~ WARNING - The following chapter includes a sex scene. I do not promote unsafe sex, and please keep in mind that both of my characters are above 18 years old. also, I suck at sex scenes, so enjoy. ~
Adrien
He licked the last of the powdered sugar from his fingertips, looking over at Marinette. She was at the other end of the couch, lying on her back with her legs dangling over the armrest. He moved, leaning over her face. She looked up at him, and he was suprised when she didn't blush. Instead, she snickered.
"What's so funny?"
"You've got sugar on your face."
He grinned, shifting all of his weight onto one arm.
"Must be because I'm so sweet."
"Or because you're messy."
He wiped his mouth, and made a face.
"Better?"
"Almost."
She reached up and brushed her fingers over his lips, and fireworks exploded in his chest. He licked her fingers, and her jaw dropped.
"Ew gross!"
She wiped her hand on her pant leg, and he slid off the couch, crouching on the floor next to her. He still wasn't sure where their boundaries were, and he didn't want to push anything too far, but he couldn't resist. He hadn't forgotten that spot on her stomach that made her squirm when he barely touched it. He stood, and she watched him.
"What are you-"
He chose then to attack, tickling her sides. She was giggling instantly, and the realization that he wanted to hear that giggle for the rest of his life made him almost want to stop. She was squirming, trying to wriggle her way out of his grasp. She was laughing so hard there were tears in her eyes, and she wiggled off of the couch. He didn't let up, kneeling over her and continuing his tickle assault. He felt her hands wrap around his wrists, and he grinned at how her voice sounded.
"Adrien!"
His name sounded like music. God, he wanted to hear her say that again. She pulled his hands away from her sides, and he let her. He watched her trying to catch her breath, her face a gorgeous shade of pink. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to make it so much harder for her to catch her breath. But he couldn't. Not as Adrien. He got off of her, laying next to her. He couldn't keep them separate. Not anymore. Someone needed to back off, so she didn't get confused. And he knew he didn't have a choice. Adrien had to back off, because she was already falling for Chat. He had never hated having two separate identities, but it was starting to get harder.
"That wasn't fair. I wasn't prepared."
Marinette snapped, and he grinned, throwing his arm over his face.
"Please, even if I had warned you, it would have ended the same."
He felt her get up, slinging one of her legs over his waist. She was straddling him. He peeked out from under his arm, and she looked determined.
"I bet you're ticklish too."
"I am not."
"That sounds like something someone who is ticklish would say."
She went straight for his ribs, and he didn't have time to tense up. He laughed, grabbing her wrists. He yanked them both to the sides, throwing off her balance. She crashed forward against his chest, and he rolled, laying on top of her. He had her pinned, and she glared.
"That's not fair either."
Her arms were pinned by her head, and he slowly let go of her wrists, sliding his hands down her arms, to her face. He could not only see it when she blushed, he could feel it.
"Adrien?"
His gaze fell to her lips when she said it, and he longed to hear her say it without breath, hidden within a moan. Just one kiss. Just one, as Adrien. He wanted to know what it felt like, if she kissed differently when she thought it was someone else. He started to lean down, his heartbeat pounded in his ears, and her eyes fluttered. He wanted to close the distance immediately, but someone cleared their throat. He immediately got up, looking up at Sabine.
"I- it wasn't- we were just-"
He stuttered, and Marinette got up.
"I was tickling him."
She blurted, and he stared at Sabine, who was staring back just as hard. Thankfully she didn't look angry, but she knew he was going to kiss Marinette.
"I should probably head home, it's kind of late."
"You sure you don't want to stay for dinner?"
She asked, but her tone was different. It wasn't cold, thank god, but it wasn't as peppy as it normally was.
"No, I should really get going. See you later Mari."
He quickly grabbed his school bag, praying Plagg was still in it. That was so stupid. Now her mom was gonna think he was some lust filled teenager.
"Yeah, see you."
She responded quietly, and he stopped, Sabine was standing in front of the door. She quirked an eyebrow, before stepping aside to let him pass. Fantastic. He quickly rushed out to his car, his face flushed. What the hell happened to not confusing her?
* * * * *
She was sitting on her bed when he got there, wearing a baggy tshirt. The rest of her was hidden under the blanket and she looked up at him.
"Hey kitty."
"Everything okay? Your text was a little cryptic."
It wasn't, because he knew exactly what she wanted to talk about. Adrien. She shook her head, and looked at the ceiling.
"Life can be cruel."
Ouch.
"How so?"
"How would you respond, if right now, Ladybug tried to kiss you?"
He heard warning bells again, and he sat down next to her.
"Uh... how do you want me to answer that?"
"With honesty. I'm curious. And whatever your answer is, I won't be upset. I want to know. Do you still love her enough, to let her?"
He sighed, looking at the wall. Would he, given the chance? Not that he would, because Ladybug didn't want anything to do with him.
"I don't know. Maybe."
She seemed a little relieved, and he frowned. He had expected her to talk about what he had done earlier. Not Ladybug.
"Do you still love her?"
"Honestly, she was my first love. There will always be a place for her in my heart."
He knew that. He would never completely get over her, and that was okay.
"I feel the same."
She whispered, and he reached over, taking her hand.
"It's okay."
"I expected the plan to work. I thought that I'd stop loving him, completely. I just can't."
She sounded so distraught, and he could feel jealousy bubbling up. It wasn't fair to be jealous. Not when she was so understanding about Ladybug. He just couldn't help it. He kissed the top of her head, and she smiled at him.
"Kiss me kitty."
There was that longing again. For her to say his name. He kissed her anyway, wanting to take away any thoughts of whoever it was that still held some of her heart.
"Mine?"
He asked gently, and she nodded. But for how long? How long until the guy realized what he was missing? How long would he have her, before the guy came back for her? He pulled away, sliding down to the stairs.
"Where are you going?"
"Can you cover the skylight?"
It was dark out, but the lights of the city would still shine in. And he needed complete darkness. He watched her pull a cover over it, and and he flipped off the light, making his way back up to her bed. He crawled up next to her, turning off the light by her bed.
"Eyes closed princess?"
"Yes."
He layed down, closing his eyes so the bright flash wouldn't blind him.
"Plagg, claws in."
He felt free, the leather no longer clinging to his skin.
"Hey Marinette."
He heard Plagg voice, his tone already teasing.
"Hi, Plagg."
She whispered, and Adrien reached up, pulling Marinette down to lay with him.
"Can you see anything?"
She asked, and he opened his eyes, trying to make out the details of her room.
"Nope."
She seemed to relax, and she snuggled up against him.
"You still smell like Chat."
He grinned, and felt her hand slide up his shirt, resting on his chest.
"You still smell like Marinette."
"Very funny kitty."
She whispered, and he closed his eyes. This felt surprisingly warm. And real. With her, in his arms, he felt at home.
"Chatton?"
"Yes princess?"
He asked, and she moved on top of him, her hand still on his chest. He wished he could see her like that.
"I'm not wearing any underwear."
His heart startled at that, and he reached up, running his hands along her legs. They were completely bare, and when his fingers slipped under the hem of the shirt, he found no other fabric.
"Mmm."
He let his hands roam higher, curious now to if she was wearing a bra. His hands skimmed over her breasts, earning a soft sigh from her. So she wasn't.
"You should dress like this more often."
"Then I'd never be able to get your hands off of me."
She teased, but she didn't know just how true that was.
"Kiss me."
She obliged, leaning down and pressing her lips to his. She tasted like sugar, and he smiled against her mouth. He sat up with her, and when she opened her mouth slightly, he pushed his tongue in, seeking more of that sweet taste. He felt her hands pulling at his shirt, and he forced himself to pull away, letting her take it off. The second it was over his head he leaned back into her, his mouth hungry for hers. She seemed to feel the same, her tongue searching for his before he even got the chance. He could feel her hands running down his back, and he wondered if she was trying to commit it to memory, like he had done the other night. She wasn't too patient, but he didn't mind. She pushed off of his lap, leaning on her knees. He had to tilt his head back to keep their kiss intact, and he felt her unbutton his jeans. She pulled her head back, and he shook his head slightly, even if she couldn't see it.
"Chatton..."
Her voice was breathy, and he pulled her back down to him, kissing her harder. That voice was everything to him. He leaned back, pulling her with him. He kissed her like it would be their last, and he wanted her to remember. He wanted to be more to her than that guy could ever dream of. He kicked his shoes off, his socks going with them. He flipped her over next to him, finally breaking the kiss. He could hear her panting, and he loved the sound. Adrien pushed his pants off, laying back down next to her in just his boxers. This part he was nervous about. He didn't want to feel like he was pushing her, since neither of them have had sex before.
"Are you sure?"
He breathed, and felt her move beside him. She grabbed his arm and pulled him so that he was on his side, and she kept pulling. He moved on top of her, finding that she had removed the shirt.
"Make love to me Chatton."
He shifted his boxers down, his heart pounding. He wasn't waiting anymore. Neither was she. They both deserved this. He placed the head of his cock at her entrance, and leaned back up, kissing her again. He pushed forward gently, and she made a sound that resembled a whimper. He tried to go more slowly, not wanting to hurt her. But god she felt good. He felt resistance, and she tensed.
"Relax."
He whispered against her lips, barely able to breathe. So this is what he had been missing all these years. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and he kissed her much more gently than he had been. He pushed harder, and he felt a small pop, and her nails dug into his skin. He flinched, pushing in as much as he could, before relaxing against her. Her breath was coming in gasps, and he leaned up, her breath fanning his face.
"You okay?"
That sounded lame, but he didn't know what else to say.
"I'm fine Chatton."
She whispered, and he took notice of the stinging on his back. She must have scratched him. He slowly pulled out, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he did. She felt amazing. He slowly thrust back in, and she sighed. He started picking up the pace, wanting to get her back to that want again, to distract her from any discomfort. She started moving against him, it was small at first, but he definitely felt when she started using more force. It felt like he went deeper each time she did it. She was moaning, and the sound made him move faster. He wanted her to scream his name. He wanted her to be lost with only thoughts of him to keep her company. He wanted her to be his, and only his. Her hands were everywhere, his back, his arms, his hair. He could tell she was getting close. He was too. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and she pulled his hair, bringing his face down to hers. He liked how forceful it felt, like if she went another moment without his lips she wouldn't survive. Her legs tightened around him, and he felt her pussy tighten, squeezing his cock. She was cumming, because of him. She moaned into the kiss, and he couldn't take it. That sound, how tight she was. He was on the edge. He grabbed her hips, starting to pull out, but he hadn't been fast enough, and her legs had been wrapped around him too tightly. He came in her, his entire body shaking. He collapsed on top of her, and they stayed like that for a moment, both trying to catch their breath. He wanted to apologize, they hadn't discussed that at all. He should have been more careful.
"Don't worry Chatton. I'm on birth control."
She whispered, and relief flooded through him. At least she wasn't angry.
"Next time I'll bring a condom."
He kissed her, and he knew for certain. He wanted her. For the rest of his life. No one else.
"I love you."