Chapter Eighteen: Marinette is Mine

Chloe bumped into her back and they giggled, tilting their heads to look at the camera as it shuttered. The slow smirk that graced Marinette's lips was a mixture of confident sensuality, and peaceful ease. Everything felt right. The hurt and betrayal that had been so immediate when she'd found out about Adrien today hadn't lasted as long as she'd thought, and in retrospect, she was sure it had more to do with kicking herself more than anything.

If she hadn't insisted on the secret for so long, they might have been happier sooner. Not only that, he hadn't even been mad at her when he'd discovered who she was…he was…too perfect. She was in heaven.

They were modeling some of the Italian lines today to help the Milan run. Currently, the dynamic duo, as they'd been dubbed, were showing off some of the cocktail dresses for the shoot, and were supposed to walk them later in the evening.

Chloe's design was crimson, flushing right against her curves, and the lace was laid over a silk piece of fabric. There were intricate floral designs in the lace, and where it cut from the underlay to cover just her flesh, the breathtaking design danced vibrantly against her ivory skin, down her arms and along her neck. She looked gorgeous.

Marinette's dress was a soft shade of pink, and the skirt was layered and flirty, with a single shimmering silver strap over her left shoulder. A diamond was cut out of the middle of the back of her design, and the skirt was playful so that when she spun fast enough, it lifted. Good thing she tested that in private, but it was fun, and light, made of chiffon. Her heels were silver, and the straps wrapped around her ankle, which was still a little sore, and she wobbled, leaning against her partner, giggling again as the blonde snickered.

"Klutz," she muttered, but it was affectionate.

"You're glowing, mademoiselle," Jacques commented, laughing as he looked at her, and the bluenette blushed. "C'est manifique! Et Chloe! Belle!" His voice was boisterous and several of the Italian models cooperating with them today scooted closer.

She didn't mind them looking, despite the blush creeping into her cheeks, because at least she was clothed today, but she caught his gaze from far away, and the smirk playing on his lips was far less…pure observation, making her stomach flutter. His green orbs raked down her body, causing tightness and heat that only hands and mouths should be able to, and she shiver, swallowing.

His smirk widened, and her eyes narrowed at him way in the back of the warehouse. "Can Chain-Me-Up give us a spin?" Jacques asked playfully, and she kept her eyes on Adrien, but she giggled, obeying the order with ease, but she spun too fast on purpose, making everyone gasp, though she couldn't be sure if it was sexual or shock.

Marinette knew she'd flashed her pink bikini panties to the room, and when she slowed to a stop, it was her turn to smirk at Adrien. Now, his eyes were narrowed, but she still saw the glint of heat there. She had to admit she liked his possessive side a bit, and although she wasn't going to push it that much, this was a photo shoot, and it wasn't like she wasn't doing lingerie next. Everybody was going to see a lot more of her.

However, watching his eyes rake down her body again, unable to come to her, she was feeling emboldened by the second, and the bluenette captured his gaze, drawing her lip tantalizingly slow between her teeth, letting her lids flutter down. She vaguely heard the camera shuttering, but the look on his face…

He came to an abrupt still, and his cheeks filled with warmth, and even at their distance she saw his eyes clouding over, and his jaw clenched. It almost looked like anger, but she recognized it as…barely controlled restraint. He crossed his arms over his chest, frustrated, but a slow smirk crossed over his lips, and Marinette frowned. Why did he look so smug?

"Break time!" Someone shouted and she shrunk in on herself. Oh…crap.

His smirk grew. She was in trouble…

Unless…

She could…

Avoid him…

He must have seen the look of a trapped animal on her face because he shifted, spreading his arms wide. It was like he said, go ahead. Then he held up a finger. Okay, but wait…he pointed at the clock and made a circle motion with his finger…time moving…later? Yeah…

Then he just gripped his right hand gently, waiting, watching her face, but she stared at the way he was gripping his hand. He was covering….his ring. Oh…she could try to hide from Adrien…if she wanted, but if she managed to avoid him, then later it would…be…Chat who visited her instead…

Her eyes widened, and she saw him throw his head back, chuckling. Chat wouldn't be as…gentle…not that…she was scared…but damn…

She smiled, blushing at his, kind of idle threat, because they both knew she'd be happy either way, but he jerked his head towards the direction of his dressing room, and she gave a small nod.

"Want to get lunch?" Chloe asked softly, and Marinette started, gasping. "Holy crap, why do you look like you just got caught fucking your brother?"

"What in the actual hell? Why would I look like that!?" Her screech of panic made her heart pound, and Marinette grabbed her chest.

"I just mean you look really guilty."

"I'm n-not guilty, I just have to g-go get some air," she whispered hoarsely and Chloe laughed.

The blonde leaned in and whispered. "If you mean go hook-up with your not-so-secret lover, I'm all for it Mari, but geez, try to not look so horny, you're melting everyone's cock over here," she grunted, making the bluenette gasp.

She looked around rapidly, and sure enough, almost every man was staring at her…some of the women too.

"S-Sorry," she breathed, and Chloe gave her a shove.

"At least one of us gets to enjoy him," she teased, but she sounded a little sad too, making Marinette feel a little guilty now. However, when she looked, Chloe turned away, and she sighed.

Later, she'd address that later. Right now, she ran because her body ached…and her panties were soaked. When she rounded the corner to the hall leading to his room, she ran straight into Luka, and gasped. His hands kept her from falling, and he leaned her into the wall, staring down at her.

"Whoa, you were really moving," he chuckled.

"S-sorry," she whispered, and his palms slid down to her hips, pulling an automatic gasp from her lips, and her cheeks burned.

"W-Wow," he echoed her sentiment and pushed into her, rubbing against her soft body. He was already so hard, and she swallowed a groan.

Luka felt good, but he wasn't Adrien, and her mind knew the difference. Her heart knew the difference too…the problem was…her body had a tiny fractional bit telling the difference. Well, it certainly knew the difference in the way they felt, the problem really was, Luka didn't feel bad, and his hardness brushing her core still caused a delicious friction she wished it didn't between her thighs.

"Luka," she tried evenly. "I appreciate th-the.." he ground forward again and her back curved, pulling a shudder down her body, and her hands clung to his arms so she wouldn't fall on her unsteady legs. "S-Stop!" She bit out, and she was glad when he did.

"Don't we have fun together Mari?" His voice was low, throaty, and she shivered with all the implications it help. His hands touched the bottom of her skirt, pushing it up as he slid to his knees.

"N-no, Luka, please I m-mean it, I want you to stop this time," her voice got a little more panicked, trying to find the words she meant to say. She'd already said no, and stop, and although they'd lacked a lot of conviction, they were still no and stop…

"Didn't it feel good last time?" He breathed, looking up at her, and she swallowed, trying to pull away, but he gripped her skirt tightly to her outer thighs closer to her hips.

"Luka, please don't," she whispered a little more firmly, inhaling slowly. He wasn't hurting her, so she tried to swallow her panic down. There was no reason to panic. He was being way too forward and pushy when he shouldn't be, but she'd allowed it last time, so maybe that was a little bit her fault…maybe he thought she was playing hard to get…whatever it was…she needed to be a little more firm..

"I'd be very careful where you think of putting your hands or mouth next Luka," Adrien growled dangerously, and she stilled, goosebumps marching down her entire body. Marinette chanced a sideways glance to her left, and the blonde had his shoulder leaning against the doorframe of his room, arms cross over his chest.

By all pretenses, he looked nonchalant, but she could tell he was coiled. There was a tense set to his shoulders, and he was barely controlling the urge to pounce.

"Yeah? Pray tell, Agreste, why? Do you think you're the only one who has ever enjoyed her beautiful body?" Luka's fingers flexed on her body, and she tried not to move, but she flinched. "Delicious isn't it?" She saw Adrien lose several fractions of his control, shoving away from the door, stalking forward with a grace he had no business having when he was that angry…or even being human.

Marinette gasped, panic flooding her veins. She didn't want him to hurt Luka because…well she didn't want him to kill Luka, because as dumb as Luka was being, he didn't deserve it, and Adrien would eventually regret it…maybe. Plus, he'd get in a lot of trouble. She didn't want him to hurt himself for her, so she gathered what strength she had and shoved Luka's hands off her, pushing him back forcefully so he fell backwards on his ass in his surprise.

The bluenette rushed to collide with Adrien's chest, hopefully to stop him from continuing forward. "Please, stop," she whispered so low that only he would hear. "I don't want you to do something you'll get in trouble for…"

He seemed to falter…to listen, his arms curling around her, but he growled, low and long. "Keep your hands off what's mine Luka. Marinette's mine Luka, not yours, not anyone else's as of now. My girlfriend, my lover, mine,"he snarled possessively, and she blushed against his chest before yelping in surprise when he yanked her forward, shoving her through the door, slamming it closed.

Oh, God, he probably thought she'd wanted Luka to…it probably looked bad…

His mouth was on hers abruptly, his body pushing her back violently until her back pressed so hard into a wall she thought she'd pass right through it. His fingers clawed at her dress, pushing the hem up desperately as he fed on her lips and she was drowning. He got her skirt up around her waist, and his fingers ripped her panties clear from her body, hooking her left leg over his hip as he thrust violently against her. Marinette cried out against his mouth and he tore free, panting, putting his mouth to her ear.

"Does Princess enjoy teasing me on set?" His voice was dark, probing, and he rocked his throbbing cock against her slit, pulling a moan from her soft trembling lips. She swallowed, fingers curling into his shoulders. He growled, warning against her earlobe. "Answer me, Mari."

"Y-yes," she admitted. "I love…turning you on…t-teasing you…it m-makes me feel g-good about m-myself," she whispered.

"Mmm, naughty Princess, I like it," he breathed, rubbing deliciously against her to illicit more pleasure and she quivered, moaning.

"Ooo, please," she whimpered.

He reached between them, and the bluenette heard him undoing his pants before he pushed them down enough to expose himself, picking her up all the way, and thrusting inside of her, against the wall.

"Fuck yes!" She screamed, throwing her head back.

"Look at me," he demanded, pulling her face forward again, putting her forehead to his. "You're mine," he said firmly, thrusting again, and she whimpered, eyes fluttering.

"Y-yours," she moaned loudly, rocking her hips back against him.

"I'm not playing, Mari. I mean it. Mine. Only, mine. Mine," he growled.

She flushed brightly, bucking against him so he growled with pleasure. "Fuckin' yours," she cooed. "Yours, Chat," she said throatily. "Yours, Adrien. All yours, both of you, two sides of the same man I love," she breathed. "ONLY…yours…" she said firmly.

He moaned his pleasure…with her words…with her thrusts…with…everything, she hoped, and he started pounding into her at such a heated pace she barely had time to register the build in pressure before her orgasm overpowered her mind.

"Adrien!" She screamed, convulsing against the wall as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm, his Chat sounds driving her further over the edge, keeping her under far longer than she imagined, until she felt them moving.

"Wh-What…"

He set her down, and then…he was forcing her…doubling her over the vanity, making her gasp as he shoved her layered skirt up, squeezing her ass cheeks in his palms.

"Such a tempting piece of meat to offer a predator, Princess," he smirked at her in the mirror, and she flushed, eyes widening. He slid to his knees behind her, and his mouth laid sloppy kisses on her left cheek before he began lapping at the flesh, and his fingers slid along her dripping core, circling her clit and she gasped. "Stare at your pretty face while you do that, and tell me how good it feels," he said, and she could hear the shit eating grin on his face.

Marinette stared into her own eyes, her cheeks bright and a thin sheet of sweat glistened on her face. His fingers teased her sensitive nub again, and her eyes rolled a little as she moaned. "G-God, Adrien it feels so good…." Well, it was easy to do anyway, because it was the truth. His tongue darted out and touched the skin of her ass, and her eyes widened. "Wh-why am I doing th-this…" she asked softly, staring at herself.

"Self-confidence boost. Helps with charisma," he murmured, nibbling on her skin, "and distraction." Another lick.

His fingers flicked her clit, and she quivered, crying out. "Mmm, that f-feels good when you lick and flick at the same time…does it really work for a confidence booster?" She frowned slowly. "Distraction from what?"

His teeth pierced her skin, and her back curved violently, but God…it felt good as his fingers found a torturously fast pace on her clit to distract her from the pain…

***POV Change***

"Is that...a bruise on your butt," Chloe's whisper wasn't as low as she thought it was, but nobody would be able to hear her still. Well, nobody but Adrien, oh, and the bluenette she was actually trying to talk to.

"Wh-what? N-no!"

"Oh, God, you're right…it's a bruise surrounding…a fuckin' bite mark!" Chloe gasped. "Oh…man…is..is Adrien rough in the sack? Oh…man…I'm g-gonna…"

"Ch-Chloe are you okay? What's the matter?"

"That's so fucking hot.."

"Adrien," Nathalies' voice sounded a little impatient, and he sighed, looking at her. "Your father needs a word."

"I figured as much," he grunted, nodding as he followed the woman outside and got into the parked car without a word. His father's face appeared on the tablet as she held it up for him.

"Adrien," he said firmly.

"Father," he countered.

"I received your message that you've decided to inform Human Resources of an internal relationship?" Nathalie looked surprised, and Adrien tried to hide his smile. The woman's face didn't slip often.

"That's right, father. It does say in my contract if I'm to date anyone I work with, we're to let Human Resources know so the company can't be held liable in case anything happens. We're not supposed to keep it secret, or do I need to go back over my contract again?"

"Who, may I ask, is the lucky lady after all these years?"

"Does it matter?"

His father's face hardened. "I think it should if she's going to be beside you at social events. Especially, son, after I've tried to arrange women for you before with adamant refusal on your end time and time again. It's the one thing you never waver in, so yes, it matters."

Adrien grimaced, looking away from the screen for a moment. His father was right of course. He'd put her in a spot because now, she would be even more famous if he stayed in the industry…even if she stopped modeling. She'd be at functions with him because Adrien had been the 'unobtainable' bachelor for so long, with great speculation on whether he was even straight or catchable.

He didn't look at the screen again. "I'm dating her with or without your approval father, just know that ahead of time," he said firmly. "I've cared about her long before now. She's the main reason I never chose anyone else…and I finally got the nerve to tell her how I felt."

Silence for such a long period ensued that Adrien thought the connection might have dropped, but Gabriel sighed. "I hope she's a good woman than, Adrien, because I can't just let any girl stand beside you, and I don't want to fight you on it," he admitted.

He smiled a little. "Aside from a recent incident that wasn't her fault, I'm sure you'll find you already like her a bit, and that most people find her trustworthy, kind, and she's very talented."

"Then we shouldn't have any issues. A name to go with such great qualities?"

Adrien looked at his father. "Marinette 'Chain-me-up' Dupain-Cheng, father."

He watched carefully, but his father only offered a warm smile. It was the same one he saw…when he'd come into the office with Marinette that day…the first day…acting like he was so comfortable with her. Like he…liked her a lot.

"I admit, Mari is quite a girl," he breathed. "You have impeccable taste, Adrien. If I'd known you were holding out for such a…special beauty, I might not have been so pushy before," he said in a tone that made Adrien's inner Chat growl possessively. It made his 'tail' swish and his claws flex. Mine. "We'll discuss more over dinner tomorrow, bring her with you," he said flatly, and before Adrien could register his surprise, the screen went blank.

"W-wait!"

"Yes, Adrien, he's flying back out tomorrow, and he'll be at the mansion," she said softly. After a moment, she added. "She really is lovely and kind…"

He gave her a smile, nodding. "Thanks, Nathalie. She's amazing." However…he wasn't sure what reaction he'd get when he told the fiery bluenette she had to face her childhood idol face to face at dinner tomorrow…probably mental meltdown.

AUTHOR NOTES REVIEWS:

Kazza2182, ooo don't worry, plenty of story left…and we will definitely get to Lila

b.d.p.r4454, lol, I loved the slip up idea, because she was so flustered and it just kinda went…whoops! Lol, glad you loved it!

Faefolk11, yes, so glad to get it done! Of course there shall still be drama, they're still young, but the bulk is over now…or is it O.O…and goddamn..does Luka have a fuckin' death wish…did….did you see what he just did?

NazaKaos, aww, ty, you're so very kind! I'm glad you enjoyed it that much! I thought it was a fun, odd way to do it and have her slip up! I will KEEP GOING! You're very welcome, I'm happy to keep spending time on it if you're happy to keep reading, I already have more story ideas for when this and Weave of Destiny (and when I finally get the next chapter of Shadow done) are all done…so I'm not short on story ideas as long as I'm not short on fans to share with!

Emjrabbitwolf, first of all, thank you for allowing me to think on your idea, as I will probably slip it in somewhere soon, you're awesome, but I try to use as many of my own as possible, but artists find inspiration everywhere! Of course she has to stumble and flail at least once, she's Marinette! Oh, yeah…love bites…was…totally getting to that if you didn't just…see *grins wickedly*Alya…is going to freak…when Mari remembers to text her…she has been…quite a busy…and not so in touch friend…mostly sexing…and drinking…and sexing…and yes! Internal relationships must be reported! ENJOY the upcoming chapters!

Nymphadora, He ALMOST did…my fingers were teetering on it…because I…literally…do not plan the chapter ahead…I just write each one out as I go…no plans…just zoom across my keyboard and post, so I'm glad he was honest too. Each chapter is basically a surprise for me as I go as much as it is for you when I post it ^_^ glad you enjoyed!

trying414, oh, my lovely supporter, I love when you talk dirty to me…please…by all means *fans self* keep it coming…because I think you're fueling all these horny scenes right now *winks playfully* I'm glad you're still enjoying.