Marinette had spent another week in the hospital before finally getting the okay to be released. Adrien had spent every available moment he could with her, but he still had his duties as a professor to deal with. His father had tried calling him a few times, but he hadn't answered the phone. Marinette's wounds had taken turns being infected and she couldn't help but think that it was a parting gift from Luka, just one last way to interfere with her life. Adrien had returned to the abandoned building the next day, and burnt it to the ground. He had told her that he had gone inside and checked to make sure that Luka's body was still there, that there was no way he'd be coming back from the dead to haunt them any longer. He had found Marinette's basket of produce from the market hidden in the recesses of the room she had been tortured in. He had also taken Luka's knife from the scene, just in case it could be used to identify the burned body as Luka's. It now resided in a shallow hole dug in the furthest corner of their backyard. Adrien hadn't felt comfortable with it being in the house but wanted it where no one could find it.
On the day she was released, Adrien had cancelled his classes for the day to be there to take her home. Marinette was in good spirits; while in the hospital she had been able to combat the nausea with meds and being forced to stay in bed had helped with her exhaustion. Alya had been with her nearly every day since her job allowed the most flexibility when it came to scheduling. She brought all her tech and set up shop in Marinette's spacious maternity ward room day after day. They would pass the day in comfortable silence, Alya working on her computer and Marinette sketching in her sketchpad. Alya would leave when Adrien got off work, and Marinette would have some time to herself before her fiancé arrived. But as routine has her life had gotten in the hospital, she missed her home desperately. She had only gotten to live with Adrien for a couple of weeks before Luka had found them, and she longed to be back. To pass her days sewing and waiting for Adrien to get home. And since she was out of her first trimester now… Well, Adrien was going to find himself mighty busy each night. Her bump had rounded out a little more, too. Pretty soon she wouldn't be able to hide it behind the loose fitting shirts she had been wearing. Her sketchpad now contained multiple maternity clothing sketches, and she couldn't wait to return to her sewing machine to get started on them. Adrien had also offered to take her shopping whenever she felt up to it, to buy any maternity clothing she didn't want to make.
They both waited anxiously for the discharge paperwork to be put into the system so that she could officially be released. Adrien had brought an outfit from home for her to change into and she had been hardpressed to get him to remain outside of the bathroom so that she could change. It seemed she wasn't the only one looking forward to being back home, she mused as she pulled the brand new midnight blue shirt over her head. It had an empire waist and flowed in loose waves down to her thighs. Adrien must've bought it while she had been stuck in the hospital. He had also brought her a plain pair of black leggings and black flats. She had brushed her teeth and pulled her hair up into a messy bun with sideswept bangs. Even though she had been showering at the hospital, she couldn't wait to get home and use the ridiculously huge shower in her bathroom upstairs. She walked out of the bathroom and Adrien took one look at her and pulled her in for a kiss. It started out sweet and gentle, but pretty soon both couldn't hold back anymore, and it morphed into a passionate battle between their tongues. Adrien finally broke it to rest his forehead on hers. Once his breathing slowed, he brought his hands up to cup her face and whispered, "I can't wait to get you home, future Mrs. Agreste."
Marinette giggled and pulled him in for another kiss, just a soft brushing of their lips. Someone clearing their throat behind Adrien made them break away from each other, blushing wildly. Adrien dropped his hand and reached for hers before turning around. The doctor from her first day there stood in the doorway, a small smile on his face. Since that first day, he had really warmed up to the young couple. The love between them was evident to any person around them for longer than a couple seconds, and he had plenty of time to experience it during Marinette's stay in the hospital.
"It looks like you're all set to go, Mlle Dupain Cheng. Here is your paperwork, along with a list of the closest OB/GYN offices to your address. I suggest making an appointment in the next week or so. This disc contains all your medical files from this stay, so be sure and give it to them so that they are up to date with your specific injuries. The sonograms from yesterday show that the tears in your vaginal walls have completely healed well in advance of my original timeline of two weeks. You should be free to have intercourse once again. If you have any spotting or bleeding after intercourse, call whichever OB/GYN office you pick immediately. There is a chance that you'll be labeled high risk, simply because your body has gone through so much during your pregnancy and because you've already had to stop preterm labor." The doctor laid a thick packet of papers on her bedside table, along with a compact disc case with a label that had her name typed on it.
Adrien grinned and shook the doctors hand before replying, "Thank you, doctor. I'll make sure she picks one out as soon as possible. I'll also make sure of… the other stuff as well." Adrien's grin morphed into such a Chat smile that the doctor's smile widened and Marinette jabbed him in the ribs. It didn't deter him in the slightest. With an exasperated sigh, Marinette also shook the doctor's hand and thanked him.
She turned to her fiancé with a loving smile. "Are you ready to go, Chaton?" The love in his eyes as he nodded took her breath away. She never thought she deserved him; and yet here he was, looking down at her with all the love he had while his hand rested on their unborn child. She never thought imagined he would be as excited to be a father as he was. It was like new life had been breathed into him since the night their kwami's emerged and as he started to suspect that she might be pregnant. He had come clean when they were finally alone that first night she was in the hospital, telling her that he had suspected for a few weeks that she might be pregnant but never bringing it up to her because he didn't want to pressure her. She loved the man more and more each day, her heart filled to bursting levels only to reach new heights with each passing day.
He looked at her as she continued to gaze at him, finally asking "What?" when she continued to stare. She just shook her head and reached down to pick up her bag. Adrien and Alya had brought her as many things as they could to help her feel more at home during her stay in the hospital. He reached over her and grabbed the bag, holding it out of her reach as she tried to grab it from him.
"I'm not an invalid." She muttered as she gave up on trying to reach the bag and settled for just picking up the paperwork and disk case.
"No, you're not. But you are my Purrincess. Let me spoil you." Adrien's tone was so sincere that she couldn't be mad at him. She stood on her toes to give him a chaste kiss before starting to head towards the door. The doctor stopped her before she could get more than a couple of steps though.
"It's hospital procedure that you be brought downstairs in a wheelchair. No arguments, Mlle Dupain Cheng, that's just the way it is," the doctor held up his hand when Marinette's mouth opened to argue. He turned to Adrien. "Dad, if you want to pull the car around or call a car service down to the front doors, now is the time to do it."
"They're already down there and waiting." Adrien replied to the doctor. They had chosen to not purchase their own car, as that had the potential to tip off anyone monitoring Adrien's accounts. So far they had just transformed to travel anywhere in their small community that was further than walking. But Adrien had called a car service as soon as he knew Marinette would be released, and they had been downstairs waiting since then.
The doctor nodded and walked out of the room, presumably to fetch a nurse and the wheelchair. Marinette huffed and turned to Adrien, ready to complain, but the words died in her throat as she caught his intense gaze. "Do you know how much I love you, Mari?" His tone was serious, as if she ever had any question about him loving her. A laughable thought.
She intertwined her fingers with his that rested on her bump. "You know, the entire six months I was in Milan, I tried to convince myself that you didn't. That you had blocked my number because you were done with me. Done loving me. It hurt, but in a way I understood. So I left you alone. Alya tried to talk to me about it, tried to update me on your wellbeing, but eventually I told her to stop. It felt like a gaping hole had been ripped inside of me. One that was slowly consuming me. It was only a matter of time before I came back. I think somewhere in my subconscious I had already decided I was coming back. And then Alya surprised me and…." She took a deep breath before continuing, "I realized after that that you had never stopped loving me, you were just hurting. Hurting like I was. I made a mess of things, screwed everything up, and yet you still loved me. I don't deserve your love, Adrien, but I'm a selfish creature by nature. So I'll accept whatever part of you that you want to give me, and I'll be forever grateful for it." Her eyes shone with unshed tears, but her gaze never left his.
His smile was gentle as he once again raised a hand to cradle her face. "Bugaboo, you've had all of me since we were kids. I- I have some things to tell you about what happened while you were in Milan," he dropped his gaze, focusing on her bump before continuing. A shiver of foreboding raced down her spine. "But let's get you home first. You're fine, I'm fine, and our kitten is fine. It's a time to celebrate, not dwell on the past." His eyes still had a shadow in them, but she brushed it off for the moment. He would tell her when he was ready, not that it would change her feelings towards him. Whatever dark thing he was going to tell her, it wasn't like she had much room to talk.
A nurse walked in the door, pulling a wheelchair into the room. She smiled at them before telling Marinette to get settled in the chair. They glanced around the room one last time, making sure nothing was left behind, and then they were leaving the room behind. Marinette got lost in the maze of hallways and doors. Suddenly they were in a hallway that had elevators lining either side of the walls. The nurse pressed the button and they waited for it to arrive. A few minutes later, they were walking outside into the weak late afternoon sunlight. The sky already had streaks of orange and pink in it as the sun set, and Marinette couldn't help but think that it was the most beautiful thing she had seen. Her fiancé strode up to the sleek black car waiting along the curb speaking with the driver a moment before opening the back door and coming back to help Marinette get up. Well, maybe the second most beautiful, she thought to herself as Adrien took her hand and she stood up. Even though Tikki had helped her healing along, limiting the scars from Luka's sadistic attacks, she still felt weak and exhausted. Being bedridden for a week had already weakened her muscles. She yet again wondered if Tikki would still let her transform.
After Adrien helped her into the car and waved the nurse away, he went around and got into the car. She leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder. He pressed a soft kiss into her hair. A comfortable silence enveloped them, and Marinette dozed off. She woke as Adrien was wrapping his arms around her to lift her out and carry her bridal style to the door.
"Put me down, Adrien. I can walk just fine."
Adrien made a noise of protest but complied, setting her feet gently on the ground before taking her hand and tugging her towards the door. He smirked down at her as he pushed the front door open. She only had a moment to wonder at it, and then Alya and Nino were jumping out of the kitchen doorway yelling "Welcome Home!" She felt Adrien wrap his arms around her waist from behind her. He bent down and whispered into her ear, "Welcome home, Bugaboo."
With a laugh she turned in his arms, looking up at the ridiculous man that was the love of her life. She kissed him briefly, a promise of more later in her eye, before turning back around and laughing at her two best friends as she went forward and greeted them. They had laid a spread of food on the kitchen table. Adrien's favorite, pain au chocolat, occupied a fair share of table space, while some of Mari's favorites from her parent's bakery occupied the other side. A selection of pastries and a cheese board occupied the rest. Mari whooped and grabbed a plate. The others laughed as she stacked her plate as high as she could. She looked at them laughing with wide eyes. "What?! None of you have had to live off of hospital food for a week! Don't judge me!" Glaring at them for a beat before joining in their laughter. It was good to be home.
Everyone enjoyed the food and then retired to their spacious living room. Adrien's ridiculously large television occupied one of the walls, a low entertainment center built in underneath it. He set up the controllers for an Ultimate Mecha Strike III tournament and they spent the rest of the evening being pummelled by Marinette until she was banned from playing. She pouted for a bit and then spent the rest of the time alternating between distracting Adrien and yelling tips at him. All in all, it was the most relaxing evening they'd had since she returned to Paris. She was almost scared for it to end, terrified that once it did, all the bad would come rushing back. Tikki and Plagg had remained hidden the entire evening, since Alya and Nino had still didn't know about Ladybug and Chat Noir or the kwamis. Once all the hugs and goodbyes had happened, they finally flew out from the top shelf of a bookcase in Marinette's craft room that they had been hiding in. Plagg enjoyed his camembert while Marinette took a shower and Adrien made sure that Tikki was taken care of as well. They didn't have any freshly baked cookies for her since Marinette hadn't been home, but she made due with some cookies from the bakery. Adrien had tried to shower with Marinette, but she had told him in no uncertain terms that she'd had enough people 'helping' her lately thank you very much before banishing him from the bathroom.
When she finally emerged, he was already set up in bed. His laptop was balanced in front of him as he wrote out notes and lesson plans for his next section of classes. His glasses had always been a turn on for Marinette and she knew that he was well aware of that fact, so she had planned a sneak attack of her own. She stood in the doorway between their bathroom and bedroom, just content to watch silently as he worked. When he finally looked over his glasses towards the doorway, he immediately closed the laptop and put it on the bedside nightstand. Marinette walked out in one of his t-shirts, her bump just big enough to show in the larger shirt, but the effect of it on Adrien was instantaneous.
He was about to take his glasses off when Marinette crawled across the bed and stopped him by pushing his glasses back up his nose by the middle of the frames. "Leave them, Kitty." She bit her bottom lip and he smirked at her. Adrien's heart beat loudly in his chest and he felt his cock flex in his black pajama pants that had neon green paw prints stitched into them. They were one of Marinette's creations that she had given him for one of his birthdays. She crawled onto his lap and straddled his thighs.
Adrien peered down at her baby bump and gently touched it. A warm smile crossed his lips and Marinette touched his chin, bringing his gaze up to her own. "Are you gonna stare at our kitten all night or are you gonna give your Lady some much needed attention?" She ran her hands along his muscular bare shoulders and he softly chuckled.
"Can't I do both? When I look at you I admire not only you, Marinette, but the fact that you are taking care of our kitten. You're amazing, Marinette." Adrien brushed his lips against hers and ran his thumb along her stomach. Marinette grabbed his hands and slid them up her stomach to her breasts and he softly moaned as he lightly palmed them. She gasped and bit her lip as he ran his thumbs over her peaked nipples through the soft fabric.
Marinette softly moaned and rocked her hips against him. He let out a groan and trailed kisses down her neck, to her collar bone, to her breasts, and down to her stomach. He followed his lips with his fingertips and worshiped her rounded baby bump in chaste kisses. Marinette wanted more. She had been waiting a long time and she didn't want to go slow. "Kitty?" Marinette sighed and ran her fingers through his soft hair.
He peered up over his glasses to look at her. "Hm?" Adrien looked back down and placed a few more loving kisses onto her stomach. He admired the fact that she was growing their kitten inside of her. How much it took for her to keep that baby safe. Admired what she had gone through while taking care of their kitten. Plus, seeing her in one of his shirts drove him wild. He stopped pressing kisses to her rounded bump and looked up at her, drawing small circles along her stomach with his fingertips.
"I'm glad that you're admiring me and the kitten but… I need you to go faster." Marinette watched his expression change from loving and supportive to dangerous and sultry. She gasped as his hair fell into his face and a flush came to his cheeks. How his eyes grew heavy and a soft smirk formed on his lips.
"You want me to go faster?" Adrien suddenly slid his hand around to the small of her back and yanked her closer to him. He ran his hand along her cheek and around to the back of her head. She gasped as he crashed his lips against hers in a hungry kiss that left her wanting more. She parted her lips in a soft moan and he plunged his tongue into her mouth. She moaned louder and ran her tongue along his, tangling her fingers into his soft golden hair.
Adrien moaned and picked her up. He laid her down onto the bed and kneeled between her legs. She sat up slightly and pulled him closer by the waistband of his pajama pants. He smirked at her and she slowly slid them down his hips. She placed kisses along his shoulders and chest as she set his aching cock free from the confines of his pants. Adrien groaned as her fingers wrapped around the length of him. He caught himself with his palm on the headboard and he panted, as she sped up her hand. She licked along his bottom lip and flicked the top one. Adrien groaned and rocked his hips for her. Marinette pulled his face closer and pressed her lips against his in an intoxicating kiss. She couldn't get enough of him, couldn't get close enough to him. Nothing she or he did felt like enough for her.
Adrien slid his hands up her thighs, inching her shirt up higher until it was around her hips. He bent down and she leaned back against the headboard. "What do you want me to do, m'Lady?" He peered up at her over his black frames with a dangerous smile and smoldering emerald eyes.
Marinette could barely string words together. His glowing eyes through his messy blonde hair were striking and she couldn't get enough of it. A major part of her wanted to take a photo of him like this for the sole purpose of having it to fantasize about later. She chose instead to tangle her fingers into his hair and push him to where she needed him most. Her scent filled his senses and he got lost in it. She smelled sweet and heady and all he wanted to do was savor her. He brushed the tip of his nose along her wet folds through her lace boyshort panties. Marinette softly moaned and watched him brush his lips against her pussy, before he wrapped them around her clit through the thin fabric. She cried out and rolled her hips. He softly chuckled and pulled away from her sex.
"You have to tell Papa Chat what you want, Bugaboo." Adrien teased her by running his finger along the edge of her panties and she whimpered. She wanted to tell him. She really did, but she couldn't get the words out with him doing what he was. "Come on, baby. Talk to me." He flicked her swollen clit through her panties with the tip of his warm tongue and she shivered.
Marinette suddenly grabbed his biceps and pulled. He crawled up her body and she brought her lips mere inches from his. "You expect me to talk with you doing what you're doing?" She panted the words out and her cheeks inflamed.
Adrien smirked at her and slid his fingers between her thighs, along her wet slit. "No, I expect you to sing for me." He circled her clit and right on cue she gripped his biceps and cried out. Her legs trembled and clamped around his forearm as she came hard. He ran his tongue along hers in a heated kiss and she dug her nails into his skin, as he kept her orgasm going with his fingers. "Just like that, baby." Marinette watched him with bedroom eyes as she kept shuddering and whimpering.
Adrien watched her and his cock twitched, begging for release and for her touch. Marinette pushed him back onto his heels and she got on her hands and knees. He watched her with curious eyes as she wrapped her hand around his hard cock. Adrien bit his bottom lip and tangled one of his hands in her hair, while the other supported him. She flicked the drop of precum from the tip of his cock with the tip of her tongue and he moaned, cocking his head to the side with smoldering emerald eyes that glowed. He gasped as she wrapped her lips around his swollen head and slowly took more of him into her warm mouth. She ran her tongue along him, while she bobbed her head up and down. He purred and watched her with heavily lidded eyes. "Shit…" Adrien softly cursed beneath his breath as he parted his lips and watched her with admiration.
Marinette soon wrapped her fingers around his cock again, moving her lips and hand in tandem. Adrien groaned and gently nudged her shoulder. "You keep doing that and I won't make it. It's been too long since I had you last..." Adrien bit out his words as he felt all of his muscles tense beneath his skin. She let go of him with a wet pop and kept her hand moving along him. She rolled her thumb along the head of his cock and he bit his bottom lip and moaned. "Get on your hands and knees."
Her eyes widened and she let his words saturate her thoughts. "What?" She squeaked and he smirked at her with a devilish expression that only spoke of trouble. She couldn't get enough of his expression through his glasses that were now falling down the bridge of his nose, causing him to look even more sexy than before.
"You heard me." He leaned into her and she fell back, catching herself on her palms. "On your hands and knees, Purrincess." Adrien searched her bluebell eyes and she suddenly sat up again. He backed up, giving her room to turn around. She got onto her hands and knees and he ran his hands along her hips, sliding her shirt up her spine and over her head. The shirt wrapped around her wrists and bound them together. "Now, don't remove that shirt. Keep it there and don't move your hands."
Marinette softly mewled and pressed her ass against his arousal. Adrien groaned and met her movement with his own. He slid his hand up her spine and she bit her bottom lip. She wanted him to touch her, to fill her, to whisper sweet nothings into her ear while he made her see stars.
"I'm going to have to get used to doing this from this angle in a few more months so I might as well start practicing now." Adrien smirked to himself and Marinette whimpered when his voice caressed her ear. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her thighs, exposing her wet sex to the cool air. Adrien pulled them from her legs and threw them off to the side. He laid on his back and pulled himself between her thighs. Adrien smirked and gripped her hips with his fingertips and pulled her pussy down to his lips. She cried out and moaned, rolling her hips against his mouth. Adrien wrapped his lips around her swollen clit and sucked, while he flicked her sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue. He ran his tongue along her slit and circled her clit with a flourish. Marinette bucked her hips and ground her pussy against him. He groaned and wrapped his lips around her swollen nub again and lavished it until she was screaming his name.
"ADRIEN!" Marinette cried out and clenched his pillow in her fisted hands.
"God, I love when you say my name loud enough for all of the neighbors to hear." He gave her clit one last kiss, before he slid out from under her.
She whimpered and clenched her fists, as he suddenly gripped her hips and yanked her up more onto her knees. He grabbed his throbbing cock in one hand and ran his hand along it. Adrien panted and whined before he lined his cock up with her tight entrance. "Ready, Bugaboo?"
Marinette peered over her shoulder and replied in a voice filled with hunger. "Fuck me, Chaton." She couldn't take it anymore. All she wanted was him inside of her, filling her, taking her with reckless abandon. She wanted to forget everything that had happened. She wanted to only think of him and no one else.
"With pleasure, M'Lady." Adrien moaned at the way she commanded him like it was an order and he entered her. She moaned as he filled her slowly, pushing the tip of his cock inside of her tight pussy. Her walls clenched around him as he slowly slid further into her. She moaned and rolled her hips, causing him to slowly sink into her further with each thrust. "Ah, Marinette…." He gripped her hips as he entered her all of the way. Her walls throbbed, milking him with each of his movements. She clutched the pillows in her fingers and cried out into the pillows as he sped up his pace. He crashed into her over and over again, making her moan and scream. Adrien suddenly changed his angle slightly and his cock ran along the bundle of nerves that had swelled up and she gasped. He kept his movements slow, as he reached around her hip and ran his index finger up and down on her swollen clit with his movements. She felt her toes curl and her breath catch as her body tensed up. Her legs trembled and her cheeks flushed. He softly moaned from behind her and picked up the pace, causing her to fall over the edge, screaming in bliss.
"ADRIEN!" Marinette cried out against the expensive pillows and she bit down on one hard as she rode out her orgasm. He once again gripped her hips and pumped into her harder and faster. She gasped and panted, as she continued to moan. He panted and felt pressure building at the base of his spine.
"Marinette… sweetheart.. I- I'm gonna…" Adrien swallowed hard and parted his lips in a pant. He was so close and he didn't know if he could hold on much longer. She felt amazing, warm, wet, and alluring. Her walls tugged on him and he felt himself swell to the point of no return. He was so close and tried to hold back a little longer, to extend their experience a little longer, but it was becoming impossible for him.
Marinette peered over her shoulder at him through her messy dark bangs with rosy cheeks and sparkling blue eyes. "Cum for me, Chaton." Her words broke his resolve and he came hard, digging his nails into her hips. She cried out and came at the same time, rocking against him. She rode out her orgasm with him and he pulled out when she stopped moving. Marinette laid on her side and he laid down beside her, his elbow digging into the fabric so that his head was propped up in his hand.
Adrien ran his fingers through her hair and pulled the comforter over them. Even though he finally felt like he was home now that her warm body once again joined his in their bed, he couldn't stop the anxiety gnawing at his insides. His heart hurt as he looked down at the love of his life, who was smiling up at him with the rosy afterglow of their lovemaking still evident in her cheeks. There was still something he hadn't told her yet. Something that had happened after she left for Milan. Something he was horrified that he had let happen. Something that he wasn't sure she would forgive him for. His heart sank and his breathing picked up. Marinette noticed a change in him as he quickly pulled her to him and buried his face in her neck. "What's wrong, Adrien?" Marinette ran her fingers along his spine and he began to cry. All of his emotions poured out of him in great gasping sobs and she became worried. "Hey… Chaton?" She gently pushed him away and touched his chin, bring his gaze up to meet hers. "What's wrong? You know you can tell me anything."
Adrien shook his head and let the tears flow down his cheeks. His breathing ragged, he gasped out, "If I told you… you'd leave me. I'm so scared you'll leave me. Please don't leave me." He begged her and she became more worried than before.
"What are you talking about?" Marinette searched his swollen red eyes and he took a shaky breath. He was scared that she would hate him. That she would tell him to go. That she would never want to see him again. That she would take his kitten and disappear forever.
"I- I fucked up. I made a big mistake and I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry. I-" Adrien's bottom lip trembled as he gazed past a concerned Marinette and into the upholstered headboard with a broken expression. He got lost in the memory of when he had done something terribly wrong. Something that he wished he hadn't done. Something he wasn't proud of. Something that made him unclean and unlike the perfect angel she had seen him as. Something that made him feel tainted and made his stomach churn. The bedroom faded into the backstage of one of his father's fashion shows as he began to speak to Marinette in broken, gasping, sentences.
Adrien was sitting at his prep station, the bright lights surrounding the mirror nearly blinding as Veronica touched up his makeup for what seemed like the hundredth time. He only had to make one more appearance on the runway and then he would be free to leave. Free to be alone to drown in the bottomless pit that was his regret. Regret for letting Marinette leave on such awful terms, regret for blocking her number so that she couldn't get ahold of him, regret for still allowing his father to dictate his life, regret after regret after regret. He just wanted to drown out the thoughts, and he was contemplating ways to do that when a shrill cry cut through his wallowing. Looking into the mirrors reflection, he saw a blonde streak making a mad dash for his station.
"Oh my god- Adrikins?!"
Adrien internally sighed. Of all the people in the world he did not want to see, Chloe Bourgeois was somewhere near the top. He put on his model smile and waved to her reflection. She hadn't changed much since their school days together. Her hair was styled differently than her normal high ponytail, probably specifically for this fashion show. It was styled into an elegant sideswept chignon, showcasing the diamonds that dripped from her ears. She wore a sparkling silver dress with strappy silver heels. Despite the attempt at outer beauty, Adrien still only saw the inner ugliness she wore like a cloak. He had lost touch with her once they had graduated from school and he couldn't say that he was upset about it.
"Hey, Chlo." Adrien was due onstage in two minutes, so he knew their conversation would have to be short.
"Adrikins, I haven't talked to you in so long," she pouted at his reflection, "Marinette stole you away from me." He knew he hadn't been able to control the pain at hearing Marinette's name, if Chloe's smile was anything to go by. It was all teeth, as if someone had just told her there was a package of diamonds in the middle of a horde of people. People she wouldn't have any qualms about mowing down to get to her prize.
"Monsieur Agreste, you're on in 30 seconds." a stagehand with a headset stopped next to his chair.
"Sorry, Chloe. Duty calls and all that." He turned, intending on making his way to where the stagehand was frantically gesturing to him, before a hand on his bicep stopped him. He looked down at it and then into Chloe's eyes. He raised an eyebrow, surprised at her forwardness.
"Let's get together after the show. I know a high end lounge that would be perfect for us to catch up in comfort." Chloe didn't remove her hand and kept her eye contact with him.
"Okay." He shrugged her hand off with a resigned sigh. He had no doubt that she had intentionally planned to ask him when he didn't have any time to come up with an excuse. He rushed over to the curtain, barely making it out in time. He totally missed the smirk that crossed Chloe's face. He took a deep breath before stepping out into the crowds eyesight.
Once he was done, he changed back into the silky white button down shirt and black slacks that he had worn to the event. He slipped on his black socks and black dress shoes before standing back up. Right on cue, Chloe was cutting through the throng of personnel, headed in his direction. He had hoped to sneak away before she returned to the backstage area, but it seemed like luck was just never in his favor.
"Adrikins! Ready to go?" Chloe wrapped her arms around his bicep with a simpering smile. His patience was already dangerously low, and an evening with Chloe was sure to test the limits of his pleasantness.
"Chlo, no offense, but I really don't feel like going out-" Adrien's eyebrows shot up as she placed a finger against his lips.
"No arguments, Adrikins. You told me before that you would go out with me."
"That is not even close to what I said-" Adrien once again tried to gain control of the conversation, only to be cut off once again. Already, his irritation was reaching dangerous levels.
"Details, details." She waved his denial away with a hand while she steered him to the door. "I just want to catch up. It's not like I'm trying to get in your pants or anything. I don't bite, Adrien."
Adrien didn't believe a damn word out of her mouth, but he was also tired of fighting her. He was just tired in general. Nino had been pestering him to go out and try to move on, that nothing good would come of dwelling on the past. Like it was just that easy to move on. He highly doubted that Nino was thinking of him moving on with Chloe at the time, but it is what it is. With another sigh he finally consented. Maybe he should let his guard down for once. Maybe it was time to give her a chance? Just a one time thing. Surely that was fine, right? Just one night to try and numb the pain. One night to forget that she had even broken his heart in the first place. Or maybe this was divine providence, Chloe coming to him. Maybe this was a sign to move on and let go of the past completely.
The ride to les Aile du Obscurite, the lounge which Chloe had spoken of was filled with her mindless chattering. How her fragrance business was doing, how much money she was bringing in, how high up in society she was now that she had cut ties to her father after his downfall. Basically, it was her preening. Adrien tried to tune it out and just nod or reply when he was prompted to. Once they arrived and the car door was opened, she stepped out with all the pomp she could muster. He couldn't wait to get inside and get a drink in his hand, otherwise he was bound to snap.
She walked up to the guard, hanging off of Adrien's arm like they had been together for years.
"Good evening Mlle Bourgeois. And guest…?" The guard cast a curious look in Adrien's direction before his eyes widened. "My apologies M. Agreste, I didn't immediately recognize you. Please, enjoy your evening." And with that, they were in and heading towards the bar.
"Adrikins, what do you feel like drinking tonight?" Chloe tapped her finger on the bar and the barman snapped to attention from where he was cleaning glasses.
"I would like a shot of your strongest Absinthe." The barman peered at him for a moment before Chloe snapped her fingers at him.
"You heard the man, make his drink. Now!" In typical Chloe style, she took charge of the transaction, also ordering a Soixante Quinze for herself. Adrien rolled his eyes. At least it worked in his favor this once. After they had their drinks in their hands, Chloe led Adrien over to her favorite corner of the lounge, a deeply recessed circular booth that had plush maroon leather seating and a light gray marble tabletop. It had half walls on either side of it, giving it a sense of privacy the other spots around the lounge did not have. "This over here is my favorite spot, Adrikins." Adrien couldn't possibly see Chloe coming with someone else, let alone a group of people that would necessitate this big of a booth. Then again, Chloe had always thought she was the most important person in any room she was in, so maybe it did make sense to him. They slid into it, Chloe still uncomfortably close to him as they settled.
She launched into the story of her father's downfall and his falling out with her, only stopping when Adrien flagged down a waiter to order yet another shot. Once the man left, she picked right back up where she had left off. His mind was still working, still thinking of Marinette's smile and how she always laughed at his lame cat puns. How she bit her lip when she was particularly turned on by something he was doing. He couldn't handle it anymore. Without paying any attention to what Chloe was saying, he said, "Chloe, why haven't I ever heard of you having a boyfriend? Or having any interest in anyone?" He should've been a little more tactful about asking, but he couldn't be bothered to care. It was just Chloe after all.
"Because relationships are for insecure fools who aren't happy with themselves. Plus," she wrapped an arm behind his head and started to play with his hair, "what if I was waiting for you all this time?" Her other hand started to slowly snake up his thigh, almost reaching the apex of his legs when-
"Sir, your drink. Anything for you, Mlle Bourgeois?" The waiter sat Adrien's shot in front of him and looked at Chloe's empty glass.
"No, I just need for you to get lost!" The waiter looked bewildered for a moment before retreating. Chloe turned back to Adrien, who had already downed his shot. "Where were we?"
Adrien was getting lightheaded, but he managed to respond. "Well, you were about to grope my dick and I was about to slap your hand away." He had succeeded in doing what he had set out to do: force his thoughts to cease. If only they hadn't taken away his eyesight too….
Chloe gave him an appraising look before plastering a fake caring smile on her face. "I think you've had a little too much alcohol, Adrien. Those were strong shots, after all. Why don't we head back to my apartment and I'll get you some coffee. Maybe some pain au chocolat to soak up some of the liquor before you go home as well?" She pulled her phone out and texted her driver.
"I'm fine, Chlo. I don't need to be babysat. I'm just going to head home." Adrien tried to get out of the booth, nearly falling flat doing so.
Chloe slid out from the other side and put on her most caring impression as she grabbed his arm and helped right him. "Of course you're fine, honey. Is it alright if my driver drops you off? I don't want you wandering the streets alone. Never know what kind of predators are out there waiting." Chloe allowed herself a smug smile. Or that were right next to him, not that he knew that.
"I suppose that would be okay. Since he drove, I'm not entirely sure I know where I am in relation to my apartment anyways." He was faintly impressed with himself that he had managed to string that sentence together so eloquently.
Chloe helped him across the lounge and out into the cold night air. Her driver pulled up a moment later and helped her get Adrien into the car. As he shut Adrien's door and walked around to the other side of the car to open Chloe's, she hissed at him, "He's going to give you his address because he wants to go home, but under no circumstances are you to go anywhere other than back to my apartment. Got it?" Her driver only nodded as he opened the door. Chloe made sure to sit as close to Adrien as she could in the confined space of the car as he gave the driver his address in halting words. She carded her hands through his hair as he stared dully in front of him until his eyes slid shut.
"That feels… Mmmm… That feels good, Mari." Adrien didn't seem to notice his slip up, but Chloe sure as hell caught it. Her nimble mind worked until they arrived at her apartment building. "Heyyy… This isn't my building. Youu tricked meee…" The liquor was definitely starting to affect him, but he couldn't seem to remember why he should care. He giggled as she smiled at him and started to steer him towards the elevators.
He didn't remember much else until they were sitting in her apartment. He was on a white leather sofa that reminded him of the one that used to be in his room growing up. His head laid across the back of the cushion. He lifted his head to find Chloe at a phone ordering them coffee and his pain au chocolat. As she hung up the phone, his head started to swim and his stomach started to lurch. He stood up and managed to get out, "Bathroom?" before running in the direction she pointed. He didn't bother to try and find the light switch but the light turned on anyways and he located the toilet and ran to it, just in time to expel what little he had ate that day. He took a moment to make sure he wouldn't need to vomit again before going over and washing his hands. He rooted around in the cabinet below the sink until he found a new toothbrush still in the box and some toothpaste. He brushed his teeth and slapped some cold water on his face. His vision was still blurry, but he was feeling slightly better.
He emerged from the bathroom and walked down the short hallway that led back to her living room. A small kitchen occupied one corner of the room by the front door. Across the living room and next to a wall full of windows showing the nighttime Paris skyline, was a fireplace. The couch faced towards the front door, the wall of windows framed behind it. An oversized white armchair faced the fireplace, and Chloe was currently occupying it. She gestured to the low black coffee table and he saw the coffee and food that must've arrived while he was in the bathroom. He belatedly realized that the only other door in that hallway probably led to her bedroom.
He sunk back down on the couch and fixed his cup of coffee the way he liked it. He gingerly picked up the hot oversized mug and took a sip. He closed his eyes as the warm liquid slid down his throat. After managing another drink, he sat it down and picked up one of the chocolate croissants and bit into it. He already felt better, sitting there enjoying his favorite treat. He looked at Chloe, who had been surprisingly quiet since his return from the bathroom. "What?"
She smiled and shook her head before replying, "I'm going to get out of this dress. Make yourself at home, Adrien." She sat her mug down and stood up, picking up her heels from their spot on the floor before starting down the hallway.
Adrien sat in the dimly lit room by himself, wondering how he had sunk so low as to end up at Chloe's apartment. He shook his head, rubbing his eyes hard. His vision was still blurred and he didn't understand why- Oh. His glasses. He had planned on being back home before nightfall so he hadn't brought them to the ridiculous showcase his father had insisted he needed him at last minute. Adrien knew it was only a ploy to get him back into fashion, anything to keep him from wallowing over… Nope. Not going to think about her.
The alcohol still running through his system probably wasn't helping his vision problems any, but until he could get home he just had to make the best of it. His head was still spinning if he moved too quickly as well. He started to fall asleep in the comfortable atmosphere of Chloe's living room. He closed his eyes for what he thought to be a brief moment, opening them again to see a blurry figure standing in the entrance to the hallway. He rubbed his eyes and that just seemed to make things worse. He trained his eyes on the figure leaning against the doorway to the hall, thinking he must either still be dreaming or seeing things. His cock perked up a little bit as he took in the figure that looked so much like Marinette. Her pigtails caught the low light and a light shimmer of blue sparked within her dark locks. She was wearing an outfit she used to wear a lot in their school days, a white shirt with a black overshirt and pink capris. The white shirt had a pattern of flowers flowing along one side of it.
Adrien's eyes widened as Marinette curled her finger in a 'come hither' motion. His head spun with how fast he stood up, but he ignored it in his haste to get to Marinette. She turned into the bedroom, where candles burned all over various surfaces in the room. Through the dim lighting from the dozen or so candles scattered all across the dark room, he could see that a huge four post bed occupied the middle of the space. At the foot of the bed was a low bench. A vanity sat immediately across from the foot of the bed. The only other furniture in the room that he could see was a small table with a lush high back white chair that sat in another corner of the room and a television mounted on to the wall. Marinette materialized out of the shadows and took his hand, leading him towards the corner with the chair. She grabbed it and pulled it more into the open place of her bedroom. Adrien couldn't quite recall Marinette ever telling him that she had moved, or had decided to live in such a fancy part of town, but who was he to judge where she wanted to live?
She lightly pushed him into the chair as his eyes greedily drank her in for the first time in two months. She still hadn't spoken a word, but Adrien found that he didn't mind. She stood behind him and pushed her hands off of his shoulders towards the top most button on his shirt. As she pressed kisses along the curve of his neck, her fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt until she couldn't reach anymore. She walked in front of him and knelt down to get the last couple buttons undone. She arched her back as she stood back up, pushing out her breasts to where they brushed his thighs. She pushed his shirt down and off of him, letting the material pool next to the chair. Once he was shirtless, she leaned forward once more making sure he was totally distracted by her breasts so that she could swing a leg around his thigh and straddle him. His hands automatically went up to grasp her, one on her lower back and the other cupping her ass.
Adrien's head was spinning. His heart was trying to warn him that something wasn't right here, that Marinette couldn't be this close and him not pick up on her scent of flour and bakery sweets. The smell that was uniquely hers. That the reason he was even here in the first place was because Marinette had left him. But his eyes had seen Marinette, hadn't they? In the darkness of the bedroom, he couldn't even look up to confirm before her lips were on his. He gasped at the sudden contact, and she slipped her tongue in. His cock twitched again as they battled for dominance, Adrien finally giving in and breaking away to catch his breath. He spread his legs a little more to balance her weight better so that he could run his hands up her sides, bunching her shirt as he went. He vaguely noticed that what he thought was an overshirt was actually just black sleeves on a white shirt. The flower design was also different than the one that Marinette used to wear as well. He mentally shook himself, wanting so badly to touch her again that he banished all rational thought. Once he reached her shoulders, he was preparing to tug it up over her head before she suddenly crossed her arms and pulled it the rest of the way off, giving him a front row seat to her full breasts. Once her shirt had been tossed aside, she arched her back as she pulled his head forward so that he captured one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it while his other hand was busy kneading the other one. He lightly grazed his teeth along the pebbled flesh and earned a low moan from the woman straddling him. She ground down on the hardness nestled inside his black slacks, causing him to moan. She brought her face back down to his for a searing kiss, a frantic clash of teeth and tongues, as if she was afraid he would disappear. She stood up and pulled at his belt buckle and he took the hint and quickly took care of it. She stood up and turned around before undoing her own pants, treating him to a close view of her ass as it was revealed. Another alarm flashed as he realized she was wearing a thong. Marinette had always said she hated the feel of thongs.
She looked over her shoulder at him, as if she could hear his thoughts churning in his mind. Once she stepped out of her pants and thong, she turned around and tugged on Adrien's hand, beckoning him to rise. He followed her over to the spacious bed.
"Your pants are going to have to go, Adrien." Her voice was low and sultry and he couldn't deny his excitement at her order. He undid his button and slid them down his legs, stepping out of the material before kicking it over to the pool of his clothes near the chair. Her hand came up and she pushed him backwards so that he fell onto the bed. He moved to the middle of the bed as she climbed over him, both of them groaning as her wet pussy accidentally slid against his hard cock. But she kept moving upwards, only stopping once her pussy was directly above Adrien's mouth. Her scent was still wrong, but he didn't have time to contemplate it before Marinette said, "Now, I'm going to sit on your face and you're going to be a good boy and help me get off. Start now."
A shiver of foreboding went through Adrien as his tongue darted out to taste her. Even her taste had changed since he last remembered. He reasoned that it could be the alcohol making him think it had changed. He slid his tongue up her slit, briefly dipping it into her and causing her to moan loudly above him before finding her clit and pulling it into his mouth. He swirled his tongue, alternating between flicking her swollen nub and sucking it. The moans she made were indecent and they spurred him on. He managed to work one of his hands under her to slide a finger into her wet pussy. She growled at the addition, grinding down hard as she rode his finger while he continued to flick his tongue against her clit. He pulled his finger out and started to rub circles around her swollen bundle of nerves. In between moans, she managed to gasp out, "I'm going to cum and you'll lick up every last drop!" and then she was moaning his name as she fell over the edge. Adrien lapped at her until she stopped shuddering. His head was becoming a little clearer and he was starting to notice the inconsistencies between this lovemaking and his previous experiences he was used to having with Marinette. Marinette had always made his pleasure her priority and she had never commanded him in the tone that she was using now. His eyes strained to see her face in the darkness, but it seemed like something was always in the way of him being able to fully view her face.
She slid back down him on shaky legs, and he figured now would be the only chance he got at this rate. "Mari?" It was just one word, just a small question that could be easily answered. But it seemed like Marinette wasn't able to hear him as she gave no response whatsoever. He gasped as he felt a hand with long nails wrap around his cock, the nails scratching his skin and causing him to jump. Instead of starting to pump, the fingers wrapped around his cock were replaced with Marinette's wet pussy as she sank down onto his shaft with no warning.
He was unable to control the moan that escaped him at the feeling of her walls wrapping around his cock. Something still felt off, but what little reason he possessed was quickly deserting Adrien as she lifted back up again, almost causing his shaft to fall out. She slammed back onto him with another loud moan but Adrien only felt pain. A sharp strike to his heart as his body battled his mind. Pain like something about this experience was very, very wrong. Marinette had never rolled her hips like that when they had sex before, she had never rode him the way she was currently doing, hell, even the way she was shouting his name seemed wrong. Unfortunately, his body was a great deal less picky about who he was having sex with and he could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine as she continued to ride his cock.
"Ah.. AH.. Adrikins, I'm going to cum again. Cum with me… inside me. I need… All.. of.. You. Adrikins! Ahhhh-" Just as he was about to fall over the edge and join her, Chloe's nickname for him finally registered through his alcohol induced fog and he shoved her off of his cock just in time for the pressure in his spine to release. He shuddered at how close he had been to spilling inside of her with no protection whatsoever. He went to stand up from the bed, determined to not look in Chloe's direction, but one of her hands reached out and grabbed his arm. "Where are you going? Why didn't you listen to me and release inside me like I said? Don't you love me, Adrien?" He could hear the pout in Chloe's tone and so he turned his head to look at her cooly. He had no idea how he had been fooled with such a poor imitation of the love of his life. He pulled his arm from her grasp.
"I love MARINETTE. Not some wannabe that has to pretend to be someone else to get someone to sleep with them. I don't know what you're playing at, but I don't want to ever see your face again, Chloe Bourgeois." His low tone was nearly a growl as he stood from the bed and grabbed his clothes before heading into the bathroom to clean himself up and get dressed. When he emerged, he could see Chloe once again in the overstuffed armchair, all pretenses dropped. She had taken off the wig and was dressed in a silky robe.
She sneered at him, mocking him. "Leaving so soon? Sure you don't want to wait around for an encore? It seems you're desperate enough to. I hope you have to tell her what we did one day. That you were a willing participant and how much your body enjoyed it. And I hope she hates you for it."
He merely walked out the door without looking back.
Adrien couldn't look at Marinette after he finished. A heavy silence blanketed the room, and Adrien felt the weight of it pressing down on him like a physical thing as it drug on and on. He could still feel Marinette in front of him, so he at least knew she hadn't abandoned him yet. But he couldn't help but feel like he was on borrowed time. That the next moment she would tell him to get out. That she would get up and leave. That she'd-
His head snapped up as he felt Marinette start to tremble. She had her head down, one hand covering her mouth. His heart sank as he realized that he had made her cry. Here she was, fresh out of the hospital after her whole ordeal with Luka, pregnant and exhausted, and he just had to bring up the past again. Remind her that she had left him. It seemed like the past was going to haunt them no matter how much they fought for happiness.
And then she threw her head back and laughed. Great peals of laughter that caused the bed to shake before she managed to contain herself. Adrien was totally dumbfounded. What the hell was there to laugh about? His jaw dropped, mind totally blank. He couldn't connect the story he just told to anything that was remotely amusing. Just when he was about to ask her what was so funny, she suddenly leaned forward and put a finger underneath his chin. She pushed until his mouth was closed, and then pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.
"We really are a pair of idiots, aren't we?" Her voice was quiet after the loud laughter, but he could still detect the edge of laughter in her tone. When he remained silent, she sighed and explained further. "Chaton, I know you are probably sitting there worrying about me leaving. I'm not. I fought too damn hard to return to your side to leave you now. I know you don't believe it's my fault-" he tried to interrupt only to find her finger against his lips. "Stop. It is. And I've accepted that. You never would've been in that position if I hadn't have left. But, I don't think we would've ever appreciated each other half as much as we do now if we didn't make the mistakes we made along the way. I'm sorry that Chloe played you that way. I'm certain it was on purpose and that it happened exactly the way she wanted it to. You aren't to blame for being a pawn in her games. She's wanted you for years,"she slid her hand up to cup his face as she looked him in the eye, "and when I stepped out of your life, she saw it as her opportunity to pounce. And she took it. I don't blame you for trying to close the gaping hole, because I did the same thing. So, now that we have both gotten the past out of our systems, lets do each other a favor and leave it in the past. I love you, all of you, and that includes your mistakes and your faults and everything in between." She tried to let the truth of her words ring out in her tone to ease his fears, but she could still see that he was wallowing. She reached out for his hands, taking them and placing them on her rounded stomach. "Adrien Agreste, you listen to me right now. This baby will need his or her father to be strong, to accept responsibility for his actions in the past, and to be willing to look towards the future without regret. Can you do that?" Her tone was sharp, cutting through the fog of regret in Adrien's mind. He knew exactly what she was trying to do. Knew that she wasn't trying to be harsh or talk at him. She knew him so well that she had learned long ago how to combat how lost Adrien could get in his mind.
With a crooked smile, he put his index finger and middle finger next to his temple and saluted before saying, "Yes Ma'am!" He pulled her close, resting his forehead against hers as he said in a softer tone, "Thank you, Mari."
"Always, Chaton. I'm always going to be here for you. I'll never leave your side again, you can count on that. Let's get some sleep so we can start the journey for the one ring in the morning." She brushed her lips against his and he pulled her closer with a laugh before settling them down in the bed.
He pulled her back to his chest, draping his arm across her bump as he thought, I'll never let you go, my Lady. No matter what my father has planned.