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Before reading on to this, I'd like to say these characters are fictional, are in their 20's and are based on my own versions of them. They are not canonical, its not real, they are not teens, underaged or children. It's fanfiction, its a story perceived from imagination. It has nothing to do with the canon characters, or the show. These characters are of my OCs as is BASED off a show I like but the content is my own.
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For my readers, I love you, and thank you for being so patient and supportive.

This chapter is unbeta'd I apologize for any grammatical errors.
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   Marinette stumbled in her designer heels, a deep blush on her face. Marinette wasn't used to seeing her face caked with this much makeup. She was almost sure that she was a different person. The blunette tapped her fingers nervously, gulping slightly as they placed the veil on to her head.

  She had two left feet, there was no way she was going to keep herself in one piece.

   "You'll be fine" Adrien assured her, approaching her from behind. He placed his hand on her waist. "You look beautiful by the way." He smiled at her, immediately noticing how nervous she had become.

Marinette decided she'd let him take the initiative, and guide her to the set. She had a death hold on his hand in case if she fell, she'd have someone to hold on to. "Is this what you have to go through everytime?" She asked, stepping on to the set where she was nearly blinded by the lights. She watched Adrien step on to the set with her, grabbing her waist and guiding her to him.

  "More or less" he chuckled, his hand remaining on the small of her back. "Except without the heels. Sometimes they even have me up here half naked..." he offered her an odd smile.
The blunette blinked, looking up at him. "I can't imagine being completely exposed liked that for everyone to see..." She grumbled, her nose wiggling as she was able to smell his cologne.
   It was nice. She placed her hand on his chest, leaning in closer to him so she could get a better whiff.
For a moment she didn't even notice anyone else that was in the room with her. It was just them. Her hand traveled up his chest and up to the back of his neck where she played with his blonde hair.

Adrien paused, blushing deeply as he recognized that look. His brow furrowed.
One moment she didn't want to be around him, and the next she couldn't keep her hands off of him. He didn't even realize that they had began taking photos. He was the enticed by her. Perhaps it was just part of her charm.

   Marinette leaned on to him, a small smile on her face as she took him in. He was so warm, and caring and the thought of actually seeing him in this light for their wedding nearly brought tears to her eyes. She felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
Adrien guided her hands to the back of his neck, smiling as he looked into her eyes.

Marinette blushed, giggling as he did so, and they snapped a photo.
Adrien placed his hand on her waist, smiling at her and even quickly capturing her lips.
The blunette gasped, reciprocating the kiss briefly. She pulled away, her hormones reminding her why she was avoiding him in the first place as well as the notion that they were being watched and photographed.

Marinette didn't mean to be so bashful, and Adrien felt like himself. He was teasing her, playing around with her the way he normally did.
The crew was all in for it. Marinette even briefly forgot that Lila was in the room.
  Marinette was having a bit of fun, poking fun around Adrien. She pressed her lips to his cheek, killing him at his own game before it was decided to wrap it up. She hummed, still having a bit of time to grab a bite to eat before she would have to go back for the show and attend the party afterwards.

Marinette grabbed on to his hand, allowing him to help her climb off the set before they were bombarded with people who were ready to undo their hair and wipe off their makeup. Her tummy was growling and Marinette hummed, expecting her to be hungry all the time seeing it was that way with her last pregnancy.
Marinette felt a little vexed, feeling like all the hands touching her face was invading her privacy. She politely declined some offers, using the makeup wipes to remove some of the makeup herself.

   She looked over to Adrien, who didn't have much makeup on except for some foundation, blush and concealer. Marinette didn't want to move. She couldn't spot Lila anywhere, and that made her quite uncomfortable.
Marinette reached over, keeping her hand held into his. She leaned into him as the pair walked down towards their dressing rooms.

"You both looked amazing!" Alya gasped, immediately wrapping her arms around her friend. "The real wedding is going to move me to tears!"
Marinette blushed at her friend, looking up at Adrien who spoke to Nino about their upcoming plans regarding the party.
  "Thanks..." Marinette breathed, looking up at Alya with a shy smile. "It was actually a lot more fun than I thought it was going to be. It won't be a habitual thing, but it was alright..." She explained, biting her lip as she was famished. "I'm so hungry..." She complained, pouting to her friend who shook her head.

Alya turned a bit more towards Marinette, almost as if she were trying to keep the conversation between the two. She didn't want a bad spectacle in case Adrien did hear about her pregnancy.
"Well, that's expected for your condition..." Alya pressed, briefly looking back at the boys. "But I have to admit I'm a bit excited. I wasn't there for Louis, but for this one...I can actually be there for the wedding and the baby as well." She whispered.

Marinette nodded, offering her a weak smile. "I know I can't keep this secret as long as the last one..." She pressed her lips together. "So when I do make my appointment with my doctor, and I get the confirmation..." She looked at Adrien with a grimace. "I'll tell him immediately..."

Alya smiled, feeling a little proud of Marinette's decision to disclose her pregnancy. "Are you going to record his reaction?" She asked, perking her brow and nudging her.

Marinette giggled, her eyes glancing over to the clock on the wall. "No thanks." She breathed. "I think I've had enough of the cameras and the internet clout for now."
Alya pressed her lips together and nodded, crossing her arms as she was able to catch Lila leaving.

"I have to go..." Marinette interjected. "I'll need you guys to cover for me at the party. I'll be there as soon as I can." She rubbed her cheeks, giving her friend a quick hug before she was tugging Adrien away from Nino who seemed apprehensive to part with his friend.

Alya nodded, watching them as she linked arms with Nino. It was only a matter of time before she too was dragging Nino out the door.
Adrien stumbled behind Marinette as she stuffed him into the dressing room and closed the door behind her.
   She looked at Adrien with an apologetic smile and began to unzip her dress. "We don't have much time, remember?" She mused, sliding off her dress with a small blush. "They'll be at the party, we can catch up with them then."

Adrien sighed. He knew she was right. "Alright, Alright." He assured, unbuttoning his shirt.
Marinette dropped the dress to the floor and then she picked it up, putting it back on to the hanger.
  Her eyes glanced over just in time to catch a glimpse of his tan skin peaking out from the opening of his shirt. Her heart raced, her cheeks growing pink as he tugged his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants. He was such a beautiful and erotic sight. He didn't even have to try. Marinette could have thanked her hormones for putting her in such a predicament. She almost wanted to scream. She didn't even care if he caught her ogling. She was doing just that.
  She was ogling her soon to be husband.
There was no crime in that. Marinette breathed out, the blush rushing to her chest and moving down to the swells of her breasts that mounted over the bra cups of her pushup bra.
  Before she knew it, Marinette had began moving towards him. Watching him as he folded and hung up his clothes, Marinette's feet was moving faster than her head.

Adrien turned around, blinking as he didn't quite expect Marinette to be right behind him. He looked down at her, his face softening as he gathered the uncertainty in her face.

"Hey-" he cooed, looking into her eyes to gather her attention. "Are you alright?"

Marinette pressed her lips together. She was going to be late.
And as always, she always gave into her desires at the most awkward and  inconvenient of times.
     She moved closer, pressing her body against his. Without uttering another word, she pressed her lips against his chest. She closed her eyes, kissing his smooth tan skin. She moved shoulder to shoulder, her tongue lightly slipping out to trace his skin.

Adrien froze, his heart pounding against his chest at the sudden gesture. He wasn't complaining, but he was quite surprised. It was strange. Just the day before she went through great lengths to avoid her, now it seemed quite the opposite.
   His eyes widened, his mouth almost going dry as her hand delicately slipped into his boxers. Her fingers slowly curled around his length with a gentle an stimulating squeeze.
At the point Adrien would have said something cocky or a pun to break the mood between the two, but he couldn't find it in himself to formulate the sentence.
A quiet gasp escaped his mouth as her fingers slowly but surely began to stroke up and down the length of him. His eyes closed, a furrow creasing above his brow as he curled his toes from the sensation.
Marinette grinned as she quite literally had him in the palm of her hand. She knew all of his weaknesses, she knew what made him snap. She licked her lips as he increasingly grew in her palm. Her other hand traced the band of his boxers before she slid her digits underneath them.
Within moments his boxers fell to the floor.

Adrien knew he should be worried. They were in his dressing room, and they were on a strict time limit. Sure his photo shoot was over, but Marinette still had an important party to attend to.
  He couldn't bring himself to do anything else. He was completely enamoured by her.
Adrien stepped out of his boxers, leaving them behind. He barely got two words out before Marinette dropped her underwear as well.
She stepped out of her underwear and reached for his hand. She tugged him lightly, the pair now completely naked. His erection was inevitable noticeable, standing straight up at attention. He yearned for her touch, despite how surprising the situation turned out to be. His fingers laced into hers as she guided him to their loveseat by the mirror.
  Her eyes remained on his, her hands sliding up to his shoulders and forcing him to sit down.

Adrien sat down, his eyes looking up at Marinette, following her every order like a lost puppy....or kitten rather.
  
   "I know we don't have a lot of time, but I thought maybe we could make some? For a quick one..." Marinette blushed, she climbed over him, straddling him. Her arms slowly wrapped around Adrien who was incredibly inclined at the gesture. His hands gently landed on her hips, almost guiding her to him as she prepared herself. "I hope that's okay..."
  
  Adrien blinked, almost too heavy in a daze to correctly capture what she had just told him. He nodded, the blush deepening on his cheeks as she took the initiative.
   He knew it was silly to worry about it at a time like this but he couldn't help it.
  "Wait....what if I release inside of you?" He asked, his voice quivering. He knew he did it a few nights ago, but he was sure it was safe. As far as he knew she was on a contraceptive. It was a safe day.
At least that's what he thought.

Was it safe to assume that?

His mind cleared completely as Marinette lowered herself on to him. His heart pounded against his chest the moment he felt himself being surbmerged in wet warmth. She was so soft, and tight. She nearly knocked the air out of him. His arms immediately wrapped around her, just as her hands slid across the length of his shoulders.
   "Its okay...you're safe to finish..." she smiled, her hands then sliding back up to cup his face in her hands. She chuckled, her brow furrowing as Adrien seemed completely at her mercy. He was struggling to keep himself together.
She pressed a gentle kiss, butterflies going off in her stomach as she felt him sheathed deep inside of her.
She gasped, her thighs tensing against his as Adrien immediately gave into his desires. He was like an inpatient kitty who got a treat for the first time in a few months.
  Adrien gripped on to her hips, thrusting into her impatiently and with quite of a visceral movement.
Marinette bit her lip, her body bouncing in his lap before she finally placed her hands on to his hips, stilling them. A deep blush casted against her cheeks and she giggled softly, her lips brushing against his as Adrien finally came to a stop.
  He smiled bashfully against her lips, pulling back to offer her an apologetic glance. He was quite embarassed at how needy he became, but the feeling washed away as Marinette took the initiative and began to move her hips in meticulous movements against him.

   "S-Sorry!" He breathed, her body growing tense every now and again with each deep stroke of her body. "I guess I got too excited..." he closed his eyes, squeezing them shut as he bit his lip.

Marinette furrowed her brow in ecstasy.
  "Don't worry- I'll take care of you..." the female whispered, her hands slowly playing with his blonde locks. She pressed her lips on to his, stifling his whimpers with a soft and gentle kiss.

   A small gasp escaped his lips as Marinette began to meticulously move her hips, helping him sheath his length completely within her.
The blunette threw her head back in ecstasy as he provided her just what she needed.
    Adrien had trouble keeping himself composed underneath her.
They were both still in a full studio. He was aware no one could walk in, he had made sure to lock the door, but moans and banging would definitely give them away if they weren't too careful.
   Adrien bit his lip, harder and harder as Marinette began to ride him just at her own pace. She was so warm, and soft. His toes curled beneath her as he thrown into ecstasy that was her body.
   It wasn't just about getting his dick wet, as it may have appeared from the surface. He just wanted to he close to her. He wanted her to know she was loved by him.

In some way Marinette felt the same. Aside from her hormones there was a sense of longing when she had him inside of her.
   Her fingers danced on his shoulders as her movements became less and less meticulous and more visceral
   Her hear hammered in her chest, her skin burning up as Adrien traveled his hands up her sides, slightly squeezing her.

  She was such an erotic sight. Adrien couldn't take his eyes off of her. He loved the cute little noises she made when she was feeling good. She loved how her cute breasts bounced when she rode him.
  She was just so beautiful.
His hands slowly slid up her sides, cupping her breasts and squeezing them.

Marinette whimpered softly above him, trying to be as quiet as she could. Her nipples immediately began to harden, the small pink nubs scraped against the palms of his hands as she rode him.
  Her nails only dug into his shoulders, and her walls gripping tighter on to him only pushed Adrien to his orgasm.

Adrien felt everything run straight to his groin. In a matter of moments, his muscles quivered underneath her.
  His brow furrowed, his jaw dropped and as if he was dawned from ice water. With a small grunt, he grew stiff and released.

The bluenette gasped, feeling him spill inside of her before she wrapped her arms around him. She buried her face into his hair, nuzzling into him.

Adrien pressed his face into her chest. His body trembled as he tried to catch his breath. He twitched, completely emptying inside of her. At that moment he didn't want to worry about getting her pregnant.
   She must have been on the pill, right? She did say it was okay...

As far as Marinette was concerned, she was already pregnant. She didn't care where he finished.

Their embrace was warm, and Marinette's hormones were calm for the time being. She knew Adrien wasn't used to this kind of pining, as she was only pregnant once before.

The female breathed out, her body almost feeling like mud. She scolded herself. She allowed her hormones to take control once again.

Adrien kept his face buried into her chest. He was waiting and waiting to gain the feelings back into his legs again, but this wasn't home.

They literally just fucked in his dressing room, with his crew still outside the door.
The clothes they had shed for the photoshoot remained in piles on the ground. Marinette hadn't even thought about their kwamis, or the possible scene they were forced to hide away from.

But at the moment she didn't even have time. It was meant to be a quickie, and they had already lost track of time.

She needed to have a shower and haul her ass to her next event. Luka, Chloe and Audrey would be looking for her.

She pulled back a deep blush coating her cheeks as she attempted to bring her love back down to earth.

It proved to be a difficult task seeing as thought he was still enveloped in her, she was warm and he wanted nothing more than just to remain with her until he died.

However, she had a previous commitment.
   "Can you feel your legs?" She asked, lightly brushing the hair out of his face. "Cause we need to get going..."

Adrien chuckled at her response, lightly, shaking his head as he really didn't want to move.

    "Yeah yeah..." he teased, keeping his hands at her hips.
"Lets get going."

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Marinette still wasn't used to wearing heels. She was known for her big bun and long lashes, but at this day and time Marinette would have much rather been in her pyjamas with her son.
    Marinette was pleased with her outfit. Listening to her advisor aka Chloe, she was under the impression that the designer had to be top notch in fashion as well as her models.

It made sense to Marinette for the time being, but she had a few other things occupying her mind at the moment.
   She was nearly so close to just calling out and not showing up.

Of course that could have marked the end of her career, her dream, her passion, but her hormones were out and about. It didn't help that Louis was throwing up before they left.

Marinette brushed her fingers through her hair, leading up to the bun that sat on the top of her head.

      She pressed her lips together in the back seat of her fiances' bodyguards car. Adrien climbed into the vehicle, moving beside her before he closed the door, giving his driver the "okay" to continue.

  "I think he ate too much. He's complaining of tummy aches, I promised him we'll be right back as soon as the show is over." Adrien murmured, looking over to his love who appeared to be really worried for their little one.

Adrien smiled, placing a hand on her hand and lacing their fingers together.

    "Don't worry, he'll be fine."
He glanced down at her with a warm smile.

Marinette knew he was right. perhaps If they were lucky he'd be feeling better by the time they came back.

"Yeah ,I guess you're right.." she breathed glaring out the window.
She knew he would be. They were possibly going on their second child.

Marinette knew she needed to let go of the clutches regarding her son, especially now that she had to make room for two. She scooted over towards him, resting her head on to his shoulder as she thought some.

She bit her lip, a warm and familiar feeling washed over her the moment her hormones decided to come into play once more.

   The blunette silently cursed, her hormonal whims always finding a way of getting her into trouble. She was giving Adrien a run for his money.

She glanced up at the blonde, pursing her lips as he appeared completely clueless as to what she had going on internally.

His green orbs flickered between objects with an absent mind as the car passed through the streets of paris to get the duo to their destination.

Marinette wasn't sure how long they had until they got there, but she had every intention to make do with what they had. She knew Adrien was almost always receptive to her ideas, and that was the many things she liked about him.

She was spoiled, both her and Louis were. Adrien made it a point to easily succumb to her exorbitant inclinations.

Granted they weren't too often, but Marinette often found herself indulging every once in awhile, even if it appeared quite impertinent at some points.

She made sure not to make it a habit, but she had to admit it was a perk.

The female gently placed her hand on to his, her fingers delicately lacing through his in a firm yet gentle grasp.

Adrien blinked, turning away from the window and glancing towards her at the sudden gesture. He leaned more so into her with a warm smile, assuming she was asking for comfort before the big show.

He'd often get nervous before his shows, and he was able to permeate great empathy for her.

Marinette appreciated the sweet reciprocation. He was such a kind and gentle man, she often found it hard to believe that she had his heart.

   She kept her eyes, closed as she guided his hand to her lap.

Adrien, completely relaxed against her, complied without any hesitation. He hummed softly, allowing his bluenette to take the initiative.

Marinette hesitated, but only for a moment before she delicately guided his hand towards the inner thigh of her skirt.

Adrien furrowed his brow, his heart racing the moment he glanced up. His bodyguard was in the front seat!

   He argued with himself, one side assured himself that she wouldn't initiate that kind of notion with their current company, and the other part scolded, making him grow suspicious that something was up.

Adrien pressed a soft kiss to her head, relaxing his hand on her thigh.

His thumb lightly brushed the soft skin on her leg.
Marinette breathed in softly, her hand carefully grabbing him by the wrist and droppinghis digits right between her legs right where she wanted it.

A deep blush arose on Adrien's cheeks as he simply found it harder and harder to deny her lately.

But he loved the rush, the passion and the closeness.

He loved every second of it.

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  Marinette climbed out of the car once they made their stop. She fixed the bun on her head and fixed her blouse. She looked back at Adrien who stepped beside her, his cheeks flush and his eyes wide.

The blunette looked up at him, lightly fixing his hair with a light laugh.

"What's wrong Adrien?" She asked, ignoring as the car drove away to find a new location to park. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Adrien looked down at her, his voice low as he leaned more so towards her.

   "I just fingered you in the backseat of my bodyguards car...with him still in the car..." his eyes widened as they looked into hers. "What if he would have caught us? How would I explain that to my father?"

Marinette grinned, playfully rolling her eyes and slapping his shoulders.
    "Oh come on, it was fun!" She teased. "I was really riveting, I can tell you liked it." She wiggled her brows playfully. She then reached up and cupped his face in her hands with a warm smile.

"I love you." She murmured softly

Adrien felt his heart nearly stop, and just like that, he was already putty.

"I-I love you too..." a deep blush covered his face, and the blunette planted a small kiss to his warm cheeks before she dropped her hands to grab his.

   "Come on..." she smiled, lightly tugging him to follow her.

Adrien stumbled beside her, following her into the building. He immediately heard the large crowds and the music. He suddenly began to understand why Marinette seemed hesitant on showing up.

Despite being in many fashion shows, Adrien only participated because his dad made him. It wasn't exactly what he wanted to do, but at this moment it was all he knew how to do...besides being a dad.

The grip on Marinette's hand grew tighter, and she looked back at him, offering him a warm smile.

Adrien furrowed his brow as she faced away. Something about the glow in her face looked familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Come to think of it, her attitude altogether seemed familiar. She had become a lot more demanding and in tune with her desires.
  He was wrapped around her finger, ready to move to every beck and call
He couldn't help himself either.

  He rolled his shoulders, his eyes glancing up at he noticed his comrades.

Alya and Nino stood beside each other, waving their hands at the duo before they all joined and went inside.

Marinette couldn't sit still or concentrate throughout the entire event. She had to admit that Luka looked great in her designs, but she was more focused on the fact that she had been awaiting a call from her doctor for a prenatal appointment. The bluenette bit her lip, tapping her fingers against her lap.
Alya looked over curiously at Marinette, lightly nudging her side.

"Did you spill the beans yet?" Alya whispered, keeping her voice low so the boys beside her couldn't hear it.

Marinette kept her eyes on the runway, watching the models walk as she tried not to fill Alya in on the honest truth.

She knew what she was going to say.

    She was right, Adrien did deserve to know. Perhaps the day after, or a day where they didn't have sex and she was stressed out.

"I have to excuse myself." Marinette whispered, standing to her feet before she glanced over at Adrien who looked at her curiously.

She offered her friends a warm smile before she scooted from between the chairs and exited.

Alya watched her friend leave, lightly shaking her head before she began to watch the show.

Adrien pursed his lips, crossing his arms as Marinette exited to the lower level of the building.

Marinette could hear the loud music above her as she dug through the lockers for her purse. She sighed, looking through her phone as the thought of missing the show above never even crossed her mind.

Marinette looked at the comfirming message of her appointment in the next week.
  She sighed, taking a deep breath.

This was it. After this confirmation she was going to share the news with Adrien, and start her family once more.

She chewed her lip, hoping that she wouldn't be showing by the time they had their wedding. She didn't want to think about all the looks she'd get wearing a wedding dress and sporting a huge baby bump.

Marinette shivered at the thought of having to go through the pregnancy all over again. The first one was hell. She had already started to experience the hellscape of hormones. She wasn't ready if she was able to do it a second time. With her workimg full time, taking care of Louis and being Ladybug, it seemed as though she had a lot on her plate.

"Marinette? Are you okay?" Tikki asked, her blue eyes looking at Marinette from within the locker. Tikki floated up to Marinette, nuzzling her cheek as she appeared to sense how uneasy Marinette was beginning to feel.

"Louis was one of the greatest things that's happened to you..." the kwami whispered. "You've made so many sacrifices and selfless choices to bring him into this world with love. You are the beauty that comes from a real mother who loves her child..."

Marinette listened to her kwamis words, a deep blush dusting over her cheeks at the thought of her child.
She really did love Louis, more than anything in this world.

"He's perfect..." Marinette murmured, her eyes glossing over in admiration of her baby.  She dropped her hand, caressing her belly at the possible little one inside of her.

"They both are..."

Tikki smiled, nuzzling into Marinette before she hid behind her collar the way she always did.

Marinette took in a deep breath before she closed her locker.

Her heart skipped a few beats, her blood growing cold as she was greeted with a pair of glowing green eyes that waited for her in the dark.

Marinette struggled to find words as the figure took her by surprise.

She wasn't sure how much he had heard, but she had hoped it wasn't enough to be incriminating.

Chat Noir carefully stood out into the light, his arms crossed and his eyes locked on her.

Marinette didn't like the hard expression he had on his face, and she couldn't quite blame him. Even she had to admit she had been acting out of character lately, and if he had heard what her and Tikki were talking about, she knew he had to be livid.

"Care to explain to me what you're hiding?" Chat asked, perking a brow.

"Something's going on, Marinette..."

The bluenette gulped, her heart racing as she tucked some hair behind her ear. She shifted her weight uncomfortably.

"The only thing thats going on is you sneaking up on people." Marinette breathed. "I don't know what compelled Chat Noir to show up, but that's definitely going to draw attention if someone catches us down here."  The bluentte glanced at him as she began to walk by him.
"I can't even think of the headlines and the controversy that's going to create..."

Her eyes widened and she gasped the moment Chat Noir lightly grabbed her hips and spun her around.

It was as if the air was knocked out of her and in an instant Chat Noir had her blocked against the wall.

His arms were out stretched from both sides of her, his palms pressed against the wall, keeping her locked there.

Marinette looked up at him, his face remaining firm.

He was pissed.

Marinette knew this was something she was going to have a hard time worming herself out of.
He wasn't going to leave without an answer, and if that meant being caught with Paris' beloved superhero and making headlines, then so be it.

The bluenette narrowed her eyes, trying to remain adamant.
   "Don't be silly...I just...came down here to feed Tikki..." she explained.

She did feed Tikki, so it wasn't all a lie...

Chat glowered down at her, his eyes glowing with his frustration.

Marinette didn't like this Chat.
   "I guess we'll be here all night, princess...someone's bound to come looking for us. Right?" He replied, keeping his hands pressed against the wall.

"Start talking..."

Marinette felt her face flush.
He wasn't playing fair. She could feel her heart pound into her chest.

She had been too obvious.

"You wouldn't..." Marinette challenged, her eyes narrowing at his.

Chat chuckled, finally a snide smile on his face as he seemed to know he had won.

"Try me..."

Marinette remained quiet, her brow furrowing.

He won.

She sighed.

"Fine....how about we discuss this over drinks...and with Adrien...."

She had to come up with something quick.

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A/N: I edited a lot of romance and intimate parts out in fear of the backlash and harassment. Even the first scene makes me a little nervous because of the harassment but lets see how this goes. I'm sorry about the wait guys.
Thanks to everyone whose been here for me. I appreicate you all.
I hope this edited one was alright.