Author Note:
Nymphadora, *giggles* I admit they'd be an awesome dynamic, and good to know there's more than two of us here…32, myself!
trying414, both these babies are idiots…they need to get in sync, they're aggravating me *twitches* …I'm sure it will happen though :P
Chapter Nine: Take Any Part of Me
By the fourth shot….Marinette was unsteady on her stool, and the world was a WEE bit slanted…and wobbling.
"You c-can drink a lot, Chloe," she hiccupped a bit, frowning. "I d-don't think my tummy will appreciate anymore though."
The blonde snickered, dropping her arms onto the bar before the laughter burst into an uncontrollable fit. "Y-Your face!"
The bluenette crossed her eyes, trying to see, and Chloe laughed harder. "What's wrong with my face?"
"It's YOURS!" she sputtered, erupting in more giggles, and Marinette didn't get it, but the sound made her snicker too, until they were both swaying on their stools, grinning wide, cheeks flush with liquid enhancement.
"I think I'd like Miss Chloe to join me on the dance floor," a husky voice commented. Through her wavering vision she was sure it was…Victor? Vincent? Vincenzo? It really didn't matter. Her gaze locked with her new cohort, and they burst out again in uncontained chortling.
"A-Are you mocking me?"
Chloe oozed from her seat, slipping from the stool with a relaxed fluid demeanor, wriggling her eyebrows. "No, 'course not," she giggled. "Just having some…" Her voice trailed off.
"FUN!" Marinette yelled in a shrill voice, and they both started laughing again.
"I can show you some fun," Luka commented softly, tugging on her elbow.
Her feet were unsteady, and she couldn't stop the string of giggles and snorts escaping her lips and nose. "F-F-Fun is relative," she pointed out, practically limp in his arms.
"Wow, Mari. You do know…there's sexy drunk and sloppy drunk, right?"
She tossed her head, which felt heavy, over her shoulder, but Chloe...was gone…she thought…maybe. She frowned, lifting the heavy globe to stare at him, grinning. "Yeah? So, does that mean sloppy isn't sexy?"
It was supposed to be funny, but she felt his reaction against her lower stomach and moaned. "You're definitely closer to sloppy drunk than sexy drunk, but you're always sexy, Mari," he groaned, sliding a hand over her shoulder, making the thin strap slide off, down her arm.
The bluenette tittered, and he drew her up in his arms, and he was so hard against her. "Mmm, is that a weapon or are you happy to see me," she snorted, shaking with her own lame joke.
"So, happy," he grit out, as she rose up on the toes of her stilettos just to press into him as he gathered her up.
The music changed, and her eyes widened. "DANCE!"
He looked confused, but she yanked away, tugging on his arm, and it was by a sheer miracle she didn't fall on the floor. Then again, it was probably Luka's steady arms, guiding her across the room.
"I don't think this is a good—"
She shoved her backside into his hardness, and swayed, moaning. "Thinking is dumb," she moaned. His words stopped, and his fingers curled against her hips as she leaned her back more heavily into him.
"M-Mari," he gasped, and she smirked rolling her hips in a circular grind, teasing, delighting in his soft sounds and moans.
His fingers tugged down the other strap so her shoulders were bare, the top scoop hanging a little lower, and he pushed the short skirt up even higher, but the bluenette didn't care. He felt so good pressed into her.
She turned to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck, and he pulled her to him using his hands on her ass, fingers delving under the dress, and she moaned. "Eager," she whispered, tsking.
"I'd crawl on my hands and knees to have you," he countered, strained, shoving into her.
Oh, my. Her floating mind thought that sounded like a delightful idea when a voice intruded on her cascading fantasy.
"Marinette?" Adrien's voice stung her inside, but she smirked anyway. She was drunk…sloppy drunk, apparently, and she was unchained. She turned to face him, her straps near her elbows, her hair coming undone, the scoop of her dress so low that her nipples could be exposed at any moment.
"Adrien?" Her reply was meant to be curt, short…brusque, but the edge of heat sneaking into her tone betrayed her as she noticed the muscle beneath his shirt. Betrayed her as she noticed the way his eyes drank in her body…
"Are y-you okay?"
Before the last word even left his lips she spun between the two boys, pressing her luscious ass into Adrien's cock….and her eyes widened. She hadn't expected to find him….so hard. Her back curved, tossing her head over his shoulder as she felt his fingers curling around her hips, pressing hard into her. Her moan was full, wanting…unbridled…
"M-Mari," he growled, the strain in his voice painful. "Are y-you.." He rubbed against her, but then pushed her backside enough to separate them, and she felt the effort it took him. "Drunk?"
The loss of his arousal against her body was devastating, and she frowned, stomping her foot, yanking free of his grasp. "So what if I am?" She whirled to face him, rocking so badly on her feet that Luka caught her, but Adrien had put his hands out to steady the woman. "You don't want me sober and you don't want me drunk, so you can mind your own business," she yelled, hiccupping violently.
"M-Marinette th-that's not f-fair.." he tried and she waved her hands frantically, feeling the sting of tears.
"You sh-shovered..showed…shoved me away earlier wh-when I just wanted to help and now you want to p-pretend you care," a sniffle and another hiccup escaped. 'Bite me, Agreste."
His mouth worked furiously, but before any sound came out, the explosion rocked the room, and she fell backwards, gasping, world swimming in delightful relief…and chaotic spots.
***POV Change***
He watched her, carefully, from a distance. She was drinking with Chloe. "What are you doing, Princess?" His tone was barely audible, but he moved closer, watching Luka approach the intoxicated woman.
The way he grabbed her…dragging her body into his...made Adrien angry. They moved to dance and watching her body grind against Luka's pushed him over the edge. He had to intervene.
When he reached them, Luka's hands had pushed her dress up so far to grip her firm backside that Adrien had the perfect view of her crimson thong. His inner beast snarled in displeasure. MINE!
He tried to sound reasonable…tried to keep his voice even. "Marinette?" She turned, and he could almost see her ample breasts spilling out of her dress, and he wanted to rush forward, licking the ivory expanse of skin, claiming every inch.
"Adrien?" Her voice was clipped, but something else undermined her irritation…she was….aroused, her eyes roaming his body as much as he was eyeing hers. Fuck.
"Are y-you okay?" There, he'd try for polite, friendly, but before the sentence escaped, her firm ass was pressed into his hard cock, and he jerked. Her spine bowed, her head over his shoulder as she released the sound of her pleasure at his state, and his hands gripped her hips, pushing further into her softness. Her ensuing moan was loud, natural…so…good…
God, this wasn't fair…God…if only he could shove her forward and bend her over the bar to take her fully….if only he could…fuck her properly..
He swallowed, rubbing into her a little more. He needed just a fraction of room to think, to keep from ravishing her in front of everybody.
"M-Mari," he growled, trying to keep himself under control. "Are y-you.." He rubbed against her once more before he had the strength to push her backside forward enough to allow him room to breathe. "Drunk?"
She stomped her foot, spinning on him. "So what if I am?" She rocked so badly that he reached to grab her, but Luka had it. "You don't want me sober and you don't want me drunk, so you can mind your own business," she yelled, hiccupping violently.
"M-Marinette th-that's not f-fair.." he tried and she waved her hands frantically at him as his heart contracted. He did want her. Why would she think that?
"You sh-shovered..showed…shoved me away earlier wh-when I just wanted to help and now you want to p-pretend you care," a sniffle and another hiccup escaped. 'Bite me, Agreste."
His mouth worked furiously, but before any sound came out, there was an explosion, and Adrien was knocked off his feet. Fire erupted along the wall to his right, and he gasped, trying to keep to his feet, wondering what an Akuma might be doing this far from home.
***One Hour Later***
"Ch-Chat," she struggled against his strong arms as he vaulted towards the mansion. "C-Could've gotten h-here myself," she slurred, blinking up at his four bright eyes.
"Yes, Princess," he bit out slowly. "I'm sure. Allow me to do my job, at least, and make sure," he growled, dropping onto her balcony with the bluenette in his arms. When he pushed through the doors, he dropped her onto her feet, and she staggered enough for him to grip her waist.
"I can do it," she snapped, but he didn't let go. She rotated in his grasp to face him, frowning. "You're still holding me," she complained, watching his eyes narrow.
"Fine," he snarled, releasing her, and she toppled backwards rapidly until she fell back against the bed, snorting.
Giggles erupting from her mouth, and she rolled onto the plush surface, cooing. "Mmm"
"First time drunk?"
"Shut up," she murmured, getting up on her knees to look at his form…which kept wavering from three to one.
He grinned a little and shook his head. "It would be amusing if you weren't willing to seduce every guy in your wake in the process," he pointed out.
Marinette stiffened, eyes widening. "I d-do not!" Her voice was angry now as she tried to get off the bed, staggering. "I have very specific tastes," she snapped.
"Yeah, looks like it, models," his voice trailed off, staring at the far wall. His dig didn't sound malicious, but it hurt all the same.
"I am not shallow!"
He sighed. "I didn't say that, Mari. You're drunk, you need to rest," he suggested.
"It's your fault," she spat, rubbing her face. "And Adrien's!"
His eyes looked at her now, brows shooting up. "The Agreste kid?"
She grimaced. "You….you both …just…" she growled and lunged forward, snagging her finger inside his belt, yanking him forward. "I c-can't pick," she snapped, crashing her mouth to his as she rose up on her knees.
He seemed surprised, which was nice, because her partner, the one she'd worked beside for so long…never seemed caught off guard by an advance like this. His claws dug into her hips, and she moaned loudly into his mouth, yanking harder.
Marinette used the unnatural strength she possessed to overwhelm him in his surprised state, and rolled, pinning him to the bed as she straddled the Parisian hero. She rocked her soaked panties against his hardness, and boy, was he…hard. They both moaned, his claws digging into the backs of her thighs as she picked up a frantic pace to keep that delicious friction she wanted so badly.
He felt good under her, the leather against her panties…how hard he was…his claws digging into her skin…the growls emanating from his throat as she rolled her body to incite pleasure in both of them.
"G-God," she cried out, arching her back, head lulling so she was looking behind her.
Chat shifted suddenly, and she gasped when he was on top, but he wasn't touching anymore. "P-P-Princess," he groaned painfully, wincing. "You're drunk, and as much as I want...you," he whispered, exhaling loudly. "I can't do it now."She frowned, feeling the ecstasy fading away to leave that frustrated knot in her navel and core. "Don't be upset, please…" his voice was a hoarse whisper.
"Get out," she screamed, watching him flinch. He was rejecting her, just because she'd rejected him! "GET OUT!" He scrambled towards the balcony as she removed a heel and threw it.
She wasn't even close as she slid to the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. She supposed that was what she deserved. She shot him down so he shot her down. Maybe he had never really wanted her.
"Don't be sad, Marinette," Tikki cooed softly. "Maybe it's for the best?"
The bluenette shook her head, sitting in agonizing silence before a thought trickled in. "What d-did Chat always say about his mask and flirting? When I pointed out he must be a big flirt in civilian life…"
Tikki faltered, but cleared her throat. "He said he was actually shy, but putting on the mask made him feel free, and the risk of rejection wasn't so hurtful because it wasn't really…him someone was rejecting."
She sniffled, nodding slowly. "O-Okay," she whimpered. Then, maybe she could take a leaf from Chat's book…just this once. "Spots on!"
***POV Change***
He emerged from his cold shower, toweling his hair slowly. It had helped, a little, but not as much as he'd hoped. The feel of her was still vivid, and he was aching to have her. The bluenette was slowly dwindling his control, and when he dropped the towel he was using for his golden locks, he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Should I have called ahead of time?" Ladybug's voice was a tone he'd never heard before. It was deeper, seductive…thick…
"I..uh…you..what…" His mind was a fumbling blank staring at her, and she giggled, approaching slowly.
"So, cute," she whispered, tugging him in, and kissing his lips fiercely. He reacted, kissing her back just as eagerly, and his palms found her sides, the spandex smooth under his skin.
He frowned, tasting the liquor on her tongue, and he yanked free harshly. "L-Ladybug," he groaned, and she pushed him backwards so he fell on the bed. The towel came loose and her eyes widened, staring down at his….twitching, aching cock, and she blushed.
"My, my, big boy," she breathed, smirking. "That's how you take on a superheroine," she said throatily, and he groaned before she was even over him, grinding herself against his bare member. She was wet through her armor, and it just made it so much harder as she rode her hips above him, moaning, grunting, begging for more.
He n-needed space…geez-us…to think. "W-What about Chat? I thought…maybe you guys….had a thing," he whispered painfully as his hands stilled her with his powerful grip, and she scowled.
"Chat doesn't want me," she snapped.
Surprise overtook his face, followed by confusion. "Wh-What would make you say that?"
"He j-just…had his chance tonight and h-he didn't want me. He just made excuses," she sniffled, and Adrien's heart ramped up, staring at her. Mari…nette?
The glamour disintegrated, and he saw her beneath the mask, beautiful eyes and delicate face puffy with her tears, and his breath hitched.
"Forget it," she whispered. "This was the dumbest idea, trying to be like Chat," she groaned. "S-Sorry, Adrien," she croaked.
"N-no! Wait..it's…" she was gone. He collapsed, naked, against his bed, erection jutting up horribly as he stared at the ceiling.
"Marinette?"
Plagg snorted. "Hindsight sucks, doesn't it?"