Hot and heavy start to this chapter - it has been marked out with warnings in case anyone wants to skip the juicy stuff.

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CH-LOWER YOUR STANDARDS

'Mode Mania' has some interesting news to share with you all.

It seems Chloé Bourgeois, 24, has been spreading some interesting rumours since her last trial and community service announcement. The outspoken socialite was more than willing to give us an interview regarding the breakdown in her relationship with ex-superstar 'XY', 30. The latest break caused Bourgeois to beg her ex husband for a revival of their on again/off again marriage.

It seems XY, the once hot topic pop star, hit a bumpy road when it was rumoured he'd been propositioning women behind the socialites back, even being rumoured to have had an all night sex romp last year with two very willing participants.

Though nothing has been confirmed or denied, Chloé has given us the names of one of the girls, however the other is still unknown.

Lila Rossi, 24, has been thrown under the bus by the ex-glamour model, stating that '[Lila] would do anything to get one up on her, including having sex with her boyfriend of the time.' Chloè also hinted that Lila's attention wasn't solely aimed at the males, and that the notorious villain of Paris was actually in a secret relationship with a female model, one that has spanned over the past four years.

Chloè wouldn't tell us who it was due to her own experiments with the model and villain, stating that 'now was not the time for reveals'. Chloè has been known for her sexual accomplishments over the years as she strayed away from her former husband, these ranged from superstar XY to a one time thing with local hero Viperion, the hero himself stating his shame at such a weak moment in his life.

Miss Bourgeois has never been a shy one to talk about her sexual conquests, her loose mouth getting her into trouble more often than once.

Paris' top socialite has admitted herself into rehab, helping with both her alcohol and substance abuse, hoping to get on the straight and narrow before returning to her beloved home of Paris and onto her next target.

Chat Noir and Adrien Agreste, you need to watch out because Bourgeois is after you ...

Though girl, we all think you need to lower your standards.

••••• THIS SECTION CAN BE SKIPPED •••••

"Because I love you, okay. I have loved you every single day since I let you go. Since I chose my job over you. Now if there's only one thing I can do to bring meaning to my life, it's going to be to protect you, you mean everything to me. I love you, Marinette, and I swear to God I won't let anything harm you, I'd rather die first."

Marinette placed her hands firmly on Adrien's chest and pushed him against the door to the apartment doubling as their safe house.

"Prove it!" She said, lifting up on her toes to place her lips against his. The kiss was manic and not at all soft, it was a carnal desire which they were both finally allowing themselves to feel.

He tasted like heaven and she knew this was going to be a new addiction of hers. Pushing her hands up into his hair, she grasped a hold of his luscious blonde locks and gave them a tug, a gasp leaving his mouth and her tongue taking the opportunity to taste more.

Adrien's hands moved down to her hips, pulling her flush against his chest. His groin pressing into her stomach allowed her to feel every inch of his arousal as they continued to make out in the hallway. The hardness of his erection proved to her exactly what she meant to him, and she couldn't be happier with the result.

He pulled his lips away from hers, spinning them around and, this time, slamming her into the door of the apartment. He moved one hand up into her hair as the other squeezed and groped her ass as he assaulted her mouth once again.

A moan left her throat as her own desire pooled between her legs. She separated them, allowing him to slot one of his own into the gap. She rubbed her heat against him, whimpering with her need to be filled.

Pulling away again, he laughed. A glistening of amusement and arousal took over his eyes, and his lips found their way to her neck. Kissing and sucking, in dire search for her pulse point.

"You taste so sweet, my love." He licked from the crevice of her neck, to her ear before wrapping his lips around her Miraculous, his tongue tracing the circular shape.

She sucked in a breath before grinding harder against his leg, the friction increasing her aroused state.

He pulled away, his cheeky grin playing games with her libido and teasing her into an incredible state of need. She wondered if he knew the power he held over her, the utter desire running through her veins as she begged for his touch.

He went back to his artwork on her neck, sucking and biting, leaving every inch marked with his unique teeth pattern.

"You haven't tasted anything yet," she said, taking her hands to either side of his head and pulling him from his neck assassination.

He raised one eyebrow before allowing her to place her hands to his shoulders and guide her down to where she wanted him most, where she needed him.

Adrien kept his eyes firmly placed on hers as he slowly lowered down onto his knees. His hands trailing down her body as he went, before cupping around the backs of her thighs and his nose pressing through the material of her skirt stroking along the most sensitive part of her body.

His green eyes sparkled with mischief, as he looked into her half hooded bluebells, and moved his hands to the edging of her skirt, lifting it up and revealing her white lace thong to his gorgeous face. He turned his face and kissed her right thigh, before turning and making out with her left. She knew he was leaving more marks and his possessiveness affected her, making her thrust her hips towards his face.

"All in good time, Princess."

The name twigged something in the back of her mind, like she'd heard it before but the thought was blown out of her mind as Adrien placed a soft and gentle kiss against her heat. For something so hot, he was being exceptionally gentle.

Marinette threaded her hands through his golden locks and gave it a slight pull - a demand to keep going. The hot air of a chuckle spurred him on as he moved the crotch of her underwear out of the way and took a long, dragged out lick. She felt herself tense, and knees shook at the texture of his tongue against an area so sensitive. It was so damn good.

He kissed all over, before finding the location he wanted. The location for him to make out with. His lips and tongue got to work, worshipping her in a way she'd never felt before. She looked down at the mop of blonde hair, moving with each intense stroke of his tongue or suck of his lips. Her hands followed the movements as she stroked through his hair, grasping a little louder each time he used his mouth just right.

Letting her head drop back, Marinette looked to the side of the corridor, noticing the number of doors there. Anyone could walk out at any time and see Adrien on his knees eating her out vigorously. She knew she could stop him, if she had any sense she would, dragging him into the apartment and finishing their personal business inside, but she was in too deep, the need for him to finish her off overpowering everything.

Adrien hooked an arm under one of her knees, hoisting it up and over his shoulder, allowing his tongue to dip deeper. She tensed her leg, holding him place with her calf on his back as she bit her bottom lip and succumbed to the pleasure. Nothing had ever felt as good as this.

Biting her bottom lip, she closed her eyes, hearing a faint buzz in the background.

Her breasts rose up and down as she creeped closer to the best orgasm of her life. Her breath increased in speed and her stomach clenched with desire. This was it. She was losing control.

Her moans were filling the hallway and she was positive someone could hear them and at any moment they would be joined by a disgruntled neighbour, threatening to call the police. Fuck, this was getting hotter by the minute.

Her hands fanned through his hair, taking in the soft smoothness, when suddenly the vibrating noise was closer, and against her. She gasped, clutching his hair tighter as the object slipped inside her, a howl left her mouth in response to the new feeling and she moved her hands looking for something new to anchor herself onto.

Soft hair was instantaneously swapped for something cool and leather feeling. She stroked over it, feeling all the crevices in the material, the jagged texture of tiny octagons brushed against the pads of her thumbs and she knew she'd felt it before, mainly covering her entire body.

Opening her eyes she looked down at the head of her sexual assassin, only to find a change in hair style.

"Marinette?"

The instrument inside her had come from her current lover, and it wasn't Adrien.

"Marinette?"

As the vibrations continued to push against her most sensitive spot, the lips of her partner pulled away allowing him to look at her, a black mask surrounding his wonderfully green eyes. She suddenly realised where those vibrations were coming from.

"Do you like that, M'Lady?"

Her mouth fell open as she ground harder into him and his ministrations, begging with her eyes for his lips to press against her once more.

"Marinette?"

She pushed him into her, holding his head so he couldn't back away again and wiggled her hips to help her along, his baton extending slightly to reach higher sending her soaring over the edge.

"Marinette, wake up!"

The tension in her lower stomach grew as she clenched her inner walls around the metallic object; squeezing with all her might. She was getting higher and higher, her mouth wide open as her climax hit hard.

"Marinette!"

Everything from her toes to her fingers clenched through the most intense orgasm of her life. Her head hitting the wall with a hard force as she threw it back, eyes closed and dazed, the intensity taking over.

"Oh my God," she said through hoarse breaths. Her eyes tightly closed as she attempted to remain upright. "Fuck!"

"You're such a fucking tease," Chat Noir's voice floated up to her ears and she couldn't wait to return the favour.

"Only for you, Mon min-." Coming out of her post orgasmic glow she looked down at the beautiful male below her currently licking his glistening lips. To her shock it was no longer Chat Noir., smirking up at her was Adrien Agreste.

••••• WELCOME BACK •••••

Marinette shot up in her bed gasping for breath, Tikki hovering above her calling her name as she tried to calm herself down, what the fuck?

Her body was still trembling and the sticky coating over her fingers told her it was more than just a dream.

Chat Noir and Adrien though? Both of them? No! Her mind was just playing crap jokes on her because as much as she wanted both or either of them, unfortunately it wasn't going to happen. It was literally in her dreams.

It wasn't the first time her dreamland had taken her away with them. Usually one would star in her more raunchy of dreams, but it was the first time they'd been there together, maybe they'd carpooled.

"Marinette, your phone is vibrating."

"That's not the only thing." Marinette replied, reaching over to grab her phone from her nightstand. Her body was still coming down from her high and her brain was foggy with an intense need she hadn't had in months. Damn Adrien Agreste coming back and hyping up her sexual desires again, maybe Alya would need to send her a new gift?

She wiped her fingers on the base of her night tee, making a mental note to throw it in the hamper when she got changed, and pressed the answer button without looking at the caller's name. Her body was still trembling as she worked on piecing together how to start a conversation.

"Hello," she answered, pushing herself into a sitting position against her headboard. She looked over towards the clock on her wall and noticed it was nine in the morning. It was far too early when she had nowhere to be.

"Marinette, is there something you want to tell me?"

Suddenly Marinette felt like she was in the head teachers office, and even though she couldn't be seen she straightened her back and sat up to attention.

"Vivica? How did you get this number?"

"Nevermind that, I want to know what news you have so far."

Marinette sighed, and dropped her head back against the board, the 'thadunk' sound brought back too many memories of the previous night's dream and she quickly moved to correct it.

"What do you want to know?" Her heart began to beat in her chest, what if Vivica knew she was the girl from the river, or Adrien had bought her a new phone, or even worse, that Marinette was at his apartment last night and she'd almost kissed him. Not to mention the dream she'd had. Vivica couldn't see her dreams, could she?

"Listen, I'm paying you a lot of money for this to happen. I expect some sort of result."

"I'm quite sure we agreed to go through Peyton," Marinette said, swinging her legs out of bed and slipping them into her slippers. She headed towards her wardrobe, legs slightly on the jelly side, and slipped on her pink fluffy bathrobe before heading out of her room and into her kitchen.

"When I haven't received any news from Peyton, and she hasn't heard anything from you, you're going to have to answer to me. Do you understand?"

Marinette rolled her eyes as she flicked on her coffee maker and moved to her sofa. "Yes, master." She giggled to herself as she sat down, finding the remotes and placing her feet on the coffee table in front of her. If she was up at this time in the morning the least she could do was watch some of the shows live that she'd catch up on later in the day. It would give her more time to work on some of her commissions.

"Don't get cocky with me, I'm your employer, show some respect."

Marinette sighed. "Fine, sorry. What do you want to know?" She shook her head at Tikki wanting to do nothing more than tut. However she was sure such an audible reaction would only fuel up Vivica more.

"Have you seen him this week?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"And, he's not going to do anything. I don't know what you have against him but Adrien is a sweet guy and I'm quite sure he wouldn't do anything that pushed boundaries."

The sound of Vivica's laughing on the other end of the phone put Marinette's nerves on edge. "Whatever," she said, "I was told you were the one that could make this happen, Marinette, I'm starting to think I should have asked for someone else."

Marinette rubbed the frown lines that appeared in the centre of her eyebrows before looking down at her fingers. She really needed to sort out her nails.

"I told you, I want to build it up naturally. Adrien doesn't seem the sort of guy who would just jump the first woman who batted their eyelashes at him."

"He's away over the next couple of weeks filming, how the hell do you expect to trap him if he's not even here."

"That's your problem not mine. If you knew his schedule perhaps you would have considered a different option to this." Marinette spoke again without thinking, this was not going well.

"Excuse me?" She sounded as though Marinette had just pissed on her cornflakes.

Marinette sighed before continuing, she really needed to work on her temper.

"He's not away all the time, only for a couple of days each week. I still have five and a half weeks left, that's a long time Viv." A long time for nothing to happen, because after this call there was not a chance in hell she was allowing Adrien to be trapped. Even if it meant she had to break the non disclosure agreement, although that would have to be a last resort. The terms of the agreement would kill everything she had built to accomplish. Not just being a honey, but all her commercial work too. Vivica would take it all.

"It's Vivica, not Viv."

"Sorry," Marinette replied, not meaning a damn syllable of it.

"Just so you know, he has a collège reunion this weekend. He's meant to be coming with me to a gala but I know my husband, and he will do whatever the fuck he please's."

Marinette hated that she still called him her husband. She hated it a lot. A husband meant someone loved, and cared for. Not a bank for plastic surgery and weekend's in Cape Verde.

"And?" She asked, knowing exactly where this was going.

"I want you there, I don't give a shit how you do it but go. Apparently, it's a 'fancy dress' event so maybe go as a slutty waitress or as Ladybug ... though not Jessica Rabbit, you don't have the tits for that dress."

"Gee thanks, my childhood dreams have been destroyed."

"Don't be sarcastic with me, Marinette. I can bury you if I want." Marinette rolled her eyes, she hated how that woman said her name.

What the hell had Adrien seen -

Her thoughts stopped in its tracks. Finally a ray of light was shining down brightly on the relationship. This was not Adrien's choice was it? Nothingwas ever Adrien's choice.

Her dislike for Vivica grew stronger, and she was now certain there was more to the story than she originally knew. She just needed to give Adrien the chance to tell her what happened in his own time.

One thing was certain though, as long as she was around Adrien Agreste would not fall for a trap.

•••••

"Thank you for coming, M. Agreste."

"It's Adrien, M. Agreste is my father."

Adrien placed his hand in that of his father's lead doctor before taking a seat on the chair opposite the middle aged man.

Dr. Moreau had been the lead doctor on his father's case since he'd been admitted eight months prior. After many, many, many medical examinations had been performed without any result, the medical department were beginning to give up hope, the complete opposite to how Adrien and Felix saw the situation. They knew the doctors wouldn't find anything, they both knew the true reason why.

A sigh left the doctor's lips before he began to speak. "Now, as you know we have been running test after test, to try and figure out how we could help your father but unfortunately we've run out of viable options."

Adrien crossed his ankle on top of his knee and looked at the man in front of him, the man who had fallen for Adrien's act as devoted son, the man who was trying everything to give Adrien his father back. He felt horrible for deceiving such a helpful, kind man, but he had no choice, he had to remember their end goal.

"And?" he asked, trying to portray himself as hopeful. Hopeful that his father would return to him. There's no shock he got the acting job when we could put up performances like this.

"I'm afraid there's nothing more we can do."

Adrien suppressed the need to launch out of his seat and fist bump into the air. Instead he focused his attention to the ground and rubbed his eyebrows, wiping across his eyes for good measure.

"How long does that give me?" He added a throaty swallow into his words, trying to pull as much emotion together as he could, sounding heartbroken at the news he'd just recieved.

"I wouldn't expect much more than a couple of months, you know he's hit and miss with his memories now."

"What will happen to him?"

"We want to keep him here so that way we can focus on keeping him comfortable."

Adrien nodded, that sounded fine. They could easily afford the private healthcare Gabriel was receiving. Gabriel was still turning out some top of the range products, pulling in quite a substantial income so money was not an issue for any of them.

"Has he - what has he been saying?"

Dr. Moreau started to laugh. "Just the usual, that he was going to take over the world, rewrite history and finally give Ladybug what she deserved. We had to sedate him. He was hell bent on finding the hero and giving her a piece of his mind, then he said he would do the same to Chat Noir." He shook his head, not noticing the paleness of Adrien's skin taking it from a sun kissed tan to a sheet of paper.

"C-Chat Noir?"

"Yeah, I thought it was a bad idea too. Guy would cataclysm the poor fella thinking he was an akuma." Adrien's laugh came out strained and unbelievable. That was the first time his father had brought Chat Noir into conversation.

"Did you have to sedate him?"

"Yes, he calmed down quickly once we managed to inject him. He should be relaxed if you'd like to see him before you leave."

Adrien wasn't sure if seeing him in his 'world domination' state would be his best idea, however he needed to make sure he was viewed as the best son, and the best option for his power of attorney. He couldn't allow Nathalie, or even Vivica, to get that role.

"Sure." Adrien stood up and offered his hand out to the doctor, shaking it softly before leaving the room and heading towards his fathers suite.

As usual, the room was empty, it wasn't like many people were going to visit him. He hadn't exactly made a ton of friends over the years. If Adrien wasn't here then the only other frequent visitor was Nathalie, closely followed by Felix, Vivica and, a couple of times, Audrey or Tomoe.

He pushed open the door and headed to the seat where he'd usually sit. One sectioned between Gabriel and the door, making his exit an easy one if his father began to freak out.

He kept his eyes on Gabriel as he entered the room, the older man looking at Adrien curiously.

"Where's my son?" Gabriel asked, his usual confusion causing Adrien to sigh.

"It's me, father. I'm here." As much as the word father burned his tongue to speak, there was no point confusing the man further.

Gabriel started to laugh, slapping down on his thigh. "Oh, Brandon, you really need to come up with new jokes."

"No, father, I'm Adrien. I'm your son." This happened a lot. Brandon was Gabriel's cousin, and for some reason he thought that's who Adrien was. It was becoming a weekly occurrence, making every 'awake' visit harder than it needed to be. When Gabriel was awake he knew he would spend most of the time correcting the mixed up memories more than anything else.

"Have you seen my mum and dad? They were looking for you I think." Adrien sighed again. His fathers parents had died years ago, Adrien was only six years old when he last saw them.

"No, I haven't. I think they might come and see you later though."

"I hope they do. They promised to take me home if I was being a good boy, and my nanny," 'nurse' Adrien corrected in his head, "said I'd eaten all my greens, making my parents proud."

Adrien pushed a smile on his lips. "That's great news."

"It is."

Gabriel got off his bed and walked over to the stack of magazines on the table. They mixed from the latest fashion publications, to 'Superman' comics, his choice of magazine usually giving a clue to his mindset for the day. Gabriel picked up the latest issue of 'Style Queen' and snorted.

"Ladybug the greatest hero? ... yeah right! Girls a menace, but luckily I can put a stop to that."

Adrien's insides turned cold, what was he thinking now? "And how's that?" He said, hoping his voice didn't betray him, hiding the scars that were deep within.

"She's a bug, and bugs hate the cold. I can freeze her out. I know who she is, Adrien, I know who Ladybug is. I can swap the information with Chat Noir ... you know tell him her identity for his Miraculous. He'd definitely do anything to defend her."

Adrien was used to Gabriel's filtering from one thing to the next, including his name change from Brandon to Adrien and vice versa. It also wasn't the first time he mentioned selling Ladybug out to Chat Noir for the ring. Everytime he began to talk about the heroes of Paris, he worked himself up into a frenzy, one that usually ended up in sedation.

He walked over to his father and placed a hand on his back, guiding him back to the bed and pressing the call button on his controller. He was sure a nurse would be in and recommend another dose of his medicine to calm him down.

Adrien watched Gabriel's fisted hands shake with anger, the knuckle turning white and he screwed them up tighter and tighter.

"Father, I'm sure Chat Noir would do anything for Ladybug, but you can't go searching them out."

"But I know Brandon. I know everything." And just like that, Gabriel was back in his own world, forgetting who Adrien was.

As much as Adrien held years and years of anger against his father, he couldn't help a piece of his heartbreaking everytime Gabriel forgot his name, or misidentified him. It was heartbreaking to know even though they were father and son, he didn't recognise you anymore and he knew any memories were just a ticking time bomb. One that may only last a couple more weeks.

In a matter of minutes after he'd rang for the nurse to enter, she came bearing needles ready to calm a muttering Gabriel down. Once again he was harping on about Ladybug and how he was going to find her and 'take her down'. Adrien tried to laugh it off with the nurse but the truth lay underneath it all. Gabriel would 'take her down' if he had a chance. Adrien wasn't a fool to think otherwise.

As usual the nurses advised him to leave, that Gabriel was about to get worse as the drugs settled in and, as usual, Adrien thanked them profoundly for helping his 'dear old father' gagging at the notion of feeling that way for Gabriel. He was the kind, caring son, only seen to be doing what was right for his father. Little did they know the real reason why.

He left the hospital heading straight for his car and checking his messages on the way.

Three new messages sat waiting in his inbox.

Blaise.

Felix.

Marinette.

He decided to leave the best until last and open Felix's first.

Felix
I had a strange meeting with Vivica today, I think she might be onto us, cus. Call me when you can?

Damn it! Adrien opened his car door, slamming his hand on the steering wheel as he positioned himself in the driving seat. Of course she'd be onto them, she's like a viper waiting to strike its prey. Before contacting Felix, or Vivica, Adrien pulled up his message from Blaise.

Blaise
Hi man, just to let you know the filming might be delayed a day or two, falling into the weekend. Your dresser has broken his arm and leg in a skiing accident, and will be out for at least a couple of months. We'll keep you informed.

He looked over the message, scrunching his lips together. If it ran into the weekend he would miss the reunion which means he needed to sort this problem stat. He was a fashion model, for crying out loud, he knew many professional dresses that could come and help him. He pulled up his phone book and began searching names when one struck him like a lightning bolt, a sly smile pulling over his lips.

He pulled up the message from Blaise and formed his reply.

Adrien
I know someone who can help. Leave it with me.

Smiling, at the thought of having more time with Marinette, he pulled up her message, only for his grin to grow wider.

Marinette
Does this make my butt look huge? I ordered it off the net and believe me this was not how it looked on the photo.

Adrien snorted, looking at a picture of Marinette in the tightest short shorts he'd ever seen. He went to press down on the message to save it, only stopping at the last minute to realise what asshole move that would be. Disgusted with where his thoughts went, he deleted the photograph (with a lot of willpower) and flicked his screen to get the keypad to appear.

Adrien
I'm guessing you didn't mean to ass me, but just to let you know you look butty-ful

He laughed to himself as he sent the message, hoping his reply took a little of the mortification away from what she'd done.

•••••

Marinette looked down at the message from Adrien mortified. For someone who was trying to protect him she was getting herself into some rather uncomfortable situations.

Marinette
Please tell me you've deleted that picture!

She began to pick at the side of her thumb nail as she waited for his reply. She couldn't understand why, but part of her wanted him to tell her he'd saved it. Some weird 'want' taking over her brain for a split second before she stopped and pulled herself back together.

Adrien
Yes, I did. Though I'm not going to lie to you I was tempted to save it.

A thrill ran through her, he wanted to save it. Adrien wanted to save a picture of her ass ... she needed to pull herself together. Nothing about these thoughts were normal.

Marinette
I didn't know you were such a pervert.

Adrien
Only for you <3 Anyway, are you free if I call?

Marinette looked over at the kwami's currently clearing her fridge of out of date food, they really didn't give a shit. Roaar was flying around with celery in their mouth, Fluff had two carrots dangling from his tail and Tikki was sitting in the glass cookie jar merrily munching on whatever she could find. Luckily for both herself, and Adrien's mental health, Kwami's couldn't be seen or heard by technology. Last thing she'd want to do was to freak him out when a random kwami moaned in elated happiness at a biscuit or slice of cheese.

Marinette
Sure, I'm just working on a commission.

Which wasn't actually a lie. The short shorts had been the wonderful idea of Chloé Bourgeois. She had wanted 'Queen Bee' on the butt in fancy script and glitter and the image of a cartoon 'Queen Bee' to be added onto one hip.

Marinette and Chloé were the same size, so when they came in she wanted to try them out for placement. The order was tacky and looked like something a stripper would wear, so she guessed Chloe was having a change of job.

Approximately thirty seconds after she'd sent the text, Adrien was causing her phone (and her heart) to vibrate loudly.

"Hey," she said casually, picking up the phone and placing it to her ear. She moved from the table she was currently working on, into the lounge and sat down on the sofa, praying to god that his voice wouldn't bring back mental images from the previous evening.

"Oh, sorry Marinette, I think I butt dialled you by mistake."

She could hear the laughter in his voice as he spoke and internally groaned at his 'joke', if you could call it that.

"Har-de-har! Stop cracking jokes at my expense." She scoffed, unable to keep the smile from making its way firmly onto her face as he guffawed down the phone at her own pun. "So what's this big question you've got for me?" She asked, leaning forward and picking up her remote, turning on the television and selecting the next episode of 'Project Runway'.

"My dresser for the movie has been involved in a skiing accident so has had to pull out of the job,"

"That's awful! Will she be okay?"

"He will be fine, I'm sure. It's just without the shooting being able to begin on Thursday as planned, it means I might have to miss the reunion this weekend."

Marinette scrunched her eyebrows together as she watched Tim Gunn walk about the design room as if he owned the place.

"That would be a shame," she replied, silently berating Tim for allowing Mike Reeve to continue with the monstory he was creating. You do not pair navy blue with black like that. "Kim will be gutted that his T-Birds aren't all going to be there, even worse if you're Danny Zuko."

The sound of Adrien laughing came through the speaker, and she could tell he was in his car at the moment. The low hum in the background gave her the impression he was stopped at lights. His car was beautiful, and a small part of her wanted to ask him for a drive by just so she could climb into those warm, heated seats again.

"Well, that's where I was hoping you could come in. I know you're probably busy with commissions but I spoke to my director and kind of recommended you."

"Recommended me for what?"

"To be my personal dresser."

Marinette's mouth moved up and down like a fish. A dresser, for a movie starring Adrien ... she would have to dress Adrien like he was her very own personal 'Ken' doll.

The phone call from Vivica played through her mind and the threat of a new honey coming into play worried her. If she was there, with Adrien, she could make sure no one got close enough. She knew all of Peyton's honey's, no one would be able to get past her. This could be a positive, she supposed.

Muttering into the phone, she answered Adrien's question, though a little thought before she spoke would have gone a long way.

"You want me to be your fluffer?" She slammed her hand over her mouth, no, no, no, no, retreat, retreat!

Adrien's barked out laugh made her stomach turn as her face fused with colour and she waited for his response.

"Marinette, how many times do I need to tell you it's not a porno."

Flashbacks to her morning's dream played through her mind, now that was definitely tethering on being a porno.

"Sorry, that didn't come out how I expected it too, and now I'm mortified again." She said, hand to her burning cheek.

His laughing died down, and his voice rang through the speaker again "So, what do you say?"