A/N: No, I'm still not over éphémère and I don't think I'll ever be. It may not be as hOLY sHIT as Chat Blanc for me but it has enough hOLY sHIT to fizz my brain LMAOOOOO. But anyway, lads, this drabble is riiiiiight back in season one, during the simpler times where the plots seemed mindless and the idiots were yet to get major PTSD hahaha :'D
It was meant to be illustrated as a comic but then I thought- what if I write it all up first and then make a comic of it afterwards? Make life just a tad bit easier for me?
Enjoy bitches.
"Matching the pace of our breathing,
feeling your breath upon my ear,
A chest on the verge of exploding,
cells going berserk"
威風堂々 (Pomp & Circumstance) - Umetora (covered by nqrse)
Pairing - Adrinette
Prompt - 'Candy'
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Adrien sucked in his bottom lip out of bitterness for the umpteenth time, both in sheer frustration from his inability to confess to Ladybug today and utter failure to remember a thing from the battle since he got hit by Le Dislocœur's arrow. One second he instinctively crashed his Lady's form against his chest to protect her from the attack, the next he found himself pinning the heroine on the ground in a daze and was promptly thrown at the Akuma with little to no warning.
He planned and rehearsed his confession millions and millions of times- his grumpy kwami could attest to that! It took him everything to smoothly bring the love of his life within his grasps, his heart pummelling his chest in a frenzy and to attempt to say those three special words that took a hold of his very nature since the very day they defeated Cœur de Pierre.
Je t'aime, Ladybug.
But nope.
What was expected of the host of bad luck and destruction other than being used as a human pinball and tossed around without a beat at villains? He was more than a frisbee dammit!
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What a pisstake.
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And the cherry on top that completed the three-tiered cake of confusion, curiosity and annoyance?
The foreign, slick, sweetness that stained his lips; an explosion of sugar and honey that danced on his tongue and left his mouth tingling in a welcoming and fuzzy manner.
As if he's just taken a generous bite out of the delectable heart-shaped candy apples that the adorable Marinette has given out to the class with that beautiful, rosy smile of hers (which he wasn't able to get his hands on due to circumstances- he's talking about the apples, not Marinette's lips...of course...maybe).
The treats did look absolutely delicious and sweet...
And if he were to imagine how they'd taste...they'd taste just like his glace lips right now. His lips which were still branded with sugar and glowing with warmth...
He narrowed his eyes in thoughts, ransacking his brain anew for any clues during the time when he was controlled by Le Dislocœur after taking the projectile to the back. Though, the only prominent aspect that stood out the most was feelings of unadulterated fervour and Ladybug's oddly flustered behaviour after the fight.
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A mannerism that was dangerously identical to the most kindhearted girl in his class with talent and creativity that would make even professionals foam at the mouth for an ounce of her skills.
A shyness that never failed to challenge and encourage him to come closer and smash through the silly wall between them both, the boy desperate to grasp her attention whenever possible.
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He eyed Marinette again carefully, still observing from the distance as she conversed with Alya, seemingly frustrated herself and waving around a candy apple in hand. Her baby blues troubled, her brows furrowed and her sakura lips twisted into a charming pout whilst the duo was sat on the park bench. He wondered what she was so upset about, wanting nothing more than to waltz over and nuzzle his cheek against her silky hair to cheer her up-
Suddenly,
Clarity started to shine through the fog within his brain the minute Marinette took a miffed bite from the treat which in turn had him nibbling his bottom lip unconsciously again.
'She mentioned a kiss before flying off...could she have possibly...?'
And it was then, he could no longer unsee the revelations that finally pieced itself together in his mind, consequently causing his heart to trip and stumble over too many beats whilst the apples of his cheeks took on a subtle red hue which only deepened in colour as he continued to monitor his beloved friend.
Ohoho- scratch that.
His beloved Lady.
It was her.
Definitely her.
He has finally found her!
And this time, he was not letting go.
Absolutely not.
Especially when she definitely had something to do with the sweetness that tinged his lips like a tease and left him starving for more of that sugar. An outrageous smirk adorned Adrien's model face, its mischievousness on par with his alter-ego's and he finally made way towards his princesse with his newly found confidence.
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"Ugh...this is such a disaster...A DISASTER." Marinette groaned out for the hundredth time, gaining another fond eye-roll from her best friend and a pat on the head and then shoved her mouth back on the candy apple. What was once a pleasant snack was now like ashes on her tongue as she internally recalled the whole day.
"Marinette, it's okay- really. But what I don't understand is how today's attempt is getting an even worse reaction from you compared to all the other times you tried. You only forgot to sign the card." Of course, Alya was not in the know considering that the major thing affecting Dupain-Cheng currently had to do with her secret life. So, she simply whined even louder, narrowing her eyes at Alya's giggles and her mind went back to what transpired no more than a few hours ago.
Her cheeks bloomed with rosiness once more, her traitorous heart beating way too fast for her liking over the event and she pooched her lips against the sweet.
It was bad enough that her first, precious kiss was with her silly, goofy (yet loveable) partner instead of her wonderful, sweet, kind Adrien but what was worse was that she enjoyed the liplock.
Very, very much.
She didn't expect to meet velvet and silk the second she pulled Chat Noir into her lips, her body instantly relaxing at the pleasurable softness and warmth and her mind infiltrated by the thoughts of him. She wasn't expecting the fresh mintiness that overtook her senses and she certainly wasn't expecting him to kiss back.
All thoughts of the Akuma and the battle momentarily ceased when he literally melted against her, his body relaxed and pinning her down with even more of his weight in the most delicious way possible. He only tilted his head to a slight angle and suddenly her breath was taken away, her heart going haywire and berserk.
But it got so much better.
His lips parted against hers again, and again, and again.
The intensity and outright heat of the action caused her to whimper against his mouth which in turn caused him to capture her bottom lip and suck.
And thankfully, he pulled away before she turned into a mewling mess.
"Hey, Marinette,"
Said girl jolted out of her daydreams, cheeks blossoming with a bright red and knuckles whitening from the tight grip on her sweet. The sight of sparkling emeralds beaming down at her filled her blood with adrenaline, her heart pounding against her ribcage to the point where she felt like she was going to pass out.
"He-Hey..." Marinette managed to breathe out, wondering why Alya wasn't right there with her as a buffer only to see the treacherous teen skip away with a manic grin and thumbs up.
'Shit. What the hell am I supposed to do!?' The raven-haired girl peered back at her blond friend, praying silently for him to initiate the next sentence for what ever potential conversation they were going to have just so she didn't butcher said potential with her standardised word soup.
She peeped at him, sky blues twinkling under her dark fringe pleadingly.
"Do you have any more of those apples, if you don't mind me asking?" Adrien went straight to the point, leaning down closer to Marinette with one hand against the back of the bench for support. The girl missed the devilish gleam that glittered within his eyes for a second, caught up within her thoughts again.
'Oh...he just came for the apple, how nice...' She almost slumped with disappointment, cursing herself for having her hopes high regarding the valentine she wrote for him and thinking for a split moment that he figured out that it was written by her. Regardless, she exhaled quietly and tuned back to the conversation.
"So-Sorry...I'm eating the last one..." The treat reflected back her awkward expression and guilty smile, the teen beating herself up inside for not even thinking of saving one for him. She expected a crumpled face from him, maybe even his eyes dimming from discontent or even a soft "oh...".
However, this time she caught the playfulness that rested on his face, her brows creasing whilst his smile simply widened in a manner that rang with familiarity. She couldn't help but feel like she's just walked in on a trap.
And there was no way out.
Oh, dear.
"That's a shame...they looked really nice and I didn't get a chance to try one..." Guilt just piled on top of her one after another like giant weights, the urge to wail out "I'm sorry-yyyyyyy!" and beg for his forgiveness was immense- yet the way he watched her kept her glued on the spot. His golden lashes fluttered and his lips parted smoothly for his next question. "Is it alright if we share the one you're having instead?"
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Boom.
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There goes her heart.
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has stopped working, please leave a message after her iconic "THIS IS A DISASTER!".
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Unable to speak anymore (or even breathe), Marinette managed a quick nod, trembling hands gesturing the sweet towards the pleased model. Just as she thought that this can't get any crazier, Adrien rested his free hand upon hers and guided the apple to his lips.
No mercy at all.
His gleaming eyes never left hers, mouth taking a bite out of the fruit all the while watching her as if she was a little mouse trapped in between a cat's pair of paws with nowhere to run. Her heart continued to throb and her cheeks continued to burn under his gaze, throughout the whole time he chewed and then swiftly swallowed. It was as if she was the apple herself and Adrien was devouring her.
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"Delicious and sweet...just like you My Lady,"
His smirk was borderline scandalous, the Chat Noir within him oozing out without any restraints. He ate up her gawking face, casually using his thumb to gather up the sugary syrup residue that was left on her lips and popped the offending digit into his mouth, soaking up the way her complexion practically exploded with a strawberry hue.
Dieu, he wanted to just kiss her right there and then.
"Ch-Ch-Chat Noir!?" Marinette spluttered, eyes widening comically and then switching into a fierce glare when the older of the two chuckled darkly. He almost wanted to kiss the air between them as a tease just to rile her up even further.
"The one and only, Buguinette~"
"But how!?"
"Well, after cheekily taking away my first kiss, you left behind evidence on my lips..." Deciding to continue riding the high and ignore the consequences that were sure to come for his behaviour, Adrien placed his knee between her legs and leaned even closer towards Marinette till he was virtually towering over her with his shit-eating, impish grin. He eyed her mouth shamelessly, emeralds fired up with unmitigated want and he was loving the way his Lady was discombobulated before him.
"...So what's my prize~?"
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Sometimes, curiosity may kill the cat.
This time?
Ohohoh, this time?
This one got that sweet, sweet, satisfaction.
Poor Marinette...
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A/N: I can't believe I wrote a fic where Adrien isn't trying to take Marinette to bed.
Okay, he just didn't say anything about it but we all know that little shit was thinking of it.
Now, feed me, your KING, SOME COMMENTS.
