The buzzing phone on the nightstand cut into Adrien's conciousness, evoking a groan. The first thing he became aware of was his splitting headache. Unable to think clearly around it, he wondered why he had it, and why he couldn't stay unconscious if this was the alternative. He was on his belly too, which was strange, he didn't normally wake up in that position. He tried to roll over, only to realize his feet were immobilized, and his penis was snugly wrapped in something warm that caused a jolt of pleasure to travel up his spine every time he moved. 'Was I kidnapped?' he wondered.

"Ugh," a light moan issued from somewhere near his face clued him in to the fact that what he was laying on was another person, and the peculiar sensations he'd been feeling in his crotch was the result of being balls deep in a female sex organ. He pushed himself up onto his hands to get a better look at the girl under him, the act simultaneously pulling his penis most of the way out of her vagina. The friction of his action summoned an incredible feeling that briefly overrode his headache, before the pain took over again. At a distance where he could then see her whole face, he identified Marinette moments before her eyes fluttered open, and she gave him the most startled look he had ever seen. "Adrien?!"

He remembered a little. They were near the end of their last year in school, and had just finished the last big test before college. To celebrate, their entire grade had rented a hall to hold a massive party. Now that most of them were eighteen and could legally buy alcohol, a bit too much of it was consumed due to the thrill of having access to the substance unregulated by their parents. Remembering that much, Adrien highly doubted his previous assumption that he could have been kidnapped. The alcohol had apparently decided for him that hooking up with one of his best friends was a great idea. That still didn't explain, though, why he couldn't move his feet.

He craned his neck around behind him and noted that his ankles were chained to the bedposts using some sort of padded bedroom bondage gear. A key, most likely to his restraints, lay on the sheets between his ankles. He tried to reach for it, but forgot he was supporting his weight on his hands, lost his balance, and fell, reimpaling Marinette on the full length of his penis. "Oof!" she grunted, as he collapsed on her with too much force.

"Sorry," he apologized, trying again to reach for the key at the foot of the bed. Again, he couldn't reach it. Wondering if Marinette could wriggle out from under him and retrieve the key, Adrien inspected her situation. Her wrists were shackled to the headboard by restraints similar to those on his ankles, the lower half of her body was pinned to the mattress by his, ahem, fleshy spike. She wasn't going anywhere any time soon either.

"Drunk us must have thought we were real cute, huh?" he asked her, making a half-hearted attempt to ease the tension.

"Well, we did a good job if we can't get out," Marinette admitted, "but why would we have wanted to trap ourselves like this? It doesn't make sense to me - not when I'm sober."

"My best guess is we must have been nervous, but for some reason determined to go through with it anyway? This plan seems like it was created so that we couldn't back out once we start. The key is right there, I could unlock both of us easily if I could just turn and get it, but I can't turn around far enough when I'm stuck inside of you, and I can't raise myself up far enough to pull out of you because of these chains. You know we're trapped when everything we would need to escape leads in a circle. The only other possibility is if I didn't have to pull straight out and I could somewhat bend my penis to get it out of you. We need to come up with something that turns me off."

Adrien closed his eyes and tried to think gross thoughts, but to his frustration, remembering why he needed to turn himself off only turned him on more. Was he a sick pervert, or were most people secretly into this kind of thing without admitting it?

"Maybe it would be easier for you to get soft if we satisfy you."

With his hangover still assaulting his mind, it took him a little while to get what she meant. "But if I have an orgasm now, all of it is going inside of you."

"Adrien," she looked him dead in the eyes. "I've felt the weirdest sloshing feeling inside of me since I first woke up. I'm pretty sure you already came in me last night."

"Oh," her words sent tingles down his spine. "So we're already screwed?"

"Possibly. If anything is going to happen, it's already happening. The difference between one and two in this case is negligible."

"All right, then." He began moving himself up and down, slowly at first, wanting to make sure he wasn't hurting Marinette while he used her body to pleasure himself. The sounds she made didn't sound like pain to him, so he picked up speed and got into his chore. "How are you so calm?" he asked her. "I've seen you turn into a nervous mess in the past, over things that didn't seem near as big of a deal."

"Probably because I don't have much choice in the matter. I can't move, all I can do is trust you to do what you have to and free both of us. I'll be panicking plenty once I decide what I have to do next, trust me."

"What do you remember from last night?" he asked her, hoping that something she had to say would jog his own memory. It would bother him for months if he never got the full story of how they ended up in bed together.

Marinette squinted, trying to see backward through her alcoholic fog. "I got there with Alya at 18:00. We had a little wine and visited with some of the other girls. Then when the dance floor opened up, several girls went to find their boyfriends. Alya stayed with me until another DJ took over from Nino, but then she left me to be with him. I asked if I could dance with them, but Alya told me that we could hang out any day, and she wanted me to talk to someone else for a change. She told me to go talk to you, so I did."

"Can you remember anything about the conversation we had?"

"I remember I decided I might as well have another drink before I went to talk to you - and that turned into a few. I was pretty out of it by the time I got over to you. You insisted on buying me another drink and we talked about..." Marinette's face formed an 'o' and her eyes went wide. "I told you my deepest secret. You don't remember it, do you?"

It came to Adrien just then, feeling more like a dream than an actual memory. He would have dismissed it if Marinette hadn't just indicated it was true. "You're Ladybug!"

"No!" Marinette had an impulse to cover her face, causing her to yank at her bindings. "Oh, I messed up hard. I was hoping you wouldn't remember! Not that I don't trust you with my secret, but no one is supposed to know. You could -"

"I know, I could be in danger, but I won't say a word. Don't worry, no one will have any idea I know." Elation roared through Adrien's veins. So this was why his feelings for his partner hadn't stopped him from banging Marinette. It had always been Marinette, Marinette was his. His chore became his privilege - cuming deep inside her to stake his claim. Knowing all of her, and knowing he was the only person who knew her that intimately sent him over the edge. He began to pulse inside of her. Pulling out wasn't a choice, but he could make a point of pulling out as far as his restraints would allow him. It would give his sperm farther to swim and less of a chance of impregnating her. Instead, he obeyed his instincts and slammed into her as far as he could go, noticing that she was obedient to their nature as well, raising her hips to plant him deeper inside of her than he could have managed on his own. They shared a moment of silence, appreciating the gravity of the act they were committing. It's load deposited inside her, his penis shrank and easily slipped out, where it had held so firm seconds before. Adrien made quick work of freeing himself, then, upon discovering that a different key would be needed for Marinette's cuffs, got up to search the hotel room for it.

"I didn't think I would lose my virginity like this," Marinette whispered. "I mean, I guess I actually lost it last night, but I don't remember it, so this is pretty much it. Either way, I didn't think it would be part of a one night stand. I assumed I wouldn't give it away until I was in a committed relationship; maybe wait until marriage."

"You did."

Marinette turned her head to see where Adrien was. He was still butt naked, reading something he'd found on a table off to the side of the room. "What do you mean?"

"This wasn't a one night stand. According to this paper, you did save yourself. Other people 'hook up' when they get drunk, we eloped."

Marinette's heart jumped. She just woke up one day and she was married to Adrien. It all seemed too easy. Would it last? "So now what? Do you want to divorce me?"

Adrien walked back over to the bed, smirking. "Let me think." He held up the key to her cuffs. "I was going to let you out, but that marriage certificate changes my perspective. If the beautiful, sweet, naked girl chained to the bed is my wife," he crawled back up onto the bed and straddled her legs, "why shouldn't I enjoy the situation a little more?"

Marinette's face contorted rapidly in surprise, fear, and excitement before setting on confusion. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Oh, putting the key in the keyhole, just like you want me to do. - Okay, I'm teasing you - at least about the keeping you locked to the bed part," he opened the cuffs as he spoke, "but maybe this could be a good thing. To answer your question seriously, I don't want to make a mockery of marriage. If we can just run out and end the marriage the next day, I'll never be able to see marriage as a serious commitment again. Even if this decision was made while blackout drunk, we should at least try to make it work. Who knows, this could be the best thing that's happened to us."

Marinette felt a warm content spread throughout her body. Adrien had considered embracing what they'd done, and was open to the idea that he might enjoy doing so. She sat up and kissed him passionately, she'd have to mess up hard to not spend her life with him now.

Adrien seemed surprised by her response, but kissed her back happily. He only pulled away when his phone rang. He climbed off of Marinette once again and sat on the edge of the bed. "Hello?... Yes, Père, I'm fine ... sorry ... I wasn't awake when she called ... I got drunk, I spent the night in a hotel ... uh, that's a good question, could you meet me at that café where you sometimes meet clients? ... Please, I'll explain everything to you there."

"He guessed that I spent the night with a girl, but I didn't confirm anything. I didn't think I should tell him over the phone that we got married. Why don't you have your parents meet us there too? It seems like it would be easier to break the news all at once." Finding their clothes on the floor, he threw Marinette hers and being getting dressed himself. "Hey, uh, are you planning on taking the morning after pill?"

Marinette bit her lip, toying with the idea. Conceiving Adrien's baby would likely influence him to stay with her, then again, their relationship suddenly seemed to stand a fairly good chance of surviving even without the additional incentive. "I hadn't thought of that, but I guess I should. I don't know if I can handle two major life changes at once. Better foil the plans of my drunk self."

"You think you had intentions of getting pregnant?"

"Not sure, I at least wasn't afraid of the prospect. Drunk or not, I think I would know better than to have unprotected sex if I was trying to avoid having a baby. Yes, I think it's best if I take the pill, but I think I read somewhere that it can be good for up to three days after sex, so we can go ahead and meet with our families, then I'll stop by the pharmacy later."

"I knew you were with a girl!" Gabriel accused as he saw Adrien approach, hand in hand with Marinette.

"I didn't deny it," Adrien countered. For several months, since Adrien had come of age, he'd begun testing some of the limits with his father. All Gabriel could do now was throw his son out of his house, and so far, he hadn't. Anticipating what else he might say, Adrien added, "I'm an adult now, I don't have to come home every night if I don't want to."

"You still have our family reputation to uphold. Being an adult means you should be more responsible, and know what's expected of you without me telling you."

Adrien grinned, thinking of a way he could get his father to be supportive of the new arrangement. "I don't think you'll be disappointed in me when you hear the full story. Marinette's parents should be here soon, I'll tell you when we're all at our table."

"What's going on sweetheart? You had us worried. First you weren't answering any of our calls, then you call and ask us to meet you here? What couldn't you tell us on the phone?"

"This is the sort of thing we have to tell you in person - together, and we couldn't decide who's family to tell first, so we decided to do this all at once. We -"

Adrien brushed his hand against Marinette's under the table, silently asking for a turn to speak. He had an idea how he could lead up to the news of their marriage in such a way that his father would be enthused. "Father, you know how skilled of a designer Marinette is..."

Gabriel nodded.

"...and you've been worried that as her brand grows in popularity, it could steal business away from the Agreste name."

Gabriel tensed. Marinette may be a friend in a casual setting, but professionally, she was the enemy. Gabriel would never show weakness to a professional rival, and would have thought Adrien would know not to say such a thing in front of Marinette.

"The threat is nullified, whatever Marinette accomplishes now, it will all still be in the family - we..." he stopped, unsure who should impart the big news. It would be fitting for him to tell his father, but Marinette should be the one to tell here parents, and everyone was within earshot of one another. The same person would be telling all the parents.

"We got married," they said in unison.

"Oh, Sweetheart! We knew that you two have liked each other for a long time, but you weren't even officially seeing each other, were you?"

Gabriel was a bit more cynical. "While drunk? You made one of the biggest decisions of your life while drunk."

"Apparently I can't hold my liquor," Adrien admitted. "We agreed neither of us will consume that quantity of alcohol again without the other's sober supervision. But this time - we were lucky enough to make a good decision. We've been examining our motives and determined that this is what we wanted - we just needed liquid courage to get it done."

'This is not an abortive medication. This medication works by delaying ovulation for one menstrual cycle. This medication will not damage long term fertility. Pregnancy may still occur if the user has already recently ovulated before consumption.'

Marinette swallowed the pill anyway, no longer confident it would keep her from getting pregnant. Maybe she shouldn't have waited an entire day before going to the pharmacy. She didn't know where she was in her cycle - if she had already ovulated days before their special night, there may have been an egg waiting in her womb, and she may have woken up already pregnant. She could have ovulated while she slept with a womb full of cum. If that were the case, she might not be officially pregnant yet, but the pill would still be coming too late. Or, she could have ovulated some time while she was in the restaurant, discussing the future of their marriage. In that matter, a pregnancy would have been entirely avoidable if only she'd gone to get the pill as soon as possible. She felt she should be ashamed of herself for her irresponsibility, but strangely, it turned her on. The pill at least assuaged her sense of guilt. She could have used the situation to tie down Adrien if she wanted, but she did what she considered was the better option. They could have a baby when they were ready, and when it wouldn't interfere with the start of their careers. But... a little part of her would be disappointed if the pill did it's work. She couldn't stop thinking about how it felt when he came inside of her. Her body knew it was a significant event, and like what Adrien had said about marriage, she didn't know if she could take it seriously again if she could back out the next day. She was a married woman now, why couldn't a wife bear her husband's child?

Their friends had gone crazy when they'd found out. Alya quickly reminded Marinette that she had broken a promise. The two of them were supposed to be the Maid/Matron of Honor at each other's wedding. Now that that was spoiled, Marinette had to at least let Alya throw a party in honor of the marriage. That was a few weeks away. For now, she was still living separately from Adrien, but they were in the middle of home shopping, and would move in together once they found a place. They would be meeting again soon to look at some more options... maybe she should warn him about their possible situation.

"It's okay," Adrien told her, "products like this have to have disclaimers to protect their reputation, there's still a better chance than not that it will work."

Marinette thought of all the times Tikki had told her she was one in a million, but she didn't say anything to Adrien.

"Even if you do get pregnant, we're still okay. This trial relationship seems to be working, and you like kids, don't you?"

"Yes, I... There's no question I want to have kids, and I would want you to be their father, but this is just too soon. I have a career that's just starting, and I don't know if I could balance that and a child."

"You won't have to give up doing what you love, Marinette. You're not in this alone. Most of your drawing and sewing could be done from home anyway, and at the times that you have to go somewhere that you can't take a baby, I'm sure we can arrange our schedules so that I can watch the baby at that time. Well figure it out, hundreds of new parents do."

Thump. Thump. Wrrr. Marinette smiled to herself, feeling her baby squirm inside her as she sewed. The fruit from their night of drunken passion was ripe and ready to be born any day. She continued to be scared, but as her husband had said months before, they were figuring it out. They'd done this to themselves - she realized - by getting drunk and by procrastinating in taking preventive measures. She wasn't allowed to complain about the situation she'd found herself in, and she didn't want to anyway.