Author Note: Here ya go!

Emjrabbitwolf, it definitely sucks to be the responsible one, but somebody had to be, right?...right? Yes, he'll better understand his possessive jealousy over Mari, and we still have lots to go! Pregnancy is always a possibility *snickers* we'll see what happens! As far as their relationship and any demands that might happen and how things will progress *winks* I have some fun events in store…hope you enjoy (Chloe/Mari relationship is still cooking in my brain, so I really have no answer yet :P) and yes…I'm absolutely sure…Adrien has a picture or two of the bluenette…

Faefolk11, I'm glad I could surprise you! Yes, the tension was killing me too :P Yeah, I'm just dying for them to get in sync..

trying414, yes, one of them has the full perspective (YAY) and drunk Mari is very fun to write. Lol, as far as Mari figuring anything out…? *tosses a coin in the air, walking away, grinning*

SiriusBlack1, aww, thank you! You're far too kind to an old woman, but I appreciate it! I'm glad you enjoy my overall work…hopefully this next chapter is good too ;)

ENJOY!

Chapter Eleven: Life is Complete

After his first thrust, she was still beneath him, not wanting to invoke his 'wrath' once more. What felt like an eternity passed, feeling his thick erection filling her up, listening to his strained pants as he tried to control himself, and the hammering of her own heart deafened her.

Finally, he pulled back gradually, and his agonizing slowness made her whimper, but he didn't change pace, withdrawing until just his tip was inside of her. "Tell me," he growled, his hot hands gripping her wide hips.

She frowned a little, wriggling her pelvis, endeavoring to get more of him inside of her, but he kept his position steady, using his grip on her body to his advantage, but she heard his groan.

"Tell you w-what, Chat?" She just wanted him to push inside of her again. Him lingering, just inside her entrance was making her head swim, and the ache was centering around it, threatening to pulsate through her until she went mad with want.

"What you want me to do," he whispered, his mouth descending to her collarbone.

Her face flared a bright shade of crimson. "I a-already told you."

Chat's breath trailed a shivering path over her collarbone until just the tip of his tongue drew a languid line over her nipple. Her eyes widened behind the makeshift mask, and she moaned, trying to buck her hips, to force him to be inside of her, but he didn't budge. She whimpered.

"Tell me," he commanded, and the force in his voice was exhilarating…intoxicating, and she found herself drowning in the need to oblige just to have him do exactly what he wanted her to utter. She needed him. Every electrified inch of her skin was screaming for his attention…

The edge of his tongue treated her right nipple to a similar treatment, and her brain couldn't take it. She threw her head back, crying out in pleasure. "Please, G-God, Chat I want you to fuck me, so badly," she pleaded breathily, squirming.

He filled her to the brim, hard, fast, and fucking hell it was the most amazing sensation she'd ever experienced. A scream left her mouth, and he was quick to swallow it with his demanding kiss. He ravaged her lips, pulling back slowly again, and she whimpered against him.

"P-please," she whispered against his mouth, and she felt the smirk against hers.

He held himself still, and she felt like sobbing her frustration, her nails starting to scrape his back to force him to do it, but he didn't seem the least bit fazed, even when she felt warm liquid on her pads.

He moaned, low, lingering, and breathily against her ear before releasing a feral growl. "O-One more time, Mari," he ordered.

The bluenette swallowed, the sweat already thick on her trembling body, just waiting for him to give her exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to slam inside of her. She wanted him to keep thrusting until the pleasure killed her so the ache would die, because the slow burn licking beneath her navel was maddening.

She panted, burying her fingers into his hair. "Please Chat," she groaned, licking her lips, and his fingers were trailing down her stomach as she spoke. So slow…lower….and he stopped until she opened her mouth again. "I want you to fuck me senseless, I've wanted you so badly for so long, please fuck me," she blurted out in a keening voice, and as she did, he thrust, sliding his thumb over her clit in tandem.

Her mind went blank. She couldn't have formed words again if she'd wanted to as the ecstasy burst across her body, eating greedily at her aching core. He didn't stop this time though, and she barely had time to draw in a surprised breath after her immediate scream of pleasure because he was pounding into her quickly, growling above her quaking body.

His thumb tortured her clit, and tried to move her body with his pace, but she was going too high too fast. All she could do was wrap her arms around his body, and bury her face into his shoulder, clinging for dear life as their wild panting became cacophonous, and his arms pulled her tighter into him…giving another hard rock of his hips, sending them both over the edge as he cried out his release.

The world was gone, and she was riding the waves. She didn't realize he'd stopped until her lightheaded mind came down enough for her to draw in a much needed breath of air.

"G-God," she murmured, throat raw, mouth dry.

"Chat works fine," he growled playfully, face in the curve of her neck. His weight was against her, but it wasn't uncomfortable as she concentrated on the rapid pulsating of his heart through his chest against hers, their breathing loud, uneven.

Marinette's legs felt like jelly, and her entire body had an oddly lightly feel to it as she shifted under him. "S-silly kitty," she tried to tease back, but her voice sounded more breathless than anything.

He snorted. "Hope you're not exhausted already," he whispered, shifting his weight back off of her. "Because I'm not," he growled, reaching down to grip her legs. This time, she heard the smirk in his voice. "How flexible are you, Princess?"

Her face flushed. She was incredibly flexible, but she wasn't sure that was information Chat needed…or something she wanted to tell him with the promises in his voice. "A bit," she answered, "why?"

He sat back a little and pushed her knees up to her chest before leaning over her again, but now her…legs were hooked over his shoulders, and her mouth fell open wide at the new sensation it instilled in her. It was so incredibly deep, and his hands possessed her sides firmly.

"Ch-Chat," she moaned, flexing her walls around him again, and they both groaned.

"M-Mari," he warned in a trickling growl, and she felt the blush reach from her cheeks to her neck.

"S-Sorry," she whispered hoarsely, trying to thrust against him, but he held her still.

"Tsk, tsk, purrrincesss," he whispered, controlling her body with his strong grip. "I believe you need to tell me something first," he ordered, and this time she heard the excitement in his voice. He loved hearing her beg for him, and honestly….it was making her so wet that he got off on it. She felt confidence rising in her chest at the knowledge that her, Marinette, could make him this crazy…this needy…

She 'looked' at him best she could, and smirked slowly, licking her lips before she bit the lower one. "I want you to fuck me until I can no longer stand, Chat," she drew out his name in a moan and that was it. He came undone, which got her off, as he crashed into her body once more, relentlessly. This might be literal heaven…or it might be a lust filled nirvana, either way…

"Chat," she cried out. "D-don't stop!"

The next syllable snarled thickly from his lips shouldn't have made her body erupt the way it did, but…it drove her right over the edge…listening to the one…possessive word, claiming her for himself…even if it was just in the heat of that moment…

"Mine!"

***POV Change***

Adrien smiled like an idiot. He couldn't help it. Being with Marinette had been exciting, and intoxicating…and he was sure nothing could ever compare to it. He'd wanted to be gentle, he really had, but…the animal in him, the one she poked, and prodded, took over the moment his hands were on her body.

She'd driven him insane for days, months, if he counted all those times in her little room, enduring the fleeting enraptures of her arousal when he toyed with her, but he never could have anticipated it being as…heavenly as it was. Or intense.

"Tell me, Mari," Plagg's voice mocked, scoffing.

The model rolled his eyes, shifting his interlocked fingers behind his head. "Shut up, Plagg," he said gently. He was still smiling like an idiot. His kwami couldn't sour his mood, though he knew the teasing was lighthearted.

The cat snorted. "You better hope you don't have a shirtless shoot for awhile," he pressed further, gesturing.

Yeah, that might actually be a problem. She'd clawed his back pretty well, and you could see some of the rake marks trailing towards the front over his ribcage. "Worth it," he sighed softly. "I think they'll heal before our next one," he frowned, trying to think of the schedule.

"So, you're not planning on rutting again?"

His brows shot up. "I mean…I w-was…just," he swallowed. He hadn't thought that far ahead, honestly, but of course he'd love to ravish her body again…and her mind…and her soul.

"Right, so, how are they supposed to heal?" Plagg cackled as he grimaced. Right. If he went again, and she was…this enthusiastic every time, well…

"I'll figure something out."

***Afternoon***

His eyes kept skirting to his immediate left. He couldn't help it. There she was, all smiles, relaxed, chatting it up with Chloe. They were sporting some of the actual Fall Collection today, ahead of the debut. Mari was in a pair of designer jeans that hugged every possible curve, or, that's what it felt like from his immovable position under the harsh lights. She was wearing a burgundy button up short sleeve blouse that flared near her hip line, and her soft suede boots went up to mid-calf. It was the most she'd worn for a shoot so far, so why was he more turned on than he'd ever been before? Especially since they'd….cum so many times together last night?

She tossed her head back, laughing softly at something, her long thick hair flowing freely down her back, and he just wanted to gather it between his fingers and kiss that infections smile. In fact, he was grinning, watching her, and Jacques made a loud noise, pulling his attention back.

"You're distracted today, Adrien," he commented, shaking his head. "I need you to focus on the camera."

His heart was hammering, and he licked his lips. "S-Sorry, just tired," he lied a little. He smoothed a hand down the front of his forest green sweater, clearing his throat.

"Let us try to get you relaxed, it will be less tedious," his long-time photographer suggested. "We need Chloe or Marinette, you work naturally best with them." He looked around, and Adrien's eyes widened. Oh, God, okay…"Chloe," Jacques called, gesturing the woman over.

She was sporting a milk chocolate fall style dress that flowed down to her knees as she approached. "Yes?"

"Adrien needs your company for a few minutes, you and-ah-Marinette!"

The bluenette looked at them, her eyes widening a little as she walked over gradually. She was hesitant…her walk so slow. However, he tried to stop the grin that threatened to take over when he realized it wasn't hesitation at all…her gait…was awkward, like she might be a tad…sore in her legs.

"Y-you need me?" Her voice was tentative, the previous ease evaporating from her body now.

"Yes, you both, interact with Adrien, he's not giving me good shoots today."

Lila snorted. "I can help if you like," she offered, padding over. "Adrien and I get along famously."

Jacques gave a wave of his hand. "No, he is best with these two."

Adrien watched her eyes narrow, and she pursed her lips, crossing her arms. He grimaced.

Chloe looped her arms over both his and Mari's shoulders, putting herself between them. "Woe is life," she said dramatically. "Having to save the damsel in distress."

Marinette snorted, a smile slowly spreading over her face, and he saw the mischief in her eyes as she spied Chloe…what the…?

"Oh, but he is such a pretty damsel!" Marinette declared just as boisterously, spinning across the front of Chloe so she was in front of him. She pinched his cheeks lightly with her fingers, giving him the most serious face. "Do not fret dear damsel, we shall save you and your photos. For we are the fiercest knights in all the realm!" She nodded firmly.

His lips twitched. The confidence oozing from her…the playfulness in her eyes…the sudden ease in her body. He had to find a way to thank Chloe for bringing the bluenette to life…because this was breathtaking in a way that just wasn't sexual, and his heart stammered in his chest.

He burst out laughing, and they followed suit. He tipped his head back a bit, feeling the warmth emanate through his chest.

"Better!"

Adrien's hands were moving, spinning her outwards, and she yelped in surprise before he pulled her firmly towards him again, her back hitting his chest as he tugged Chloe into his side, smiling at the blonde with all the brightness and sincerity he could muster as his arm slid around Mari's stomach, holding her against him.

"Beautiful!" The camera clicked, and he watched the rosy color dot his oldest friends face.

"You're incredible Chlo'," he whispered softly as he grinned. "Thanks," he tried, wanting her to know he appreciated her.

"Yeah, well, don't think we can save you every time," she shot back, but there was no conviction in her tone, and he saw the smile.

Adrien's fingers curled, accidentally pinching the bluenette's side below her ribcage, and she squirmed violently against him. She erupted in a fit of giggles, yelping. "H-hey! Watch the hands," she shrieked playful.

"Oh-ho-ho," Adrien smirked, releasing Chloe as she laughed with her friend. "Is mademoiselle ticklish? She yelped again, trying to run, but he had her again, and his fingers tortured her ribs for just a few moments, watching the way her body writhed and she tried to defend her sides as she screeched, laughing helplessly.

Her elbow caught his gut, and he let out a breath, releasing her, but he chuckled.

"J-jerk," she teased, sticking her tongue out, and his heart soared at the sight. So carefree, so beautiful…

"Ah-ha," Chloe teased.

His eyebrows shot up, and he smirked, sliding a glance her way. "If I remember correctly…"

She backed up, eyes wide. "No-no-no, don't you dare think about it, Adrien!"

He surged forward, ducking as she threw a 'punch' his way to stop him, shoving his shoulder gently into her stomach before lifting her up completely over his shoulder. He pressed his arm across the back of her legs, pinning her dress to her skin gently to preserve her modesty as he spun swiftly in circles, her feet kicking as she squealed.

"I'm g-gonna kill you Agreste!" Chloe threatened as he grinned with her over his shoulder. Only the chorus of the bluenette's laughter was as sweet when the blonde squealed again, giggling in delight.

Well, if Chloe was able to make good on her threat..he'd die happy today. Light, filled with warmth…joy…and happy.