They walked back to Marinette's house in silence, neither knowing what to say or do. Completely out of their depths. His large hand was placed around her small one filling her with an over whelming feeling of protectiveness. She loved how big he was compared to her small size, everything about him made her feel safe.

They walked down the path to her front door when she noticed his car was already in her driveway. She smiled thinking about how sure he was of himself, she wondered if he'd share the joke so she turned to look up at him. His face was deadly serious, and by deadly she meant he looked as though he was going to kill someone. He caught her eye and she looked straight down at the floor. Was he already regretting what he'd told her? Everyone knew Adrien Agreste didn't have feelings.

Reaching the front door she fumbled in her little side bag looking for her keys. She'd become nervous, she was about to go into her home with her fake, now real boyfriend. He'd pretty much poured his heart out to her and now they needed to talk about how this way going to work. She was Adrien Agreste's girlfriend. He wanted her. If she didn't pull herself together quickly she was quite sure she was going to faint.

With a shaky hand she reached forward trying to fit the key into the lock. After three failed attempts the keys ended up dropping onto her doorstep. As she reached down to grab them, so did Adrien. Their heads collided with a thunk, knocking Marinette over onto her bottom.

"Geez, I'm sorry Mari. Here -" he offered his hand out to her helping her stand up. "Are you ok?"

"Oh yes. I'm brilliant, good, great, fandabbydozy!" She was looking over to the side, she hadn't the guts to meet his face.

She heard a rattling of keys and then a sigh.

"You're not looking at me again. I'm getting impatient with this Princess." Placing a hand on the small of her back, he guided her into the house.

Switching on the hallway light she turned around. Adrien had shut the door and was leaning against it. Arms folded and over all stance intimidating.

"Kiss me." He said.

"'Or something' has kissing involved then." Before she could say anything else he was on her. Pulling her into his arms and his lips pressing onto hers. For the first time ever she was making out with someone. As his tongue slipped into her mouth she quickly pulled away and position her hand over her lips.

"Ok, y-y-yeah." She turned around and walked into the lounge dropping onto the sofa. Adrien remained in the doorway to the room unsure whether he would be sent packing. Had he taken it too far to fast. She looked up at him, hand still over mouth before dropping her eyes to the floor.

Seeing this action he knew there was more too it. He pushed himself off the doorframe and walked over to Marinette. He sat next to her and placed one of his warm hands onto her bare thigh. Her dress had risen so high he could almost see what was underneath.

"I've never ..."

He looked at her as she began to play with her fingers in her lap.

"I've ... well ... it's just -"

He moved his hand from her thigh and placed it on her hands messing around in her lap. She stopped and looked at him. Every ounce of his soul encouraging her to go on. For her to let out whatever was troubling her. To share her troubles with him, to let him try and fix it.

"I've never made out with anyone before." She whispered only just loud enough for Adrien to hear.

"Well I'm honoured to be the first." He moved in towards her. Her automatic reaction was to move back, ending up toppling the two of them onto the sofa. Adrien's large body smashing into hers.

Her hands were placed on his chest and he couldn't help but feel the burn through his tee at her hands warmth. He loved when she touched him.

"Are you wearing a bulletproof vest?" She asked.

"I've got to with you. Princess, we can stay as friends if this is an issue for you. At the moment you're giving me very mixed messages." He looked down at her praying to whatever Holy entities existed that she wasn't going to back out. For once he'd given his heart, he didn't want it broken within the matter of thirty minutes.

"What if I'm rubbish?" She said to him.

"Fucking hell, Mari! This is ridiculous! Stop putting obstacles in the way and let me kiss you. I will beg if you want me too."

Marinette couldn't help the twitch in her lips. As much as she would like to be the reason Adrien Agreste begged for something he was right, she was being ridiculous. She moved her hands up his body looping them around his neck, nodding to him that she was ready.

Still supporting himself on his right arm he stroked down her face with his left hand. He was taking his time, making her want it as much as he did. Finally resting his hand cupping her chin he moved in. He started kissing her gently, listening to her reactions to decide whether to move more. Her hands began to trail into his hair, pulling it ever so slightly and he couldn't help the smile over taking his face.

"Why are you smiling Agreste?" She opened her eyes and looked at his, as they broke for a quick breath.

"Because I know you're enjoying it. Your little whimpers are so cute."

"Shut up and keep kissing me."

"As you wish M'Lady."

Leaning down to her again their lips reconnected. She closed her eyes and got lost in the amazing taste of him. She was addicted. Completely addicted. She felt his tongue lick her bottom lip and she gasped pushing him away off her body.

"I've heard of playing hard to get, but Mari this is getting unreasonable." He placed his head in his hands and dropped his elbows onto his knees. Sitting up next to him she straightened out her dress to cover where it had lifted on her legs.

Adrien couldn't understand what was happening. She had agreed to this yet here she was pulling away. All he wanted was to kiss her. He wasn't asking for anything else. Just a simple way to show her what she meant to him. Ok so perhaps he wanted more than that. He wanted to make out with her until she was lightheaded and could only think of his name. That she'd beg him to take her over and over again.

He felt a hand on his hair. Stroking through him, calming him. He was quite sure if he was a cat he'd be purring by now.

"Adrien. I'm sorry. I just don't want to disappoint you. I've been wanting this for years but now it's here and I don't know what to do."

He lifted his head up from his position on his knees. Looking at her. Studying her beautiful blue eyes. He began to move forward again and she moved forward too. This time he let her lead. She kissed him on the lips, and pulled away. She kissed him again. Looking into his deep green eyes she suddenly got absorbed by their beauty.

Marinette shuffled onto her knees. Still remaining next to him and took his face in her hands. Her soft small hands. Stroking along his cheek bones and his jawline she felt him gulp. This was it. This was the moment. She just needed to stop acting like such a teenager. She felt his hand on the small of her back, pulling her in towards his body.

As their lips met again something was different. She was in control and she liked it. Perhaps she wanted to dominate. She licked his lip this time and it took him only a second to respond. Opening his mouth so her tongue could enter and meet his. One of his hands made its way to the back of her head, spraying his fingers through her luscious midnight glow locks.

Pressing her chest forward she completely committed herself to the moment, letting her hands wrap around his neck. She could taste wine and pastries on his tongue from their evening with their friends. This night had gone completely different to what she had expected. Gradually she began to pull away, stealing kisses as she moved backwards.

"Serial killer eyes again." She said with a gulp.

"I can't help it around you." He pulled her forwards again, manoeuvring her to straddle his lap and kissing her again. He twisted his head to make the kiss deeper and she willingly obliged. She pushed and pulled along with him, her tongue and mouth being the perfect sparring partner. This time he knew he'd got the right target.

Finally pulling away with a sigh, she kept her eyes closed. Living in the moment just a minute longer. That was until his phone started to ring. Groaning he pulled it out his pocket, seeing the name on the caller ID he rolled his eyes.

Gabriel Agreste.

Looking at the name Marinette thought Adrien must be the only person she knew who put his fathers full name in his phone book instead of a word of endearment. The thought got her wondering what he had in his phone book for her. She motioned a drink to him as he took the call and he nodded.

"What do you want?"

Is that anyway to speak to your father?

"To be honest, I don't want to speak to you at all so why are you calling me?"

I hear you and your slut will be attending fashion week.

Adrien felt a lump form in his throat and he was so tempted to say something back to his paternal sperm donor but what was the point. His father didn't care and he would never care, but he would cause hell if Adrien disagreed with him. That's something he knew.

"Yes and ...?"

I take it you'll be modelling. After all we all know she didn't get this job off her own credit.

"Seriously Gabriel, what do you want?"

I'm sending you a friendly warning, as father to son. Whatever this thing is, it'll wreck your modelling career. She's a low budgeted wannabe designer. She'll never get you the money I used to. Plus, if you're still together by December you're out my will remember.

Adrien rubbed his brow, a headache forming in his front cortex. Why couldn't you choose family? He'd love to choose himself a new father, and a new mother as well. He hadn't seen her for years. Only the occasional letter along with an annual birthday and Christmas card.

"I really don't give a shit anymore to be honest."

Don't use that language with me, boy! I deserve a lot more respect than that.

He couldn't believe his father still treated him like a child, after everything he'd done to him. The neglect, the constant locking up in his room, the working him to his bones. He just wished he could man up a little to tell his father where to shove it. But his father was right, he was still only a boy. He was yet to prove himself as a man.

He looked to the doorway and saw Marinette walking back in holding onto two steaming cappuccinos. The worry and query in her eyes made his heart long for her. As if hearing his thoughts she placed the cups down gently and climbed up next to him, rubbing circles over his back. Soothing him the only way she could think of.

"You deserve nothing from me Mr Agreste. Now have you got anything else to say to me?"

No that's all.

"Good!" Adrien ended the call and threw his phone against the pillows on the end of Marinette's sofa.

"Don't let him get to you anymore. You're not a child, Adrien. You're famous, you're a legend and a hero, you're kind and sweet and caring. You don't need the likes of your asshole father to appreciate you. He's not even worth the time. You have the love from the rest of your family and friends. From Junior, who by the way will make you his favourite person ever after he sees the costume you've got him for his birthday tomorrow."

"Have I got you?" He asks, broken and despondent.

"For as long as you want me." Marinette responded, taking his face into another deep kiss. He acted instantly, a deep groan escaping his throat.

"You're getting good at this Princess." He pulls away and rests his forehead against hers. She smiles at him before slapping him on the thigh and completely changing the charged atmosphere into something a little lighter.

"Can I ask you something?" She tucked her feet under herself on the sofa and picked up her hot drink.

"Hit me." He grabbed his own leaning back onto the sofa, one arm on the back and one leg crossed over his knee. He turned his body to face her.

"How is this going to work?" She cradled her drink in both of her hands.

"Well to start with you don't throw food at me."

"You're still going on about that. Let's just say it will happen if desperate times call to desperate measures." She hid her smile behind her cup and she continued to look into Adrien's eyes. He lifted one eyebrow.

"Do it again and I'll be taking you down to tickle town." He kept his eyes on her as he took a sip of his cappuccino. It was perfect. Just like the girl who made it.

"Tickle town? Purrrrr-lease! You can't use something against me that you knew from when we were kids. That's sacrilege."

"I think I can and I think I will. Desperate times call for desperate measures." He winked at her as he took another drink. He looked into his mug. Was there seriously anything this girl couldn't do?

"I have a rule I would like to put in place. If this 'or something' includes sex. Then it's a one time thing. It'll only happen once. We will only have sex one time. Once."

Adrien smirked at the flustering girl in front of him. That's more times than he thought it would happen, he hadn't even considered it. He was sure he could play with her over this.

"So I get to take your virginity? I better message the guys and tell them I won." He reached for his discarded phone.

Marinette's face dropped.

"What!"

Adrien held a serious face for all of two seconds before he burst out laughing.

"Sorry I just couldn't help myself."

She placed her cup down then moved back to smack him on the arm.

"You're an asshole, Agreste!" She stood up to leave. He placed his drink down quickly and pulled her back onto his lap.

"I'm your asshole."

"I hate you."

"You love me." With that he took her mouth with his own, claiming her undivided attention for the remainder of the night.