ADRIEN'S SECRET HOOK UP

SPOTTED: ADRIEN AGRESTE
Adrien Agreste, 24, has recently been spotted doing what us at 'Mode Mania' think is the walk of shame.

Adrien Agreste was spotted out and about on the streets of Paris at around 3am this morning in his previous day's clothing. Where this could be a simple early morning stroll for the model turned actor, his tousled hair tells us a different story. Was Adrien out partying in his casual clothing and trainers? Or is Adrien hiding a little secret?

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•••••

"What do you think?" Ladybug chewed where her thumb nail would be under her glove, as she paced the abandoned rooftop waiting for Jess' answer.

"I don't know, LB, this is pretty ironclad. I'm afraid even I can't see a way of breaking this for you."

Jess, suited up as Eagle, had been studying Marinette's contract for over an hour. Daylight was just breaking as the fellow superhero went through it with a fine toothed comb, asking Marinette as many questions as possible, without asking for a name. It was four in the morning and Marinette was tired, very tired, all thanks to an overly due orgasm the previous night caused by Adrien Agreste. She hadn't expected it to happen, nor had she planned for it, but watching him opening up to her and being so vulnerable made her want to show him that she felt the same way.

It wasn't until the intense pleasure had subsided and she was staring out of the skylight she realised how fucked she was in this situation. Not only had she now been part of a full trap plus more, she had taken without giving anything back. Which is why she was here now, at four o'clock in the morning trying to see if telling Adrien was a possibility, and from looking at Jess' face it most certainly was not.

She slammed her back against a chimney, her head rebounding off it in the movement. "So you're telling me I'm stuck?"

"I'm afraid so. If you told the person this is regarding you'll most likely be jailed, if you try to pull out of the contract you're looking at over a million euros in fines. I would say you could try and keep it between the two of you, but would you really want to take that risk?"

"Oh, fuck!" Ladybug crossed an arm over her waist, and took the other hand to her forehead, rubbing over the crease lines between her eyebrows. She placed her foot up against the bricks attempting to balance herself as Jess delivered the bad news. She didn't know what she was expecting ... actually no! She knew exactly what she was expecting.

Adrien had fawned over Jess as an attorney and from what Marinette had learned herself over the years, she was one of the most sought after in the state of New York. She was praying that Jess would work her magic and find a loophole, or any way that she could talk to Adrien about the trap, but it seems Vivica (or Lila) were one step ahead; the deal was ironclad

"I'm sorry, Ladybug, there's nothing I, or anyone else can do."

"Shit!" Pushing off the chimney, she kicked a rock over to the far end of the rooftop unaware of the force she'd put into it. She watched in shock as someone's beautiful trellis was smashed to smithereens upon the force of impact. "Fuck!"

"You should talk to someone about this swearing LB, seriously it's horrendous."

"Just think of it as a clear indication it's me and not a fake! Lucky charm." She flung her yo-yo into the air, her mind focusing on wanting to fix the miniature garden on the rooftop.

A watering can dropped down into her hands before she sent it back into the air calling 'Miraculous Ladybug'. Thank God for these new expanded powers.

"Has that happened before? Someone impersonating you?" Jess asked, only to be met by a rather loud, and, dare she say, quite terrifying cackle.

"More than you'd think."

The girls watched as the ladybugs worked their magic, the flowers and wooden supports forming back into the work of art it had been before Ladybug had smashed it. It seemed after therapy for severe anxiety she may need to go to anger management.

"So if we know it's you from your fucking awful language how do we know Chat's our kitty?"

"My Kitty," Ladybug corrected, going to check out the vines wrapping up the tellis.

Jess scoffed. "Possessive much." Ladybug shrugged in response, a sly smile taking over her lips.

"Maybe slightly, but he is mine."

"Sure. But how do you know it's him? And don't say puns or jokes because everyone knows that about him and could easily copy."

"You're right. That's why we have a very very secret code."

"And that is?"

Ladybug tutted, moving back over towards Jess and looking her fellow hero in the eye. "If I told you, I'd have to kill you." She walked over and took the contract out of Jess' hands. "Thank you for looking this over."

"You're welcome. I wish I could have been more help in the situation, but you're well and truly fucked."

"That I am." She skimmed her finger over where her signature lay, regretting every single moment of it. She shouldn't have accepted it. Revenge and money getting in the way of clear thoughts, money which now just felt dirty. She waved off Jess before dropping down into an alleyway and de-transforming.

"Are you okay Marinette?" Tikki, her loyal companion, came to hover near Marinette's face.

"You want me to say it don't you?" Marinette huffed, pulling a macaron from her bag and tossing it to her kwami.

"Say what?" As innocent as Tikki looked at the moment, Marinette was quite sure the kwami had just grown a pair of horns. She was red already. The perfect companion for the devil.

"Fine, you were right, have been right for the past three years. I shouldn't have waited so long to talk to Adrien."

"Thank you," the small God grinned, "but just think of it this way, three years ago you wouldn't have done what you did last night. Which by the way, I didn't know you had it in you."

Marinette laughed as they moved towards the exit of the alleyway. "Not going to lie Tikki, neither did I. I just ... I don't know... it was like something feral had come over me and I needed him. All of him. It was strange."

"Something definitely cum over you."

Marinette stopped in shock. "Did - did you just pun?"

"Me?" questioned Tikki, "of course not! Purrlease."

"No more spending time with Plagg, I can only cope with one person punning, I don't need a second." Tikki giggled and flew down into Marinette's bag, hiding away from the outside world as they made their way down the street and back to reality.

So what had Marinette learned so far this morning? One, it's easy to sneak a guy out the house in the early hours because her fathers snoring could cover the sound of a building site; two, sneaking hot, steamy, secretive kisses with Adrien was a new favourite pastime. Three; she was stuck in the contract and had to continue lying to Adrien even though she now felt like the biggest bitch on the planet. Four; she needed to make sure her and Chat Noir went over their secret greetings in case they needed to use them at any point in the future. Five; Tikki was right and punned, her kwami fucking punned.

Right, now that was in order she was onto her next job on the to-do list: buy a multipack of condoms, because there was no way she was going all the way to Argentina without sleeping with Adrien. They had started, so what was the point of stopping now. It's not like she could trap him a second time, once it had happened, it happened. She couldn't reverse time.

Time.

Maybe she could do something about it. No, that was a stupid idea.

Making her way to a 24 hour convenience store, she entered and headed straight for the toiletry section, stopping at the many different types of condom. With Dominic she'd always used the textured ones after realising he couldn't get her to orgasm without the additional help. God, what had she ever seen in that guy. Turning her attention back to the shelves she looked at the different brands and different sizes/thickness. Thin would be good, at least until they could get tested and then go without any protection.

Adrien without protection. Adrien inside her. Tiny little Adrien babies. It all sounded so good. She needed to bring herself back down to reality. He hadn't expressed this getting serious, but neither had she. Maybe she was making this more than she thought? No, everything indicated he was into this as much as she was, and the thrill of that was intense.

"To use those you have to actively be having sex. There's an expiry date on them, you know."

She recognised that voice. Oh, she was done for.

"Alya, hey! What are you doing up so early?" The only positive Marinette could think of at the moment was that Alya had caught her and not Vivica, or, even worse, her Maman.

"I understand you don't want to get like me, but last I checked you weren't shagging anyone, so spill." Marinette shushed her friend, grabbing hold of Alya's arm and taking her to a quiet corner in the store.

"Marinette," Alya hissed, "there's like four people in here, including us and two shop workers."

"I don't want to take the chance." She released Tikki from her bag, the kwami knowing exactly what Marinette wanted her to do. Flying away she messed with the camera's, a little poof of smoke coming from the one directly facing them.

"Opps," the little God said, as she made her way back into Marinette's bag.

"We'll sort that out later," Marinette said, shrugging off the short circuiting issue like it was no problem at all.

"Oh my God!" Alya's eyes suddenly grew, obviously piecing the parts of the puzzle together. "You're fucking, Adrien fucking Agreste! I don't know whether to be proud of you or smack you for being so fucking stupid."

"We're not fucking ... yet!"

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng, what the fuck did you do?"

Marinette's face turned a shade of red it hadn't in years. The shade, also known as 'The Adrien Shade of Red.' "Stuff, we did ... stuff!"

"Stuff?" Alya scoffed. "What are you? 16?"

"Yes stuff, now why are you out at this time in the morning?" Marinette asked seriously. Alya didn't have her miraculous anymore, she shouldn't be wandering around at this time in the morning ... alone.

"I was hungry. I've started to get cravings."

"Already?" Marinette asked in surprise.

"Yes really. It seems the baby wants to eat it's momma's weight in noodles."

"Noodles? That's different."

"Oh it is, especially when I need to cover them in-" she pulled a jar from behind her back, a ta-dar sounding with it. "Nutella! I'm going to look like a blimp when they arrive."

Marinette couldn't help but laugh, quickly coughing to cover it up. "Sorry, I should have laughed."

"No you shouldn't, but I'll let you off because you gave Adrien a blowjob last night."

Marinette's face turned a shade of red it hadn't in years, mentally battling with herself to make sure she didn't place her hands over her cheeks and draw attention to the now vibrant colour.

"Oh my God! You actually did."

Damn it!

"I don't blow and tell."

"Which means yes! And did he -" Alya wiggled her eyebrows, Marinette finally caving in and slamming her hands to her face with a groan.

"Fine, if you must know he did and it was fucking amazing."

Alya shot forward, wrapping Marinette up in a tight hug. "I'm so proud of you girl."

"Yeah, well, the jury's still out on the whole thing. I just hope I haven't made a big mistake with this. I had a lawyer look over the contracts and believe me, I'm screwed anyway."

Alya sighed and Marinette knew full well she understood, after all Alya had had to sign a contract of her own and she was a smart girl; she'd have read and probably highlighted every important part. She slung an arm over Marinette's shoulders leading her back to the aisle and slamming a box of large thin-feel latex condoms into her chest.

"Well, let's look at the only positive there is. At least you're actually getting screwed, and not by a psycho who liked to tie you to the bed. I mean, if it was Adrien doing it I would support the kink, but Dominic ..." walking alongside Marinette to the counter, Alya dramatically shivered.

"Yeah, I get that." Marinette laughed, placing her purchase on the counter and grabbing her card. Alya came up behind her, hands full of pretzels and slammed them on the conveyor belt. "Cravings?"

"Big ones."

Marinette helped Alya pack her tote as she paid for her many, many snacks. Before heading out the store with her friend.

"Do you want Trixx back while I'm away?" They began to walk down the street, heading towards the bakery.

"Would you mind? I know he needs to rest but there's something comforting having him around."

"Sure. I mean, I would leave you Tikki, but with the Siren feather missing I'd prefer to keep her with me, I hope you understand."

"Of course." Alya laughed, "Marinette you're the guardian, whatever you think is best will be. We all trust you, and believe in the decisions you make, and now you're playing freely with Adrien you won't have any distractions."

"I don't know whether to hit you or hug you after that comment."

"Hug me, I'm pregnant and highly hormonal."

Laughing Marinette stepped forward and wrapped her friend in a tight embrace. This girl had been there through thick and thin with her, and now Marinette wanted to be there for her too.

"So I was thinking," she said as she pulled away from her friend, leading her through the back entrance of the bakery and up towards the apartment, in search of the Miracle box. "When I started this trap I promised us a vacation, and I truly believe we're going to need it. So as long as I don't get sued to within an inch of my life, we're going on a babymoon."

"A babymoon?"

"Yes, our last adventure before our fabulous twosome becomes a threesome."

"Where are we going then Miss Ladybug?"

"I will leave the choice to you. No expense spared though."

The two continued chatting as they make their way to Marinette's room, the hero taking the Miracle Box from its new position and removing the fox amulet.

"Promise me you'll wait until I'm back to tell Nino. I want to be here to support you, but just in case anything does happen I'll have Kaalki with me."

Alya took the necklace from Marinette's hands, and fixed it around her neck.

"I'll be fine Marinette, you're being over precautious again."

"You know I have to be. Also I believe towards the end of next week Kagami will be in town. If you need her, drop her a message and she'll be here."

"Does she know?" Alya asked, making her way back towards the trapdoor.

"No, but if you need to tell anyone, I trust her with my life."

Alya nodded, placing a quick kiss on Marinette's cheek and lifted the trapdoor.

"Take care of yourself, LB."

And with that she was gone. Now all Marinette needed to do was double check her passport and prepare to catch her flight.

Argentina, here she comes.

•••••

'Welcome aboard flight LH 915 direct flight from Frankfurt Airport to Foz do Iguaçu International Airport, Brazil. Our trip today is looking at just over 11 hours, and we will be cruising at around 36, 000 feet. Once we are airborne we will be turning off the cabin lights for the duration of our night flight. We hope you enjoy your flight with Lufthansa Airlines.'

Marinette looked at her watch and frowned. They were due to taxi onto the runway in the next fifteen minutes however, it seemed there were still many people to come onboard. She was currently sitting in premium economy marvelling at the leg room she had. She'd never been so lucky before.

Adrien's flight was due to take off in an hour's time from Heathrow Airport in London, whilst she left from Germany, meaning they'd be arriving and catching transportation to the hotel together, and God was she excited to see him.

After the intense oral session the previous night Adrien had been extremely vocal (as vocal as text could be) about how he felt, much to a relief of her earlier thinking.

The messages he'd sent her were the most romantic and raunchy she'd ever had and she knew for a fact he'd meant everything he'd said last night, however, she still couldn't get out of her head who he might have been talking about. Once or twice, the thought even crossed her mind that he had been protecting her. He was so fiercely loyal and caring, she wouldn't put it past him, which only opened another hundred can of worms. The main one being Vivica.

She hadn't heard off Peyton in a while. The only correspondence was a hand delivered letter from her secretary Melissa informing Marinette of her impending firing. She had planned to catch up with Chat Noir and inform him of this new news, unfortunately, he was out of the city for the next couple of weeks, meaning the electronic cat was once again in use, but also meaning Chat Noir didn't know she was away too.

Picking up the inflight magazine, she noticed, once again, that herself and her partner had made the front cover.

'Paris' heroes tell all'

Marinette scoffed, causing the older man beside her to give her a funny look. She smiled sweetly at him before turning the pages and looking for the article.

They rarely had any these days. Mainly sticking with Alya and Nadja, so she was quite certain their PR representative had sent in their generic interview responses.

Are you a couple? No

Would you date each other? We're best friends and will always be there for each other.

Who has been your favourite villian? Ladybug - Psycomedian; Chat Noir - Glaciator or Evilliustrator

What do you think has happened to Hawk Moth? We're lucky at the moment as Paris is safe from attack, but remember if anything were to happen we will always be around to save the day.

Marinette continued reading, giggles and huffs leaving her mouth and causing Mr. Moody next to her to glare a few more times. She once again smiled and then continued on with her reading.

Chat Noir's Favourite Paris Food Spots

It shouldn't surprise her really. All that cat did was pun and eat. She was quite sure he was one chin scratch away from being a real cat, and wouldn't he be a pretty one too.

She began to read through as Chat had mentioned some extremely upper class restaurants all around the center of Paris, he was obviously knee deep in money to afford some of these places (her beautiful necklace a prime example of the kitty's fortune), however, she finally reached his number one recommended food spot and covered her mouth.

Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie

'As a civilian, I have my own favourite go to places and I must say nothing beats a freshly baked croissant from the Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie. I have been a loyal customer for the past 10 years and there is nowhere else I'd go to get my fill of sweet treats.

Not only is Tom magic in the kitchen, but Sabine's charm is also a winning factor, she is kind and caring, and always makes sure you go away happy and ready to fill the hole in your belly. Their daughter also works there from time to time, and if you thought the croquettes were award winning you've obviously never seen her smile.

Her heart skipped a beat as she read the end. Did Chat actually feel about her civilian self this way? Had she made a huge mistake going after Adrien? Her face suddenly heated up, and she felt like she was going to faint. This was huge. It was one thing Chat saying nice things about her as Ladybug, but to hear it from him about Marinette? That was unbelievable.

"Miss Dupain-Cheng?"

Marinette's head shot up to the direction of her name being called, only to come face to face with a very attractive air stewardess. She went to talk, but it seemed she'd lost the capability to do such a thing, instead opening and closing her mouth like a guppy as she looked at the lady in front of her.

"Seat 32? Marinette Dupain-Cheng?" Still unable to answer, or even breathe properly, Marinette nodded her head at least signalling some sort of brain functionality going on.

"You've been upgraded to first class, my dear, please come with me."

"I - um - I don't think y-y-you have the right p-p-person. I haven't r-requested anything." Marinette stammered out, looking at the man next to her as if he had the answers. She was quite sure he did, and the answer was 'please go and leave me be!'

"I did."

The voice shook Marinette, and she didn't know whether to feel happy or worried. She turned her eye line back to the stewardess just in time to see Christopher Henley standing behind her in all his overly handsome, A-list glory. Chatter started sounding around them as the other travellers clocked who exactly was standing besides Marinette.

"Oh, um, Christopher, hi! It's nice to see you."

"Grab your bag, Marinette, you've pulled." He dropped her a wink, before turning around and strutting away.

The chatter around her seemed to grow in intensity, many people wondering who the hell this girl was and why Christopher 'Hugo Boss' Henley had come to claim as a seat mate. Not quite sure what to do, Marinette sprung to her feet, grabbed her backpack and followed the stewardess out into the aisle, the man she left behind letting out a string of German words she was quite sure meant 'thank the fuck for that.'

Marinette continued following Christopher and the stewardess until she came face to face with a reclining luxury first class seat.

"Sit down Marinette, an 11 hour flight wouldn't be fun to stand up for."

Nodding like an over excited toddler, Marinette clambered into the seat, shoving her bag underneath the one in front.

"Champagne or orange juice?" Marinette turned her head, only to be met with the friendly stewardess once more.

"Oh, um, orange juice please."

A napkin was placed on the table between herself and Christopher before the fresh orange juice was sat upon it.

"Have a lovely flight. Just press the call button if you need anything."

Marinette nodded, turning her attention back to her fellow passenger. "Why am I here?" She asked quizzically.

Christopher's smile almost blinded her. He was either slightly more tanned than when she last saw him, or he'd been for a whitening session. Either way she thought she was about to be blinded.

"It's quite simple, Mari," he placed his phone on the table between them and looked into Marinette's eyes. "I know something's happening with you and Adrien, anyone who doesn't must be blind, but I also know Vivica."

Her blood turned ice cold, her body freezing in the seat. She could feel the build up of tears forming behind her eyes, the inevitable crash of good turning to bad.

"You know Vivica," she sniffed, a betraying tear attempting to leave her eye.

"I do, and I know she's a grade A bitch who doesn't deserve Adrien. The guy is literally a saint."

"He is." Marinette replied, looking down at the news article currently displayed on his phone.

Adrien's Secret Hook Up

"I know that's your parents' bakery, so therefore he was leaving you early hours this morning and from what I know of you Marinette, I like you. So Miss Dupain-Cheng, I have a proposition to get Vivica off your back and allow you to freely be with Adrien. What do you say?"

Another proposition, Marinette thought, as if the one from Luka wasn't enough. She looked at Christopher before looking back at the phone. Did she trust him enough to help? Was it worth letting someone else in on their sordid little secret, one that they didn't know all that well what it was yet.

Marinette sighed. This was getting way too complicated, way too quickly.

"You know," Christopher spoke again, Marinette turning her attention back to him. He bent forward to whisper into her ear. "That woman sitting over there would look so much better without the perm and last year's Gabriel three inch platform pumps. She's more of a stiletto woman."

Marinette turned her head to the woman and her breath hitched in her throat. She quickly looked back to Christopher, who had one eyebrow raised and a smile stretching his lips.

"So, Mari, what do you say?"

She looked once more towards the woman and turned back, head nodding with confidence she didn't know she possessed.

"What do you need?"

•••••

Adrien's flight had landed exactly one hour and twenty four minutes after Marinette's and as soon as the seatbelt sign was turned off, he leaped from his seat and grabbed his backpack. No one was going to get in his way, he had a woman to see and he needed to see her now.

As soon as they were cleared to disembark, Adrien raced out towards customs, reaching for his passport and visa from his back pocket as he moved, making sure he kept an eye out for Marinette anywhere. He had made sure their transport to the hotel was a joint vehicle, telling the travel assistant he needed his stylist with him; he didn't care how up his own arse he sounded, Marinette was going to be in the same vehicle as him.

As he speedily walked towards the desks, his bag slapped against his thigh from where it was slung across his body reminiscent of his teenage years, strolling at speed to greet his friends and spend time with them. This time though it was even more special. He made it through customs with ease, his PA in charge of his suitcase therefore leaving him free to exit the building and head straight for his driver.

A chill in the air hit him as the automatic doors opened to a fresh morning of Argentina, and his heart began to race. He looked up and down the sidewalk, looking for any hint of her telltale raven hair, finally spotting it besides a black Mercedes' and another male with brown hair, hair perfectly styled and familiar. The hair of Christopher Henley.

Clutching hold of his bag strap, he marched towards the two of them plastering on a strained greeting; even the over enthusiastic smile of Marinette couldn't settle his nerves. A nagging feeling hit him and even though they'd gotten very well acquainted last night, there was still nothing official there, nothing to make sure she was his and him hers.

Marinette stepped towards him and pulled him into a hug. Her lips brushed his earlobe as her hot breath sent him straight back to the hard gasps of air she'd taken last night.

"Trust me."

The words were said to him in such a factual way all he could do was nod, before following Marinette as she slid into the back of the incredibly expensive car.

Adrien placed the bag between his legs and looked between Marinette and Christopher, the question obvious in his eyes.

"He's going to help us." Marinette said and Adrien couldn't help but frown. Help what exactly?

"Help us?" He queried, Marinette nodding with so much enthusiasm he thought her head was going to fall off.

"Yes, so Vivica won't find out, especially after the articles on 'Mode Mania' this morning." Now that peaked his attention. He'd seen the articles, and prayed nobody had pieced Marinette to the area. Wanting nothing more than people thinking it was just an early morning walk.

"I'm listening."

Adrien watched as Marinette and Christopher exchanged looks, Christopher being the next to speak up.

"I'm going to date Marinette, publicly speaking."

"What!" Adrien's voice was harsh, the anger laced through like never before.

"We're dating." Christopher said, nonchalantly with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

"And I'm meant to be happy about this?" He glared past Marinette at his 'love rival'.

"Keep your pants on Agreste, if I was aiming to get into any it would be yours."

"Leave her al-" he stopped mid speech, everything clicking together slowly but surely. "Your gay?"

"Yep," Christopher said, "and as my publicists refuse to let me come out until after 'Legal Blue' I could do with a fake girlfriend, much to my boyfriend's dislike."

"So, you want to fake date Mari?"

"Yes."

Adrien turned to Marinette, raising his eyebrow. "And you're okay with this?"

"If it means I can be with you and Vivica never needs to know, then yes."

Adrien considered the options. This would actually work in his favour, but even though Christopher didn't like Marinette that way the envious feeling still overtook him. He exhaled loudly through his nose.

"Ok." He said, Christopher's face showing relief over his usual masculine bravado.

"Thanks Agreste, I really owe you one." He held out a hand for Adrien to shake, the blond model accepting it cautiously.

He had no idea if he'd just made a deal with a saint or a sinner?

•••••

The attendant dropped the cases in Adrien's room at the Gran Melia Hotel, Iguazu, the only hotel in the park on the Argentine side. The attendant had escorted him to the Royal Suite; a suite with wonderful floor to ceiling windows and tremendous views of the waterfall. The Royal Suite had two floors, and its own private swimming pool, and all Adrien wanted to do was text Marinette to come up asap. He fumbled in his bag firstly for a tip for the attendant and then for a condom to place strategically in the back pocket of his shorts. He didn't care how tired he felt, he needed to be with Marinette.

She arrived at his room a mere ten minutes later, the attendant finally leaving after showing Adrien everything from the private pool to how to use the toilet. The latter really was not needed. Marinette crossed paths with the attendant, Adrien asking for a mix of cheese and biscuits, and sweet treats to be brought to his room in an hour, leaving them enough time to get acquainted again in a non platonic way.

As soon as the attendant had closed the door to his room, Adrien couldn't hold back anymore. Stepping forward, he took Marinette's face between his hands, kissing her with every ounce of pent up desires he'd been feeling since the previous night. He knew they were both likely to be jet lagged and broken later in the day but right now all he could think about was how if he didn't kiss this woman, right here right now he would die. She was his life line, and her kisses were oxygen. He pulled away, disconnecting their lips to a small groan from Marinette's mouth, the soft inviting sound to do it again sending blood straight down and into his pants.

"Why did you stop?" She asked, she was gripping onto his tee so hard he could see the white shine taking over her knuckles.

"I need you to make the choice." He lifted his hands over hers, pulling them away from his shirt. "I wanted our first time back together sweet and passionate, but if I take you to my bed now I can't guarantee that's how it'll be." He looked into her eyes, watching as the blue of her iris slowly disintegrated and become black... a 'come fuck me black' and he'd never wanted a 'yes' from anyone more, including his need to go to school. The time she spent thinking felt like a lifetime, and he was sure if she didn't answer soon he was going to lose it and take her right there against the door.

Marinette slowly moved away from him, prying her hands from his yet keeping eye contact at a purely lustful level. Adrien couldn't blink, scared of ruining the moment, as he watched her remove the bag from her back, followed by her shirt, shoes, socks and jeans. He could feel his male possessiveness increase as he let out an exhale of control. He was trying to follow her lead, but he wanted to be in control, and from the way she stood in front of him in the most beautiful lingerie set he'd ever seen, she wanted him in control too.

Reaching out again, he placed his hands on her waist and pulled her tightly into his body, grinding his lower half against her. He lowered his lips to her ear, giving her lobe a quick flick with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. Another sweet delicate moan leaving his lover's lips.

"Is that a yes? Because standing there and looking like a feast isn't helping my predickament."

"Did you just pun, Mr Agreste?"

He trailed his tongue up her ear, before taking his voice a couple octaves dipper. "Fuck yeah, I did."

She groaned, dropping her head back and exposing her neck to him. Taking the opportunity, his lips kissed over her pulse point, sucking it gently without leaving a mark, before he kissed over her collar bone. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her hands shot to grab his head, and her hips ground down against his shorts, searching for friction and only adding to his own arousal. Fuck, he loved making her so needy.

Licking up the underside of her neck, he reached her chin and pressed a delicate kiss there before knotting her hair in his hand and tilting her head, connecting his lips to hers. The tightening in his belly began to ache, the need to connect himself on a deeper level with Marinette in the forefront in his mind. He needed her more than he needed water.

Her own mouth began to feast on him erratically, wetting his lips and begging to be let in. He held the key and he would only hand it over when he was prepared to do so, not a second more.

As Marinette continued to try and get more of Adrien, her hips became frantic, he placed his second hand on her lower back, stroking it down and over her bare rear. He broke the kiss causing her to moan again, and took his head to the side kissing down between her collar bones as he looked sideways into the full length mirror next to him. She was wearing a black lace thong and all he could think about was making her beg for it to be removed. She'd already done most of her clothing, there wasn't a chance in hell he'd let her take these off; these were his.

"Adrien, kiss me." She said, another hefty groan leaving her mouth.

He moved his head away, smirking at her as he did so. "I think you forgot to say something." His hand, currently positioned on her ass, gripped harder, his nails digging into her bare flesh. She felt incredible, and a quick look in the full-length mirror, sitting beside the hotel room door, told him she looked it too.

"Fuck, Adrien, please. I'm all yours. Do what you want."

"That's a good girl." The desperation and neediness in her voice made him want to absorb his cat tendencies and pounce, pin her to the floor and breed her. But he wasn't a cat. He was a human and he wanted to make sure she felt as good as he did, no pouncing and no claiming.

Spinning them around, her back to his chest, he positioned them in front of the mirror, his hands on her hips. She moved her head to one side, allowing him to kiss and caress her neck yet keep eye contact with her in the mirror's reflection.

"You have the most beautiful body." He groaned, her ass digging into his painful erection.

"I bet you say that to all the girl's." She laughed, taking hold of his hands with hers and guiding them along her body. One to on top of her bra, as the other rested above the waistband of her thong. He groaned in her ear, feeling the effect on the hairs now standing up on her arms and her ass once more pressing against him. He loved having her in this position.

••••• SMUT •••••

Guiding his hands, she moved him over her breast, throwing her head back onto his shoulder as she encouraged him to caress and feel over the bra.

"This needs to go," he said, looking at her once more in the mirror. "Take it off." He demanded. Marinette nodded, moving her hands around the back of her torso and unclasping her black strapless bra. His eyes kept hold of hers until her breasts were free, his mouth salivating at the idea of him having them in his mouth. Licking and biting. He was starting to think his dick was going to rip through the shorts he was wearing. The fella up to its full, painful size.

His hand returned to her breast, as the other began to rub over her thonged heat. She was shivering in his arms and he worried he'd pushed her too far.

"Do you want to stop?"

She shook her head violently against him, "No! Don't! You need... Please." He couldn't help smiling at the jumble of her words. He adored Marinette's rambling, once he'd found out the reason why, there was a sort of power over him, wanting her to stumble just so he knew she still felt that way for him. A way, right now that was fuelled by desire.

"As you wish," a word hung on his tongue, him biting down hard on her neck to keep it from spilling and his hand moving under her waistband, coating himself in her wet arousal.

His fingers wandered lower, taking each of her hitched breaths as positive reinforcement to carry on. His confidence grew each time she spoke his name in a deep and throaty moan. He never knew his mundane name could sound so exotic.

Adrien wanted to take her as close as he could. He knew once they started the main event he'd draw it to a close pretty quickly. He hadn't had sex in three years and only even been with two women. Tonight wasn't going to be the declaration of love he wanted to make, more a quick fix until he could and would worship her the way she deserved.

"I'm close," she turned her head, her blue eyes fixing into his, her lips finding the underneath of his jaw. An area he didn't know could have such an effect.

Spinning her around one again, he pulled her into his chest, taking and dominating over her lips. The feeling of her bare breasts against his body inspired his movements, flicking his tongue into her mouth. He felt like he was 21 again, about to embark on his biggest mission since being Chat Noir, only this time nobody was taking it away from him. No evil father or monstrous villains, it was their time finally.

Moving his hands under her thighs, he hoisted her onto his hips and carried her in the direction of the bedroom, his mouth retaining attachment to hers as her hands grasped and pulled his hair, the slight pain turning him on more.

He made his way through the living area to the stairs which led to the bedrooms. The romantic view of the Iguazu waterfalls becomes the backdrop of their passionate love making. He would make time for another romantic endeavour out on the balcony, one where he would love and devote himself to Marinette. They were only here for two weeks; and with his work schedule surprisingly light he was going to make the most of it.

Finally making it to the bedroom with ease, he lowered her off him and down onto the bed, watching as her breath rose and fell and her legs rubbed together. He wanted to get back to her quickly. Reaching into his back pocket, Adrien grabbed a small foil packet and threw it next to Marinette on the bed, her eyes glittering with desire as she noticed the object. He took off his trainers, before removing his shorts and tee, standing proud in his MDC underwear. He placed his hands on his hips and struck his casual underwear pose, hoping she appreciated what she saw.

"Where did you get those?" She laughed, "I've only made underwear for one person."

"Yup, you have." He put on his best British accent before speaking dramatically, one hand on his chest. "Say hello to Fredrick Cumberbatch from Oxford, England."

He dived onto the bed as she giggled at his playfulness, the sound making him groan with love. She was everything to him, and he wished he could tell her... he wanted to so badly. He reached forward, bringing her close and kissing her so soft and gentle, making sure she knew it was more than just lust fuelling him.

Adrien moved back between her legs, dragging his hands up her thighs to rest on her hips, gripping to the sides of her thong. He dragged them down and threw them onto the floor. Lowering his head, he went in for a taste, curious to see if she tasted as sweet as he remembered. It had only been 24 hours but he needed his next fix. He closed his eyes, set on remembering everything from touch to taste. She was delectable.

He continued to lick up her body ending at her lips, her hands trying hard to remove his boxers, and that's when he lost his mind.

When his body started to move on its own accord.

As soon as they'd jointly wrestled his erection free of its confines he began to act like a wild man; a man possessed. Reaching to the side, he grabbed the condom, sitting up to place it over his hardness, hands fumbling as they moved too fast for his brain. He needed to be inside her. He bent down once more, taking her lips with his own and edging himself into her heat.

If anyone saw him now they'd say he was a man who needed sex, that this was just another guy looking for a hit. His hard movements looked no more than a man who wanted a release, but that wasn't true. His movements were those of a guy wanting nothing more than the woman underneath him, than the woman panting and gasping his name as she fully gave herself to him, praising him and making him feel like a God. This was years in the making and finally the closure to their run around love story, the opening chapter to book two; the book where they wouldn't be split apart.

He sat up looking down at the woman screaming underneath him, begging him to keep going, to take her that one step closer to ecstasy. She was beautiful, every tiny, minuscule detail about her was beautiful, and when she finally exploded her face was the driving force for his own. He closed his eyes, his head throwing back and he buried himself deeply inside her. Her name rolling off his tongue like fine wine and expensive chocolate.

••••• END OF SMUT •••••

Marinette.

The room was silent apart from the echo of his own heart in his chest and the panting of their combined orgasms. This is what he'd dreamed about for so long, and he was blessed to finally have it.

"Thank you," her words were whispered, as she brushed a damp strand of hair from his forehead, a shy smile on her face.

"You're welcome." He smiled back, bending down to kiss her in a well balanced kiss.

"Would you hate me if I fell asleep?" She laughed, Adrien reaching down to pull himself out, gripping onto the condom to make sure it was in tacked. He placed a kiss on the top of her head and moved to the edge of the bed.

"You sleep, I'll grab the food and put it in the fridge."

She smiled back at him, "thank you."

He stood up, watching her snuggle under his duvet cover and exited to the toilet, placing on the hotel robe once inside. He cleaned himself as best as possible before moving down the stairs and to the main kitchenette and living area, standing by the windows and looking out over the waterfalls. He ruffled his hair with uncertainty.

"You're overthinking again." A small voice spoke up.

"Can you blame me? I feel like absolute shit for doing this."

"You don't have a choice."

"Even if I don't, she should. This is just..." he let out a growl and moved to the sink, grabbing a glass and doing himself some water.

"Chat Noir, we've been through this. At the moment there's no choice." Sometimes he wished this voice would leave him alone. One voice to contend with was enough, but when the second came around... well... she was harsher than Plagg.

A knock on the door alerted his attention to the attendant. He opened the door allowing the tray to be rolled in, tipping the attendant once more and then shutting and locking the door.

He made his way back to the counter, placing some cheese and cookies on a plate before grabbing a couple for himself and moving the rest to the fridge.

"Tikki's right kid, we've gone this long I'm quite sure there's only a few weeks left until she can know."

"Well, when it happens I just hope she doesn't hate me, you have no idea how much I love that woman."

Tikki and Plagg made their way opposite to Adrien, each displaying their own sorrow on their faces, and onto their allocated plates, looking at the young cat holder. Neither said another word as they ate, and he prayed to God that when she found out the truth she wouldn't run.

That when she found out he knew it wouldn't be the end of them.