A/N: Song recs: Underground by Cody Fry, and Where I Want to be by Forest Blakk. Hope you enjoy!
"Yes, this is good."
Gabriel Agreste paced frenetically around the table. Marinette watched him from where she sat beside Claw, still not used to the image of Adrien's father in a truly good mood.
He finally stopped with an apologetic glance her way. "It's not that I didn't believe you, Miss Dupain-Cheng. But I've been at this for years now with no real progress, and the fact that you were not only able to identify a holder, but also bring him to our side—it's a huge step."
Claw Noir continued to idly toss his bladed baton in the air, mostly ignoring the man. Marinette was glad that he'd lost the outward edge of hostility towards Gabriel, though she knew it wasn't because he was softening up to him.
"I'm glad that we're able to help," Marinette said. "We think that Luka's sister should be our next focus."
Gabriel sat down. "Can the boy work on his sister himself?"
Marinette shrugged. "He says that she doesn't listen to him, so he thinks it might be best for us to try first."
With a nod, Gabriel said, "I trust that you'll keep the same discretion as always, Miss Dupain-Cheng?"
Claw made a noise, drawing their gazes. With a final ting, he deftly caught his weapon and slid it back into his belt, though he didn't move out of his slouch. "Actually, we decided that I'm taking the lead this time."
Marinette raised an eyebrow at Claw, though she didn't correct him that they had decided no such thing.
"Ah." Gabriel gave him a small frown. "Are you certain that is the best move?"
Tilting his chin up, Claw said, "What, you don't think I'm capable of turning anyone over to our side?"
Slowly, Gabriel responded, "I'm not fully sure I understand why you are on our side now, Claw Noir." Rather than biting, his answer instead came out with an air of confusion.
Claw stood up abruptly, turning to stalk out of the secret hideaway.
Marinette turned back to Gabriel. "We're working on our plan. I'll keep you informed on our progress."
She followed Claw out, finding him outside waiting for her. "Taking lead, huh?" Her voice came out light and airy.
He huffed. "He was irritating me. Always acts like I'm useless."
Carefully, she said, "I think he's just…uncertain about you. You don't exactly offer open communication when we meet with him. But if you really do want to try to work with Juleka, I won't object."
He shrugged. "Yeah, why not? I figure I ought to pull my weight a little bit more, since you've been doing so much surveillance while I've been busy."
"Sounds like a good plan to me. Let's see how it goes."
Two weeks later, Claw Noir flew through the air, feeling a rush as he leapt after Marinette.
He'd fucking succeeded at convincing Juleka to join their side. After learning that she was trying to protect someone she loved, a woman named Rose who also worked for the Supreme, he'd managed to somehow not fuck something up and gotten her to agree to help them.
Take that, Dad.
Didn't think I could do it, did you?
Ahead of him, Marinette stopped in an alleyway out of sight. By the time he landed, she had already transformed back, revealing his favorite outfit of hers that always drove him crazy; a flowy white crop top over a tight-fitting long sleeve black shirt, matched with pink shorts rimmed with white lace.
Though she changed outfits often in order to try and keep herself from being recognized, he swore she kept this one around for the sole purpose of riling him up.
He landed with a thump in front of her, his pride in his success leaking out in the form of a grin he couldn't contain. " Fuck yes, another one on our side! Did you see the way I handled Juleka? Damn, never thought I'd be so good at being good."
Marinette crossed her arms as she rolled her eyes at him. "Good lord, Claw, could you get a bigger head?"
He held in a laugh, enjoying the smile of hers that peeked out behind her exasperation. Claw slung his staff up to his shoulders and sauntered closer to her. "Oh, I am but a mere mortal, Sweetness, but I'm flattered."
She let out a groan, leaning back against the bricks. "Seriously? You're ridiculous." That smile from before deepened, however. "But yes, Claw. You did a good job."
The praise rocked through him, bolstering him as he moved closer, replacing his staff on his belt and resting one hand on the wall above her. "Oh, come on, Little Bug. Don't you think I deserve a reward for all my good deeds?"
He knew she would push him away as always, but she looked so damn enticing; staring up at him with that fucking look he never quite understood—with her lip all curled like Shay, but something else simmering in her eyes. Her mouth opened, and he almost forgot what he had even asked. "What is it you think you deserve, Claw?"
Fuck. How the hell she didn't notice just how much she affected him, he would never know. But he forced himself to continue their game, knowing how it would end. He couldn't seem to stop torturing himself, not when it came to Marinette Dupain- fucking- Cheng.
"Hmm," he mused, looking down into her pretty blue eyes. Damn , she was tiny. "Oh, I'd think a kiss would do." He grinned down at her, gearing up to continue to tease her after she rolled her eyes and pushed him away.
Instead, she pursed her lips for just a moment. "Fine. Kiss me."
Claw Noir froze in place.
What?
Had she just…said he could kiss her?
His dumb fucking ass must have taken too long to process her response, because her expression shifted to embarrassment. "I…I mean, you don't have to, if you weren't serious. Sorry, just forget I—"
Before she could finish that ridiculous sentence, Claw surged down, cutting her off as his mouth met hers. She let out a muffled squeak before melding into his kiss, and Claw found every momentary hesitation gone in an instant.
Damn, she tasted so good.
Her tongue teased along his, and he felt the overwhelming need to be closer, to take what he could while he was given this one chance. His hand reached behind her neck, but he noticed the angle had her craned up pretty far.
That wouldn't do.
His mouth left hers only briefly as he took her under the arms, lifting her up higher against the brick wall. Sliding his knee beneath her to hold her up, he grinned at the sight of her breathless expression more in line with him now at this height.
"That's better," he growled, before pressing his lips to hers once more. She made a soft humming noise of agreement, which only spurred him on further. He brought one hand behind her head once again, this time letting his claws thread into the soft hairs at the nape of her neck that had fallen out of her twin tails. His other hand slid down her arm before he took her hand in his, pressing both of them back against the wall.
Claw kissed her greedily, unable to stop himself. She took over his senses—every squeeze of her fingers, every breath mingled with his was a hit against the shell he had built up around himself over the years.
The hits kept coming, until her name was the only thing repeating in his head.
Marinette—Marinette—Marinette—
Fucking hell, he needed to stop this before he couldn't stop.
He wrenched away with a gasp of breath, one echoed by her as her eyes opened in a daze.
Shit. She was beautiful.
This was bad.
"You might have made a mistake, Sweetness." He was unable to put the full warning through in his tone as he defaulted back to his usual teasing instead.
Her eyes remained on his mouth for a moment, before flitting up to his eyes. "And why do you think that?"
Because I'm no good for you.
Because I'm pathetic, having known you for mere weeks with one kiss between us, and already fucking love you.
And because I don't know how to let you go when you leave.
Instead of any of that nonsense, he said something else, with only a hint of the truth. "You've given me a taste, and I'm not sure I'm good enough not to eat you up." His eyes dropped again to her mouth, watching as she took her bottom lip between her teeth and unsuccessfully bit back a moan.
His eyes widened slightly as she shifted from where she remained propped up on his knee. Claw became suddenly aware of the warmth emanating from her core, and had to hold back a groan of his own.
Fu-uuuuck.
Forget everything else, her real mistake was tempting him to take her right there in the fucking alley.
Then, with the sexiest little smirk, Marinette said, "Bon appétit."
This woman might kill him.
He let out a deep noise from his throat before crushing his lips to hers again. Determined to make sure she was feeling just as muddled as he was, he shifted his lips away from her mouth, moving down to her throat. He kissed her there, satisfied to hear a gasp escape her when he let his fangs prick ever so gently into her skin. He felt a grin rise up, and he moved slowly over to her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth.
"Delicious," he purred. "But you know what?" Claw drew his tongue lightly along the edge of her ear, feeling her thighs clench around his leg. As tempting as it was to keep things going here, he knew he had to get them out of there, before he did something they both would regret.
No. Best make it to his apartment for more privacy for regretful actions.
"I think I'll take you to go."
His response drew a laugh from her, and Claw expected that to be the end of it.
But her eyes blazed as she looked into his, determination seeping through. "Better get home quick, then. Before your food gets cold."
Claw took in a surprised breath, his mind spinning again as he realized she actually wanted more.
Wanted him.
He let her down to the ground then, taking a step back. Waving to the sky, he said, "After you then, Little Bug."
She transformed, taking off so quickly that Claw let out a loud laugh as he leapt into the air to follow her.
They only made it a few blocks away before Claw intercepted her, yanking her out of the air and twisting her around behind a chimney stack before kissing her again. She was taller in her Shadybug form, so she didn't have to reach up quite as far.
She surprised him by flipping him around until he was the one pressed against the wall, her hands tugging his jacket as she pulled him down to her.
Intentions to move indoors blurred away as the heat of her lips seared against his, her grip on his jacket causing it to slip off his shoulder. He ignored it in favor of diving his claws deeper into her hair, swallowing the moan that escaped her lips.
In between kisses, she finally slowed. She breathed out, "You know—this might not be the best idea." She didn't stop kissing him however, so Claw continued to hold her, his mouth rough on hers.
Finally, he got a hold of himself and paused. "And why is that?"
Marinette breathed heavily, her lips remaining close to his. "We shouldn't let ourselves get distracted. And we can not get in the same predicament as Shay and Adrien."
Claw let the back of his hand brush down her cheek. It didn't matter that she wore Shadybug's face; he still saw her shining through those eyes. His voice came out soft. "I'm afraid not getting distracted by you is an impossible ask, Red." She sighed, but the reluctance in her expression melted away at his words, her cheeks flushing a familiar shade of pink beneath the mask. He continued, "But I suppose I can limit it to our time off the clock." Something else occurred to him. "Besides, didn't they run into trouble because of an expired condom?" When she nodded, he let out a scoff. "Amateurs."
Marinette raised her eyebrow. "Ah, so you're...pretty experienced, then?"
He hesitated before admitting, "Well, no." Grieving a dead mom and going out of his way to avoid everyone except for his partner in crime didn't exactly leave a lot of opportunities for him. "But I know how to read a fucking date. We'd be fine. But it's whatever you wanna do."
Her gaze turned calculating for a moment before she tugged him back down, her intensity a clear indication of which direction she was leaning. After a particularly-bruising kiss that heated him up, she took off again, laughing as he followed.
By the time they made it back to Claw's apartment, Marinette had indeed not cooled down at all. Before Claw could get the door fully closed, she was on him, kissing him back against the door until it finally clicked shut from the weight of them both.
Surprisingly, it was Claw that slowed the pace once again, returning her kisses while he tried to keep back his suddenly-growing panic.
It wasn't that he didn't want her— fuck, of course he did.
He just didn't trust himself not to somehow ruin one of the few good things that had come his way after so long.
Marinette clued in quickly that something was wrong; she released him with a soft intake of air, bringing her hand up to his cheek. "Claw? Are you…is this okay?" Concerned, her eyes locked on his, and she bit her lip. "It's not just up to me, you know. If you don't want to—"
Claw groaned. "No. That's not it." There was a brief pause. "I don't want to screw this up," he admitted with a slump of his shoulders, not meeting her eyes.
Marinette tilted her head as she moved her hand up on his chest beneath the leather jacket. Of all people, she never would have thought Claw Noir would have been self/conscious like this. "I haven't done this either, Claw. It's new for me too."
He let out a strained laugh. "I'm not talking about sex, Marinette. I'm talking about you."
Marinette sucked in a breath, taken aback by the sudden intensity in his gaze. "What?"
His hand tightened its grip on her waist. "I don't want to mess this up with you. I've never...gotten this far, when it comes to feelings and shit. It's only ever been Shay, and that obviously never amounted to anything. I don't know what I'm doing." He let out a long breath. "But I do need you to know that this isn't just me wanting some fun."
Marinette felt a different type of warmth ignite within her. "It's not?" She hadn't thought it really meant anything for him.
He hesitated before shaking his head once. "I wasn't completely joking when I said you might have made a mistake." The corner of his mouth lifted into a wry smile. "I know this might surprise you, but I'm not the hit it and quit it kind of cat. There's still time to back out. We can go back to how we were, if that's what you prefer." He said it casually, his shoulder jerking up in a shrug as his eyes shifted away from hers.
But through his careful nonchalance, Marinette thought she could see something else, something she'd never seen slip out from behind the confident yet uncaring shield he always tried to keep up.
A hint of longing, different from the desire she had seen there not five minutes ago.
It was easy to recognize, considering she had been battling the feeling herself.
"It's the same for me, you know," she said quietly, her words pulling his gaze back. Then she let out a soft laugh. "You know what's funny? Shay was the only one you had feelings for before, right? For me, it was Adrien, years ago."
Claw's casual expression dropped into a scowl as he let out a scoff. "Seriously? You too?" He let out a groan, his hand finally leaving her waist to slide over his face. "I can't seem to avoid being second place to model-boy."
"Adrien," Marinette said forcefully. "You aren't second place. I chose not to pursue anything back then. It wasn't worth the distraction, not when I needed to focus on being Ladybug." Would he understand what she was implying? Because here she was, still needing to focus, and yet…
His gaze did indeed refocus on her, his mouth opening slightly.
Don't ask what you're thinking, Marinette. Don't ask, don't ask, don't—
"What about me?" she asked, biting her lip again. "Am I second place to Shay?"
Claw's mouth snapped shut as he pulled her closer, glaring down at her. "Let me make this clear to you. Yes, I wanted Shade. Briefly. But you, " His hand came up to her chin, his fingers curling beneath. And behind his eyes, a fire burned bright. "I need you, Marinette."
Marinette's breath caught as she lost herself in the intensity of his gaze. "Then kiss me."
With a whispered phrase, Claw released his transformation, dropping down a few inches. Then his mouth was on hers, desperate and searching.
Whatever it was he was searching for, she hoped she could help him find it.
Adrien's hand slid up Marinette's back, moving beneath her short top until his fingers dug into the thin material of her undershirt. She hummed against his lips, suddenly impatient to remove the layers of clothing between them. Backing up a step, she made to move down the hallway to his room. He didn't let her go, however, only releasing her mouth long enough to growl, "Get up here, Red."
In a moment, Marinette had her legs wrapped around Adrien's waist, his mouth back on hers as he moved them both down the hall.
Marinette felt her desire ramping up again inside her, the heat pulsing within her in waves.
The two of them burst through his bedroom door, Adrien releasing her mouth as he let her drop down to the bed.
Breathing heavily, she kept her eyes on Adrien as she took off her short top. He remained still above her, his mouth parted as he watched her slowly remove her tight undershirt, revealing the pink and white lace bra beneath.
He made a low noise, dropping to his knees in front of her. "Fuck, Princess. You and this white lace, I swear—"
Before he could reach for her, Marinette held up a finger. "Wait, you too."
Adrien shrugged out of his jacket and quickly removed his shirt, offering her a view of the lean muscles of his chest and abs she'd only gotten a glimpse of a couple times now.
Marinette wanted to continue admiring him, but he didn't give her a chance. He prowled forward, kissing her once again as he pressed her backwards into the sheets, climbing on top of her. His hand came up to her bra, cupping her breast beneath the lace.
The material was quite thin; her nipple beaded up beneath his ministrations, and he let out a groan against her mouth when his thumb swiped over it.
His mouth left hers as it hunted downwards, his breath fanning across her collarbone. Marinette felt her skin tingle with the thrill of anticipation as his tongue inched lower, closer to where she wanted it. Then, right overtop of the thin lace, he drew his tongue over her nipple once, and she watched the fabric darken slightly.
"Mmmh." Marinette's thighs pressed together as the sudden zing of pleasure echoed from her chest down to her core.
Adrien's eyes darted up to her face for a moment before he reached up and, after slipping the lace down to reveal her breast completely, took the center into his mouth. A moan tore from her as his teeth grazed over the sensitive nub, and Marinette knew she wanted more.
Adrien let the prickly fabric slip back into place, moving his head up as he took her in again. "What am I doing?" he murmured, his hand sliding down across her stomach to the waistline of her shorts. "How can someone as sweet as you want to be with me? Makes no fucking sense."
Impatient, Marinette wrapped her hand around his. "Maybe I'm not quite as sweet as you think." Then she pulled his hand beneath her shorts, placing it right at the heat of her core.
He groaned out a curse as he fell to the bed next to her, his fingers sliding through the wetness that had begun to pool there. Marinette angled her hips up with a moan, her need rearing up as he was so close to where she wanted him.
He brushed over her clit briefly before dipping in further, causing Marinette's breathing to speed up in anticipation.
Instead of filling the space that she very much wanted him to, however, Adrien removed his hand completely.
Sensing her disappointment, he chuckled. "Patience, Sweetheart. I just need to get a better angle." The new nickname—spoken in a softer tone than any of his usual ones for her—sent a fresh thrill through her.
Then his hands tugged her shorts and underwear off in a smooth motion, the cool air slowing her racing heart. Once again, she stopped him from moving closer, her hand coming to rest on the edge of his jeans. "You first."
His heated eyes narrowed as he worked at removing his pants. "If you think I'm going first, you're wrong." Still, he continued to lose the rest of his clothing, and Marinette couldn't look away from the new expanse of skin that came into her view. His muscled thighs distracted her more than his cock, though the sight of him gripping it to stroke twice, made her breath quicken once again. The dim light caught the shine of his precum as he swiped it over the head briefly with his fingers. He stopped, leaning on his other arm beside her as he let his hand trace back up her leg. "First, you." He captured her lips once again, kissing her soundly as his hand continued to dance its way up to her core. He brought his mouth to her ear. "Then me." His fingers delved into the aching heat of her, swirling around the general area of her clit. "Then, how about you again for good measure."
Though she felt on edge as he teased her, she couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Pretty confident in yourself, huh Kitty? Most women don't even finish at all their first time, from what I've heard."
He leaned his head away from her in order to look her in the eyes, a familiar smirk falling into place. "Well now, I've always enjoyed a challenge."
Marinette closed her eyes, completely focused on his fingers as shocks of heat pounded through her. Every brush of his finger across her clit sent her higher, but the ache deep within begged to be filled.
"You're like a ball of yarn," he whispered, "I just need to find the right string to pull…" He finally —finally— sunk one finger deep inside her, and Marinette gasped, her body arching slightly. Adrien's voice came out in a purr "...Then I can unravel you."
Marinette did indeed feel like she was unraveling, her walls clenched around his finger. "More," she gasped out.
Adrien let out a haggard breath as he pressed up beside her. "You're...so fucking tight." But he managed to slip another in, and Marinette moaned at the new fuller sensation. Then he angled his thumb up to brush her clit in an alternating fashion, and she couldn't stay quiet as the feelings within her built up into a crescendo.
"Ohhh my—"
"Yes, Sweetheart, that's right. Come for me."
His words finally pushed her over the edge, pleasure bursting from her in a large wave as she clenched around him, breathy pants escaping her. She rode each wave down, until finally sinking back into the mattress. Her eyes fluttered open to see Adrien's on her, alight with hunger, a hint of pride showing through. Instead of the boast she expected, however, he said, "God, you are so fucking beautiful, you know that right?"
Despite the fact that she was almost naked beside him, his fingers sliding out of her core, it was his words that made her feel a blush rise into her cheeks.
Adrien leaned over, kissing her deeply as his hand continued to trail up her body.
Feeling the desire to take control, Marinette brought both hands to his face as she rolled him over onto his back. She was breathless, amazed that she felt so sure of herself at the moment.
She couldn't help but think back, remembering how nervous she had always been around the Adrien in her universe, back when she had a crush on him. She'd always viewed him as perfect, and had never really known how to measure up. It had been a silly thing; Adrien wasn't perfect, of course, but her younger self had never gotten beyond those feelings.
With this Adrien, something about his attitude and his unexpected compliments seemed to work together to bolster her own confidence.
He definitely wasn't perfect. But people couldn't be perfect, and to think of them on that sort of measuring line was a disservice to them.
What Adrien did have were strengths and flaws, just like everyone else. And somehow, the combination of his worked to bring out a side of herself that she had never really explored before.
Being confident as Ladybug was easy; she had to be, especially back when the health and happiness of Paris relied on her success.
This confidence in herself as Marinette that Claw had somehow managed to tease out, however—that was new.
And quite exhilarating.
Marinette kissed Adrien, biting his lip before backing away, her hand reaching behind her for the clasp of her bra.
Adrien's eyes remained fixed on her as the lacy bra fell away, revealing her small breasts. His eyes darkened, a deep noise escaping him before he tugged her hand, bringing her back down to the bed beside him. One of his hands cupped her breast, his mouth at her neck. His voice came out low as his teeth grazed the sensitive spots along her throat, "Fucking exquisite." He let go of her suddenly, and Marinette mourned the loss of his body heat before she realized he was grabbing a box from the bedside table. He ripped off a square from the pack inside, but before he opened it, he slowed down, making a point of reading something on the foil. He gave her a pointed smirk. "See? Date's fine. Not fucking rocket science."
Marinette rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah, just put it on and fuck me already, Adrien."
His eyes flashed, heating again as he tore open the square. "Crass words from such a sweet mouth."
Raising her eyebrow, Marinette replied, "Oh, there are plenty of other sweet things I could do with this mouth, don't you worry."
He let out a rough laugh as he finished with the condom. "I'll hold you to that for next time, Sweetness."
He was over her then, the heat of his body melding with her own as she tasted his lips yet again.
Finally, when she was once again begging him to be inside her, he was.
He moved slowly, his eyes squeezed shut as he bit back more curses, obviously trying not to hurt her. Though it was a little difficult at first, Marinette quickly found the tides changing once again, something switching within her. She wanted nothing but more of him, the feel of his skin brushing against hers not enough. Her hands reached up to his neck as he moved above her, her fingers sliding along his skin and diving into that long blonde hair of his.
He groaned at her touch, his eyes opening again to look down at her. "God, you feel so good, Marinette. And you look—" He cut off with another noise.
As much as Marinette was enjoying herself, she couldn't help but grin from beneath him. "Cat's got your tongue? Or something's got the cat's— ohh…" A particularly deep thrust sent an extra pulse of pleasure through her as he hit a new spot within.
A low laugh escaped him as he bent closer, the heat from his skin suffusing through her. He kissed her deeply, before cheekily biting her tongue on his way out. "Who's got who's tongue now?"
Marinette couldn't help but echo his laugh, feeling euphoric.
She wrapped her legs around him more fully, dragging out another growl from Adrien. "Fuck, Princess; you're killing my self-control."
"Good," she whispered, her voice smooth as silk. "I want you to lose it."
With a groan, he sped up. "Such a little minx, I swear—" His breathing hitched further, until his hips stuttered, a final curse escaping him.
Marinette felt breathless as she watched his face, the knowledge that she contributed to bringing out that moment of ecstasy from him filling her with a joy she hadn't expected.
When he finally stilled, Marinette tugged him down next to her, diving in between his arms so she could remain close to him, at least for a little while until he sent her out.
Though perhaps her worries that he might regret what they had done were misplaced, because Adrien held her tightly to him, one arm around her middle while the other one continued to graze along her arm.
His voice was forlorn, however, when he spoke. "Didn't get you twice, Sweetness."
She smiled against his chest. "Next time. I'm a little sensitive, anyways."
He hesitated. "Are you okay? Was it too much?"
"I'm fine, Adrien. It was perfect. You?"
He let out a snort of a laugh. "I'm pretty sure if I told you everything going through my head right now, you'd run for the fucking hills." The way he squeezed his arm around her, however, told Marinette that he very much did not want to let her go. The thought provided more kindling for the warmth glowing within her. "Let's just say there's nowhere I'd rather be right now."
Marinette wanted to look up at him, but she was too comfortable at the moment, her head on his chest. Still, she said, "You can tell me what you're thinking, you know. You don't have to keep things in."
Adrien didn't say anything for a little while, his hand still moving soothingly along hers. Finally, he said, "So, I haven't actually managed to fuck this up already, then?"
She let out a soft breath of air, not quite a sigh. "You have not."
"That's a relief." He didn't say anything more, however, and Marinette didn't try to push him any further.
They continued to relax against each other, the silence surprising her, considering how chatty he'd been throughout her time of knowing him.
Annoyingly, Marinette found some of her old insecurities blossoming up within her. She tried to cut them out quickly, but had a difficult time. She usually spent so much time planning, so much time agonizing over every single potential possibility. And yet, somehow, today she hadn't. Were the regrets she'd feared he might have setting in? Her voice was soft as she asked, "Do you...need me to go?"
His response was quick and forceful, as though he had been on edge as well. "No! No, please, I…" He cleared his throat slightly before continuing, his body tense. "Please, stay."
She relaxed again. "I'd like that."
His own tension released, his breath coming out in a relieved sigh. "Why'd you ask that?"
Marinette shrugged. "I thought you might have regrets."
He laughed once. "What part of 'there's nowhere I'd rather be right now,' made you think that?"
Flushing, Marinette buried her head further into him. "I don't know, it was silly."
"Damn straight." He dropped his mouth into her hair, leaving a kiss there. "I told you," he murmured into her hair. "You're the one who made the mistake by letting me kiss you, Marinette."
"Wasn't a mistake," she said, finally lifting her head back to look at him. Her hand snaked up to his cheek, though his eyes shifted away. "I see you, Adrien. You're not nearly the villain you think you are."
He merely shook his head, holding her close.
A/N: Aaaaaaand lookie there, they're finally together :) Do I get a little burst of joy out of this Adrien kinda mirroring the other Adrien's plea for Shay to stay with him in Dawning Light? Absolutely :)
Would love to know your thoughts!