Chapter Twenty: It's Official

Adrien frowned, yawning as consciousness tugged along the strings of his brain. He tried to stretch, but something heavy was between his arms, and he smiled automatically. Right. He would have to remember from now on that he may not be waking up alone anymore. Or, at least get used to waking up more often with Marinette in his arms.

He shifted a little, but she barely stirred, and his hands cascaded down her back, kissing her head. She was still naked. Well, for that matter, so was he. "Plagg," he whispered. Silence from the room. "Plagg," he said more firmly and the kwami grumbled.

"Can't you sleep late like a normal human? Mari sleeps late…follow her example."

"How early is it?" He made sure to keep his voice low as to not wake the beauty in his arms.

The destruction kwami made a few grumbling comments and finally responded. "It's only six forty-five in the morning. Too early to be up," he said scornfully.

Adrien nodded. He carefully peeled his arms free from around the bluenette, making sure she didn't wake. "Get over here," he said rolling his eyes as the complaints filled the air again.

"Whaaa," Plagg muttered, floating upwards, and Adrien realized he'd been curled around Tikki on the floor by the bed.

"If Mari wakes, tell her I'll be back, okay? You can lay in my spot," Adrien said softly, and reached down gently to pick up the small crimson kwami.

"Marinette?" Tikki popped a blue eye open and almost fell out of Adrien's hands when she started.

"Shh," he whispered softly. "I'm just setting you with Plagg in the bed," he assured. "I want him to be there in case she wakes up and I'm not here. I usually work-out in the morning and I don't want her to feel abandoned."

Tikki cooed, smiling, nestling her face against his thumb. "I'll make sure he doesn't forget," she breathed, yawning.

Adrien smiled. "Thanks, Tikki," he gave her head a peck and set her next to the glaring black kwami. "What?"

"You have your own mate," he hissed possessively.

Adrien quirked a brow. "Yeah, yeah, just keep an eye on mine, and I'll keep my hands off yours, deal" he teased.

Plagg muttered under his breath, but he dropped his chin against Tikki's back, closing his vibrant green eyes, and Adrien smiled, shaking his head. Well, he got his possessive nature from his kwami, there was no question.

He grabbed a pair of gray of sweat pants from his cabinet, pocketed his key to the room, and exited as quietly as possible. Not that it would have mattered, because he knew from years of school that Marinette was a sound sleeper…and a late riser…and he was sure some of those days were due to Ladybug incidents, but not all.

The blonde man rotated his shoulders as he entered the foyer and moved into the kitchen and surprisingly, there were a decent number of people already loitering inside. He usually got up at five, so the house was quiet then, but he could work around people. He was just going to grab some fruit and some water anyway.

"Adrien," a familiar voice said, and he smiled.

"Gustave," he replied, turning to face the fellow blonde model. "Didn't think you were making this trip, it's good to see you," he said easily.

"Yes, well, I had a cancellation, so I thought I'd see my favorite eye candy," he teased, and Adrien shook his head. "Of course, I've heard the rumor he has finally been taken?"

Adrien smirked, padding towards the fridge. "Oh, rumors, they're so vicious," he said loudly, leaning into the compartment to grab a few bottles of water. "How could I be taken if I'm holding out hope for you Gustave?"

The model pouted and shook his head. "Such a tease, Adrien. I'd say, judging by all those marks on your back you're not wasting time keeping your lady….or man satisfied?"

Adrien smirked broader as everyone leaned closer. He knew that some of the group already guessed because he'd all but told them when he carried Mari in the day before, but Gustave was digging for details, and it was still in question whether he was into men he supposed.

He closed the refrigerator door and walked over to the islander, eyes narrowing when he spotted Luka chatting with Chloe. He turned slowly, so his back was to the man, facing Gustave, and leaned his hip against the counter. A couple of people gasped, presumably from the extent of the marks on his back, but he couldn't be completely sure. His smirk only got wider.

"Lady, Gustave. I'm dating a woman," he said.

"Oh, wonderful, who is the lucky girl?"

Adrien popped the top off his water, taking a quick sip, shrugging. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng," he tried to sound nonchalant, to breeze by it, but he felt the dumb grin covering his entire face, so he looked at the floor to hide it.

"Oh ho-ho," Gustave laughed loudly. "Chain-me-up? Wow, that's, wow," he laughed again. "Is she amazing in bed?"

Adrien stilled a little and sighed. He should have expected questions like that, but his inner Chat still poised, coiling. "I'm not going to discuss things like that," he responded firmly. "It's ungentlemanly."

"Oh, c'mon," Andrew chorused from nearby, making him frown.

Adrien tensed, but Chloe saved him from starting a fight. "Guys, he already said no. You could learn from his example. Damn," she said, shoving up from his seat and she came around, looping his arm. "I'll walk you to wherever you're headed?"

He offered her a genuine smile. "Of course, Chlo', it would be my honor."

They didn't even make it to the door. "Are you fuckin' Chloe, too?" This from Matthew, who sounded bitter, and Adrien turned, tense. "If so, can I have a turn with each of them? I'll take Chain-me-up first if you're going with Chloe now," he laughed, and a couple of people joined him.

Adrien took a step forward, but Chloe put a hand on his arm. "Ugh, seriously? Adrien has far more class than that. He's not fucking Marinette, dumbass. He's dating her. I'm sure you wouldn't know the difference. When's the last time you went on a date?" He watched the fiery blonde cross her arms. "The relationship with your right hand doesn't count," she spat, and he tried to stop his snort.

"Bitch," he snapped.

"Cunt," she countered.

Adrien shoved her out the door before it got any further, but he looked at the group of people. "I am dating Marinette…the paperwork is already in with the office," he said slowly, staring at each of their faces, settling on Luka who looked livid, and it made his inner beast purr with smug satisfaction. "So, if anybody wants to try anything with her, and I'll be very upset," he said firmly, eyes narrowing. "She's mine."

Nobody moved. He smiled, retreating. "Marinette can handle herself y'know," Chloe said as they walked, and he nodded.

"Yup, but, I wanted to make it clear," he said.

"You wanted to strut your Alpha," she countered, giggling.

He sighed, smiling. "Yeah, it's a guy thing."

She nodded this time. "Yeah, but it's definitely new to Adrien…I've never seen you so possessive. She means that much to you?"

He slid his eyes towards her, clenching his teeth. If he couldn't be honest with Chloe, who could he be honest with? "She's my world," he breathed.

She faltered, stopping, and he turned to face her. "R-Really?"

He frowned at the pain in her voice. "Yes," he said firmly, adamantly. "Why?"

"You b-better be sure, Adrien, because I mean you j-just started dating," she sniffled, and he was caught off guard.

"What's the matter, Chlo?" He didn't understand why she was so upset.

"If you're going to tell her she's your world you better b-be damn sure you mean it A-Agreste!" Her voice was rising, and his eyes widened. "You c-can't just throw terms like that around and not expect p-people to g-get hurt if you don't mean them!" She hit him in the chest, and he stumbled back, just a step, but it surprised her. "O-Oh…I'm sorry!"

He felt his inner beast rising, protective, angry, for a completely different reason than with Marinette, but there it sat, coiling again. "Who the hell hurt you Chloe?" His eyes narrowed.

"It's n-nobody," she deflated, shaking her head, and he saw the tears falling freely down her face.

He had a horrifying thought. "It w-wasn't me was it?"

"O-Oh! G-God, no no," she sniffled, smiling. "I've always kind of known you had a crush on Mari, you used to look at her kind of in a way during school," she said softly. "And everybody knew she was gaga for you, so I knew for a long time you guys were going to end up together eventually. It's a little sad, because you're sexy, and I'd love to know what you're like in bed," she admitted, blushing, "but you're my best friend, and I'm happy for you."

Huh. Wow. Uh…did… "Did you just…gloss over…talking about…knowing about my true love forever, me being dense about it, wanting to fuck me, and then calling me your best friend all in one go?"

She giggled, wiping her face. "Oh, shut up. If you don't know almost every girl thinks about you at least once when they're masturbating, you're far denser than I thought."

Whoa…wow….he uh…His face burned, blinking at Chloe. She was always forward but this…He swallowed loudly, and heat pooled in his gut. It wasn't that he wanted to…sleep with Chloe..but it wasn't a total unpleasant thought…her pleasuring herself to him.

"Head in the game Agreste!"

He blushed harder. "S-sorry!"

"Geez, one mention of a girl fingering herself to your pictures and you're back to being a horny teenage boy! UGH!" She flipped her hair. "I thought with all those marks," she pointed. "You'd be satiated by now."

His eyes widened, swallowing again. "N-Not even close," he whispered. She frowned. "I m-mean! It's not because it…it isn't great," he breathed. "It's amazing, in fact, better than I ever imagined," he blurted. "I j-just can't get enough of her…"

"What are you doing down here then?" She quirked a brow.

"Work-out routine?"

She crossed her arms, pursing her lips. "The woman you love, the woman you can't get enough of, is presumably, in your room, and you're going to go work-out?"

He looked around. "Uh, yeah?"

She punched his shoulder. "Idiot. You afraid your abs will deflate? Will skipping a few days kill you? Or waiting until you're a little more satisfied?"

"Sh-She's sleeping…"

"Adrien," she sighed, pinching her nose between her fingers. "I doubt she's going to be too mad if you wake her up to eat her out. That's a good morning breakfast any girl will kill for."

"Geez-us, Chlo!"

She smirked. "It's true. So, keep that in mind, next time you want to go work-out instead of dine in," she laughed at his face, which was glowing crimson.

"I-I-I d-don't know what I'm s-supposed to say t-to that," he croaked.

"C'mon Agreste, we'll work-out together, and then you can go back to your room. From now on though, take my advice. Mari will appreciate it," she teased.

***90 minutes later***

Adrien toweled his hair as he stepped out of the shower, peering into the bedroom. Marinette was finally showing signs of life, and he smiled. He hadn't taken Chloe's advice to wake her to…dine in because he wanted her to get some rest, but he was logging the idea away for future reference.

However, he did realize, with slow irritation, with himself, that Chloe had talked herself right out of his question. She didn't tell him who'd hurt her, but he sure as hell would find out sooner or later. She didn't deserve to feel the way she did.

"Adrien?" Her voice was sleep laden with sleep, but there was a small note of panic, and he padded out to greet her.

"I'm here," he said softly. "Didn't want to climb back in bed smelly after working out, so I had to shower."

"You worked out?" She blinked her blue eyes up at him, and he could tell she was trying to clear the sleep fog out of them.

"Mm," he nodded, brushing some hair from her face as he stood over her. "I had Plagg and Tikki keep an eye on you while I was gone in case you woke up. They would've let you know so you wouldn't worry, but you were still passed out when I got back, so I was going to shower and crawl back into bed with you."

Her ensuing smile was warm, and she grabbed his hand, turning her face into it, kissing his palm. "What's on the schedule today?"

"Well," he said softly, pushing her down slowly, crawling over her, and he loved the way she let him, even spreading her thighs to let him nestle between them. "I was thinking of making love to the most beautiful woman in the world," he murmured, kissing her lips gently, and she returned the affection without hesitation, giggling. He leaned on his elbow, using his free hand to caress her jaw. "Then, we must go to the Human Resources center at the office here in Milan to finish the paperwork I told you about," he continued, kissing her cheek over to her ear.

"So far, so good," she moaned, rocking her hips up against his arousal, and he quivered.

His mouth skimmed down her neck, nibbling on her shoulder. "We have a shoot in the afternoon," he whispered, ghosting his lips over her collarbone, delighting in her shivers.

"Mmm, I hope we get lots of breaks," she teased, and he smirked, tugging his towel free, tossing it aside to press himself against her already soaked core.

His immediate hiss was loud, and his nails dug sharply into the mattress. "F-Fuck Marinette, you're always so wet," he whispered, licking the swell of her breast.

"Y-You make me that way," she said honestly, and it only made his cock ache more. "Plus, dear monsieur, you're always so hard too," she countered.

"You make me that way," he shot back, flicking his tongue over her nipple, and her back arched, a moan leaving her full lips. "God, I'm never going to get enough," he groaned.

"D-do we get to come back here and make love all night after the shoot?" Her voice sounded hopeful, and he froze.

"No," he groaned, sighing. "We get to have dinner with my father."

She flattened and stared at him, eyes wide. "We what?"

"Yeah, sorry, he sprung it on me yesterday afternoon. I wanted to tell you last night, but then we had the thing we Chloe..and it slipped my mind. Then we got back…and…"

"It slipped your mind," she teased, narrowing her eyes.

"Y-Yeah," he admitted, blushing. "You do that to me," he said playfully.

She rolled her eyes, but he pushed against her entrance with his arousal, and she squirmed, moaning. "H-hey! D-don't think just because I'm horny we're going to skip over this!"

"No?" His voice was innocent, and his mouth found her nipple against sucking it up for a moment as he pushed inside of her, oh-so slowly, and rocked with the writhing of her body until they were both still.

"A-Adrien," she panted. "N-Not fair," she keened. "O-Okay, don't think I'm not yelling at you…after you've made love to me," she said firmly.

He grinned, claiming her lips slowly, tenderly until they were left breathless. "Wouldn't have it any other way," he whispered as he began to rock slowly inside of her.

"W-wait," she whispered, pushing him back, and he blinked.

"Y-You okay?" She continued pushing, and he moved off her, watching her get off the bed, padding over to the windows, pulling the curtains mostly closed so the room was fairly dark. There was enough light for her to make it back to the bed, but it felt like nighttime now, and she crawled back over.

"Sit down," she breathed, and he raised his brows, but sat on his butt. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him. "I w-wanted to try…"

Oh. His brain caught up, and he blushed, smiling. He pulled her flush against him, and rocked his hips against her, moaning softly as it sparked electricity in his gut. "Good idea," he whispered, his right hand delving into her soft tresses as her mouth descended to meet his, and their lips touched.

Her hand slithered between their bodies and gripped him gently as she rose up on her knees, sliding herself down on his arousal until she was nestled on his lap again, and they were both gasping for air from the feel.

"I love you," she whispered, kissing him slowly again.

"I love you, too," he replied, licking her lips lightly.

"Ready?"

"Oui," he breathed, running his free hand down her side and pressed his palm into the small of her back. Adrien rocked slowly against her, feeling her hips move gradually with his in a tender rhythm, and their lips touched, coalescing into a single entity as time became suspended, leaving them to bathe in the heat of their passion.

The simmering fire tied a knot in the pit of his soul, and her warmth was filling him up again, leaving him breathless, inside and out as her fingers splayed over his chest. "A-Adrien," she moaned, whimpering against his lips, and he felt her pleasure jolting down his spine.

"Mari," he breathed back, eyes fluttering as he tried desperately to tether himself to reality. She was his, and this was heaven…and the passion and ecstasy flooding his veins was threatening to pull him under.

Her nails dug into his shoulders as her body quivered, and she peeled her mouth free slowly, reluctantly, her head lulling back as she emitted a soft cry of pleasure. Adrien groaned, surging his mouth forward, layering kisses on her pulse.

"I've got you," he repeated like he had before, keeping his hand on the back of her tipped head. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, lathering her shoulder with pecks.

"It f-feels so good," she cried. "I c-can't stand it," she whimpered.

He pulled her head gently forward, continuing his tortuously slow pace with her, and claimed her lips again, whispering against them. "Let me bear it with you, Mari," he moaned. His palms gripped her wet face, and she was trembling when she touched his hands, her mouth quivering against him, her kiss sloppy, wet, desperate.

"I l-love you," she whimpered.

"I love you," he countered, and she broke free again, burying her face against his shoulder, licking his skin, and he moaned.

"A-Adrien," she moaned louder, her hips faltering as her breathing started to quicken. The simmering heat was threatening to burn him from the inside out, but he knew she was the source of it all, and that in the end, it wasn't going to eat him alive…it was going to help him live…

"M-Marinette," he groaned, his pulse reaching his throat as he echoed her ecstasy. "S-stay with me Love," he pleaded softly as her body quaked, her nails digging into his back as her climax neared.

"A-Adrien," she moaned loudly, clinging to him. "I'm s-so close," she whimpered, and his hands slid up her back, gripping her head gently.

He tugged her from his shoulder, and she had her eyes squeezed shut. "S-stay with me, please," he whispered, whimpering. "O-open your eyes, M-Mari," he said, voice breaking as the pleasure tightened in his stomach.

She forced her beautiful orbs open, and he claimed her lips a little harder than he meant to, but he stared into those eyes, and watched the pleasure ripple through them as she cried out his name, her arms latching him to her as her orgasm washed over her.

Watching the ecstasy..the love…the desire…flood her as he stared into her eyes…as he kissed her…as she clung to him…knowing that it was all because of how much she loved him, sent him over the edge with her, and Adrien moaned her name into her mouth just as she cried his, panting desperately, refusing to let them part as his fingers curled in her hair, holding their faces together.

"Y-You're crying," she whispered softly when the world came sliding back, and he blinked, pulling a hand from her tresses to touch his face.

"They're happy tears," he whispered.

"Mine too," she breathed, and they stared at each other. He gathered her against him, pressing their foreheads together.

"That was the most amazing thing," he whispered hoarsely, fresh tears filling his eyes.

"It was," she said softly. "Kind of a scary thought," she giggled.

"Why is that?" He kissed her lips, rocking his hips, and she moaned.

"That means Chat is probably going to try and top it," she teased, and he tipped his head back and laughed, loud and boisterous. She might not be wrong.

***POV Change***

Her stomach was in absolute knots. "Do w-we really have to do this?"

"Mari," he sighed, grinning. "It's just signing some forms, really. You'd think you were going to face Hawk Moth himself or something," he teased.

"I'd rather do that."

He frowned, and she felt guilty. "Marinette."

"We already told them we were dating, do we really have to go in there and explain things too? Plus, sign papers and let them keep them on file so the perverts can read them?"

He snorted. "Perverts? You act like we're going to jot down all the fine details of our sex life, ma chérie," he teased.

She blushed at his endearment, and his accusation and huffed. "Fine," she glowered.

"You're cute when you pout."

"Don't push your luck, Romeo."

"I love you," he laughed.

"Love you too," she grumbled under her breath, and he snorted, giving her a shove through the door into the office they'd been standing outside of for ten minutes.

She felt exposed as the woman behind the neat desk surveyed her. "Hello," Marinette said softly.

"Do you have an appointment?"

"I, uh…just…"

Adrien's hand gripped her shoulder gently. "Agreste and Dupain-Cheng, yes," he said firmly for her, and she flushed as he kissed her temple, soothing her frayed nerves. "You're okay," he whispered. "I've got you," he comforted, reaching down with his free hand to grip her fingers, and she grasped them tightly.

"Yes, I see you right here, please have a seat, it should only be a few minutes," the receptionist commented, gesturing to the couches off to the side, and he pulled her gently.

"H-How are you so calm? You were always so private growing up."

"I'm calm because I get to be with the woman I love, and nothing is standing in my way," he said calmly. "I'm happy to tell the world."

She froze, looking at him. Was…was he upset that she wasn't excited about this? "Adrien…are you upset with me?"

He gave her a small smile. "I admit I'm confused as to why this bothers you so much, but I'm not upset with you, no," he said honestly.

She sighed, lowering her head. Man, that was a kick. Here he was, pouring his heart out…and being the private man he'd always been, and was still excited to shout it from the rooftops. She must have seemed like a shitty partner at the moment. It must hurt…him a little that she…wasn't shouting it too.

"Adrien I-I…"

"Mr. Yusef will see you now," the woman said, urging them forward, and Mari frowned.

The cubicle was bigger than she'd expected, but it still felt like a jail threatening to close her in. Her real fear…was…that Adrien would…see all this paperwork…and…and…regret being with her. Like, staring at the solid proof and having to sign it would scare him away.

"I feel sick," she whispered, and he stopped with her as she halted before they could sit.

"What's the matter, Marinette?"

"C-Can't we just do this another time?"

His frown and the hurt in his eyes were killing her inside. "We're here now…it doesn't make sense to come back," he said evenly, but she could tell he was trying not to be upset.

"I d-don't want to do this," she breathed so low it was almost nonexistent. His body went still, and the agony that flowed over his features broke her heart. "N-No, Adrien, please," she whispered, tears forming in her eyes as he pulled away, turning around.

"You could have told me sooner," he said flatly, and that was worse. The dead tone was worse.

"It's not th-that," she hissed, sniffling. "Y-You don't understand." God, she was making a scene as she raised her voice, desperate for him to listen. She didn't want to lose him.

He turned to face her, rubbing his jaw. "Okay, explain it to me, please, because I…I thought you were happy being with me," his voice finally broke.

"I was! I mean I AM!" She rushed forward and kissed him, but his lips didn't move, and she sobbed. "I don't w-want you to leave me when…when it sinks in.." she whispered.

His brows pulled together. "What are you talking about?"

She touched her stomach, sobbing. "All the paperwork and s-stuff, I d-don't want you to see all the hassle and it s-sinks in that th-this is it…and you're going to realize th-this is solid proof, in writing, that y-you're saying you're going to b-be with plain ole M-Marinette…and then regret it and l-leave me."

He laughed. It was abrupt, and it startled her, and he shook his head. "S-sorry." He laughed again and hugged her tight enough to hurt, her eyes widening. "You scared the crap out of me," he whispered. "Don't do that."

"I…I'm sorry?"

"I love you, silly girl," he teased, kissing her lips several times. "We're going over here, we're sitting down, and we're signing these papers so I can shout it to everyone because I'm not changing my mind. I'm the luckiest man in the world to end up with the most beautiful woman in the world. There's nothing plain about you, Mari," he said, pushing her forward without her permission. "Now, get your sexy ass over there before I bite the other side," he teased.

Her face flushed bright, and her eyes widened more. "G-God, don't s-say that so loud," she stammered, and her thighs pressed together as she sat.

The man said something, but Marinette just blinked at him. He wasn't speaking French. Of course he wasn't speaking French, why would he? The receptionist had..but now that she was thinking about it, Marinette had said hello first.

Adrien replied easily, and she balked at him. He gestured at her, and both men smiled softly before the older gentlemen spoke again.

"Okay, so no Italian for the lady?" She gave her head a small shake. "It's okay, we deal with a lot of International models, so most of us speak French, too," he said calmly. He picked up some of the forms he had sitting on the desk and put them in a drawer, pulling out more papers that looked exactly the same. "French forms would probably be helpful then, huh?"

She chuckled nervously. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Though, Adrien's Italian is good," he complimented.

"Well, you know my father," he remarked, and Mr. Yusef nodded.

"So, we are filling out a notice of a work relationship," he said calmly. "Between Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng." He nodded slowly at the forms in front of him, and she was trembling. She felt like she was about to take an exam. Adrien's hand reached over, taking hers. "You will acknowledge that you are still expected to act professionally and courteously during your work and that you will not drag personal problems into the work space?"

"Yes," they both said.

"Good. Now, you will also acknowledge that you are both here of your own free will and that you are not being offered goods or services or being coerced in any manner into forming this relationship. You are entering into this contract of your own volition."

"Yes."

"Good," he smiled, flipping a paper. "If the company feels your relationship is interfering with your work you will be terminated, is that understood?"

She froze, but Adrien answered yes.

"Marinette?" Yusef looked at her.

"S-sorry," her eyes widened, and she looked at Adrien. "You'd lose your job over me?"

"Between you and my job if it came to it? No contest," he smiled. "But I'm a professional mademoiselle and he needs your answer," he teased.

She blushed and nodded. "Yes, I understand."

"Those are the main points, but I need you to read through the paperwork yourselves before signing," he murmured, sliding a copy to each of them.

She picked up her portion with trembling fingers, and the words might as well have been Greek. She couldn't make sense of it through her stress. He'd been over the fine points, what more was there? Adrien seemed to be reading fine, frowning at certain parts before nodding. Apparently he knew how to read forms.

Adrien said something in Italian, pointing at something on his paper, and she narrowed her eyes at him. Yeah, that wasn't suspicious. Why not French, Adrien? It's so she wouldn't understand what he was asking. Something in the paperwork must have been bad, right?

Yusef gave a palms-up, and Adrien growled, sighing, speaking further and leaned over the desk, setting down the form, pointing at what he was talking about. She blinked, trying to find in her contract what might be so awful.

Yusef spoke rapidly, and the blonde nodded slowly, listening. "Is something wrong?"

Adrien said something that sounded like 'no' with an Italian accent, and although she didn't speak the language, she assumed it meant non, which was no. She wasn't that thick.

She continued trying to make her words make sense, but she sighed, setting her papers on the desk as the men argued back and forth. Well, Yusef was calm, and Adrien was…well, calm, he just looked a little annoyed.

"Fine," he relented, switching back to French. "Donne-le-moi," he bit out, holding his hand towards her papers. Marinette fumbled, passing him the sheets, and he flipped through them, nodding. "Yours says the same thing." He rolled his eyes. "Other than this, it's all standard stuff," he muttered.

"What's the matter?"

"It just says that if my father, or whomever is running the show, sees it fit, they can arrange separate dates for us for the evening," he growled. "It isn't likely father would expect us to use different 'arm candy' when we have each other, but it's open ended and I don't like it is all. It means if he thought Chloe would be a better fit by my side for a show to promote something, he could use this to enact it, same with you, if he wanted to pair you with Andrew or someone," he bit out slowly, grinding his teeth. "Unlikely, as I said, but still."

She nodded, understanding why it upset him. "Do you not want to sign it then?" She held her breath.

"Yes, but I'm going to have a word with him about it. I'm not taking other people to events. He can fire his own son if he wants. I won't have any qualms," he breathed easily, picking up a pen and scribbling his name on the forms like he was filling out homework. Easy, no hesitation.

It…made…her heart soar. She surged forward and kissed him, surprising him mid-sign, and they almost fell out of his chair.

He laughed, pulling her onto his lap before she tumbled. "Well, I love you too, but you still have to sign yours," he teased, squeezing her bruised ass cheek, and she groaned. "Then, we have a little time before work," he whispered huskily, and she blushed.

She gave him another kiss and hopped back over to her seat, picking up her own pen. It was official…he wasn't going to run! She slid her palm over the paper and signed where it asked for her signature (several places, in fact) initialed, dated…

"You're mine," she declared, slamming down her pen, startling Yusef. "S-sorry," she blushed.

"Nu-uh," the blonde laughed, tugging her up from her seat, forcing her body into his as he squeezed her ass hard enough to hurt, and she groaned as his lips hovered near hers. "You're mine."

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Faefolk11, another longish one for ya! I'm glad you enjoyed the lovely surprise…but I enjoyed Chat using Marinette more o.o'' but I'm really happy for Chloe! We shall see more of her! Hope you enjoyed the chapter!

Sweetestofpeas, hello new name! WELCOME TO MY SMUT MADNESS! Yes…NEVER enough of Lila on fire, however, do not fret….she will get what she deserves…eventually…when we get through the smut spell…in 70 more chapters or so O.O''' Hope you're enjoying.

NazaKaos, they make me super melty, and according to Victoria…she drugged Mari so *palms up* Luka's innocent? *blinks* maybe? *grins* I'm glad you look forward to more chapters, so here's another! I'm happy to have you with me! (I'm stoked for Chloe too!)

Emjrabbitwolf, your comments are welcome no matter what length, though I do enjoy that they are long! So, thank you for commenting at all! I'm glad you thought it was hot *blushes* I thought it was pretty fuckin' hot too…*fans self* I love the 'use me for your pleasure' bit…Lol, I was going to say…heroine fantasies are so in right now! Chat is always in my dreams ;) She is going to push him too far one of these chapters…I'm sure…I'm just not sure…which chapter…and how bad it has to be for him to snap ;) Yes, I wanted Adrien to try and separate himself from Chat a little because although they are the same person (duh) they…are kind of different entities because Chat has Plagg on board, bolstering his animal side…so he gets more animal that way. I'm always glad to have you with me! Thanks for cumming…joining I mean!

Nymphadora, lol, sorry to disappoint you? And…maybe? I can look it up, actually, but yeah, that'd be interesting!

trying414, I KNOW RIGHT! *fans self* I am killing myself writing these chapters getting all worked up wanting to…to…enact most of it o.o'''