Marinette pulled her phone out her bag and pressed the logo to take her onto the internet, and ultimately onto Google.

Sex positions for having a baby boy.

The page loaded up and her eyes widened. She quickly turned her phone screen off and slammed the phone in her bag. Though not without a mouse like squeak.

Marinette and Adrien hadn't spoken for at least two hours. All she could think about was what her papa meant, the curiosity got the best of her so she decided to Google it. There was no way she was asking Adrien. The way he was reluctant to tell her meant he knew full well what her father had implied.

"You looked it up, didn't you?" His masculine voice sounded croaky from the lack of talking over the past couple of hours.

She looked towards him as he gave her a quick glance and a small smile. They both burst out laughing, and she covered her face groaning as she lay back into her slightly reclined chair.

"So your papa wants us to do it doggy style? Is that how you imagined your first time?"

"Adrien ... I mean this in the nicest possible way. Please, shut up."

Adrien let out another bark of a laugh. She was too cute for words. He knew she wasn't as innocent as she made herself out to be. He also knew that most girls thought about sex positions and how they wanted to lose their virginities. Hell, he'd been the one to do it for them numerous times. Yet, he never cared to ask what he was about to ask Marinette. Usually he just wanted to make sure he'd fulfilled his own needs.

"Well now you're finally communicating with me again, I wanted to ask you a question. But I want you to promise me you're not going to act all freaked out and ignore me until the others join us Saturday."

Marinette bent forward to pull out some of her stitching, she really needed to get the sequins on the outfits in her bag. They still had quite a while to go until they reached the hotel and to be honest she wasn't going to take her hands off him when they got there.

She'd been watching him drive and, my, it was a sight for sore eyes. His car was big and masculine and it suited him completely. The leather on the inner workings just showed off how glorious he actually was. A knight in shining armour. Although she was quite sure a knight in shining leather would be more his part.

"Ok, go ahead."

"I was wondering how you'd imagined your first time." Adrien gave her a quick glance noticing she'd began to fidget in her chair. Hopefully, this was a good sign.

"You sure you want to know?" She questioned.

"Yeah, I want to make it as special as possible for you. If you still want to do it that is?" Marinette turned to face him.

"You don't?"

"I never said that, Mari."

"Are you sure you want to do this, Adrien? I don't want to put you in a position you're not comfortable with?"

"I thought we'd been over this millions of times, Princess. I would do you wherever you wanted, whenever you wanted and however you wanted. I l-," he let out a sigh. It's not the time for him to be dropping out the 'l' word. It needed to be without any hidden agendas. Just them. Just the two of them. It was getting a bit too easy to almost say it. The more time he spent with her the closer he was becoming to saying it. It wanted to slip off his tongue so badly, he was terrified he was just going to spill it.

Yesterday, during his shoot for her, he'd almost dropped it out about eight times. Not that he was counting or anything. But they would just be sitting there, watching television and suddenly she'd snuggle into him or say something cute and he just wanted to say it. He really, really wanted to tell her, but he'd promised not yet. It had to be special.

"So, you think I'm just someone that's easy ... " She had a smirk on her face, she knew Adrien couldn't see it because of concentrating on the road. She wanted to see if she could make him freak out.

"I didn't say that! Damn it Marinette, stop putting obstacles in the way."

"Wow! Slow down big boy." She let out a laugh. "I'm only kidding. I'm glad you find me that sexy. It does great work for my ego."

"You have no idea how sexy I find you!" He stated with a groan. He turned his head to look into his blind spot, before changing lanes ready to pull off at the next exit. His knuckles were practically white from holding the steering wheel so tightly.

"I'm sure you'll show me."

"That I certainly will, M'lady."

Again he gave her a quick look and they smiled together. As Adrien took the exit his eyes narrowed as he looked into direct sunlight. Being the amazing girlfriend she is, Marinette opened the glove compartment and found his sunglass.

Opened the case she gave them a quick clean before handing them over to Adrien. It seemed like such a normal thing to do. Like they did this every weekend as they took a trip to the beach ... or somewhere similar. Although, perhaps there would be small blonde haired children talking and giggling in the back. Wow! Where had they came from? She scalded herself for thinking that way. It was just temporary. Her and Adrien were temporary. Yes, he was becoming the boy she once knew. The sweet, kind and caring boy, however he was still Adrien Agreste, sex God and un-claimable.

"So Princess, let me ask you again. How have you dreamed of losing your virginity? As I've already said, I want to make it as special as possible for you."

"That's sweet, Adrien. My idea is stupid though. It won't happen so don't worry about it." Marinette carried on placing the sequins on her design and hand stitching them in.

"Mari, stop avoiding it and just tell me."

"Fine." She let out a huffed breath and placed the dress she was stitching in her lap.

"I kinda, well ... you know in Pretty Woman when Richard Gere gets her all dressed up and then takes her to that fancy restaurant?"

"You want to be wined, dined and fucked?" Adrien smirked at her fantasy.

"No, not fuck ... " Marinette's voice trailed off as she spoke the last words. "make love." Her hands we're playing with each other in her lap. This was embarrassing, why did he need to know this?

"I didn't hear you. What did you say?"

"Make love." Marinette's voice was quiet still. She decided to pick up her sewing and continue, hopefully it'll help Adrien understand that the subject is closed. She could feel her face progressing through the amazing shades of red. She had just about hit every colour.

"Make ... love?" Adrien questioned.

"Yes." Marinette exclaimed. Still not looking at his face.

"What's the difference?" He questioned, shrugging his shoulders and continuing his view on the road.

"There's a big difference."

"And you would know ... how?"

"I'm not an idiot, Adrien. I've read romance fiction stories, and seen films."

"But have you experienced it? No. Seriously Princess, sex is sex. There's only one feeling that comes with it and that's the relief of emptying your ball sack."

Marinette began to laugh and placed her design back into her lap again.

"I can't exactly say I know what emptying my ball sack is like."

"You're ovaries then, whatever it is you empty. My point is no matter how you do it, it's all the same."

Marinette sighed. No way was she letting him win this. She knew there was a difference. She'd spoken about it enough with her girlfriends to understand that as soon as they had became serious with their partner the feeling they experienced became more extreme.

"Perhaps you don't know because you haven't experienced it yet?"

"Believe me I've fucked a number of beautiful woman, and every single one of them felt the same. A relief. A built up stress relief."

Twisting in her seat, Marinette looked Adrien up and down. He truly believed it was just a stress relief. God, he could be an ass sometimes. An unloved, used ass. She knew she had no idea how to actually make love, but she was going to try hard to give him a different experience to a one night stand.

The thought registered about what the deal actually was. Could she just stick with the one night? Or would she need more? The thought of seeing Adrien repeatedly naked was questioning her reasoning. Perhaps she'd leave the choice to him. If she was crap in bed it was most likely he'd end it there and then. Maybe if he enjoyed it, he'd approach her to do it again.

"Well, I'm glad I can be a stress relief for you. What has it been? Four months? You must be ready to burst."

Adrien scoffed. He actually didn't know what to say. He loved the sassy side to her. It had actually been five months and believe he knew about it. But was Marinette just a stress relief to him? Definitely not. She was way more than a stress relief. To be fair she caused most of the stress in his life. Adrien laughed to himself as he began to overtake a couple of slow moving vehicles.

"How can you be a stress relief, when you're the most stressful thing in my life?"

She could see him smirking as he kept his eyes on the road, with his perfect teeth on his perfect face. She was just glad that she couldn't see his eyes. She would be a complete goner, she had no doubt his beautiful emeralds would be sparkling. That face of his and the way he teased her ... it's everything she ever wanted in a relationship.

"Rude!" She exclaimed. He could hear the smile in her voice as she spoke. His heart fluttered at the prospect of teasing her. He loved the way she responded to him. Just another reason to fall in love with Marinette Dupain-Cheng. When she wanted to be, she was sassy, she gave back as good as he gave. He'd found his perfect sparring partner and it excited him.

Thinking about it now, he wasn't surprised that over half of his class at school had had a crush on Marinette at some point. Even Nino.

Adrien remembered the way everyone used to discuss his and Marinette's friendship in the locker room at school. Everyone always wanted to know what they used to do in their spare time. People believed they were together. People wanted them to be together. They were voted most likely to get married by their class, yet they weren't even a couple.

"You are a lot more than a stress relief to me. I can't wait to show you what lust feels like."

Lust? What the hell did mean? Adrien squirmed at his choice of words as Marinette hummed, continuing with her stitching. They were less than thirty minutes from their overnight destination and Adrien was yet to have the conversation with Marinette that was bouncing around in his head.

The sun was still high in the sky as it began to reach late afternoon. It shouldn't be too late when they reached the hotel and the prospect of having that time together filled both of them with excitement.

"Listen, Princess. There's something I need to speak to you about. Don't laugh but there's actually something I'm really worried about this weekend."

Marinette continued to sew, allowing wild ideas to run through her head. Was he worried about how her girly area was? She'd been for a wax with Alya ready for this weekend. Not because Alya knew she was going to have sex, but because they were going to be wearing bikini's for majority of their time in the villa.

"Yes?" The response was filled with fear.

"I'm worried about the reason Luka and Lila are going to be there?" He responded. She could see his eyebrows creasing together.

"You and me both. I didn't think Luka was good friends with Alya or Nino, and then Lila? Well, you might have to be my alibi just in case I drown her."

Adrien's laugh echoed around the car and Marinette couldn't help but smile along with him. The butterflies in her stomach were truly awake now. She was counting the minutes down until they were in the hotel.

"I don't mind being your partner in crime, Bugaboo."

"Thanks Kitty. But still why have they been asked to come?"

Marinette knew Adrien knew something. It was so obvious from his expression.

"I know about Luka. Lila's a mystery to me though. We're almost at the hotel, when we get checked in I promise I will tell you everything I know. I just want to be able to see you when I do."

"Ok, I trust you." With that Marinette went back to stitching and Adrien kept his eyes on the road.

He knew she needed to know. It was important that she did. Adrien knew for a fact both parties were going to be out to strike at them the weekend and he wanted to make sure they were prepared. He needed to know they were a team. Them against the world, again.