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AdrienAgreste_official: Heartbroken that people can believe such bullshit printed in the news regarding myself and @Maribug🐞. Those out there searching for the truth, here are a couple of facts.

1. There is nothing going on between myself and Ms. Rossi. The picture taken was a group picture which had been cropped from the Friday evening. She is manipulative, and one of the reasons I no longer model for 'Gabriel'.

2. Ms. Tsurugi did not spend any evening with me. The only girl sleeping next to me was my beautiful girlfriend @Maribug🐞 Kagami is in a committed relationship and I adore my girlfriend.

Please respect our privacy during this time, it has been very emotional and we are legally dealing with these matters.

Adrien had been on calls all week to discuss the recent matter with a solicitor. Due to the lies it seemed as long as there was proof they could sue for slander on both himself and Marinette's behalf. He was going to fight for this. He was going to fight for her love, and he was willing to put everything on the line to console her and bring her back to him.

Adrien stood in the mirror and straightened his bow tie. He'd been messaging Marinette often over the past week with few and far replies from her. He hated it. He truly hated it. She had became part of him and he swore he couldn't function without her by his side, without her he felt like part of himself was missing. Not just any part though, the best part.

He sighed as he tugged the bow tie apart for the fourth time before threading his fingers around the straps of material and starting to manoeuvre them again to form the bow around his neck. It was the night of the gala and he was less then thrilled to be going. All he could think about was Marinette's words. The words that he was still only with her for the job. Adrien meant every word he'd in reply. He would forget the job if it meant he could forever devote himself to her. Loosing her had only confirmed what he was already feeling, he wanted her. He wanted her for the rest of his life.

Two days ago he'd found himself stopping and staring into jewellers as he walked the streets of Paris. His eyes were drawn to the pictures of men with incredibly happy women. Two people who had taken that step to join their lives together. Adrien was sure, for the first time in his life he had made a decision he wanted to keep. He was going to marry Marinette. He wanted to be with her for the rest of his life. No girl ever matched to this amazing woman he'd spent two months with. Yes she had annoyed the hell out of him the first day she came to see him, but would he go back and do it all over again? Without a doubt. She'd become his heart, the breath that he took each day.

With one final look in the mirror Adrien checked for dust before placing on his overcoat and heading out to the limousine currently waiting next to the sidewalk. He was treating her in style tonight. He had the money so why shouldn't he. His Princess deserved the best in life. His Princess deserved the world. Sliding into the back he signalled for his driver to advance towards Marinette's house. His heart was racing rapidly and he could feel the sweat beginning to soak through the armpits of his white dress shirt. Attractive, he thought as he opened a window and tried to calm himself down. This was going to be one hell of a night.

Marinette looked in the mirror and checked her eyes one last time. She'd hardly slept over the past week. With the fashion show a mere seven days away, plus not having Adrien around to support and comfort her, she felt like she could rival a zombie from 'The Walking Dead'. She couldn't believe how much his mood and motivations would inspired her. She had always loved having Adrien around when they were teens, but these past two months had made him a fundamental part of her life. It had reached the point that she could not function properly without him. Marinette had hardly slept, ate or washed over the past week. Too much was happening in her head to care. Too much was happening with Adrien Agreste.

Alya had been around that afternoon to try and sort out her grey skin and purple eyes, luckily the girl was magic with make up and managed to make Marinette look somewhere desirable. She'd tied her hair up into a messy bun and let a couple of strands settle either side of her bangs. She was happy with how she looked and couldn't help but want Adrien to like it too.

She hadn't stopped thinking about the argument between them. She'd broken him. She knew she had. After all this time trying to protect his heart and her own she'd managed to break apart both, if it didn't feel so horrendous she'd laugh at its irony. She knew she was out of order, she knew it was her fault but she had no idea how to fix it. Fear struck her about whether they were actually compatible.

He was famous and deserved so much more, she'd been selfish wanting him. She didn't deserve him, but God she wanted him. She wanted him so badly, that she had made sure he would be drooling at the sight of her. Heck, what was she doing? She isn't allowed to be messing him around this much, especially when his heartbreak was her fault. She gave herself one last look over and gave herself a nod. This would do, she just wanted him to see her as the woman she felt when she was with him. Desirable, wanted, beautiful.

Her dress was a pale pink tight fitting dress. The pencil skirt of the dress hugged her backside and was complimented by a small split up one of her thighs. The dress hung just below her knees and made her small doll like legs seem exceptionally long. Marinette knew Adrien liked her bum, the exact reason to why she'd chosen that certain material and style. It was all for him.

The top was simple. A sweetheart neckline where the material crossed delicately over each breast gathering itself in the point of her cleavage. The straps sat balanced on the top of her forearms. The dress didn't need them due to the tight fitting nature, but they added a nice aesthetic to the overall design. Her final item, the ladybug necklace. As she placed it around her neck she couldn't help but stroke down the chain and cup the pendant, placing it against her lips and closing her eyes tight.

She missed him so much. Everything about him.

The doorbell rang pulling her from her thoughts before she could began to cry. This wasn't the time to cry. She'd promised to help Adrien get this job and she wasn't going to stop until she did. Taking a deep calming breath she walked to the door ready for the night to begin.

The limousine ride was painfully silent. Neither knew what to talk about, every now and then making small talk towards each other about the weather, his mother, her parents, her fashion week collection. It was awful and it was not them.

"Stop the car!" Adrien announced, shocking Marinette out of her daydream of 'what if's' regarding Adrien Agreste in a tuxedo.

"Adrien, what are you doing?" Marinette inquired. They were going to be late if they didn't continue now.

"I'm not doing it this way Marinette. This ... whatever the hell is happening at the moment, this is not us. This is not how we act."

His glassy green eyes starred into her sky blue orbs. Neither were willing to blink, they'd both missed this eye contact. This closeness.

"How do we act?" She asked.

"Not like this Mari, and you know it! I can't stand you being so silent. Shout at me, insult me! Just don't avoid me. I can't bare the silence."

She looked him over unsure what to say without either bursting into tears, or giving away her heart only to have it smashed on the floor.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was meek and mild when she spoke and he was so tempted to just grab her and shake her.

"Don't you dare do that. That's what you always do! We've both fucked up here badly, Mari, and I will do whatever it takes to make it better. You must feel that way too, you're wearing my goddamn necklace after all."

Marinette gasped at his words. The passion poured out of him. A passion she hadn't seen in a long time, and it was aimed at her. His passion was all for her.

"Adrien, we cant do this now, but I agree we need to talk. Can we please just try and get through the night? We'll discuss it after next week." He looked her over as she spoke before letting out a scoffed laugh.

"How can you expect me to wait to talk later when you're dressed so sexy I just want to lift your skirt up and fuck you right here, Princess. Do you have any idea what you have done to me? I can't even watch porn anymore. Nothing compares to you. Nothing. I can't have you hate me, I need you. I need you so badly."

"I don't hate you Adrien, but please I need us to go back to our original deal just until Paris Fashion week is over. I just need time."

He shuffled over to her and placed his hands around hers. She had threaded her fingers together and was stroking her thumbs over each other. Her nervous twitch pulled at his heart. Marinette was reverting back, reverting back to the girl he once knew, and it was at that moment he realised the effect he had on her. His actions, his moods and his affections, everything about him played into her personality.

"So what's the game?" He asked. Going back to how he knew they both could work, how they both could work well and together.

"We act like a loved up couple and we can kiss. No more though. I-I ... errr ... I can't handle that at the moment." Marinette couldn't look at him as she spoke, knowing she was breaking her lovers heart.

"Do we get to discuss the 'or something game' again? After fashion week?" Marinette nodded at him.

"Yes," she whispered out. She wanted nothing more than to return to the 'or something' game or, if he'd have it, a new game, 'The loving game'.

Adrien nodded before asking his driver to continue. He wanted her so badly, and it didn't help that she turned up tonight dressed like an absolute Goddess, again! He looked over at her. In a week he was going to fight. This time next week he was going to show her exactly what he felt. This time next week he'd be walking around with a ring in his pocket, solely made for her finger.

"You ready?" Her words broke him out of his thoughts.

"As ready as I can be."

Adrien stepped out the car before walking around to Marinette's side and opened the door for her. It was the first time that evening she'd looked at him in full. He really was stunning. Everything about him; his hair, his eyes, his clothes, and, of course, what was under his clothes.

Marinette clinged onto his arm as if her life depended on it. The paparazzi were out in full force, shouting their names and taking many pictures of the couple. Adrien could feel her shaking beneth his grasp, her fingers clinging into him deeply.

"It's ok, Princess. We're in this together," he whispered, "us against the world."

She nodded and closed her eyes. She'd learned somewhere that happy thoughts can help you relax. All she needed to do was find her happy place. Her happy place? In all honesty her happy place was with Adrien. Sitting next to each other, playing Ultimate Mecha Strike III, and cheating. She loved it when he cheated. It usually involved kisses, cuddling and sometimes a little bit more. She tilted her head up to look at the God like creature standing next to her and finally took action. It was time to stop being so afraid and to start giving him back everything he'd done for her. She was quite sure now that she wasn't what saved him, he had been the one to save her.

As the flashes went off around them she stopped. Her sudden movement causing Adrien to be pulled to a very comical hault. He turned to look at her and was overwhelmed by the look in her eyes. He knew that look. He'd created that look on her many a times. She was showing how desirable he was ... more importantly, how desirable he was to her. Before he could open his mouth to ask if she was ok her lips were on his.

She was sweet, tasty and everything he ever wanted, and he knew this kiss meant more to her than just for show. Her taste was heaven, like a three course meal of his favourite dishes with a fine French wine cooled on the side. The kiss was sweet and he was savouring it. Savouring every moment she connected to him. Every moment she showed she wanted his body as much as he wanted hers. It ended far too soon. The kiss was gone, and he couldn't help but whimper.

Adrien looked into her eyes and couldn't stop the grin morphing his face into a brightness rivaling the sunshine. Then she did something that shocked him. Marinette winked.

"Let's go and get you your dream."

Sliding her arm through his she led the way into the gala, smiling and looking every bit the worshipping girlfriend. He loved this, he loved everything about it. Most of all he loved her.