Adrien
Talk about mixed signals. One minute she wanted to be with him, the next she pushed him away. Though, he wasn't complaining, since tonight was one where she wanted to he with him. She was sitting next to him on the piano bench, wearing his pajamas. God, that was hot. He was having trouble focusing on the song he was playing, his gaze and thoughts constantly wandering to the raven haired girl next to him. She had her eyes closed, as if every note he played had some hidden meaning, and it was her job to find it. She didn't notice when his fingers slipped and hit the wrong key, thankfully. After years of constant piano practice, he should be able to play it in his sleep. Something about her was throwing him off, making him focus on other things. Like how perfect she looked in his shirt. As if it had been made for her to wear it. He finished the song, quickly pulling his hands away from the piano. He had screwed up so many of those notes.
"That was beautiful."
Was it? He leaned against her, closing his eyes. She still smelled like strawberries, probably her shampoo. His heart swelled painfully, and a small chuckle escaped him.
"I love you so much it hurts."
"I know the feeling."
She mumbled, and he frowned. Of course she did. She had loved Adrien so long, and it must have hurt so much when he always said she was a good friend. It must have hurt when he overlooked her, he knew because he went through that with Ladybug. If only he had known back then.
"I'm sorry I didn't notice."
He whispered, and felt her fingers run through his hair.
"Stop apologizing for that."
"If I could make it up to you, I would. In a heartbeat."
"I know."
Her hand stilled, and he could hear something different in her tone.
"Adrien... do you think we could...?"
He shifted, pulling away to look at her. Her cheeks were crimson, and she was staring down at the piano keys, not looking at him.
"What?"
She glanced at him, and she looked like she was in pain. Whatever it was, she didn't want to say it.
"One more time? As Marinette, and Adrien."
He knew what she meant. She was asking about sex. Which of course, he loved. It was the small part about 'one more time' that bothered him. Why only one more time? He could argue. He could ask for an explanation, he could tell her no. But why would he? Since the beginning of their arrangement he had wanted it to be Adrien and Marinette, instead of Chat. He had never wanted a last time though. Hearing her say it made his heart hurt.
"If I say no, it's no forever. Isn't it?"
He asked, dreading her answer. She looked down at his shirt, as if she could see his heart through the fabric.
"That all depends on you Chatton. Forever is a long time. Alot can happen during forever."
How was it up to him, when she was the one driving a wedge between them? He brushed it off, he could never hope to understand her. Not completely. He straddled the bench, leaned forward and kissed her, his face flaring at the touch. This felt different. Was it because she knew who he was? Or because he no longer could hide in the dark, or behind a mask? Not that he wanted to. He wanted her to know it was him. To know that the person that loved her, that kissed away all her pain those nights, the person who had been at her side for all these years, was him. Adrien. Not the model, and not the cat. Just, Adrien. She kissed him as if it was their last night on earth, and he prayed that if it was, he would be in her heaven. Wishful thinking, he knew. But what was a man to do?
"Mari?"
She hummed, slowly pulling back to look at him. He didn't know what to say, not when she looked like that. Her lips were swollen, and there was desire brimming in those blue eyes. He shook his head, standing and offering his hand to her. He could think of a thousand things to tell her, but his lips would simply refuse, only focused on hers. She took his hand without hesitation, standing up and following him. He switched off the light, the room now only illuminated by a small desk lamp. It wasn't completely dark, enough that he could still see her, and she could see him. Her grip on his hand tightened, and she pulled him over to the bed, gently pushing him down onto it. She knew well how to push his buttons, didn't she? She seemed to hesitate, and he pulled the front of her shirt, encouraging her to come closer. She moved into his lap, and he almost frowned at the determined look on her face. She needed to relax. Her lips met his, and he tried his best to get her to relax into him, like she had so many times before. She seemed so nervous and tense, it was setting him on edge.
"Princess?"
He mumbled against her lips, but she didn't respond, instead only kissing him harder. He turned, gently lowering her onto the bed, trying to avoid any sensitive areas. He wanted her to act like she did with Chat. He wanted her to feel comfortable. Why was she so tense now?
"Are you okay?"
He asked, before she could drag him into another kiss. She paused, looking confused.
"What?"
"You're tense."
"I'm nervous."
She admitted, but it didn't feel like nerves. It definitely felt like there was something else.
"We've done this before."
"Not like this."
True, not like this. He sighed, leaning over her and kissing her gently.
"Would you feel better if I put on the suit?"
"No."
Plagg chimed from somewhere in the room, and Adrien turned to glare at the Kwami. Marinette giggled, and he looked back down at her. She sucked in a breath, trying to hold in her laughter. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she lost it, her laughter echoing in the room. She was so beautiful when she laughed like that. Like nothing had ever hurt her. Like she wasn't in pain. Her hands flew to her face, and he immediately grabbed her wrists, pulling them away. He wasn't hiding tonight, and neither should she. A blush raced across her face as her giggling died down, her gaze locked on his. He kissed her again, this time out of pure love. No one could ever compare to her, and no one could ever replace her. Even if after tonight she wanted nothing to do with him, he would forever be dedicated to her, and only her.
* * * * *
He was suprised when he woke up next to her, he had assumed she would take the first chance she got to leave while he slept. She was curled up against him, and he reached over, brushing her hair away from her face. This is what forever would feel like, he realized, watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful. He wondered what her dreams were like, and if she ever dreamed of him. He dreamt of her all the time. It used to be of her in a red suit, now it was just her. His door swung open, and he sat up, pulling the blanket to his chest, making a tent over Marinette's sleeping form. Natalie walked in, looking exhausted.
"Adrien, we returned from-"
"Natalie, I'm naked! Get out."
He snapped, and she looked horrified, quickly turning around.
"I'm sorry, I thought you would be awake by now. Your father would like to see you in his office, as soon as you're dressed of course."
He felt Marinette shift next to him, a small groan coming from the blankets. He reached under, quickly covering her mouth.
"Thanks. I'll be down shortly."
Natalie quickly left, closing his door behind her. He slowly pushed the blanket down, looking down at Marinette, who was staring at him with wide eyes. He removed his hand from her mouth, and she sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest.
"Sorry, Natalie barged in."
She quickly started looking around the room for her clothes, and he pulled her bra from the side of the bed, passing it to her.
"Thanks."
She mumbled, quickly putting it on. Her cheeks were a rosy pink, and he smiled. It was adorable when she blushed. He got up, quickly pulling on his pajama pants, before hunting down the rest of her clothes.
"What time is it?"
He handed her the clothes, checking his phone.
"Ten forty-three."
"Shit."
She snapped, jumping up and quickly pulling on her clothes. He watched with interest, leaning against the wall.
"Where do you want me to drop you off?"
"Near school. I was supposed to meet with Alya to help set up the decorations."
He nodded, calling on Plagg to transform. The kwami groaned the whole time, and Adrien decided against posing. She'd see that later. She slid on her shoes, and he grabbed her purse, handing it to her. She peeked inside, before slinging it over her shoulder.
"Ready?"
"How's my hair?"
"Can I brush it?"
He asked, heading to the bathroom to grab a brush. When he returned, she was sitting at his desk, her hair draped over the back of her seat. He went to work brushing it, wishing he had waited to transform, so he could properly run his fingers through her hair. She brushed one side behind her ear, standing up and looking at him.
"Better?"
"Beautiful."
He grinned, pulling her close to him. He gave her a quick kiss, one he decided would be classified as a Goodmorning kiss.
"Since you're injured, I'm going to have to hold you a little differently."
He locked the door, before returning to her. He leaned down, cupping the back of her thighs. She grabbed his shoulders as he lifted her, and her legs wrapped around his waist. He could definitely get used to this. He launched them out of the window, holding on to her tightly as he made the way to the school.
"Do you think it'll rain?"
She asked, and he glanced up at the graying sky.
"God I hope not. Alya would have a conniption fit."
She had fought to have the dance in the courtyard, which the principal had at first refused, until Alya started a movement.
"Things will get better after graduation."
Marinette whispered, and he looked down at her as they landed behind the school.
"What?"
"They'll get better after. I promise."
She leaned up and kissed him, and if it was possible, there was urgency in her kiss. Her tongue brushed against his lips, and he opened his mouth slightly, allowing her to deepen the kiss. She swirled her tounge around his, and he sighed into her mouth. She slowly pulled away, a soft but sad smile touching her lips. She unwrapped her legs, standing against him. Why did this feel wrong?
"I'll see you at prom."
He nodded, and she walked away, heading for the entrance. Why did that feel like a goodbye kiss?
* * * * *
He stood in front of his father's desk, looking between him and Natalie. They both looked awful, his father had dark circles under his eyes, and Natalie's were red rimmed. Had she been crying?
"Is everything okay?"
"Everythings fine. We're just jetlagged."
That was a lie. He could tell it was a lie.
"We're going to rest today, so if you would, go spend some time with your friends. I've arranged a limo for you and a few others to take you to prom. Please have someone take pictures of you."
So he didn't even want to see him before prom. That was great.
"Of course father. How did the business trip go?"
"Excellent. I was able to accomplish everything I needed to."
Natalie turned away, but before she did, he could see tears in her eyes.
"Natalie? Are you all right?"
"She's just tired. Please gather your things and go have a good time."
Adrien looked between the two again, before nodding and turning on his heel. Something had happened in America. Something bad. What was it?
I know some of you may be upset that I skipped the smut scene between the two of them, and I apologize. But I was running on fumes during these last few chapters. Sorry for all the scene changes, nevertheless I hope you enjoyed.