined biceps. Her gaze skipped down his chest, which she noticed was narrow with a hint of muscle, to the slim line of his stomach. A shocking thought made Marinette wonder what she would find if she removed his shirt. A shiny belt held up black skinny jeans, with Italian made black dress shoes adorning his feet. Her eyes snapped back to his as she suddenly realized he was still waiting for her to respond.
"Yes.. My name is ma- ma- Marinette." Marinette shut her mouth in horror to stop her sudden stuttering. She had never stuttered a day in her life, but her body seemed to be in a state of frozen animation due to the mere presence of this man.
"Well, ma- ma- Marinette, I hope those men didn't give you too much trouble. If you'd like, I could go deal with them and maybe return for a dance?" Luka's gaze smoldered.
"No." His eyebrow raised and Marinette realized a half a second later that he would take that the wrong way. "I meant, no… You don't need to take care of them. I- I'm sure they won't bother us again now that you're here. Not that I mean you have to stay with us the rest of the night or anything!" Marinette's arms flailed as she slammed her mouth shut before she could do any more damage to the conversation. To her complete surprise, Luka burst out laughing.
"If you insist. But, I insist you let me buy you ladies a drink to make up for their inexcusable behavior. See, my band plays at this club during the week, so I'm something of a… representative of this club, if you will. And I can't allow those creeps to give this place a bad rep. I can tell both of you are intelligent, driven women who aren't afraid to voice their opinions publicly. And I'd like to formally make it up to you both by buying you each a drink. The dance, however… Well, that's strictly for my pleasure only." Luka gave Marinette a heavy lidded gaze that caused her body to shiver with anticipation. Something about this man put her under a spell, causing her body to respond in ways it hadn't since him. Suddenly, Marinette wanted this. Maybe this was divine providence, this stranger coming to her rescue. Maybe this was a sign that it was time to move on and let go of the past completely. Her shy smile slid into a smirk as she leaned forward, pushing her breasts just slightly forward to catch his eye. By the quick dart downward of his gaze, she succeeded. She slid her hand out from his, only to trail it up his arm to rest on his shoulder.
"Since I've already had a drink, but I haven't gotten an opportunity to dance yet, how about me and you go have that dance, and then you can treat me and my friend to our drinks?" Marinette glanced to the side to make sure that it was okay with Alya. To her utter amazement, Alya was standing open mouthed, totally speechless for once in her life. The only thing she could manage was a slight nod before slyly smirking at Marinette. "By all means, go get 'em, girl." And with that, she turned and walked back towards the seating near the bar area.
"I guess that means I'm all yours." She said with a sultry look towards Luka. To his credit, his expression wasn't that of a panting sex crazed boy, but she could tell how much she was affecting him.
Marinette pulled him towards the dance floor by his hand while she bit her bottom lip with a soft giggle. She couldn't help but think how fun this was going to be. Luka stood there and looked down at her as she turned her back toward him. She grabbed both of his hands and rolled her hips from side to side to the ground and slowly stood up, arching her back as she rubbed her ass against the front of his jeans. He bit his bottom lip with a smirk and stared down at her as she put his hands on her hips. Marinette looked over her shoulder at him and circled her hips, brushing up against him. He spun her around to face him and he held her hips as she moved them from side to side. He rocked with her and moved his thigh to be between her thighs. She rolled her hips along his thigh and leaned back slightly with her hand on his shoulder, as she moved to the beat. He spun her around again and held her hips to him, as they rolled their hips to the slow beat of the song. He raised her hand around the back of his neck and slowly slid his fingers down her arm to her side and brushed his lips on her pulse point. She gasped softly at his soft lips on her neck, as he slowly rolled his hips into hers. She followed his lead, letting him spin her out, then back in, catching herself with her hand on his chest. She looked up at him with surprised blue eyes and parted lips. She relaxed as he bent her back with one of his hands on the small of her back. He slowly moved her from the left to the right before he yanked her back up against him. Luka peered down at her through his dark lashes and she panted as heat pooled between her thighs. He smirked darkly at her and danced her around in a circle, before he raised one of her legs and dipped her back. She quickly took her leg from his hand and spun away from him, before he ran after her and pulled her back against him. She gasped at his forceful touch and it set a flame to her skin. Marinette searched his blue eyes as he looked deeply into hers. He rolled his hips to the beat and she kept hers in time with his. The friction of him between her thighs wasn't helping her composure any. Her legs quivered and her breath caught as her cheeks flushed with each passing of his erection against her panties. Luka peered down at her, knowing his effect on her. How her cheeks were on fire and how her eyes were beginning to glaze over with need. He smirked and turned her away from him. Luka brought his lips to her neck and sucked and licked on her pulse point, causing the woman in his arms to moan and bite her bottom lip.
"Wanna get a drink?" Luka kissed up to her ear and nibbled on it, while he spoke into her ear in a deep sultry voice. A shiver ran down Marinette's spine and she almost came undone right then. The words caught in her throat and all she could do was nod.
Luka led Marinette to the bar by her hand and he tapped the bar with his middle finger. "What drink would you like?" He glanced sideways at Marinette with a smile that could set the world on fire. He raised an eyebrow and leaned on the bar waiting for her answer. Once none came, he turned his attention back to the bartender. "She'll have a Rossini." Luka winked at the unresponsive woman beside him as Alya wandered back over to them and leaned on the bar beside Marinette. "And what would you like, ma-ma-Marinette's best friend?" He gave her a dashing smile and she rolled her eyes. "I'll take a Bellini if you're buying." Luka ordered her drink too before ordering his own favorite, which was brandy straight. He passed Marinette the pink drink in a champagne glass with a strawberry decoration on the edge of the glass. Luka then gave Alya her drink. She looked at the orange color and the peach slice on the rim.
"Thank you." Alya used her glass to gesture her thanks before she took a small sip of her drink. Marinette peered into her drink with flushed cheeks and took a sip. It was sweet and delicious. She could get in trouble drinking these if she wasn't careful.
After a more than a few drinks, Marinette and Alya were feeling it. They were giggling and stumbling around each other, reminiscing about high school and the past. "How about some shots?" Luka spoke loud with a dark expression as he interrupted the two girls. He leaned into Marinette and her eyelids lowered as she smiled at him. She walked her fingers up his chest and yanked him by his shirt into a kiss. His eyes went wide in surprise before he sighed and slowly closed his eyes. He set his glass behind him on the bar and wrapped his arms around her waist. Alya ordered six shots for the two of them. Marinette pulled away from him with his shirt still gripped in her fists. He looked down at Marinette with glazed eyes and a hungry expression. Luka reached behind him to grab a shot glass. He passed it to Marinette before he took one for himself.
"To meeting two amazing women." He smiled and watched her throw the three shots back before he copied her. A new song came on and Marinette raised her arms into the air. "I LOVE THIS SONG!" She set her shot glass and his down and pulled him by his shirt to the dance floor. Luka grinned from ear to ear and allowed her to do so.
She stood away from him and dragged her hands up and into her hair as she circled her hips to the floor with her thighs spread and slowly came back up to stand up straight. She circled her hips and turned away from him. She swayed her hips with her hands in her hair and her bottom lip between her teeth and released it with a smirk over her shoulder at him. He watched her with entranced bright blue eyes. This woman would be the death of him and he knew it. He couldn't wait for the funeral. She spread her stance, locking and popping her hips to the beat. Her skirt swayed, showing off hints of skin. Luka slid towards her and grabbed her by the hips. He moved his hips with hers to the beat as she reached behind her and gripped the back of his neck with her hand. She moved with him and rocked her hips with his. She popped her hips and arched her back with the beat and he followed her. He hungrily stared down her body at her breasts and how her dancing made them bounce. She rolled her body against him and he quietly moaned into her ear causing her to gasp. He spun her around and separated her legs with his thigh. She rolled her hips along his thigh. The friction caused her panties to get wet and she clutched his shoulders, as he rolled his hips in time with hers. He brought his lips to her ear and she could feel his soft breathing. Luka flicked her earlobe with his tongue before he took it into his mouth and nibbled on it. Marinette gasped at the sensation of his warm mouth on her ear.
"You really know how to dance." His voice was the very definition of sin and she was quickly melting in his possession. He trailed his kisses down her neck and he sucked on her pulse point once again as he slid his hands up her sides barely grazing the bottom of her breasts. She circled her hips harder against him, seeking release. "We should take this somewhere else, bella." Luka whispered against her sensitive skin and her cheeks flushed at his nickname.
Alya watched them over her glass of water and smiled against the rim of her glass. She could see the way her best friend was reacting to his touches, how her hips were moved and dipping harder and faster against the man's thigh. "She's not going home tonight." Alya giggled and set her glass down on the bar. She made her way towards Marinette. "Hey, I'm gonna take off. You two have fun!" Alya winked and walked away, assuming Marinette heard her. But, the girl was distracted by a man in a dark outfit lavishing her neck while whispering romantic phrases in fluent italian. Alya made her way out of the club and to her car to head back to Marinette's place.
If Marinette had realized that Alya was leaving, she would've made sure to call a taxi to drive her home. She probably would've politely said goodbye to Luka, told him she had a wonderful night with him, and left with her best friend. These are all things Rational Marinette would've done. Marinette was so smashed that none of these thoughts occurred to her, she just noticed her best friend was no longer around and assumed she went back to her apartment. Giving Marinette some space to choose how the rest of her night would go. Because Alya was a great friend like that, and Marinette told herself that she would make sure and thank Alya the first opportunity she got for being such a great friend. But for right now, she had a sexy man staring into her eyes questioning her on what she wanted to do next. Something about having that choice intoxicated her. And she knew exactly what she wanted, moreover who she wanted.
As if he could sense her decision, he gripped her hand in his and led her out of the club. He stopped at the valet stand and spoke to the man standing there, while Marinette stood off to the side with her arms wrapped around her to ward off the nights chill. As she slowly spun around taking in the cities lights, she felt a jolt on her left shoulder blade, like something had zapped her skin there.
"What's this? Does my sweet innocent ma-ma-Marinette have a tattoo?" His voice in her ear, coupled with the sensations coming from the spot where her ladybug tattoo once was, nearly caused her to cum right there. The rational part of her brain, as buried as it was, noted how odd her reaction to his touch there was. Since she had moved to Milan, her tattoo had disappeared totally and she no longer had any feeling in the spot where it resided. And for the reaction to be this strong… It didn't bode well at all. But these thoughts were too buried in her subconscious for Marinette to notice.
"Like what you see? Maybe I have more, maybe I don't…" Marinette looked up at Luka over her shoulder, figuring he was just playing the game. Marinette was a competitive person, and if he wanted to play the game, she would win it. She flashed him a sultry smirk that made his cock twitch. He pressed it against the curve of her ass as he leaned in to slowly drag his tongue along the shell of her ear. "I'll find out by the end of the night, that's a promise, bella."
A sleek black car pulled up and parked, and a woman in a car service uniform stepped out and around to open the back door. Luka offered his hand to Marinette and helped her into the backseat of the car, coping a feel along the way. Once they were settled, Marinette noticed that there was a dark partition separating the front seats from the back seats of the car. She dimly registered an alarm bell ringing in her head at this, at how secluded she now was with a man she just met that night. Marinette was nothing if not determined, and she was determined to move past her broken heart. Adrien had refused to continue their friendship after she moved, and now she had an opportunity to move on as well. The irony was not lost on Marinette as she sat there thinking of Adrien while Luka's hands were skimming her body.
Suddenly, an icy feeling of dread washed over her. What was she thinking? She had no business being in this car, with this man, alone. She needed to tell him that she wanted to go back to her apartment so she could check on Alya. She would use that as an excuse to get away from him.
Unfortunately, none of that mattered because Luka had set his sights on having her, and nothing was going to deter him from his goal.
"Wh- where are we going?" Her voice cracked and she cleared her throat, striving to appear in control of herself. She had to be strong to get out of the mess she found herself in.
"I figured me and you could continue what we started on the dance floor. My apartment is just a few blocks from here. Is there someplace else you had in mind? Your performance on the dance floor makes me wonder if you'd rather go somewhere more… open to continue our evening." Luka spoke in a low voice as he pulled his hands from her body to reach for the wine glasses in the mini bar next to them in the car. "Let me make you another drink, to keep the fun going."
Marinette was internally panicking as she tried to figure a way out, so she was barely paying any attention to Luka. If she had, she would've noticed the small packet of powder he produced from a small compartment next to the fridge holding the champagne. He tipped half the packet into her glass before swirling it a few times to ensure it was all dissolved. He put on his most caring expression and turned to face her. "Are you alright? You're starting to look a little pale. Here, drink on this and we can spend the rest of our time together getting to know each other. Is that okay with you, bella?"
"Um… Sure." Marinette was at a total loss as to what to say, so she concentrated on sipping her drink. She wasn't a huge fan of champagne, having gotten more than her fill with all the events Adrien had dragged her to over the years. Thinking of him, and what he would think of her actions tonight, caused a painful twinge in her heart. All of her resolve to move on had totally fled her, and now she just wanted to go back home and cry on Alya's shoulder about how much she missed him. Suddenly her heart leapt. ALYA. That was her ticket out of the rest of this evening! They had long ago devised a code word to use in case of emergencies, or when they needed to get out of somewhere fast. If ever there was a time for it, it was right now. Marinette reached for her bag to dig her phone out. Once she had her phone in her hand, she pulled up Alya's conversation. She tried to shift her body to where Luka would be unable to see what she was doing. But he sensed her motives and was insisting she drink just a bit more before checking in with her friend. To get him to leave her alone, she took a few bigger sips of champagne than she wanted to. When he finally leaned back to refill her glass, she started to text the code word. A sudden wave of dizziness caused her to pause in her typing as she closed her eyes to get her bearings again. She was having a hard time getting the screen of her phone into focus. She couldn't find the rest of the letters needed for Alya to understand what she was trying to say. Marinette's phone slipped out of her hand just as she felt Luka tip her head back and carass the side of her face before gripping her chin roughly.
"You're all mine now, bella. All mine…."
Her phone lay on the floor of the car, screen bright with her text messages.
Mari: RO….
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