End section gets steamy ... if you don't want to read, stop when Marinette takes Adrien to her room.

You have been warned!!!

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THE PERFECT 'ALIX'LE

Stop the presses!

Mode Mania once again has exclusive news!

There seems to be an interesting occurrence happening in Paris' center. We have recently heard that Kagami Tsurugi, Luka Couffaine plus other celebrities are all heading back to Paris at the end of the month for the 'Gift for Kidz' fundraiser, run by our very own Rose Lavillant. However, news has spread that we now have one more.

Skating star Alix Kubdel, 24, has made a recent announcement that has shaken the sporting world. The six time skating World Champion announced today, exclusively to Mode Mania, that she will not be attempting a seventh World Championship title, instead heading back to Paris for the 'Gift for Kidz' fundraiser. She stated:

'I have been blessed to win such an amazing competition for six years straight, achieving things I didn't know I could. But this year I have had to make a decision and unfortunately my friends come first, meaning I will not be competing for my seventh title, instead standing alongside my best friends for a good cause.'

We are deeply saddened not to have such a top competitor at the World Championships to bring the gold back home to Paris, but we are impressed with the sports woman's loyalty to her long time friends.

Close friend and fellow sportsman, Lê Chiến Kim, 24, stated how '[Alix]'s number one priority has always been to her friends and teammates. She will always go where she is needed most, and it seems she has decided it's here.'

We wish all remaining competitors good luck and we look forward to seeing how France's number two, Martina Tremblay, 22, gets on at her first Championship.

•••••

"Okay, so here's the idea. You know how people have massive walk-in closets?"

Chat Noir grabbed his baton and swung it over his shoulders, resting his wrists over the metal bar, as Ladybug turned to her side, wrapping one arm around her waist and striking a peace sign with the opposite hand.

"I don't have one myself but carry on."

They turned again, Ladybug placing her arm over Chat's shoulder as he held the baton above his head. They were currently at 'Gamer Noir Enterprises' taking the final promotional shots in preparation for the release of the game. Nothing said Miraculous more than Ladybug and Chat Noir.

"What do you think about a walk-in closet with rows of barrels?"

"Barrels?" Ladybug questioned her peculiar partner.

"Yeah, like big buckets?" He responded.

"I know what they are, kitty," she laughed, "but why would I want them in my closet?"

They switched positions again; after so many years of being heroes and attending photoshoots they worked seamlessly in front of the camera as they did on the battlefield, hitting each of their trademark poses in quick, accurate succession.

"This is where the idea gets really good. Now, I hate ironing with a passion -"

"You iron?" she interrupted.

"Of course! Who else would do it for me?" They swapped positions again, this time Chat Noir taking his pose to the ground as Ladybug stood above him. "Now stop interrupting me."

She giggled as they moved in sync (of course) to their next position.

"Now, instead of railings you have these big barrels that you throw your clothes into. So one for underwear, one for socks and one for tee's you know, less ironing and folding, more time for fun."

"Ladybug can we just have Chat Noir for the next shots please."Ladybug nodded to the photographer, moving away from her partner and off the set. She stood to the side watching him do his thing, he was always an impressive display when it came to photoshoots. Professional, playful and damn right attractive.

"I understand where you're coming from but I don't think I want my best dresses screwed up and thrown in a bucket."

"Barrel!" He corrected her.

"Nope, Kitty, it's just a big bucket."

Chat moved flawlessly between poses as the photographer took shot after shot, oohing and awwing at each successful shot. Ladybug marvelled at how easy he found it, always seeming to know where his face would catch the light and what his best angle was. It was almost like he was a model.

"Ladybug, now you please?"

"How did you finish so quickly?" She asked, shock written all over her face. They swapped positions, exchanging a high five as they crossed paths.

He smiled smugly as he moved around spinning his baton; years of using his weapon and he was at the level of a sword wielding Ninja. Finally happy with his overdramatic display he collapsed the baton, placing it behind his back.

He watched as she moved in front of the camera; even after 10 years of dealing with this type of thing she still wasn't loose enough. The tension in her shoulders was evident to anyone within a 25 mile radius.

"Come on, LB. Relax a little."

"I'm trying, not all of us are camera friendly like you."

She shuffled from side to side, only to look nothing less than a life sized doll.

"Do you need me to tell you a joke?"

Her shoulders softened as she shook her head at her partner. "God, no! You told me to relax. Don't wind me up!"

"Very good," the photographer announced, checking back his display. He turned to Chat Noir. "Do it again." Chat wiggled his eyebrows at Ladybug, and she felt the stiff, stuffy feeling begin to leave her. He was right, she need to relax.

"See, I'm helping." Chat announced, bouncing on his feet like a hyperactive toddler.

She rolled her eyes as Chat continued to shout out puns and jokes, even managing to catch her out with, what he called, 'extra funny ones'.

"I think... that's a wrap." The photographer flicked through the photographs and his eyes sparkled with achievement. Obviously he was happy with what had been taken.

"You want to go get ice cream?" Chat Noir turned to Ladybug, "I could do with a female's perspective about something."

"Sure, kitty. I'm free for the rest of the morning, but will need to be home by about three."

"What? Are you Cinderella or something?"

"Or something, most certainly kitty." She chuckled, grabbing her yo-yo from her hip and throwing and catching it.

They made their way out of the building, before launching into the skyline and set off in search of André's ice cream stall. It didn't take too long to find the confectioner on the edge of the Seine.

"Awww my favourite heroes. Do you finally come searching for the sweetheart ice cream?" André was in his usual cheery mood, greeting the heroes with his usual open arms.

"Just individual's today, please, André." Ladybug explained, Chat moving closer and wrapping an arm around her waist.

"One day she'll succumb to my clawsomeness!" He said, causing them all to laugh.

André moved about his cart, putting together the same ice creams he'd been doing for them since they were 14.

"You do realise yours looks an awful lot like me." Chat Noir said, moving closer in towards Ladybug. "Blonde hair, green eyes, and chocolate chips add a slight edginess. Just like moi!"

"Get over yourself, kitty cat." She smirked, playfully digging him in the ribs.

"Fine, whatever. You'll come chasing me one day, and you'll be the one wanting all the kisses."

"I'm sure I will." She led them both over towards one of the free benches settled on the Pont des Arts bridge, waving and greeting people who passed them.

"So what are you doing this afternoon considering you can't be out too late? Will you turn into a pumpkin or something?"

"You're an idiot." She snorted, looking around the area to check no one's eavesdropping, it wouldn't be the first time someone had caught wind of their conversation and tried to sell it to the tabloids. "If you must know the 'guy' is coming round."

"Not 'the guy'," Chat gasped, leaning forwards so their heads were almost touching.

"And that's not all. He kissed me the other night and I'm quite sure if circumstances were different we might have done more." She let out a girlish giggle, taking her spoon and scraping the top off of the ice cream.

"Really?" He questioned, slight amusement in his voice.

"Yup. He's such a good kisser too."

"I'm sure he is, but do you want to give me one to compare to? I've been told I'm a good kisser." He puckered his lips moving them towards Ladybug, only for her hand to shoot up and catch him by the cheeks with her thumb and forefinger.

"Back off, Chaton."

He started to laugh, moving out of her personal space and into her own, biting off the whole top section and swallowing it.

"That's disgusting, you know."

"Superhero expertise," he winked. "So you and the dream guy?"

She shrugged nonchalantly, "Maybe. I want to, and I think he does too. I know more now and I understand better."

"And?"

"And it's made a difference. I suddenly don't feel as angry and bitter as I did in the past." She continued spooning her ice cream, whilst her eyes were focused on the Seine peacefully moving under the bridge, a tranquil effect that calmed her nerves and helped her see sense. "But then I think about you." She shrugged, not wanting him to look any deeper into the means.

"What about me?"

"I just -" she turned in her seat to face him. Trying her hardest to be more open. "What if I get with this guy and then we finally have all the Miraculous' back, reveal and I want to be with you instead. I just can't help but have a niggle of doubt in the back of my mind when it comes to the both of you. An itch that won't fuck off."

"Awww, that's M'Lady's colourful words. Welcome back."

"Piss off!"

"Why would I when you're such a delight?" They laughed together, relaxing in the ease that the two of them always had together.

Shoving the last of the ice cream in his mouth, Chat slung an arm around Ladybug's shoulder. Pulling her in towards him.

"I completely stole the spotlight there, Chaton. What was it you wanted to talk about?"

"Oh - um - no it's okay. I think I've just figured it out in my head."

"That's good, Kitty cat."

They sat in silence, watching the sun reflect down onto the river, the reflection blinding unsuspecting passers-by, each trying to protect themselves only for the effect to have already hit and imbedded in them ... and wasn't that just the truth.

"Do you ever think we get so caught up in the consequences, we don't live in the present? Almost as if we're always looking for destruction in our future?"

"All the time, kitty," she sighed, "all the time."

•••••

Adrien knocked on the 'Dupain-Cheng's' door with one hand as he held tightly onto a bottle of wine in the other. He was always told a good house guest comes with a gift, so here he was, contemplating drinking the whole damn thing to calm down his rapidly beating heart.

After his conversation with Ladybug that afternoon he'd come to a conclusion. A conclusion that he was going to tell Marinette as much as he could. She'd always thrown back the fact he was married so he prayed once she knew the truth about the advancements of his prenup and the divorce, she'd finally open the door and allow him in a little.

He couldn't stop thinking about her since the mistaken message during his last costume fitting. His body had reacted in ways he'd only seen in the movies, and he didn't mean his dick. Everything had been affected by Marinette. His eyes, his body, his brain, his heart. He was completely besotted with his old friend, and he wanted now, more than ever, to break down the walls between them.

One brick at a time.

A scream was heard as the door was rattled with a rather loud 'thadunk', followed by someone cursing on the other side of the door. There was only one person he knew that cursed like a sailor, and as the door opened there she was in all her pink and denim glory ... Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

"Before I laugh I'm going to ask if you're okay? So, Marinette, are you okay?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Yes, Adrien, I'm fine. Laugh away."

He couldn't help the chuckle that left him stepping through the doorway and pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

"I'm glad you're okay."

She shut the door behind him, trapping the electric current inside the narrow hallway, neither of them daring to move. He studied her face, looking for any hint she wanted him as much as he wanted her, and it was the sight of her licking her bottom lip that gave him the answer he wanted.

He took a hand to her face, cupping her chin and tracing a line with his thumb underneath her eye.

"You look beautiful," he said, pulling her head in towards him and getting reacquainted with her lips. He felt her melt into him and took that as a response to continue, advancing it a step further, he ran his tongue over the crease.

He heard a moan grumble from her throat. A clear indication of the desire Adrien was building inside her, and an overpowering need to make her do it again pulled him closer to her. Moving his body to become flush against hers. Her lips were soft against his, the gloss she wore slightly sticky and unique to the feeling. He couldn't help but wonder if his lips would shine perfect pink too.

Marinette's arms slid around his waist before moving up his back, touching him in the most affectionate way anyone had in years; the slow caress of her finger tips positioning itself firmly into his groin. Pulling him towards her, he felt her breasts squish into his body and her head tilt, her tongue suddenly being the bold one and moving to explore his mouth. He loved her taking control.

They broke away with two smaller kisses before going in once more. Tongues tangling and hearts healing - his was at least. She tasted as sweet as a fine wine; one he knew he could get drunk quickly from. One that could make him dizzy and lose all sense of sanity, an addicted taste he'd want more of, be it sips or deep swigs.

She seemed more skilled than he expected. She seemed to know exactly how to make him crave more and he wished he no longer had the bottle of wine in his hand wanting to hold her and touch her. His lips began to tingle from the pressure of her own, but even as he could feel the bruising sensation he didn't want it to spot. She was warm, and wet, and wonderful.

A cough was heard from above them; both breaking the kiss, wiping their lips, and turning their heads knowing full well they'd just been caught making out like teenagers.

"It's about time!" The voice said, Adrien feeling the heat from his own embarrassment mixing in with Marinette's, a furnace between their faces and heating up the hallway.

Sabine stood with her arms folded on top of the staircase, a smug smile on her face and a questioning look in her eyes. Unbelievably there was zero hint of surprise there. Marinette slid her hands off Adrien's back and moved away, Adrien using the hand which cupped Marinette's cheek to rub at the back of his neck. Not the first impression he wanted to make tonight. It wasn't on the agenda for Sabine to see him making out with their daughter in the hallway.

She laughed again. "Come on lovebirds, dinner's ready and Tom wants to finally kick Adrien's ass at Ultimate Mecha Strike. He's been practising hard for this rematch."

"For three Goddamn years." Marinette finally spoke, stepping forward and heading towards the staircase.

"He was quite sure this day would come," Sabine laughed, turning and heading back to the apartment.

Once out of earshot, Marinette turned to Adrien and smiled. "That was quite a hello." She held out a hand to him. An olive branch he wasn't going to miss out on. Slipping his larger hand under her much smaller one, he made his way to the bottom step.

"I hope I didn't over push my boundaries." He stated, suddenly worried he'd gone too far too fast.

"No, I think the boundary was just fine. I think there might be a little more distance-wise before you hit the line."

He raised one eyebrow, his eyes sparkling with mischief and his heart attempting to break free of his chest. "That's -" he coughed, "that's always good to know."

She pulled him up the stairs, his feet following her on autopilot as usual. He'd go anywhere with her.

Two hours and numerous wonton's later, it was clear Tom Dupain had a new mission in life. That mission was to destroy Adrien Agreste.

Unfortunately, with the spare time Adrien had on his hands, along with working for a gaming company, the old man was only holding on with the skin of his teeth; even after all the years of practising.

"How are you doing this?" Tom was exasperated, running his hands over his face as he lost, once again, to Adrien.

"Papa, have you forgotten Adrien owns a gaming company? I'm quite sure he and Max spend most of the day playing games." Marinette and Sabine walked into the lounge placing a tray of drinks on the table as Marinette prepared for the final match of the night.

Winner takes all! Marinette vs Adrien.

She settled next to him on the sofa as he leant forward to grab his glass of water at the same time as Marinette took her own personalised controller, and chose her usual Ladybug mech.

"I'll have you know, Ms. Dupain-Cheng, when at work it's strictly professional. The only time I play is when I'm at home." He placed the glass back down before picking the controller up once more. "It's time to have your ass kicked, MDC."

"It's time for you to power off, Mr AA Battery."

"As much as I don't want to admit it, that was really good." Adrien smiled fondly at Marinette, taken with the confidence she was displaying with him. He loved a confident Marinette, she was a little diamond in the rough, but of course her confidence was the one thing she needed to kick his ass ... and kick his ass she most certainly did.

Adrien stood from the sofa congratulating her on a well played game, as Tom and Sabine wished them both a good night. He was quite sure Sabine had dropped, a now red cheeked Marinette, a sly wink.

"Did you have to snow yeti? I mean - go yet?" She screwed her eyebrows together, no idea why she'd started stumbling over her words again.

Snow Yeti? What the fuck was that?

"I can go if you want me to? Or, I can stay?"

"Would you like to watch a movie or something? Perhaps we could see what's already on television? I know we've got an early flight but -"

"Sure," he smiled, stopping her from the impending rambling bubbling up in throat, "I'll be here as long as you want me."

•••••

Her heart was fluttering wildly in her chest, it had been since he'd arrived earlier and hit her with that wonderful, passionate kiss. Never in her 24 years of life had she been kissed like that.

After a few minutes of channel hopping, they had settled on 'The Hunger Games'. Marinette couldn't help the disappointment, even though the film was one of her top 10, it barely read 'date'. After they'd sat at a comfortable distance for half an hour, Marinette had gotten restless, taking a chance and snuggling in next to him, her head on his chest. Stretching around her shoulders, Adrien stroked her hair, her eyes fluttering closed with the relaxing feeling of the slight hair pull. Now this was more like it.

"You know, when I used to watch this I'd think of us?" His voice boomed in his chest, moving her head with the vibrations of each word spoken.

"You're going to need to explain that more. I have no idea what you're on about." His deep throaty laugh again sent her head bouncing up and down. It didn't matter how uncomfortable she got, there was no chance she was removing her head. She was snuggling with Adrien Agreste and he was embracing her whole heartedly.

"Obviously you were Katniss - strong, loyal, resourceful; I was Peeta,the guy that would do anything for you, then Luka was Gale, the close guy friend who you spent a lot of time with. You always seemed so much closer to him, so much friendlier, just ... you know ... until your birthday you had never really shown interest in me."

She sucked in a breath, holding it tightly in her chest. Finally the elephant was being addressed and he was the one who'd brought it up. Oh God, could she do this?

"M-m-my birthday? Why do you mention that?"

"Come on Marinette, we've been blatantly ignoring the subject and I don't want to anymore. I need you to know what happened after I left you and why I seemingly dropped off the face of the earth."

"I thought you said you couldn't tell me."

He sighed, leaning forward and balancing the weight of his arms on his thighs. His head dropped as he grasped onto the back of his head.

Marinette was torn between helping him and just leaving him there, running away to her room and hiding. The latter most likely due to the fact she was scared, no ... terrified of having this discussion. Things were good between them now. Yes, they were dancing around the subject like it was a poison Ivy bush, but it was because of that nobody was getting hurt.

He sat back up and took her hand in his, her eyes travelling between their joined limbs and his face willing and wanting him to start the conversation. If they were going to do this he needed to just whip off the bandaid.

"That night was the best night of my life, and I'm not just saying that because I want to sleep with you." He cringed at his own words, and she knew her eyes had just widened to take over half her face. What the fuck! .

"That was not how it was meant to come out." Using his spare hand, he rubbed the back of his neck. "Let me try again. I was falling head over heels for you without a safety net, Marinette, and when we had sex it just felt like such a connection, I never wanted it to end. I called a restaurant on the way home and booked us a meal for that evening. I even requested a bouquet of pink roses to be added to the setting and those ylang ylang scented candles you love so much -"

"I still do," she interrupted. Her voice thick with unshed tears. Everything he'd just admitted was so bittersweet it pained her to think what happened next.

The temptation to ask him to stop encroached her thoughts only to be pushed away. She needed to hear this. It wasn't a want by any means, but it was a must. If there was any way of moving on, it would only come after this.

His soft smile tugged at her heart, making the pain throb inside her.

"That's good to know, sweetheart."

The term of endearment spiralled her nerves out of control. Sweetheart, a word that could mean so little or so much.

"When I arrived home, I was on cloud nine. I think I literally danced into the mansion. But it was quickly taken from me when I was summoned into my fathers office. It was like I couldn't have just one moment of happiness without the asshole treading on it, smashing it down to nothing."

He ran his thumb over her knuckles, taking in a deep breath which she felt through their hands as he shuddered it out.

"He - he -"

"Adrien, you don't need to do this if you don't want to."

"It's not a want, Marinette, it's a need. He told me he had some sort of information on a friend of mine."

"Information?" Her eyebrows creased , what could that mean? But also who? She knew he still was close with Max and Nino, also Kagami and maybe a couple of others from their past like Juleka and Rose, but what would Gabriel know about them?

"Yeah, something personal, something they don't want to share with the world."

Her thoughts went to Kagami. Five years ago she'd just met Fei, and it was a huge deal. She thought her mother wouldn't support Kagami's life choice, however, as far as she was aware Tomoe Tsurugi had been supportive and encouraging of the relationship - accepting her honorary cousin with open arms. Was there more to it?

"He," Adrien coughed, taking Marinette's other hand and them both in closer to him and closing his eyes. "I would like to say he gave me an ultimatum but there was no choice. Lila had something big on my father, to a point all our lives will be destroyed. His, mine, Nathalie's, Gorilla's. So this 'nugget of information' about my friend, as Gabriel explained it, was his bartaning tool. But as I'd been pretty vocal about my dislike for Lila in the past, he knew me and her wouldn't be believable. Which is where Vivica, Lila's girlfriend, came into play. Lila wants Gabriel destroyed, and me by extension, I think Lila knew I'd be destroyed being torn away from you."

Marinette could feel her breathing becoming erratic, tears pinching in the corner of her eyes. He'd been through so much, and she'd never hated Gabriel Agreste more.

"So, what happened next?"

Adrien looked into her eyes, his showing the same water mist as she was sure coated hers.

"I get married or the information about my friend gets leaked to the wrong person."

"Who?" Marinette whispered out.

"I can't say, not yet anyway. But please I am begging you, believe me when I say I'm doing everything in my power to keep h - to keep my friend safe, even if it meant giving up on someone I wanted to be with more than anything."

Marinette watched as Adrien broke in front of her. "How long have you been holding onto this alone?"

"I hired Jess knowing that not only was she an incredibly skilled attorney but also someone I could tell what I needed to in trust. She's been a massive help, as have Aeon, Kagami and Fei."

The names just didn't seem to link together in her head. Yes, she knew they were all great people, some might say super, but why did he go to them and not his friends in Paris.

"Until my father loses his mind enough to pass power of attorney over to me, nothing is safe. His only evidence is in my possession, but Nathalie still has the legal rights to take it from me and to be honest I think she's involved in all this too."

She could feel his hands quivering under her own, but the look in his eyes told her he wasn't done yet. That there was still more to be told.

"Félix has been helping - unbelievably. He has his own agenda, wanting to get back at my father and burn the company to the ground, and as much as I don't trust the guy, I'm 100 percent certain for this to work I need to be in allegiance with him, for the moment anyway. He's also been fundamental in breaking my prenup."

Marinette saw Adrien's cheeks turn pink, and he looked down away from her eye line.

"How?"

"Vivica's been sleeping with him. At first we thought she got the two of us confused but there's now ... video evidence she knew he was Félix."

"Do I want to know about that?"

"Nope." A little laugh left Adrien's mouth, as he finally let go of her hands. He stretched out and placed one hand on her thigh and used the other to brush some of her hair off her face and behind her ear. "You must have hated me. I hated me and I know full well Alya did. I - um - I just ..." he sighed again. "I was selfish. If I couldn't have you I had to just cut you out of my life. I couldn't see you, or be near you if I couldn't have you. I didn't want to see you. I made the worst choice possible, I should have tried some way to keep in touch, without my father knowing. If only I was stronger, if only I -"

She couldn't stand to see him spiralling like this. Falling deep into a dark abyss of pent up self pity. This wasn't his fault, and her whole heart and body ached in hurt for this boy. This man who she loved.

"It's okay, you're protecting someone. That's such a big deal -"

"No it's not," his voice boomed. "I ignored you Marinette, I hadn't explained anything to you in three fucking years and then when I do see you again I flirt with you not knowing it's you. What type of moron am I?"

"Hey, stop! Adrien, look at me."

"I've got to go." He stood up abruptly, wiping under his eyes as he made his way into the kitchen. Rushing forwards she grabbed his wrist, pulling him back to her and cupping his cheeks she pushed up onto her toes and kissed him. She kissed him with everything she had. Breaking away only when she needed to breathe.

"You're not going anywhere."

Marinette wiped under his eyes gently. "You are strong and brave, and you've been putting up with all of that shit for years. You're amazing Adrien, and yes I did hate you. So, so much, but I just couldn't separate myself from you. I was engaged yet kept news alerts on my phone for your name. I can't help it, you're like a magnet to me. And, if it makes you feel any better, last time I met up with Luka he walked right past me. I've changed, I don't know how, or why it happened so late in my life, but it did. I don't blame you for that."

In one swift motion, Adrien placed one hand on her hip and the other in her hair, pulling her close as he kissed her. Warmth blossomed in Marinette's chest, sparks igniting as Adrien's lips brushed hers, tentatively. The smell of his cologne, of the soft, peachy scent of his conditioner, was dizzying, butterflies dancing in her stomach. But warmth consumed her as she leaned into the kiss, Adrien's lips impossibly soft against her own.

She broke away, looking into his eyes for any indication he wanted to escape finding nothing but lust. She took his hand, leading her up to her room and furthermore up to her bed. Neither spoke as they walked the first set of stairs hand in hand, or when he lowered the trapdoor, sectioning themselves away from the world. The silence continued as they climbed the ladder to her childhood bed, the electricity between them ready to spark into a fire at any given moment.

They sat on their knees staring at each other, the rise and fall of her chest full of obvious desire. The want and the need, to once more, be filled by Adrien Agreste.

A mutual agreement was struck as they both moved forward, lips against lips and the ferocious need to remove their clothing. Adrien's tee came first, shortly followed by his trousers and boxers, it seemed he was a lot more eager than she was, and that was a skill all on its own.

••••• SMUT •••••

Adrien couldn't get his head around what was happening. One minute he was explaining things to Marinette, before having an emotional breakdown and heading for the door. Next thing he knew he was kissing her like his life depended on it and now was lying as naked as the day he was born on her bed. He didn't know how the good luck had hit him so aggressively, but there was absolutely no chance in hell he was going to question it.

Marinette straddled over him, leaning forward and kissing his mouth, jaw line, chin, neck, his breath hitching in his throat as he realised she was moving her way down his body. His cock came to full attention at his Princess' ministrations, not wanting to miss a moment of this delicious play happening on her bed. She placed her lips gently against his pecs before licking over his nipples, the sensation causing a tightening pain within his stomach. He never knew his nipples were so sensitive.

She licked around one before moving to the other, flicking it lightly with her tongue before moving on down his stomach.

"These are fucking amazing," she said, as he watched her sit up, legs either side of him and tracing each section of his abs. The light movement of her finger caused his stomach to contract inwards, almost fusing with his backbone. "Ticklish are you?" She said with a giggle, "well, that's very good to know." She bent down again, kissing his firmly toned stomach, his mind racing at the sudden confidence this stuttering girl had. He'd always had a soft spot for stuttering Marinette, but right now, having her so controlling was every single one of his wet dreams, all she needed to do now was wear his super-suit and crack out a whip.

"Fuck, Marinette."

"Isn't that the plan?" She looked up at him from where she was crouched, battering her eyelashes like the innocent Angel she most certainly was not.

"If I had a condom, yes."

Marinette froze. Sitting up with a frown on her face. Oh dear Lord, he's just pissed off a horny woman. Pushing himself up a little, he rested on his forearms looking down to Marinette who was sitting just above his knees, her hands still settled on his abs. Her face looked thoughtful, but not angry.

"Fuck! I don't have any!"

"I think," he stretched one arm behind his neck, "I think maybe for Argentina we ... you know ..."

They both looked down at Adrien's ever growing hard on, knowing full well he didn't want this to end here.

"I don't think you're leaving yet, Agreste." She smiled, tracing her finger along his length.

He watched from his position on his elbows, as Marinette ducked down taking him into her mouth, a moan vibrated against him causing his stomach to tighten.

"Shit!" His head fell backwards, his eyes closing in ecstasy.

She looked up at him, removing her mouth and smiling. He watched, licking his lips as she pressed gentle kisses on and around him, her head suddenly moving back to where he needed her. One hand aimlessly searched for the back of her head, his fingers threading through her hair.

He had never been this turned on in his life.

"God, sweetheart, your mouth is so fucking good." His eyes opened. What the hell had he just said? Who the hell did he think he was, talking to her in that way?

She moaned, sending a secondary shockwave through to his core, making a groan leave his own mouth. "Marinette~" Okay, so maybe she liked a little bit of spicy talking?

He fisted her ponytail in his hand, using it to guide her, the tightening in his stomach starting to coil tighter than a spring.

"Stop!" He commanded, yanking her head off him with a rather loud pop.

He waited for her to grasp her barings before leaping forward and taking her mouth with his, his eyes closing and hands fumbling to get a hold of her top. He moved his lips to her neck, taking in her sweet smell as he kissed and licked down to her collar bone, his erection pride of place between them.

Pulling away he removed her top, throwing it down on the floor of her bedroom before moving his hands to her bra.

"Your breasts are amazing," he said. Before reaching down with his mouth and taking each pert rosy peak in his mouth. Caressing them one at a time and allowing his hand to roam and cup the other. He didn't want either to feel left out.

"Adrien, whatever you want to do please do it, or I'm going to cum from this."

A low growl left his throat as he unlatched his lips and moved down her stomach, stopping at her jeans.

"Take them off." He demanded, pulling at the waistband.

Marinette scrambled around, removing both her jeans and panties in one swift movement, leaving her naked body for him to examine. He swore this woman was a thousand times more beautiful than Aphrodite.

Moving forward to kiss her again, he grabbed hold of her ass, picking her up and placing her on the bed, laying them both sideways. He moved them around to rest top to tail.

"This is the best idea you've ever had," she said. Taking him back into her mouth.

"Marinette, fuck!"

She continued moving her head as she cupped him, squeezing firmly but gently. If he wasn't quick he was going to finish before he even started teasing her. Grabbing hold of her leg, he encouraged her to bend her knee and place a foot flat on the bed. She was open to him and he couldn't resist.

She pulled him in more than any siren could. His tongue enjoying the adventure around her most sensitive area, wanting her to enjoy the moment as much as he was. Unbelievably, concentrating on her pleasure whilst receiving his own wasn't as hard as he'd expected, enjoying the close proximity they both had with each other.

"Adrien~" His name left her mouth in a muffled sound, taking him one more step towards euphoria.

He grabbed hold of her ass, trying to make sure his movements were the same speed as hers, imitating what it would be like if they were together. She groaned again, a strengthening in the pit of his stomach.

"I'm gonna -." She emptied her mouth of him, and already he was feeling cold and lost. "Fuck, Adrien, please, more~"

She grabbed hold of his head, encouraging him to get her there. He tried to hold her hips still, but she was too strong, grinding harder and harder against him. He was beginning to gasp for air, needing her to relax a little so he didn't suffocate.

Moving his own hand to her head, he controlled her movements wanting to tip them both over the edge.

"Marinette~"

"Adrien~"

They both continued their fight for control, begging as the other took everything they were giving them. Building the pleasure higher and higher until there was room for no more. They exploded together, praise and words of endearments leaving each other's mouths as they finished what they'd started.

Finally they separated, lying on their backs and looking up and out of her skylight.

They were both well and truly fucked.