Chapter Seventeen: Get It All Out

They were frozen for an eternity, but Marinette let the words linger through her mind, her heart pounding angrily in her ears. The blood was rushing through her veins, and she could barely comprehend the words that spilled from his lips into her ear in that familiar…heated growl.

The sound made her body quiver. It made her aching core wet, yes, but it also brought a tumultuous rush of complex emotions she wasn't expecting, and she ushered in a shuddering, agonizing breath.

"Ch-Chat?" Her voice was barely a whisper as he held her, pinned, unable to flee, against the door, not that she was completely complaining, but her mind was scrambling to catch up with the cacophonous range of events swirling in her soul.

"Mari," he growled against the side of her head, keeping his face hidden, grinding into her gently. It wasn't anywhere near as aggressive as Chat usually was in his ministrations, but there was no mistaking that voice, the heat in his tone…the way he said her name.

She swallowed slowly, her chest wrenching as a sob escaped her full lips, and she tensed against him. "P-Put me down, Adrien," she demanded, but she was careful to keep her voice even.

Marinette felt him stiffen, but he didn't argue, letting her legs slide carefully down the wall until her feet touched the floor, backing away from her cautiously. He wasn't looking at her now, his emerald orbs planted on the plush carpet, but she could see the fear glistening there, making her heart hurt so incredibly bad.

He was afraid of her reaction, and to be honest, he should be. Not because she hated him, or because she didn't care about him…but because she was hurt and confused and she didn't know what…she was supposed to say to make this okay…

The bluenette turned back towards the door, flattening her palms against the surface, pressing her forehead to it, taking in another loud staggering breath as another sob broke free, and she felt him move. "D-Don't!" She shook her head slowly. "Don't touch me please," she whispered.

If he touched her right that moment, she'd come undone, and she just…needed five seconds to breathe through everything. She was hurt that he knew she liked Adrien and had encouraged her to be with him…despite being him. It made her angry he'd manipulated her that way, however; she'd kind of done the same thing…because she knew how much he had loved Ladybug…and despite falling for Chat…had never even thought about confessing her identity to him. What kind of trust was that showing him when he'd placed so much in her? He'd trusted her so much the other day…allowing her to have control…trusting her not to look. And especially, now?

He'd revealed himself to Marinette because…he…cared about her so much…he didn't want her to walk out…and that's why she was angry… He really cared…and it hurt so much…because it meant…she loved…not two people…but one…and he loved her, truly, and had proved it in that moment in the most powerful way possible.

Making love was wonderful, saying I love you was great…but…to give himself up like that? To trust her with his secret? THAT…was complete proof of caring and trust…and she wasn't sure she would have done the same. She hated herself for it…and hated him for holding that mirror to her face. She was angrier at herself than at Adrien…but…that's not what came out…

"I h-hate you," she whispered, sobbing softly as she turned, staring at him through her wavering vision. Why did he have to make her feel so vulnerable? She'd been so safe in her hardened cocoon…but all his sweet words…and intimate declarations…and making her feel like the bad guy…

She saw the pain cascading over his face, and she wanted to eat the words back up, because the hole it ripped in her chest just seeing the momentarily agony made her realize just how much…how much his agony was hers…and how much his happiness meant to her.

"P-please," he whispered, voice breaking on his sorrow as he dared to come closer, and he surprised her by dropping to his knees in front of her, pressing his face into her stomach. "Tell me what to do and I'll do it," he cried, the tears flowing more freely than her own, and she gasped at the genuine hurt and pleading in his tone as he looped his arms around her waist. "I'll do anything. P-Please, Marinette…anything…name it, and it's yours, I'd give up the world for you, j-just…tell me to…"

She sobbed, shaking her head and forced his face to look up at her. "S-stop that!" She gasped, touching her heart because his broken voice made the ache inside seethe beyond an unbearable level. "I h-hate you b-because you make me f-feel….so good…and it scares me," she whispered. "You tore down all my defenses, and it makes m-me feel vulnerable…and I'm a-afraid to disappoint you…it w-was better when …we w-weren't together…m-maybe we should…j-just not…and g-go back to…that." She tried to pry his arms from around her, but he was frowning, shaking his head.

"N-no!" He was on his feet, and she shook her head, crying, because she couldn't handle it if he…if he…"Don't say that, Marinette," he breathed, cupping her face, kissing her lips desperately, squeezing his eyes shut, and she sobbed against him.

She was drowning again, and she put her hands to his chest to push back, but her spine was already against the door. The bluenette turned her face away, peeling her lips free as she cried. "We sh-shouldn't be together," she whispered.

"But, I care about you, Marinette," he breathed, his mouth layering sloppy desperate kisses against the side of her face and down her neck, making her gasp loudly at his proclamation. "I have for a long time, and I'm not letting you walk out on me without at least fighting for you," he said firmly, touching fingers to her jaw, trying to coax her face to him, and their eyes met.

"P-please," she whimpered. "Why?"

"You're beautiful," he said more confidently, kissing her lips slowly, and she was unraveling under his sincerity and gathering strength. There was no sexuality in his touch, all of it leaking out to be replaced by love and passion, his fingers touching her wet cheeks to stroke her tears, the other hand sliding to the small of her back as he broke free. "You're so incredibly smart," he continued, kissing her tenderly again, and this time, her mouth was moving to, without her permission, making them both groan.

"A-Adrien," she whimpered, shaking her head.

"So incredibly sexy," his voice was a little more husky this time, but his touches remained soft, slow…full of meaning, and she began to tremble against him. "You make me feel whole and happy…"

"G-God, Adrien," she kissed him this time, and her fingers buried into his hair, caressing his scalp tenderly as their mouths found their perfect rhythm together.

When he pulled back the next time, she knew what he was going to say…but she still couldn't prepare herself. "I love you, Mari," he breathed firmly, staring deeply into her eyes.

She released a gasping moan, letting her head fall back as fresh tears escaped, her body quaking as a rush of emotions exploded through her, and she sobbed uncontrollably. "I l-love you too!"

"I want to be with you," he whispered, and scooped her up, carrying her towards the bed, cradling her close as he climbed onto the plush surface. He laid her down, and peeled off his shirt, laying next to her, pulling her into his body, holding her tight.

It was warm…and it was safe…and she curled into his arms….wanting to stay like that forever as her wet face touched his chest. "Hold me f-forever," she pleaded, and he tensed, gripping her tighter.

"Forever," he promised, kissing her head as she sighed, her eyes fluttering closed. Feeling emotional was exhausting…

"Adrien?" she murmured and he hummed, the rise and fall of his chest slowly lulling her to sleep as she pressed her face into it. "I…want to be with you too…only you…"

"Good," he whispered, kissing her head again.

She smiled. "Maybe Chat, too," she muttered, drifting away.

Adrien chuckled as she disappeared, his words chasing her into her dreams. "We'll see what we can do, but I hear he's not good at sharing."

***POV Change***

Something startled him. Adrien jerked, and he realized it was Plagg, pawing at his cheek.

"You fell asleep, kid," he muttered.

"Shit," he whispered. How had that happened? Someone groaned, snuggling closer to his chest, and he smiled. Oh, right. She was so warm…and so soft. It had been so comfortable. "How long before we have to be up and ready?"

"You still have two hours, but I wasn't sure if you needed to shower...or eat…or…" the kwami smirked.

Adrien scoffed. "Shut up, Plagg," He was not going to take advantage of Mari when she was feeling so raw. The blonde stroked her hair behind her ear gently, placing a kiss against her head. "Marinette," he breathed softly, nudging her.

"Too tired," she complained, making him chuckle.

"Yeah, if it were up to me, I'd stay in bed and sleep all day long too, but we have a shoot to do. Contracts, annoying things," he teased gently, nudging her again. "I didn't know if you needed to shower, so if you want…you can go first," he offered tentatively.

She opened her eyes, and smiled at him. "That's very nice of you," she said softly. "I'm not in need of a shower though," she said slowly, and the blonde nodded, but her hands drifted between their bodies, snaking tightly around his cock, and he hissed, moaning. "Yet. I think I could get much dirtier, don't you?"

"M-Mari," his groaned, licking his lips. "Wh…what are you d-doing?"

"Looks like I'm fondling you, though if you can't even tell, I might not be doing a great job of it," she pouted dramatically.

Adrien swallowed, panting. "Tease," he whispered playfully. "I m-meant…you d-don't have to…I wasn't e-expecting anything?"

"I know, silly boy, but I want to," she said, kissing his mouth, and he drank her lips greedily when she offered that luscious skin to him. "Mm, guess you want to as well," she giggled.

"God, I always want you, Marinette," he growled, grabbed her hips and dragging her into him. "Tell me what you want, and you've got it," he breathed. Normally, he'd take charge, and that's how he liked it as Chat, and as Adrien, he'd have made love to her…earlier…but she seemed determined to be confident, so he was going to let her if it made her happy.

Her face turned bright scarlet, and her mouth opened and closed twice before she managed an answer. "How about…you show me…that..w-worship you were talking a-about.." By the time the last word left her lips, her voice was squeaky and unsure, and he grinned broadly, making her flush brighter.

"God, yes, please!" He frowned, sitting up. "Just one problem…"

Her eyes widened, and she looked around, sitting up. "What?"

"Too many clothes," he teased, gripping her dress, yanking it up and over her head before she could react, and she yelped in surprise.

"N-not funny," she whispered, covering her arms over her bare chest, and he tsked.

"No?" He put his hands against her shoulders, pushing her down slowly until her back touched the comforter. "That's fine," he growled softly, gripping her wrists to move them away from her body. "Because I don't want to laugh," he said, licking his lips.

Watching the quiver ripple through her body from her watching him want her was amazing, and he wasn't sure how he was going to make it through life ever again. If she reacted like that…just knowing he wanted her…desired her…they were in trouble, because he'd have her after every shoot in the dressing room if he had to.

He moved his hands over her forearms, squeezing gently, caressing every inch of skin along the way with his eager fingertips as his mouth claimed her soft lips, pouring everything he felt into the motion.

Her mouth parted with a happy sigh, and her hands gripped his biceps, her nails digging in gently, desperately as one of her legs hooked his hip. She tried to pull his body closer, but he broke from her intoxicating lips slowly, his world swimming with that delicious warmth as he stared down into her loving eyes.

"M-Mari," he murmured, moving his palms over her shoulders to cover her ample breasts, and he gave them both a firm squeeze, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive nipples. She gasped his name, and he felt the acceleration of her heart under his hands as he lowered his mouth to her jaw, layering tender kisses along her porcelain skin. "God, you're so beautiful," he moaned, unable to help himself as she flushed and squirmed under his attention.

Marinette threw a hand over her face, presumably to hide her embarrassment, and stared at him through her splayed fingers when he tossed her a glance. Her free hand played in his golden mane as he slid with practiced, and magical, grace further down her body, locking his eyes with hers.

"So sexy," he said throatily, keeping his gaze on her. He loved the way her orbs clouded over with desire making his body that much more alive. His mouth played over the swell of her breasts, tongue darting out in languid motions to cover each of her sensitive nipples several times to delight in the many pleased noises that ensued from her gorgeous lips.

"P-Please," she finally whimpered under his treacherous tongue.

His hands traced intricate designs down her toned abdomen, caressing her hips…squeezing her thighs….sliding up, so close he could feel the heat radiating from her core, but he refrained, sliding his fingers back down towards her knees as his mouth touched her diaphragm.

"Please?" He made it a question, feigning a little innocence as he created a weave of thick kisses and licks over to her left ribcage, his digits continuing their maddening caress on her inner thighs…always so close to her core, but never quite brushing against her, even when she squirmed and rocked her hips.

Adrien felt his bluenette coming undone, and he was reveling every moment because it was him doing it, but it didn't mean it was easy. His cock twitched violently, wanting nothing more to bury inside of her, and make love to her until he saw more of those…beautiful happy tears he'd seen in the car. He wanted to feel that slow simmering heat they'd experienced together, but he also wanted her to know what she deserved…because she just…didn't seem to understand how amazing and gorgeous she was.

"P-please, A-Adrien, you're driving me crazy," she admitted, squeaking.

His mouth graced her hip bone with sloppy kisses. "Not as crazy as you drive me," he groaned, painfully. He let his agonizing need fill his voice…the ache…want…how much he loved her…desired her… "Believe me," he whispered, pushing her creamy thighs apart and letting his tongue slowly slide along her core over the black lace panties.

The material was not so pleasant on his tongue, but someone had told him most girls didn't mind wearing lace to look sexy. Her back curved, and her nails dug desperately, violently into his crown, and he gasped.

"A-Adrien," she moaned, and his stomach knotted, pulling her soaked panties down and off her legs as his mouth and teeth trailed a wake of nibbles and pecks over her flesh.

"My Goddess," he echoed with equal fervor, pulling her to the edge of the bed gently as he slid to the floor so he had a better angle, tugging her powerful legs over his shoulders, but she put a foot on his chest to stop him.

The look in her eyes scared him for a fraction, but before he could panic, her words came tumbling free. "D-Do you really…want to?" He must have looked a little confused because she continued, blushing. "W-want to be with m-me…just me?"

His smile was bright, genuine. "Yes, Marinette. You and nobody else, forever," he replied easily, pushing her foot aside, but she stopped him again.

"A-Adrien, I w-want to tell you something…th-that you deserve to know…and I-I'm scared you're going to h-hate me for it," she whispered, her eyes wavering. "B-But I can't let you keep going on without knowing."

It was his turn to panic because Adrien realized, with nauseating consequence, exactly what she wanted to tell him. After all, hadn't he revealed his Chat side to her? He'd kept the knowledge of her Ladybug side to himself because he knew how adamant his Lady was about keeping her identity to herself, and he wanted her to be able to share it in her own time, but…he never…he wasn't sure if he should tell her he had already known…or keep it to himself and hope she never found out. After all, only Tikki and Plagg knew he had discovered it. He was afraid if he told her, she'd think all his advances were because of that and not because he liked Marinette.

"I couldn't ever hate you Marinette," his brain faltered.

"Y-You don't understand," she started to cry, and he pulled her to a sitting position on the foot of the bed, hugging her into him. "I…h-hurt you without you knowing I d-did..and I m-mean…I wasn't t-trying to…but…it…just g-got so messy…and I wasn't expecting…"

He sighed, shaking his head. She felt so guilty about caring for Chat as Marinette? He could understand that, but if he told her he knew…he felt like she'd try and warp it in her brain that he'd only ever cared for her due to her secret ego.

"Shh, Mari, hold on…" He looked around slowly. "Plagg, I know you're there."

The obsidian kwami floated up from under the bed, which made Adrien's face contort a little, but he let it go. "That didn't sound like proper rutting to me," he commented, fondling a piece of camembert.

Adrien groaned. "Not…the time, Plagg," he shot back, and Marinette giggled.

"Hey, Plagg," she waved a little, blushing when Adrien eyed her familiar response. "W-We've…met…just once or twice…" she explained. "He saved me when you…" her eyes widened. "Chat couldn't help me with Style Queen because you were trapped as a gold statue," she blurted out, unveiling her secret with such ease that she…didn't…realize…she'd done it until she saw him staring at her with wide eyes.

"I m-m-mean that as in…c-couldn't help me…that you were…" her arms were flailing and she looked like she was going to choke on her tongue in the process.

"Please, Mari, listen, try…try…to listen before you explode…but I know, m'lady…"

She stilled, immediately…under the guise of her formal nickname, her eyes widening before narrowing to dangerous slits. He swallowed, and God…he'd be lying if he didn't say the dangerous Ladybug glinting through her orbs now was…fucking hot.

"You…know?"

He took a deep breath, nodding, pushing her hair behind her ears. "Please, listen," he said firmly. "I don't want lies or secrets anymore, which is why I'm telling you. I'm pretty sure I could not tell you and get away with it, but I don't want to do that, Marinette, I really don't," he said slowly, and her eyes softened…albeit, only minutely.

"I…," he blew out a sigh. "I sort of figured it out just a few days ago," he admitted carefully, watching for her reaction, and she started to pull away from him. "Listen," he hissed, then more softly. "Please?"

He watched her swallow and visibly force herself to relax. "Y-You're right…you deserve more than immediate reactions of anger."

Adrien smiled. "Thank you, Princess," he kissed the backs of her hands. "I kind of figured it out when I brought you home that night you got drunk with Chloe because you, uh, made very assertive advances on Chat…and…as badly as I wanted to fuck you…I had to decline due to your state. I didn't want you to wake up…feeling…taken advantage of, or thinking you'd made a mistake and risk losing you over it. I didn't want my first time with you to be like…that…" he explained slowly, hoping she understood.

She actually smiled, and nodded. "Such a gentlemen, as always, Chaton," she managed to tease, and it produced a grin from his lips.

"However, apparently, in your inebriated state, you made some sort of decision, I'm not sure what, because I had left, which was probably stupid on my part not to watch you, that you didn't want to be alone and rejected…so you were going to 'be like Chat' and use your mask…to be confident," he chuckled a little as she blushed.

"Okay…," she frowned.

"Ladybug showed up in my room," he breathed.

"Oh, God! I didn't!"

He let out a bark of laughter. "You sure did, bugaboo. You were…very forward….I think the term 'big boy' may have been thrown around a little, and you were on top of me, grinding away…you were very wet through your armor," he shivered blissfully. God…she'd been…so warm…so strong…wet..

She gasped. "I didn't say that…I didn't do that!"

Adrien snorted, laughing. "I believe m'lady, your exact words were 'my, my big boy, now that's how you take on a superheroine,' as you were eyeing my…naked equipment since you'd basically stripped me of my towel and had me on the bed. Then you got on top of me and started to fuck me through your armor," he teased.

"Oh, my God," she said, mortified, covering her flaming cheeks."H-How did you…f-figure out my identity through all that?"

He smiled. "You kissed me before that, and I tasted the alcohol, not that it alone would be that big a clue, but then I was trying to think through…the amazing feeling of Ladybug on top of me because I'd had a crush on her forever, of course, so the first thing that I blurted out as you're fucking me was 'what about you and Chat, I thought you guys might be a thing?"

Marinette made a noise. "You knew…we weren't…at the time…"

He kissed her mouth slowly, and nodded. "It was the first thing that came to mind and I was trying to gain my bearings…you're very…intimidating sometimes," he teased, watching her blush again, and he chuckled. "However, your reply…didn't make any sense at all. You immediately said…Chat didn't want you."

Her eyes widened, and he nodded. "I knew that couldn't possibly true, seeing as he was right there…secretly, of course, and I asked you how you knew that, and you just said 'he had his chance tonight and he just made excuses' and it just…clicked in my brain…because the only person Chat had been with was.."

"Me," she murmured.

Adrien nodded. "I didn't…tell you sooner because I know how adamant you are about keeping your secret, and I wanted….to keep doing that for you…Mari. You've…always stood by it, please…don't be angry with me. I wanted you to be able to tell me, if and when you were ready. I was just thinking of you…honestly."

"B-But everything…the last few days..was after…"

He cut her off, shaking his head vehemently. "That's why I called Plagg, you can ask him…I've…been…on about you…for weeks…months…longer maybe if he can recall."

"Years," Plagg said dryly. "He was just too dense and stuck on Ladybug to notice he cared about a girl two feet in front of him."

He watched her eye the kwami suspiciously, but Tikki appeared. "Don't be stubborn, Marinette, you care about him, so don't waste it on this. He really has cared about you for a long time. In both forms." The way she spoke fondly of him made his face flush brightly, and he looked away, embarrassed. "Even if he is as much of an idiot as his kwami," she huffed.

"Does this mean you're going to stop masturbating in your dressing room thinking about Marinette?"

"PLAGG!" He swatted at the being, who flew away, cackling. "No more camembert!"

"But you LOOOOVE me!" the ancient called, disappearing into the bathroom.

"Y-You…uh…alleviated yourself thinking about me?" Her ears were red when he looked at her, and now he was nervous.

"Yeah, s-sorry…told you I g-get…so worked up around y-you that—a"

"FOUR TIMES!" Plagg shouted.

"PLAGG! For fucks sake," he groaned, covering his face, suddenly, embarrassed.

He yelped his surprise as Marinette yanked him backwards onto the bed, but she rolled their bodies so she was on top, fumbling with his pants to get them off his body.

"I d-don't get…I m-mean…what?"

"Get it off," she commanded, removing his jeans, and he helped her.

She crawled up his body again, straddling his waist, rubbing herself eagerly against his cock and his mind went blank for several seconds as the ecstasy made his abdomen fill with fire and aching tightness.

"M-Marinette?" He couldn't keep the confusion out of his voice.

"F-four times Adrien, really?" She moaned, pulling her lip between her teeth as her body quivered, and his brows shot up. She rocked her hips firmly, and he gripped them in his strong hands, groaning, thrusting up to meet her.

"Y-yes…?" He wasn't…sure what was happening.

"G-god, kitty, I turn you on that much?" A smirk was playing along her lips, and he realized…she was getting turned on by…his excitement for her. It was becoming a very circular affect as she bucked against him again, and his head tipped back.

"F-Fuck yes, Mari," he admitted, delighting in the hot wetness sliding against his length. It felt incredible…and he wasn't even inside her yet.

"Ladybug," she said firmly, forcing him to look at her with his mouth hanging open. She grabbed his hands and slid them up her body with her own to grip her full breasts, squeezing. When she dropped her hands to his chest, he left them there, flicking his thumbs over her nipples watching her shiver in delight. "When I'm on top, you may call me Ladybug," she ordered, sliding a hand between them to position him at her entrance before impaling herself on him.

His back arched, and he growled. "God, fuck, y-yes m'lady!"

"Mm," she moaned, licking her lips as he flattened out again. "Better Chaton," she said, voice growing dark and sexy, and he watched her confidence creeping in. "Let's see if kitty takes orders as well here as he does on the battlefield," she whispered throatily as she rocked her body violently above him, and his nails scraped her hips the tiniest fraction as he thrust almost uncontrollably. F-Fuck…!

AUTHOR NOTE REVIEWS:

Faefolk11, I LOVED…that part too :P I don't think their day was entirely nice…but I think they got everything aired…and …things are going to be amazing now!

trying414…I think..they might finally…be…in sync *crosses fingers*

kazza2182, oh ho-ho, yes, still many conflicts ahead, but at least these two have figured each other out…doesn't mean they won't still have obstacles to overtake! And yes, finally…he made her listen to him. Yeah, I wanted Adrien to have a contrast with Mari as 'himself' versus as when she knows him as Chat.

SirirusBlack1, LOL! I'm glad you LOVED the last chapter! Hopefully this one is okay too, though not as much fun, I think it was good for getting everything between the two sorted…mostly! GOOOO ADRIEN/CHAT!

Nymphadora, She was handling it better because her brain was still…catching up…and…being turned on makes higher function slow down, lol…so…not necessarily handling it well…just not processing correctly. Hopefully this chapter was okay!

b.d.p.r4454, You're very welcome for the updates, and I think I'm okay saying..YES…they are a thing now…I will be making the arrangements ;)

emjrabbitwolf, Yes, whirl of emotions is more than accurate! Giving in and just taking it to his assertive Chat side was the best course he could figure, and I LOVE the 'fuck it' line too, lol. So easy..so simple…so needed. The changing area concept would be interesting…hm…I hadn't thought of that…mind if I think about using it? I won't of course if you say no, just got me wondering now…Oh…he WILL be making some marks, no way Chat/Adrien WON'T be marking what is his for the others to know. Much more tension coming despite the make-up here, because…shoots are still professional (it's going to be fun) PLUS…we do have more Chloe relationship development coming…and Luka/Lila interference approaching! Lock your trays in the upright position!