Marinette stood from her seat on The Liberty, and by seat she meant box, before brushing her skirt down in preparation to say goodbye to her friends. She looked around at the many merry faces and those who would most certainly be feeling it in the morning.

It was Adrien's 19th birthday, and the gang had gathered together on the Liberty to celebrate the blond ex-model's birthday 'in style'. It was a big deal. Adrien was finally free to break from the Agreste mansion and go out to live on his own... well almost alone. Adrien and Marinette had decided, regardless of their age, that they wanted to live together and they only had to wait a few more weeks for the keys to their cosy first love nest.

It was neither great, nor anything grand but it was theirs, and they'd worked hard to save enough money to cover the first 8 months rent, without touching any of the poisonous money of Gabriel Agreste.

For Adrien's birthday though, Marinette had been the most wonderful girlfriend and planned the day and night to a tee; from waking up together and her serving him breakfast in bed, to their trip to the zoo and, finally, the houseboat party.

Today just had to be perfect. He deserved perfection.

"We're heading off now," Marinette said, stretching a hand out to Adrien who had been sitting beside her. "Thanks for having us."

She pulled Adrien to standing before heading over to Luka and wrapping him in a hug. "Thanks for your help," she whispered in his ear.

Luka exchanged pleasantries with Marinette before Adrien stepped forward and took Luka's hand in his, giving it a quick shake.

"Marinette, can you help me with something quickly, before you go?" Not waiting for an answer, Alya grabbed Marinette's arm and pulled her over to the other side of the deck and away from the rest of the group.

"So?" she queried, staring at Marinette with such curiosity she was quite sure her friend had turned into a member of MI6.

"So... what?"

"Don't play that game with me, Marinette. You know exactly what I'm asking."

Two weeks earlier...

"Just try it on." Alya pushed the lingerie into Marinette's hands before turning her and sending her into the changing room.

"Alya, I don't know. I'm not sure this type of thing would suit me."

"It will, and more importantly it'll blow Adrien's mind... whilst you blow something else."

Alya smirked as Marinette looked at the red outfit currently cradled in her arms. The expensive material felt wonderful against the tips of her fingers and the satin sheen would suit her hair colouring perfectly. Plus, she knew red suited her, and that her boyfriend loved to see her wearing that colour.

"I don't know Alya, I've never worn anything like this before," Marinette said exasperatedly.

"God, you two are so vanilla." Alya sighed, picking up a rather eye-catching, or eye-popping, maid costume. "Do you think Nino would like this?"

Rolling her eyes, Marinette moved away and into the changing area of the shop. The last thing she wanted to do was to be talking to her best friend about her sex life. Everyone their age was now 'active' and although it was common knowledge that everyone was 'doing it' it wasn't something she wanted or was willing to speak about... not even to Adrien.

Their first time had been sweet, just like every time since then. They knew what each other liked; well... not so much liked as what they were comfortable with.

Hands. Yes.

Mouths. Not yet.

Lights on. No way!

Sexy lingerie. Too embarrassing.

It wasn't that Marinette was ashamed of her body, it was more the fact she didn't know exactly what Adrien would think. She was self conscious in a way she never even considered herself to be, but the idea of Adrien seeing her naked and not liking it was quite a big fear she just couldn't seem to get over. A strange feat from a girl who ran over rooftops in a tight fitting catsuit.

They were yet to have sex with the lights on, or at a point where they let their feelings take control. Everything had always been planned in advance. When they were doing it, where they were doing it, even how they were doing it.

It wasn't that she wouldn't like the spontaneity to just do it when and where they pleased, it was just their lives didn't allow that.

But tonight that was going to change.

Present day...

"Are you wearing it?"

Marinette let out a raspy sigh. "Yes, I'm wearing it."

Alya attempted to hide a squeal behind her hands, failing miserably as everyone in the surrounding area was staring at the girl who just out-squealed a piglet.

"Keep it down will you," Marinette said, slamming a hand over Alya's mouth. Her friend knocked the hand away and grabbed Marinette into a hug, moving her lips closer to Marinette's ear and away from anyone else's.

"Keep the light on, M. You're going to want to see his face."

Alya started laughing and Marinette wasn't sure if it was from alcohol or excitement — if only she could work herself into that situation.

"Please may I take my girlfriend?" Adrien's sweet voice caressed her ears and Marinette felt the increase in her heart rate, her cheeks responding in a fiery blush as he slipped his arms around her waist and kissed her neck.

"I suppose so," Alya sighed out, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms, Marinette letting out a little chuckle in response.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Al." She stepped forward, out of Adrien's arms, and embraced her friend, only for Alya to take the opportunity and turn her from a blush pink into a beetroot.

"That's if you can walk."

Moving away from her friend, she wandered back over to Adrien, her face glowing and heat radiating off her with such force she was quite sure her face could act as a splint.

"Are you okay?" Adrien asked, sliding an arm around her waist and leading her to the gangway and off the boat.

"Yeah, fine," she said, willing her face to cool down and a smile to grace her lips.

Looping her own arm around Adrien's waist, she slotted against him perfectly, bounding up the stairs and onto the streets of Paris, set on heading back to the boutique hotel they were staying for the night. As easy as it was to spend time together at Marinette's house, tonight was different. She wanted to make sure there was no fear of her father walking in as she was having sex with her boyfriend.

Tom and Sabine weren't stupid. They knew full well the two had started to expand their relationship... After all, they had been together for years and were reaching adulthood — plus, they weren't saints. Not in the slightest. However, tonight they were in a hotel and had the freedom to explore; something she was quite nervous about.

A sudden laugh left her boyfriend's mouth, his lips coming down and meeting her temple placing a soft delicate kiss into her hair. She smiled back.

"What's got you all giggly?" she asked, Adrien coming behind her and wrapping both arms around her waist. The new position caused them both to stumble forward, passers-by commenting on the drunk Paris teens; yet, none knew they were only drunk on lust for one another; Adrien's one beer and her one glass of wine wasn't exactly going to make a difference.

Marinette had refused to drink, not willing to jeopardise her extra curricular activities (Ladybugging not pleasuring Adrien Agreste); however, he had been blatantly obvious about wanting to get it up this evening and solidifying his entry into year 19— by entering her.

His lips met her neck and peppered kisses over whatever skin he could reach before he nuzzled his nose in closer.

"I love you so fucking much, Marinette." His hoarse voice met her ear and her knees almost gave way.

Marinette always knew when Adrien was up for a night of passion and romance; his voice would become pure sin as he whispered profanities in her ear. She had no idea where he'd learned the words; none of their close friends were big with cussing, the only other opinion leaving Fèlix.

Cuddling into his arms, she giggled. A girlish expression to match the fluttering in her stomach. Even though they were in the middle of the street, Adrien spun her around and groped her ass, pulling her tightly into his body and embedding his fingers deeply into her flesh. His head came down to meet her; lips brushing softly together in a pressure that was completely opposite to the grip he currently had on her rear.

He kissed her again, this time allowing it to linger long and slow, his tongue brushing delicately over her bottom lip before nipping at it with his teeth.

A wolf whistle from the opposite side of the street pulled them apart, both laughing as Adrien placed his forehead to hers.

"Dance with me." He moved away, keeping both of her hands connected to his and twirling her around. His smile was like pure serotonin. A neat shot in her veins and setting her pulse on fire. If they didn't get back to the hotel soon the plan would be over as she begged him to fuck her against a wall somewhere; obliterating everything she'd organised for this evening.

Pulling her close, he pressed his body against hers and began to sway.

"There's no music, Adrien," she whispered.

"When I'm with you, the music never stops." He nuzzled his cheek into her hair and held her tightly against his chest; eyes closing as she felt every... single... inch of his body. She was so grateful he was as into her as she was him, even more so when she could feel her effect.

He continued to sway them — backwards and forwards; side to side — her heart beating rapidly as he hummed 'their song' close to her ear. Even with the added extra inches of her heels, she was still tiny compared to him; his lean, strong body always overpowering her in the most delicious and divine ways.

"Are we still too young for me to propose? I mean — I know you said after university but I want to make you my family so much."

She lifted onto her toes and kissed his ear. "We're already family. We don't need a ring and a signed piece of paper to make it legit."

Nuzzling down into her neck, he let out a little chuckle. "I just don't ever want to lose you."

"You never will." Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed over his chin before tasting his lips.

"Come on, I want to unwrap my last present." He slid his arms down, cupping her hands in his as he continued to walk in the direction of the hotel.

"And what gift would that be, Monsieur Agreste?" It's amazing how her confidence with Adrien had grown over the years. Words she'd say and what she wanted him to say, changing and transpiring as they began to know each other on a more intimate level, as their relationship developed and aged.

"My wonderful girlfriend. Naked."

They sped up their walk, moving quickly in tandem to the hotel and reaching the elevator in record time. Pressing the call button, Adrien once again stepped behind Marinette, her body fitting perfectly underneath his chin. His hands began to roam, both messing with her stomach before lifting higher in search for her breasts.

As her body pushed back into him, he ground his pelvis into her ass allowing her to rub against the bulge in his trousers and turn herself on... not that she needed any extra reasons.

The ding of the elevator had them both stumbling forward. Adrien turned Marinette around and pushed her fiercely up against the side of the elevator. She always knew when he was losing control. His soft delicate kisses turning primal and taking her for all she was worth. Not only were his lips taking everything they could, his hands began to wander too. Heading around the back of her and cupping her ass, his fingers digging in and pulling her close, causing him to roll his hips into her again.

They continued to make out against the wall of the elevator until the doors pinged open again, another couple joining them inside with a smirk on their faces. Marinette looked at the elevator panel, realising they hadn't even pressed the button to take them to their floor, instead being overcome with the passion to taste each other against the elevator wall.

"Hi," Marinette said, an awkward wave following, as Adrien moved to help pull her dress around her legs.

Adrien chuckled beside her and buried his head into her neck, soft subtle kisses taking over from the heated make out they were just in the middle of.

They needed to reach their floor soon or she was quite sure they were going to go at it on the floor in front of this other unknown couple. Marinette swore she'd never been this turned on in her life.

The elevator stopped on the 3rd floor, allowing the other couple out with well wishes and good nights before the doors closed once more and they headed up to their floor, Adrien not wasting any time by biting and sucking on her neck once again.

"Since when did you turn into a vampire?" Marinette giggled, Adrien pushing her once more towards the wall.

"Since my girlfriend is delicious." He bit on her ear and made her groan. If he wasn't careful he'd have to carry her out and into the room, her body nothing more than weak muscle and cartilage.

"You do realise they have cameras in these things?"

Adrien pulled away from her with such a devilish grin she thought she'd died and gone to hell. He wiggled his eyebrows, bending forward to take her in a soft, sensual kiss as the elevator finally reached their floor.

Ding!

The doors opened and Adrien grabbed her hand, pulling her out and sprinting towards their room, his whole body vibrating with excitement about what was to come. She reached into her bag and pulled out the keycard, swiping it across the lock and letting them both in.

As the door slammed shut, the atmosphere crackled with electricity, each step Adrien took towards her another 100 volts to the room. As he reached out for her again she ducked under his arm and made her way towards the bathroom.

"Just get yourself comfy," she said, her hands fumbling in front of her body as she felt her cheeks begin to heat. "I just need to..." she pointed towards the bathroom door, Adrien looking between her and the bed.

"Oh," he exclaimed, his smile dropping. "Are we not?" This time he pointed over his shoulder to the bed, her cheeks increasing in temperature.

"Yeah, I just need to do something in here then we can... you know?"

Adrien nodded, looking back to the bed. "Oh, yeah! Okay. Sure."

Turning away from her, Marinette watched as Adrien wandered over to the bed, sitting on it and giving it a little bounce. She couldn't help the giggle leave her mouth at his cuteness. He smiled back at her and bounced again. "Springy," he stated causing them both to laugh.

They'd arrived at the hotel about an hour before they had to be on the Liberty meaning they both rushed from the shower to the wardrobe to get ready, not really having time to experience the fine luxuries of this five star room.

"You can always... you know—" She indicated Adrien's jeans, the obvious bulge being showcased from his seated position.

"Sure. You just do what you need to do and I'll be here... waiting."

Nodding, Marinette turned and walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and backing up against it. "What is wrong with me?" she hissed.

"Is everything okay in there?" Adrien's voice sounded through the wood, Marinette squeaking and moving away from the doorway.

"Yup, great. I'm fine, you're fine, everybody's fine."

"Well, if you need me just shout."

Shouting back her thanks, Marinette walked to the sink and placed her hands either side of the wash bowl looking up into the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed as she moved a hand to one side.

Banging around sounded outside the door, Marinette moving forward and placing a hand and ear against it.

"Are you okay?" she said, the clattering continuing.

"Yeah, I'm fine, just doing something. Did you want the lights off?"

She wanted to giggle. He was obviously taking his clothes off in a hurry, tripping himself over in the process.

"Can you put the lamps on, please?"

"Yeah, definitely."

Tikki flew up beside Marinette and smiled at her holder. "He's going to love it, Marinette."

A sudden surge of confidence took over, Marinette lifting her dress over her head, remaining in the red lingerie Alya had coaxed her into buying. The lace bodice was high cut on the legs, the top low cut and barely covering her body. The whole thing was backless with only a thin strap at the waist holding the scrap of material to the attached thong. This cost a whole lot of money for not a lot of fabric.

Reaching into the bag she'd placed in earlier, Marinette pulled out a pair of red, lace top stockings, the last thing to complete the ensemble. Placing them on, she began to run through her mental pep talk.

You are a strong, confident woman!

Adrien loves you regardless of whether you can pull off sexy lingerie.

You've been having sex for over a year. He's not complained yet.

He even had wild sex with you the night you wore Chat Noir flannel pyjamas. He went carnal and it was the best night of your life. You can do this!

Finally, pulling the stocking into place, she looked herself over in the floor length mirror on the wall. Twisting side to side, she placed one hand on her stomach and the other on her ass. Not too bad! Turning around there was one thing missing.

As Marinette released her hair from the tight confines of her bun, she shook it out allowing it to release in waves down her back. Her hair was so long now, perfect for when Adrien fisted it to move her head around and make out with her neck.

She pouted to herself, flicking her hair left to right over her shoulders. Not too bad. She looked around the bathroom making sure she had everything she needed, eyeing up her stilettos. As much as Adrien loved her in heels, he was a lot more into her in flats — something along the lines of their height difference.

Taking the black silk robe from the hook, she slipped it on and tied it at the front.

Right! This was it! Taking a deep breath she reached for the door and pulled it open. Oh God! She hoped he liked this!