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Chapter Fifteen: A Different Kind

He heard the gasping yelp of pain, moving before his brain told him he needed to do it. His instincts were automatic when it came to Marinette…he felt protective of her, and maybe it was a little to do with her being his Lady, but he'd felt that way of his Princess…of Mari before he'd found out about her alternate ego.

He leapt up the first four stairs, and she toppled into him, but he miscalculated her momentum, unable to brace himself for the impact in time on the narrow step. So, instead of allowing for the possibility that they hit any of the stairs and cause real harm or injury, he shoved into the platform a little with his feet, for an extra bit of force, to clear the steps altogether, and slammed into the tarmac at the bottom on his back. The air rushed from his lungs, and the bluenette bounced into his chest the moment the oxygen was expelling, causing a 'double tap' reaction, and he wheezed.

Scathing pain ignited his lungs as he coughed, his mouth flapping a little as he tried to draw in a breath, and he was vaguely aware of her shifting above him. "A-Adrien, are you okay?!" Her soft fingers touched his face, concerned.

He sucked in a full breath after a few moments and coughed a few times, nodding. "I'm fine," he growled, realizing she was straddling him, and he reached over to grip her hips, wanting to drag her closer to him, but he froze the moment he touched her. He wasn't Chat…they weren't alone…this wasn't..the time…and…his body was…reacting to the intimate position they were in…

Sure, it was…kind of innocent…considering what had happened, but…heat was exploding through his abdomen, and he grazed his eyes away from her, stilling his entire body. He would not react. He would control himself. He wouldn't get aroused. His stomach knotted, and he swallowed thickly.

Lila, Hawk Moth, his father in a tutu…anything to keep him from getting hard…

"Oh, gosh, Adrien! What's wrong?" Marinette leaned closer, and her core brushed against him, it was minute, and probably innocent on her part, but the walls crashed down, and the seething lust and desire broke through the flimsy dam he'd created, igniting him.

She moaned, so Adrien knew she felt his arousal, but what made it so much worse, was the darkening look in her eyes, and the…wetness soaking through from her panties into the front of his jeans. For the love of…he couldn't breathe…or think…

Her fingers curled against his chest. "A-Adrien?" Her voice was a whisper, barely audible, but it was teetering on a moan, and the questioning frown meant she wasn't sure if she understood…that he…wanted her?

No way in hell was he going to make the woman above him feel less than desirable…not again, not when…she was…so close. His fingers tightened on her sexy hips, and his lids fluttered down as he locked his eyes with hers, thrusting very slowly up against that hot wet spot between her thighs…groaning his pleasure.

He let her see it in his eyes…in his face, the way he parted his lips, just a fraction, how bad he wanted it to be so much more than that one small motion…and she pushed back against him, making his eyes widen, and he licked his lips, barely suppressing the growl, but he gasped to let her know how good it felt, watching the flush creep into her cheeks. Fuck….and then she…fucking…did it…

Marinette bit…her fucking….lip….

He shoved himself upwards, but she moved down just as quick, and he guessed they were both trying for a kiss, but they smacked their foreheads together, yelping. After a moment of stunned wincing, she started giggling, blushing, sat on his lap now that he was upright. He chuckled, panting heavily, thankful her body and skirt hid his arousal.

"Y-You okay," he asked softly. "I was afraid you were going to break your neck…"

She nodded, grinning. "I was afraid you broke your back!"

"Nah, would take more than that to put a dent in me," he teased. "Though, usually, I land on my feet," he joked, winking, stiffening immediately, but she snorted.

"That's because you're not usually introduced to the cyclone that is Marinette induced disaster to sweep you off your feet," she countered.

His voice dropped low, and he stared into her eyes. "Feel free to do it anytime, Mari."

"H-huh?" Her face got impossibly scarlet, and his face broke into the biggest Chat-like grin. She gasped, opening her mouth, but Lila ran over.

"Oh, Adrien are you alright?"

His smile faltered several fractions. "Fine, but I'd like to know what happened to my clear instructions of no shoving, unless everyone was trying to kill Marinette and myself?"

"Nobody is quite sure how that happened," she murmured, and his lips twitched. He was almost certain if he were Chat, he'd taste her lie on his tongue as thick as cream.

"I don't have time for it," he said. "All of you get to the cars, we'll be there in a moment," he said. "I'm going to have to carry Marinette since she looked like she hurt her ankle." Not to mention…the front of his pants were all wet…

"I can carry her," Luka offered gently.

"I've got it," Adrien growled, pulling her closer to him, and everyone started, as he glowered at the man. He shook his head a little, trying desperately to breathe and explain himself. "Can't seem to trust any of you to look after her these days, can I?" He wasn't proud of using her injuries to his advantage, but they looked chastised, all the same. Well, except for Lila.

Chloe punched Luka's arm and gestured for him to get moving, obviously not wanting to provoke Adrien's 'wrath' any more, and he smiled after her. When she looked back towards him, he let her see, and he saw her lips turn up, too before they reached the cars. Everybody got in, and he released a breath.

"I c-can probably walk," she finally whispered.

"Not my only problem, Mari," he chuckled, pulling his phone free from his pocket. He texted Nathalie, despite the fact she was there, in the second vehicle, and waited for her prompt response.

"Wh-what other problems do we have?"

"The fact that you've soaked my pants through," he teased, and delighted in her squirm, but unfortunately, she was still mostly pressed against his arousal and he groaned.

"O-Oh, sorry!"

His phone chimed, and he looked at the woman's reply, nodding. She was going to leave the second car for him and Marinette, and take the others ahead of them per his request.

"Definitely not complaining," he whispered, glancing over his shoulder, waiting. He watched Nathalie exit the second vehicle and climb in with the models, and the car drove away. "However, it was either tell everyone I wet myself, came in my pants, or that you wet my pants, and though I have no shame in two of those three options when it comes to you, I don't think it was any of their business, and didn't think you wanted to explain yourself to them," he said bluntly, grinning.

The exploding blush on her face was worth his candid statement. "O-Oh," she breathed.

He shifted upwards suddenly, and swept her up into his arms bridal style, smirking as her arms looped naturally around his neck. He felt her gaze on him as he stared ahead, trying his best to concentrate. He needed to at least make it to the damn car without fucking her.

He tugged the door open and set her inside easily, and she scooted over in the limo for him to hop in beside her. "We're ready," he muttered to the driver, before pushing a button to put the partition window up between the front seat and the back.

Now that she was beside him and not atop him, his thinking cleared up a little, and she didn't seem determined to close the space between them. He frowned, his fingers twitching. He wanted to close the distance, but he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable now. Shit. Had too much time passed?

He closed his eyes, heart pounding in his chest, and his teeth clenched as he let his head drop back. He was going to fuckin' chicken out. Great.

"I uh," she whispered. "I'm sorry for l-last night."

He frowned, eyes flying open. "You're sorry? I'm the one who got mad and jealous and let my mouth run away with itself without phrasing things the way I wanted," he said softly.

"J-Jealous?"

Oh. "I..uh…" he stammered over his tongue, suddenly feeling the organ thick in his mouth. "I didn't…really like the thought of Luka, getting to, put his mouth on y-you," he whispered painfully, twitching.

"Why…" she whispered, and he could tell. She wanted to hear him say it. She wanted to know that he wanted her, so he swallowed, nodding.

"Because you drive me crazy Marinette. I find it hard to control myself around you, and to think he got to put his hands, his mouth on you, when that's all I can think of doing when I'm near you…it made me hurt inside, and I was already angry over you being physically hurt. Plus, you said you had a weak moment, and I was floored because…I don't think you're weak. I think of you, and all I can think of is how absolutely fucking weak you make me. I'm a wreck around you, barely containing the splintering fragments before I just grab you and do something that will probably end up being stupid and reckless…and make you hate me…because you don't want me…" He took a deep breath, and it felt like a weight left his chest at the declaration.

She didn't say anything, and Adrien couldn't bring himself to look her way. He swallowed nervously, and opened his mouth again, but she slid onto his lap, rising above him, eyes wavering with unshed tears.

"Why would I not want you, crazy boy?"

He laughed, short, nervous. "I'm flawed," he admitted. "You're beautiful." His hands touched her bare shoulders, trailing down her arms. "Sexy…smart…" His green orbs flicked up to meet her blue ones, and he gripped her chin, pulling her down slowly. "Perfect," he whispered against her lips, daring to kiss her.

She let him, and it was soft, gradual, and passionate. Everything between them…as Chat, was rough, passionate, intense, lustful, aggressive, possessive, heat-filled, desire-filled, and yearning like a chasm that didn't seem to ever fill…but this…this was so…intense for a completely different reason.

Their mouths moved like eternity was on their side, and one of his hands delved gently into her hair, playing in the soft tresses as the other trailed intricate patterns over her side before sliding to the small of her back, pulling her closer to his body, and they started to rock in a slow, lingering motion against each other.

It was intense in a way that filled him to the brim, waiting to explode, with a warmth that sought out every corner of his being, and her lips were the only thing connecting him to the happiness he'd been looking for his whole life. One of her hands flattened against his chest, the other gripping his neck, her thumb touching his jaw, deepening their kiss…somehow…without ever going any faster.

Each rock of their hips was gentle and languid, but the electricity it ignited was impossibly violent, strong, jolting his stomach with each pass, and he groaned tenderly into her lips, panting softly. "Mari," he whispered, never wanting to stop this torturous yet satisfying pace. It was like…the heat was expanding through every pore, simmering so immensely, it threatened to burn him from the inside out, but, it wasn't really emanating from him…it was emanating from her…

"Adrien," she echoed, moaning low, and his eyes fluttered at the sound of his name.

"Mari," he repeated, meeting each of her thrusts with gentle eagerness, until their bodies were thick with sweat beneath their clothes, and their pants were barely contained…the heat was barely contained.

"A-Adrien," she whimpered, finally breaking their mouths apart to tip her head back, as a rasping sound escaped her throat. It almost sounded like a cry, but there was pleasure in it, and he continued to rock with her, lathering prolonged kisses against her exposed throat, sliding his hand to the back of her head.

"It's okay," he whispered against her skin, holding her. He nibbled gently, placing another tender kiss, squeezing his eyes shut as her body began to tremble, her nails curling into his shoulders, pulling him tightly into her. "I've got you," he breathed, touching his mouth to her ear as her head dropped back down to rest against his shoulder, clinging to him like the world was falling apart and he was her only support.

"G-God, Adrien," she whispered back, her voice breaking on tears. "It f-feels so good," she moaned, gasping, and he heard her pants mounting, becoming more desperate, and the need and want and happiness in her voice was almost too much to bear.

"God, you're so beautiful," he moaned against her earlobe, panting gently, as his own pressure built.

She cried out softly, and her body trembled against him, her fingers diving into his hair, clinging to him as she rode her ecstasy, and he panted, his climax meeting hers, not quite in tandem, but shortly after, and he clenched her in his arms, burying his face into her shoulder, whimpering his own pleasure as their hips stilled a little to allow the intense quaking of their limbs to subside. Even Adrien's body would barely stop quivering.

She drew in a shuddering breath, and his hand rubbed her back, and she sobbed softly, and he frowned. "You…o-okay?" He croaked.

Her head nodded vigorously. "J-just feels so good," she admitted, laughing softly as she lifted her eyes to stare at him, tears gracing her delicate face, and he smiled, wiping them gently with his thumbs.

"I guess I can live with happy tears," he whispered, kissing her lips slowly. "As long as you're okay."

"More than happy," she said sheepishly, dropping her gaze. "You're a m-mess," she murmured, staring down at his pants, and he didn't bother looking.

"Wouldn't care if I had to walk into the mansion naked. Worth it," he breathed. She flushed, and he swallowed as they arrived. He had a few minutes to make a quick decision as they exited the vehicle, and he saw how flush her skin was all over. The grin she wore was beautiful, and it made up his mind for him as he scooped her up again.

She squeaked a little, and he smirked, carrying her into the house, ignoring the many stares he received from all the models and Nathalie in the foyer.

"Adrien?" The professional woman's voice was a question as he walked confidently by her.

"I'll make the shoot tonight, yeah," he whispered, clearing his throat. "But, don't diturb us until then," he said firmly. "We'll be in my room." Marinette's eyes widened, and he smiled.

Author Note Reviews:

NazaKaos, thank you so much! I'll try! I'm glad you're enjoying it, and yeah, the Chloe thing has been fun so far for me!

Kazza2182, welcome back! About time *glowers* j/k *still glowers* :p Better stick around this time *twitches* :P

b.d.p.r4454, that good enough? *smirks*

trying414, How was THAT for you? Worth the wait? Yes? No? :P

Faefolk11, you're very welcome and hopefully this chapter wasn't a HUGE disappointment now that it's here. I'm glad you like Adrien here, I like him in Threads/Weave, too. Also, yes, my purpose of this fic was pure smut…with a story, too, of course, there is…a general…story here..*looks closely* happening…just…subtly…not quite yet…so..now that the moment of this…happened…was it a disappointment?

SiriusBlack1, lol THANK YOU! I LOVE YOUR ENTHUSIASM SO MUCH! HOPEFULLY THIS CHAPTER WAS LOVEABLE TOO!