A/N: [Before you read this chapter, I would like to say that if you believe that I am offending you or anyone specific through the book, I did not intend to do so— please pm me about what the problem is so that I can come up with a solution.]

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Chat 🧀

I had to beg my driver (the Gorilla) to drive me to the clinic, lying about how I was 'not feeling so well' and needed to go ASAP.

He dropped me off at 'La Maison du Don Centre' down 55 Rue de Châteaudun Street where I put on my hoodie— I did not want Paris being suspicious as to why supermodel, Adrien Agreste, needed to urgently go to the clinic. I leaned forward towards the driver's seat before getting out of the vehicle.

"Uhm, can this be between us?" I asked Gorilla with pleading eyes, "I don't want my father to worry about my health. It would just be a distraction to him."

He gave me that usual angry, nonchalant look which didn't really answer my question at all. I imagined what would happen if he told Natalie (who'd immediately report it to my father). Not good.

"Thanks," I said anyway, "I'll phone you when I need to be picked up."

I got out of the car with my head down, making my way towards the entrance of the clinic.

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[A/N: I do not know the accurate details of what happens during testing so please bare with me]

There were two things about getting tested for an STI that really phased me: 1) extracting a blood sample from my wrist; and 2) meeting my healthcare provider.

I don't usually get sick so I never really needed my healthcare provider— all models were enforced to have one, though. I had to contact her to help me with testing because I was scared out of my mind. I felt like I just needed someone to be there for me while I was in the process of doing everything I could to protect Marinette. No way was I letting my Dad or Natalie in on it.

My healthcare provider was sitting in the waiting room from the entrance. She had red-brown hair with teal eyes and looked quite familiar, but I could not put my finger on it. When she introduced herself to me, I had gotten the shock of my life.

"My name is Lucille Bustier," she greeted, shaking my hand, "Thank you for calling me, Adrien."

Imagine the health care provider that helps you get an STI test, just happens to be your teacher's fraternal twin sister. Talk about an unlucky kitty.

"Thank you for being here," I replied in surprise, "and sorry about the reason as to why I called..."

"Don't be embarrassed," Lucille said with a kind smile, "you're not the first seventeen-year-old boy to ask me for this. Although, it's quite rare when they do."

I wondered what she was thinking about me: did she picture me an irresponsible model who was in danger of having unprotected sex or a cautious boyfriend who just wanted to make sure his partner was safe. I hoped the latter.

Lucille asked me some questions while a nurse guided me to a discrete room and started the test on me. I'm positive that she was just distracting me from giving a blood sample— which actually did help— but it felt different having an adult actually listening to what I have to say. Different; not bad.

"Why are you taking this test, Adrien?" she asked out of curiosity.

"My girlfriend," I answered nervously, "I haven't had sex before or anything, but you never know whether you have an STI or not until you take the test so..."

"You're taking the test just to be certain that you won't infect her? Even though you haven't done anything sexual before? That's really sweet of you, Adrien. Some girls would kill for a guy like that."

I blushed because, in a way, I guess she was right. I was being a good boyfriend, but not because I hadn't had sex before or because I took the test...mainly because I loved Marinette more than she thought possible. I loved her any way a broken, motherless, misunderstood boy could: completely.

"And I'd kill for her," I replied, wincing as the nurse removed the needle from my wrist.

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After the test was finished, the nurse had concluded that I was fully healthy and was clear from any form of STI's. The relief felt so magnificent that I could not help but hug the nurse. I thanked her and Lucille continuously— it was the best news I'd heard in months.

Whilst Lucille and I were walking back to the clinic waiting room, I suddenly asked her, "Did you tell anyone about me and why I called you?"

Lucille shook her head and answered, "No, I believed that you had a valid reason if you hadn't told your father."

"You haven't told my teacher either?"

"My sister, Caline?" Lucille laughed, "I think she's pretty much tired of hearing stories about her students' lives outside school."

"Can you please not tell my father then?"

We reached the waiting room and decided to sit down on one of the couches as we waited for my driver (I messaged Gorilla two minutes earlier to pick me up).

"I can't promise that I won't tell him, Adrien. If your father gets suspicious of why you were here, my job is to report back to him."

I nodded in understanding: Lucille was a healthcare provider, not my personal human diary who I could rely on not to tell my father of my necessities.

"It's alright," I said, "he'd probably read it in my healthcare files anyway."

Lucille put a hand on my shoulder, "I won't tell him until he asks, if that makes you feel any better."

My phone beeped as I received a new message from Gorilla. He was waiting outside. I got up and greeted Lucille before leaving.

"No words can describe how grateful I am for your help," I thanked.

Lucille shook her head with a smile, "Being here in itself is a truly tremendous form of gratitude."

***

I knocked on the balcony trap door joyously before Marinette opened up for me. She gave me a dazzling smile which I returned, jumping inside of her room. I held her in a tight embrace the second I landed on her bed.

"Great news!" Marinette squealed, jubilant, "I went to get tested and my doctor said the I was completely healthy!"

I blinked a couple of times before replying, "Really? The same thing happened with me! I came out clean after the test."

She hugged me tightly in her arms and I laughed gratefully to the universe. We were both lucky after the testing as neither of us received an STD or anything related to an accidental infection. Some people would discover that they need to go for testing weeks (or even months) after just to be sure whether or not they have Chlamidia, Gonorrhoea or even HIV. But Marinette and I did not. We were safe.

"You have no idea how happy I am right now," I sighed in relief.

"Wanna bet?" Marinette laughed before kissing me on the lips.

I kissed her back with more fervour, hugging her tightly. Marinette wrapped her legs around my waist, deepening the kiss by pushing her hands into my hair. Every time we touched like this, a strange sensation would travel passed me as if electricity were coursing through my veins. My heart and hers would sometimes beat in syncopation or her breathing would hitch and gasp in surprise at the pleasure I was giving her.

I pushed Marinette lightly onto her back upon the soft cat cushion of her bed and attacked her with my mouth by kissing her along her jawline and neck.

My ring beeped and just before I could ask her where the black scarf was. I looked besides me on the bed and saw it folded there. I smirked, the presentation making me wonder how prepared Marinette was for me.

I put the material on around her head to cover her eyes because I was going to detransform. I was uncomfortable knowing that Plagg was actually watching me and my princess showing much 'affection' to one another. So no way was I going to allow him to witness my love for my girlfriend (oh, how much I love that word).

"Plagg, claws in," I ordered, a bright green light covering me as I detransformed.

"Remember to use PROTECTION!" Plagg screamed the second he flew out of my Miraculous.

I cursed under my breath and mumbled about how I should've taken the entire ring off instead. Marinette started laughing besides me as Plagg flew towards the trapdoor downstairs— he did not even ask for permission to snoop in her kitchen for Camembert! That rude Kwami.

"Sorry again," I apologised on Plagg's behalf, "he's always just really energetic."

"It's alright, Chat," Marinette giggled, reaching out towards my face (not easy for her, apparently, since she was blindfolded).

Her hand landed on my cheek and I held it there for a while to remind me that she was real and not a figment of my hopeful imagination.

"I forgot to tell you yesterday," she said, her smooth hand caressing my skin, "that I love you too, Chat. I always had."

My mind went blank.

❤️ (<3)

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[A/N: This is the longest chapter so far. Also the most heated— I don't know how far it will go from here but this was a sin book so... Next chapter, I would like to get back to the plot and characters because I don't want to deviate from the story line. Thanks for your understanding!]

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