Marinette couldn't even recognize where she was. She was disappointed that she had allowed herself to get this inebriated. Granted, her sense of judgement had been clouded, but Marinette knew a bad situation when she saw one.
It was dark, and she just wanted to sleep. She felt sick and she was close to puking. Marinette was unfamiliar to her location inside the club, though she wasn't dumb enough to suspect they had left. She could still hear the music blaring from outside the walls, and Marinette was sure that if she wasn't drunk, she'd be able to decipher their location. She was faintly aware of the feeling of the strangers hands running along her body. His hands squeezed her hips, and Marinette placed her palms on the walls, leaning against it as she was close to falling over.
"

O-ow!" Marinette whimpered the moment she felt a little pinch on her backside. She turned her head, glaring back at him. The room began to spin and Marinette stumbled. Her hands felt around the walls, searching for a door or some way out.

She gasped the moment she was pulled back, her heart hammering as she felt his hand around her neck. He was behind her.
"Stay still..." he breathed in her ear. "You still want to dance, don't you?" He asked, his breath warming up her ear.

Marinette knew she shouldn't have followed him, and in the end she should have listened to the more reasonable side of her. But it all happened so fast, she couldn't even remember how they ended up where they did. Her friends were nowhere in sight, and Marinette worried that something was going to happen before they could find her. What if he killed her? By the tight grip he had on her neck, Marinette had that hunch.The last night of her life she spent drunk and being rude to people.

Her heart raced in her chest and her stomach dropped. She almost wanted to cry. Marinette struggled to remain conscious as she was beginning to feel dizzy. She opened her eyes, staring up at the dim purple light in the ceiling.
"S-Sorry." She spluttered, her voice quivering. "I-I won't move..." She cooperated, worried that he'd choke her out or hit her if she didn't do what she was told. Had it been any other time, Marinette would have fought, knowing that she could throw some pretty forceful hits. In this case, she was too weak and too sick to even fight back or move. The last thing she wanted was for him to knock her unconscious.

She breathed out the moment his grip on her neck lessened. and Marinette stumbled back towards the wall where he guided her. Her palms pressed against the wall, and she dropped her head. She closed her eyes, her stomach tightening as she was almost ready to vomit. And she really wanted to. She had hoped it would stall the situation or make her better. Marinette opened her eyes, her mind racing as the male pulled up her skirt, his fingers digging into her underwear and sliding them over her haunches. She felt her underwear pool at her knees, and Marinette understood that she was completely exposed.

Tears pricked her eyes and she moved, whimpering as his grip on her hips only grew tighter and tighter.
"W-wait-" she whimpered drunkenly, the room spinning even faster. "I- I don't want this... the music is still playing we can go back out and dance. It was fun-" she paused the moment his arms, squeezed around her body, pulling her closer to him. Marinette let go of the wall, the air purposely being squeezed out of her as she remained completely exposed. Her hands reached down, trying to pry his arms off of her.
"Nick," She exhaled, with both pain and frustration. "Let go of me!" Marinette struggled to breathe even as he forced her face against the wall. She squeezed her eyes closed, tears falling down her cheeks as this was it.

This was the end of her. She couldn't fight back. He had cut off her supply of air, and Marinette was inebriated enough to help her pass out. She couldn't hold on any longer. She furrowed her brow, her lungs filling with air as his arms retracted from her. She breathed out, her vision still hazy, but becoming more thorough as she was finally able to get some oxygen to her brain. His support around her ceased, and Marinette was close to dropping on the floor. She heard muffled voices behind her, and a few loud bangs, but she couldn't make it out.

"Marinette-" a soft voice called out to her.

The blunette turned her face to the sound of the voice. She squinted, making out a figure, a familiar face.
"N-Nino?" Marinette inquired, worried that her mind was playing tricks on her.

Nino held Marinette by the waist, helping her to her feet. The male bashfully tugged down her skirt, placing it where it belonged so that she was covered. Marinette clumsily reached down for her underwear, hiking it back up to her hips. Her blue eyes glanced around nervously, her mind slowly wrapping around what was about to happen before everything began to make sense.

Adrien gripped Nick by the shirt, pushing him against the wall. Marinette blushed, feeling embarrassed at what they had caught, knowing they saw her as someone puerile for following strangers and ending up in this situation.

Alya hovered behind Adrien, one of Marinette's fallen flat footwear in her hand. The blunette's eyes widened as Alya continued to smack the male in the face with it, her fists clenched with anger at the attempted assault. Nino gently stood between Alya and Marinette, grabbing her waist and tugging her away from the two men. Adrien clenched his teeth, his anger evident.

Marinette herself had become perplexed. She was upset, but grateful that her friends had come the time that they did.
"Adrien," Nino called out to his comrade, his arms holding Alya who was struggling to get out of his grasp. "Lets go!"

Marinette stood in the corner, completely dumbfounded. Her heart raced as her perplexity was quickly replaced by anger. Anger that someone thought they had the right to access her body whenever they pleased. That someone would take advantage of her to harm her the way that he was trying to. She kicked her other flat off. She reached down and picked it up, throwing it at the male.
"You motherfucking pig!" Marinette called out, her face flushed deeper with anger.

Nino widened his eyes, ducking the flying flat that went in his direction. Adrien released his grip on the male. Nino turned bringing Alya towards Marinette. Alya stumbled, fixing her dress as she glared back at Nino and Adrien. The brunette laced her arms around her friends waist, guiding her out of the room, away from the commotion that was going on inside.

Marinette stumbled back towards the dance floor. The music boomed throughout her body and Marinette felt Alya grab her waist and guide her away. Marinette glanced back, a frown pulling on her lips as she watched Nino and Adrien stay behind with Nick.
"Should we wait for them?" Marinette asked, her eyes shifting back to Alya.

Alya shook her head, her eyes fixated on the front doors of the club. She pushed the doors open, her hand remaining on Marinette.
"I'm so sorry..." She glanced up at Marinette as the warm outside air blew through her hair.

Marinette inhaled. She was just glad that she was out of there. It was growing too hot, and she was getting claustrophobic. Marinette closed her eyes, her hand clutching her stomach. She pressed her lips together, sweat beading at the nape of her neck. It wasn't long before Marinette was hunched over, everything in her stomach now on the pavement beneath them.

Alya sighed, shaking her head with frustration.
"Fuck." She mumbled under her breath, very gently moving over towards Marinette to keep her hair from her face. They weren't aware of what Nino and Adrien were doing to Nick, but it felt as if it took forever before the two of them came out.

Marinette was humiliated. Not only because if Nick, but because her friends saw her in such a way. This is the place where she works. She made all her friends here, this was a place she often escaped to. Why did something like this have to happen here? Marinette worried that this would get around. That her family and other friends would find out. She worried that it would fall down the grape vine to her co-workers. She'd live with that humiliation until she'd have to quit. Anxiety bubbled in her stomach at the thought, and Marinette couldn't help herself but to vomit from those thoughts alone.

Marinette could barely hear the bickering that went on behind her as she did her business. All she could make out was Alya's sharp voice and her friends regret that they left her alone. Marinette was a big girl, and she was able to take care of herself. She was twenty-three years old, and she was going on twenty- four. She should have known better. The female made a mental note to talk to them about this.

Marinette was finally able to breathe, tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she staggered away from her vomit. The way she was feeling, Marinette knew she was unlucky enough to fall in it. She was faintly aware of Alya wrapping her arms around her, ushering Adrien to call a taxi, to which he offered to call his bodyguard.
She furrowed her brow, the sky spinning over and over until everything went black.

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"Marinette," Alya reprimanded glaring at her intoxicated friend with a callous expression. "You can't sleep in the bathtub...."

Marinette shivered, wanting to submerge herself completely in the warm water and take a nap. At this point, the embarrassment from the night had completely subsided, and Marinette couldn't have cared less that Alya had to bathe her after she had vomited on herself. Marinette had a hard time keeping her eyes open. She glanced up at Alya with a grimace, holding on to the side of the tub as she helped her stand.

The bathroom almost looked unfamiliar to her before she realized she was back in the home that she and Adrien shared. Marinette almost smiled at the thought of going back to the colossal bed where she was able to sprawl out and sleep. Marinette stumbled over, her hands gripping on to the toilet bowl as Alya grabbed a towel. The bluenette stood awkwardly naked by the toilet and she leaned against the wall, worried that she was going to topple over again. All that Marinette could think about was going to bed.

Alya wrapped a towel around Marinette, slowly ushering her out the bathroom door and into the bedroom.
"Girl, we have to go back to your apartment and get you some clothes..." Alya breathed, only able to fish out a white shirt. Alya turned to face Marinette who sat on the bed, the lines under her eyes deepening. The brunette sighed, sliding the shirt on to Marinette's head, and helped get her arms through the holes so that she wore the shirt properly.
"We aren't going to worry about underwear right now. I'm going to ask Adrien if there is a bucket here, in case you have to puke..." She murmured, gently guiding Marinette to lay down. "Get some rest, you're gonna be super hungover tomorrow.

Marinette frowned, hiccuping as the blush on her cheeks only grew deeper.
"I... I think Nino saw my vagina." Marinette whimpered, her nose sniffling as she remembered that Nino was the one who pulled up her underwear.

Alya shook her head.
"It's okay, baby." Alya whimpered. "I'm so sorry I left you alone. Besides, it was dark. You don't have to worry about what Nino saw..."

Marinette leaned into her pillows, hiccuping as she closed her eyes.
"Please...don't tell anyone about this..." the bluentte begged softly, her mind beginning to race. Marinette couldn't help but to think about the what ifs. She began to wonder if everyone saw her as a piece of garbage the same way that she saw herself. The same way Felix saw her.

Marinette's grip on Alya's hand began to loosen the more Marinette submerged herself into thought, not entirely realizing how easily subjectacle she was to simple manipulation by her own drunken thought. Granted, it was really how she felt about herself, but she was usually able to suppress them. But with her inebriation, it was a lot more difficult this time around.

"Don't you worry..." Alya whispered. "Nino and Adrien took care of that guy. He will not even breathe in your direction anymore. We won't talk about this with anyone, and we won't bring it up unless you're ready to talk about it..." Alya looked down, wanting to give Marinette all the space she needed, but also didn't want her to bottle everything inside either.

Marinette nodded, her hands gripping on to the pillows as she hated herself for being such a burden.
"I-I'm alright, Alya," She breathed softly, her eyes closed as she spoke. "I just need some sleep. I'll be fine by the morning..." she slurred. Marinette had this incredibly lamentable emotion in the pit of her stomach.

She listened to Alya exiting the room, leaving her alone with her thoughts. The blunette gripped on to the pillows, her heart squeezing at the train of self deprecating thoughts. Marinette couldn't tell if it was because she was inebriated, but she was convinced on doing something about herself and all the problems she's caused everyone.
She was sorry for the problems she caused Alya, Nino and Adrien. She was sorry to her parents that her great grandparents put them under this pressure to marry her off for jewels. She was sorry to Felix for whatever she did to make him leave her, for him to grow tired of her the way that he did. And worst of all, she was sorry to herself for the embarrassment of her friends catching a strange person about to take advantage of her, to the point where her group of friends had seen her in such a vulnerable situation. That Nino had seen her just barely naked.

Her blue eyes began to water, and Marinette withheld the sobs that wanted to emanate from her lips. She sloppily removed the blanket from her body as she struggled to stand up. Her heart ached in her throat, the female completely livid in her one track mind. She staggered over towards the balcony. She fumbled with the locks slightly as she was able to tug open the doors. The female paused, the warm wind blowing through her hair. She was completely lost. What used to be the best season she waited almost all year for, suddenly became the season that brought a fresh hell.

Marinette glanced down, the pooled tears seeping from the edges of her eyes.

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Adrien sat on the bottom step of the large staircase. The male nervously rubbed his palms together. He stood up instantly at the sound of Alya descending the staircase.
"Is she okay?" He asked, the strenuous lines under his eyes deepening.

Nino approached Adrien from behind, placing a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to reassure him.

"She's alright." Alya sighed, her fingertips rubbing her temples as perhaps she could have had a bit too much to drink herself. "She feels bad that Nino saw her vagina."

Adrien coughed at the sudden disclosure. A deep blush covered his cheeks, his eyes widening as he glanced over to Nino who had suddenly became a sputtering mess.

"I-I...yeah. U-uhh. I was just helping her with her skirt." Nino clarified, his heart racing incredibly fast as he was massively embarrassed by that realization alone. "I-it wasn't like I was purposely looking. I-I mean she's a pretty girl, don't get me wrong. But I always ask first!"

Alya rolled her eyes as Nino's sputtering mess. She wasn't the least bit surprised at how well Nino was able to make situations tremendously compromising.
"We know, dummy!" Alya exclaimed, shaking her head. "We were all there..."

Nino gulped, his eyes shifting to Adrien who seemed just as flush as he was. "I-I was just saying. Adrien was looking at me funny. I didn't want him to think I was grab assing on his wife..."

Adrien furrowed his brow, his face growing red at Nino's explanation.
"M-My wife? What?! I didn't say anything," Adrien retorted, his eyes widening as he glanced back at Alya. "Marinette is just a friend. Don't get it twisted. We've already talked about this marriage issue." Adrien breathed. "I don't care who she sees..." Adrien shook his head at how rude he sounded. "Nothing is coming out right..."

Alya sighed, a grimace on her face as she glanced back at Adrien.
"Just please...keep an eye on her for a few hours. If you don't mind. She seemed a bit traumatized. I don't want her to do anything foolish," The brunette shook her head as her eyes stared off in thought. "And if you can supply a puke bucket while she sleeps? It could get a bit messy..."

Adrien pressed his lips together, feeling awful for leaving Marinette at the bar by herself. Adrien could only imagine that things that were running through her mind at the moment. The blonde nodded, his eyes lowering down to the ground as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.
"I have no issue checking in on her for the rest of the night..." he murmured, his voice solemn.

Nino frowned, his heart aching at the awful situation they were put in. What was meant to be a fun night for the bride and groom ended up being a total disaster.

Alya nodded, feeling relieved that Marinette would be looked after.
"Thank you. I'll be back first thing in the morning to come check in on her..."

Adrien nodded, his mind wandering as Alya approached Nino, ushering him to take her home as it was growing into at least three in the morning. Nino placed his hand on the small of Alya's back, guiding her out of the main doors. The female staggered slightly, cursing under her breath as she struggled to get her act together. It was a hell of a night.

Adrien couldn't help but to wonder if he could somehow make it up to Marinette. Something awful had happened to her and Alya only wanted to make memories. They were both getting married for the first time, and Adrien knew that Alya was only trying to make the best of the situation. He sighed, guilt continuing to eat away at him. He shouldn't have left her alone.
The blonde glanced around him, searching for a mop bucket, and perhaps some water and pain killers in case she woke up with a bad headache.

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Marinette pered down at the garden. She wasn't sure if it was a far enough jump, but her drunken mind nagged at her, assuring her that this was going to work.

Marinette had become convinced that she was absolutely nothing. She was set on the notion that everything would be better off without her; Felix would never hear from her again, Adrien wouldn't be forced to marry her anymore, and she'd no longer be such a burden to her family and friends anymore. The blunette breathed, her hands shaking as she was still intoxicated enough to have a lack of equilibrium.
Her toes were cold despite the warm breeze that had caressed her delicately. She glanced up at the sky briefly, talking herself into finally doing it. She was going to end her life.

Her drunken mind told her it was what she had to do. With her anxiety and depression high, Marinette managed to hoist herself up on the ballistar. She felt the smooth wood beneath her feet and she pressed her lips together. Her knees trembled as she peered up at the moon above. Her fists clenched, her eyes now closing as she didn't want to see the ground raise up to her face at a rapid pace.

Marinette remained silent, sitting beside herself on the situation before she made her final decision. The moment her left foot moved, Marinette could feel the warm air beneath her feet. Marinette was sure to have fallen had it not been for the strong arms that encased around her from behind.
A small scream emitted from behind her lips as she was tugged backwards and pulled into something.

"Marinette, what are you doing?!" Adrien gasped from behind her, tugging her back into the room, despite her protests and her weakened attempts to fight him off.

Marinette felt the room spin, and she stumbled back. She attempted to punch and kick using whatever strength she had left to muster, but to no avail. She was weak, tired and still buzzed. Aside from that, Adrien was quite a bit stronger than her at that moment.
"Let me go!" Marinette cried, gasping as Adrien lifted her up and threw her on to the bed. The blunette groaned as she face planted into the pillow. Frustration boiled in her veins as she struggled to pull herself up.

Adrien closed the doors to the balcony, locking them securely before he drew the curtains completely closed.

"You couldn't just let me die..." Marinette sobbed, vexation dripping in her words as she managed to turn and glare at him. "Leave me alone! Get out!"

Adrien furrowed his brow, his heart aching at what he could only imagine was trauma. Marinette had gotten low enough to believe that she didn't deserve to live. That thought alone hurt him much more than he initially thought.
"No," Adrien replied flaccidly. "I was going to check in on you every few hours, but you're stuck with me. I'm not leaving until you're fast asleep and wake up with a rational mind tomorrow morning."

Marinette furrowed her brow, her pupils dilating as the room was blurry. All she could spot was the blonde standing across the room from her. His blonde hair was tousled, but looked soft and pliable. He had tan skin, nice shoulders and such a height that Marinette could only remember standing on her tiptoes to give him a sweet kiss to his lips.
"Felix, go away. You wanted me gone..." she sniffled, her heart aching as she reached up to run her fingers through her hair. "Just... let me go..."

Adrien paused, his brow furrowing as she had called him by his cousin's name. He wasn't totally aware if Marinette was referring to his cousin, or if she meant someone else. There were many Felixes in Paris, and in what relation Marinette was referring to, Adrien was a little apprehensive to find out. But he was able to gather that this Felix guy must have done something to her.
"No one deserves to die, Marinette," Adrien replied in a soft murmur as he approached the bed. "Especially not like that..." He paused, his green eyes glancing down at the bed before he hesitantly decided to climb into the bed. The blonde sat beside her, reaching for the blanket and tenderly placing it over her.
"Why don't you get some sleep? You'll feel better tomorrow. I'll be right here until then, okay?"

Marinette glared at him, remaining completely still as he placed the blanket over her.
"Why don't you die then?" Marinette asked, her voice hoarse as her blue eye shifted over towards him. All Marinette could see was Felix. She couldn't see Adrien at all.

Adrien sighed, his face remained impassive as he fluffed her pillows.
"If you want me to die in order to keep you alive then I guess that's okay," His green eyes glanced up at Marinette, whose face was completely flushed red. "Horrible things that you didn't deserve happened to you...and I'll do whatever I can to make it up to you..."

Marinette glared at him, her face completely saturated in vexation.
"So why did you leave, Felix?" Marinette asked, her voice quivering. "What did I do?" She asked, her heart aching as she awaited an answer.

Adrien frowned, his eyes capturing hers and for a brief moment, he was able to see the pain she drew inside of her eyes.
"I... I didn't leave," Adrien murmured, his heart sinking. "I'm still here. I'm right here, Marinette. You didn't do anything..." the blonde assured, leaning slightly towards her. "Please, close your eyes and sleep. I promise you'll feel better in the morning, and I'll be right in my room down the hall.

Marinette shook her head. She hastily pulled the blankets off of her. With her skin still flushed, the female stubbornly began to crawl over towards Adrien. Adrien widened his eyes, completely caught off guard as Marinette crawled into him, straddling his lap. The blonde felt his cheeks warm, and his heart immediately began to pound wildly in his chest. The large t-shirt she wore as sleepwear had started to ride up her hips and Adrien wasted no time reaching over and tugging it down to keep her covered.
"U-Uhm. Marinette...what are you doing?" Adrien asked, his eyes shifting up towards her face before they captured her eyes.

"You said you'd die to keep me alive..." Marinette breathed, tears pooling in her eyes as she reached up and placed her hands around his neck.

Adrien furrowed his brow, his eyes continuing to look into hers. He felt awful, he had never wanted to see her cry like this.
"Would that make you feel better?" He asked, his voice growing softer as her hands began to squeeze on his neck.

Marinette furrowed her brow in concentration, tears beginning to roll down her blushing cheeks. Her heart began to beat erratically, the pressure on her palms only growing more and more. Her eyes widened, her heart aching as the male in front of her began to take shape. Green eyes sought hers, and Marinette could see Adrien in front of her. Her hands trembled, thoughts of what had happened earlier in the night immediately beginning to flood her head.
"Fuck-" she breathed, retracting her hands from his neck immediately. Marinette remained still, looking away from him as a swarm of emotions began to override her. The female groaned, too tired to decipher what she was feeling. Instead, she climbed off his lap and back into the bedsheets. She cried softly, hiding underneath the covers. Marinette just wanted to crawl into a black hole and disappear.

When did her life become so shit? She just wanted everything to go away. She was faintly aware of Adrien's hand on her back, gently rubbing her in reassurance before she felt herself slipping away. Her sobs slowly died down, her body feeling warm as she slipped into her own darkness.

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Her body ached, she must have been asleep for about an hour. Her head pounded and her stomach did flips. Marinette couldn't figure out why she was awake already, but she could faintly remember what had happened the night before. She remembered that she drank until she couldn't feel anymore, met a stranger and then went dancing. There was an ache. The blunette slid her hands against the bed sheets, feeling around for him. She frowned as she came up empty. The lines under her eyes deepened as she remembered Adrien grabbing nick by the shirt, moving him away from her immediately.

Marinette gripped on to the sheets, slowly sitting up as she strained her eyes for someone in the dark. Anxiety began to spill over and Marinette was afraid to be alone. The female slowly climbed out of bed, her mind racing a million miles a minute. She opened the door to the hallway and poked her head out into the dark. Marinette remembered there were bedrooms down the hall. Perhaps Adrien was in one of them? There wouldn't be any chance that he'd gotten tired and wanted to leave her alone for the night, would he?

Marinette breathed evenly, her hands running along the walls as she attempted to feel around. She squinted her eyes, attempting to make anything out in the dark. She bit her lip, her heart aching as she worried that she wouldn't find him. The female paused, her hand gripping at a doorknob as she came upon a door to a bedroom. She carefully opened the door, shyly poking her head inside.

Her blue eyes widened slightly at the large windows in the bedroom. The room was lit with the moonlight and stars. The night sky was beautiful and Marinette couldn't remember the last time she saw something so beautiful. The floors were a nice tan hardwood polished floor, and she swore she could spot a walk in closet on the other side of the room. Marinette made a mental note to have a look around at the empty rooms down the hall, but she couldn't figure out why she never got around to it. Her eyes paused, landing upon a massive amount of blankets bunched on the floor. Marinette sighed, assuming it was Adrien's dirty laundry until the pile began to move.

She gasped, slightly hiding behind the door as she continued to glare at the pile of sheets on the floor. Marinette pressed her lips together, just about ready to close the door when she saw his face. Her hand clenched the doorknob as she realized that it was Adrien. Adrien was sleeping on a pile of sheets on a hard floor. Marinette frowned, glancing back down the hall where she slept in a master bedroom on a colossal bed quite comfortably ever since the first night. Marinette had only began to realize that Adrien chose to sleep on the ground so that she was comfortable and had her own space in the master bedroom. He went from sleeping on a comfortable bed at his father's mansion, to sleeping on the cold hard floor.

Marinette felt like such a fool. She was never quick to judge someone, but she often found herself doing it lately when it came to Adrien. She had really started to hate herself lately. The female carefully entered the room, closing the door behind her as she approached Adrien with a one track mind. She slowly kneeled beside the bed, her hand gently tapping his shoulder.

Adrien furrowed his brow, his eyes slowly opening. His eyes widened, the moment he saw Marinettte hovered over him. Worried that she was still drunk or that she needed something, he sat up, parting his lips to say something to her. Marinette tenderly pressed her fingertip to his lips, silencing him before he could even speak. Adrien froze, his heart racing as Marinette smiled at him sweetly.

"Come on..." she whispered, taking his hand gently. She tugged him up to his feet, and the blonde stupidly followed her.
"You're not going to be sleeping on the floor anymore..." she murmured, guiding him through the hallway.

The blonde perked a brow, feeling her hand tightening around his as they entered the master bedroom. Adrien waited, watching as Marinette climbed into bed and patted the spot beside her. Adrien looked around, his mind racing as he wondered if it was really okay. The blonde hesitated before he climbed into the space beside her.

Marinette didn't know what compelled her to do it. Perhaps it was because she still had drink in her veins, perhaps it was because she hated that he slept on the floor so that she could be comfortable, perhaps it was because Marinette reflected on everything he ever did for her. Whatever did it, Marinette had a desire to be close to him for that night. The blunette moved beside him, wrapping her arms around him and pressed her head on to his chest. She closed her eyes, relaxing against him as she breathed, feeling more than ready to just sleep this way.

Adrien widened his eyes, his heart racing as Marinette cuddled into his side, wrapping her arms around him and tugging her body close to his. He pressed his lips together, feeling awkward to put his hands anywhere in fear that he'd cross lines or give the wrong impression.
"M-Marinette? Are you... still drunk?" Adrien asked, his voice soft and low in the dark.

Marinette chuckled sleepily. She breathed out as she was ready to fall asleep.
"Ask me tomorrow..." she hummed, her body shivering as she felt his hand touch her waist. She felt him relax against her, his breathing becoming even as he grew comfortable with her.

Marinette breathed in his scent, her heart squeezing at how tender he was with her before she eventually fell asleep.