~Warning. This chapter contains a sexual encounter and is only for mature audiences. You have been warned.~
Adrien
He stood as relaxed as he could manage for the photographer, who insisted he was too tense. Of course he was. All he could think about was Marinette, and how she had lied. She had told her boyfriend, that she was with her boyfriend last night. What a load of bullshit. He knew there wasn't anyone else, because of the way she paled when he claimed kitty had called. But still. What was she hiding? What happened last night that she didn't want to tell him?
"Sit down. And smile. You look like you're brooding."
He sat down on the bench, trying to focus on the photographer, and not his lying girlfriend. But how could he? It was different. Marinette didn't lie to him. This wasn't like she told a little fib to keep him from worrying about her. This was something else entirely. He forced a smile, and the photographer rolled his eyes, snapping pictures anyway. At least this was the last thing he had to do today. He could go visit her as Chat, and maybe she would tell him. She said she had loved him last night. Maybe she would tell him the truth. He smiled a little at that, and heard the photographer gasp.
"There, yes hold that thought. Inspired! Beautiful!"
He wanted to roll his eyes, but he did as asked. Marinette loved him. She had said so herself. She was his, and there was nothing to worry about. She wouldn't cheat. He knew that, so why was he so worried?
* * * * *
He opened the skylight, gently lowering down onto her bed. She was curled up in the blankets, and he quietly shifted and laid next to her. She stirred a little, and he closed his eyes. Chat wasn't going to interrogate her. If she was lying, she probably had a reason for it. He just had to get over it. Adrien on the other hand, was going to find out what she was hiding. He wrapped his arm around her, burying his face in her hair.
"Kitty?"
He smiled at how sleepy she sounded, and she rolled over facing him. She smiled, and scooted closer, kissing him on the cheek.
"I missed you."
"Its only been a day since I last saw you princess."
She sighed, wrapping an arm around him and pressing into his chest.
"It felt like forever ago. Can you take off the suit?"
He looked around the room, the light was still on, and he didnt want to get up to turn it off.
"Not with the light on."
He looked around, to see if there was anything else, and his eyes landed on a scarf draped over the railing. He grabbed it and sat up, looking down at her.
"You like blindfolds?"
She shrugged, and he pulled her into a sitting position, gently tying it around her eyes.
"Hmm. Can you see me?"
"No."
"How many fingers am I holding up?"
She layed back down, sighing.
"Six?"
"Oh? Lucky guess?"
"It was. I really can't see anything."
He grinned, leaning over her.
"I know. I didn't hold any fingers up. Plagg, claws in."
With a flash of green Plagg was floating next to them, and he smirked at Adrien.
"Getting kinky huh?"
"Shoo."
Adrien snapped, and he heard Marinette giggle softly. Plagg flew off, and he turned his attention back to Marinette.
"What's the verdict Marinette? Are we getting kinky?"
She smiled, and he watched her bite her lip.
"We can."
He crouched over her, watching her expressions. She seemed a little nervous, which he didn't mind. She was even cuter when she was nervous.
"I want you to help me get your clothes off. Then, you're going to stay still. Okay?"
She was blushing already, and he loved that. She nodded, and he helped her sit up. The shirt was going to be hard, because they had to be careful not to disturb the blindfold. She got her arms out, and they both carefully got it over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra, and he sucked in a breath. He had seen her naked as Chat, but this felt different. Every time he had taken the suit off it was completely dark, and he couldn't see her. This was so much better. He could watch her every move. And if the scarf even slipped, she would know who he was. The thought was thrilling, and he pushed her back on the bed, moving to get her shorts off. He pulled them down, and smiled at the black lace she wore underneath. She had worn that for him, and only him. He debated leaving them on, but he couldn't. He slowly slid them down her legs, and she shifted, squeezing her thighs together. She was shy.
"Relax princess. You're gorgeous."
Her cheeks turned crimson, and she slowly loosened her legs, until she was laying completely relaxed. He wanted her right then. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to clear his mind. He didn't want to focus on sex. He wanted to focus on her. On every part of her. He took off his shirt, it had suddenly gotten way too hot in there for that.
"Do you have any lotion?"
Her breathing was already uneven, and he wanted nothing more than to help her with that.
"On my desk."
He got down from the bed and grabbed the bottle, walking over to the trapdoor and locking it. He got back up to her, and she had shifted, her arm over her breasts. He smiled, and rolled her over, so she was on her back. She was quiet, all except for her breathing. He squeezed some of the lotion into his hands, trying to warm it a little bit. He slowly touched her back, and she gasped. He focused on massaging her back, and when he was satisfied he had thoroughly worked her muscles, he flipped her back over. Her breathing was even again, but it wouldn't be that way for long. She wasn't as red as she had been either. He got more lotion, and started at her shoulders, working his way down. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and he bit the inside of his lip as he touched her breasts. She inhaled sharply, and he grinned. At least he knew she wasn't asleep. He avoided her nipples, instead focusing on the rest of her. She didn't seem to appreciate that too much, but he knew she'd forgive him.
"Marinette?"
"Ye- yes?"
She cleared her throat, squirming slightly beneath him. Even that small movement was hot.
"Are you mine?"
"Yes. Of course Chatton."
He couldn't stand that. He wanted to hear his name.
"And whose are you not?"
He watched her features scrunch up in confusion, and he turned his gaze back to her body.
"What?"
"I'm looking for a specific name. Whose, are you not?"
He just needed to hear her say it once like this. He wiped one hand on his jeans, before brushing his fingertips over her nipple. She jerked, and he looked back up at her face. It couldn't be that hard to figure out who he meant.
"Adrien?"
Bingo. He sighed, leaning down and sucking on her nipple, thankful he hadn't put lotion there. She moaned, and he slowly pulled away. His body ached, and he wanted her to fix it.
"Who can't do this?"
He tugged on the now hardened nipple a little, causing her to arch her back.
"Adrien."
Her voice was much firmer, but he could hear it. She had almost moaned when she said it. He was so close.
"And here?"
He trailed his hand down to her thighs, forcing himself to keep his voice as well as his hands steady.
"Who can't touch you here?"
"Adrien."
Her breath hitched, and he leaned down, slowly running his tounge along her already wet pussy.
"And here Marinette? Who can't taste?"
He watched her, and when she opened her mouth to speak, he took the opportunity. He sucked on her clit gently, and her back arched, making her finally say it the way he needed to hear.
"Adrien!"
He couldn't take it anymore. That was the sexiest thing he had ever heard, in his entire life. He dug through his pocket and pulled out a condom, he had been carrying it around since that night. He quickly stripped out of his pants, moving on top of her to kiss her. Sure, it hadn't been that she was moaning for Adrien, but it sure as hell felt like it. He felt her hands, touching his hips, trying to pull him into her. He slid the condom on as quickly as he could, before relaxing. Her hand found his cock, and and he sighed from the touch. He had been aching for that. She guided it to her entrance, and he slowly started to push in, almost loosing his breath from the feeling.
"God, Marinette."
He whispered, burying his face into her hair as he pushed all the way in. She still felt as tight as she had before. She sighed in response, her breath still catching. Oh how he loved that sound. He started thrusting, slow and steady at first. He found himself focusing on her breathing, and the sounds she made instead of the hands pulling his hair, or trailing down his back. She was incredible. Every part of her was amazing. She was getting close, he could tell. He just needed a little more.
"Marinette?"
Her response was a moan, and he could feel her movements changing, becoming more erratic than they had been. She was on the edge, and he was going to push her over.
"Who can't make love to you, because you're mine?"
She whimpered, and he thrust into her hard, making her gasp. He felt her tighten, and he kept going, praying she would say it. He just needed it one more time.
"Adrien!"
She cried out as she came, and it was enough to sent him tumbling over the edge. He held her tightly, until his orgasm subsided. He didn't want to move, practically collapsing on top of her. She was panting, and he shifted to keep some of his weight off of her.
"I love you too kitty."
She whispered, and he looked at her. He wanted to take the blindfold off. He wanted to tell her he loved her too, without a mask hiding who he was. He kissed her lips, and she smiled against his mouth. He got off of her, pulling the condom off and tossing it in the trash. He didn't want to get dressed. Not yet. He got under the covers, even though he was sweaty and it was hot. She got under them with him, laying on his chest. He could do this. For the rest of his life. He could wake up to her every morning, and fall asleep next to her every night. He wanted to.
"I love you too Marinette."
He whispered, and she snuggled harder into his chest. She was everything he wanted, and so much more. That was when he realized it. There was no other choice. He was going to have to tell her who he was eventually. She couldn't be with Chat forever, it would have to be Adrien. He hoped, that when that time came, she would be okay with it.
* * * * *
He woke up and squinted, looking around the room. Where was he? His gaze traveled down his chest, to where Marinette was still fast asleep. Her hair was curly, and he wondered if it was because of last night. She looked so peaceful. Her blindfold was gone, it had slipped down around her neck at some point last night. He slowly slid the pillow out from under his head, placing it loosely over her face as he shifted her off of him. She loudly groaned, and started trying to push the pillow away.
"Morning princess. Can you keep your eyes closed?"
She stopped pushing at the pillow, and he peaked under it. She still had her eyes closed. He kissed her gently, before getting up and hunting down his clothes. He quickly got dressed, looking around for Plagg.
"Plagg?"
He whispered, and his kwami flew out from one of her desk drawers, looking annoyed.
"Claws out."
Plagg whined loudly as Adrien transformed, and he climbed back up into the loft. Marinette slowly shifted the pillow down, looking up at him.
"I have to go. I'll see you later princess?"
She nodded, sitting up and kissing him. He untied the scarf, and held it up.
"Mind if I keep this?"
She grinned and rolled her eyes, laying back down.
"Sure kitty."