I 'CHRIS' ALL THE GIRLS

'Mode Mania' have once again received juicy A list gossip. Christopher Henley, 29, has been seen out and about with a new lady during his recent filming obligations in Argentina.

The 29 year-old model was said to have been completely smitten with his new beau, a woman who, apparently, is working in the wardrobe department of the new 'Legal Blue' instalment.

The woman is also believed to be the same one who helped save the little boy from his accident in the river Seine alongside Adrien Agreste, 24. There was a point where many believed this raven haired beauty was Agrestes 'bit in the side' however, it seems the closeness was due to a close working relationship and nothing more.

Henley and this unknown woman were seen to travel together, where a stewardess described there conversations as deep and laced with sexual tension. They have also been seen together in various locations at their 5* luxury hotel, where they've enjoyed drinks and evening meals both with and without other cast members.

The two have regularly been seen having breakfast together, making us wonder if this followed an intimate night in his suite or her room.

We are yet to have an official statement from Mr Henley himself, however we are glad to see for once he's chosen a girl with a bit of class, rather than just going for the ass.

Looking at the pictures I think we've found a new hit list couple and we hope to see more from them in the near future.

•••••

Marinette had been quiet since the night before, and there wasn't any indication as to how or why? They'd fooled around in the kitchen, Adrien finally giving in on the monkey front, sending Marinette to the moon and back with two orgasms. He wasn't one to brag but he was getting better at this whole sex thing each time. Just because he may have googled specifics on certain aspects, did not mean he couldn't applaud himself for the way she screamed his name and pulled on his hair. He was riding high, until he hit Earth with the same speed as a meteorite.

He'd left her alone on the sofa whilst he went to clean himself up, having his third shower of the day. (He was a model after all). Before heading back down to meet Marinette where he'd left her naked, only to find that she'd put on all her clothing and looked as though she was about to leave.

"Adrien, I'm not feeling too good, so I'm going back to my room. I hope that's okay?" She walked over to him, placing a gentle kiss on his lips before pulling away. He licked them over, tasting the hint of saltiness; a saltiness usually only derived from tears. "I think I just need a good night's rest."

Before he could mutter a single word she was gone. Blowing out of the room like a tornado, and he was worried out of his life. Had he done something wrong? Had she finally given in to Vivica's demands and accepted the money and ran? Did she not understand that regardless of whether he came out of this with his balls intact or without, that he would still want to be with her? Had he not made it clear enough?

Adrien tried not to over think it, that would do neither of them any good. He could keep it cool, he was good at that. Let her steer the relationship to where she wanted it to go, it didn't matter that he was hopelessly in love because she didn't know.

His sleep that night had been restless. He'd spent most of it awake hoping Tikki would make her usual updating appearance, coming to inform him of the shifts in Marinette's moods, as she had done numerous times in the past, resulting in both Plagg and Tikki stopping him from doing a stupid thing like visiting her as Chat Noir, or even worse as Adrien.

It wasn't until the next morning as he sat in bed, glasses on and book in hand (no, not Marinette's erotica novel), that Tikki had finally made her appearance.

"It's about time," Plagg said in a way of greeting, Tikki rolling her eyes, moving away from her counterpart and towards Adrien.

"And by that, he means good morning Tikki," Adrien said, throwing a quick glare to his outspoken kwami. "What's wrong?" he asked, knowing full well that last night wasn't Marinette feeling 'poorly'.

Tikki sighed. "It's starting again."

"Shit!" One word just didn't sum up the thoughts and feelings in his head. It had been just under three years since they had their last battle. The day Lila attempted to use the Butterfly Miraculous without the control and skills to obtain the power she wanted. It didn't take long to strip her of the Miraculous, hell, she'd done that herself, throwing it off her body as she fell from the Eiffel Tower.

Ladybug stood watching, not even bothering to try and save their childhood rival, and that's when he'd had to take the initiative. Save a life, or find the Miraculous. He went for the first.

Before Lila's fall, he'd been busy in head-to-head combat with Félix, his cousin using the peacock Miraculous a lot easier than should have been suspected. Though, a scream from Ladybug pulled his attention away from his foe and straight to his Lady. In the short time that followed Félix had escaped, or so he thought, and Ladybug had been thrown out of sorts by Lila. He didn't know if the girl had done something to her, or said something, it was a moment Marinette kept tightly bound to her chest. Just another secret in the fine intricate web they each held deep within their souls.

"Villain or anxiety?"

"Both. I think it's time Adrien, I think she needs to know you're by her side in both forms. Civilian and superhero." Adrien took off his glasses, placing them beside him on the table next to his bed before pushing the heels of his hands into his eyes and firmly rubbing them.

"When we get back to Paris. It's only a couple of days away now and then we can go home and I can explain everything to her." He moved the covers, stepping out of bed and heading towards the blinds, ready to open them and see what Daisy and Ramon were up to.

"What do we know about the villian?"

"They have Marinette's number and sent her a rather disturbing message." His head shot around to face Tikki, his body unconsciously shaking at what might be revealed. "And what did it say?"

"They've threatened to kill her, Chat Noir." Adrien slumped down onto the window sill oblivious to the monkey currently taking home on his sunlounger out on the balcony.

"Has she tried to contact me?"

"She said she'll meet with you when you return to Paris. She doesn't think anything is going to happen whilst you're here. Whoever it is probably wants a big climatic ending, not just taking out Ladybug in a country where no one really knows her."

Adrien sighed, rubbing his hands through his hair and back down to the stubble beginning to form on his jaw.

"She needs to stop trying to play this alone! She needs to let me in! This was the problem last time."

"Hey, kid, look who's talking? You've been working your own mission for the past three years. You're both stubborn and spend too much time protecting each other in secret instead of working in unison. You're the strongest when you're together so get on with it."

Plagg was right, but Adrien wasn't going to tell him that; he didn't need to build up his kwamis ego more than it was, so instead he reached for his phone off his bedside table with the aim to message Marinette. Maybe they could go and see the falls together this afternoon, Adrien was filming for the next two days and then they were heading home so it was their last opportunity.

Picking up his phone he noticed he'd managed to miss not one, not two, but twelve messages from Nino, including missed calls and answerphone messages. He looked down at the device and checked the sound bar. He never muted his phone.

"Plagg, did you turn my volume off again?"

Adrien flicked through his phone book finding Nino's name, hoping that it wasn't too late to call. Checking his watch it was mid afternoon back in Paris so Nino should be at work.

"You went for an extra long toilet time and the damn thing wouldn't shut up!" Plagg said, floating about the room and following the scent of some Argentinian cheese. It wasn't his usual camembert but it wasn't completely horrible.

"Extra long?" Tikki asked.

"He was thinking about pigtails." Plagg winked, Adrien feeling his face heat up at the hidden meaning. He coughed, drawing attention back to himself.

"Anyway, if you're here, where's Marinette now?"

"She's gone out for breakfast with Christopher. I think he's hoping to get papped so he can play it as taking Marinette out on a date."

He could feel his jaw tensing, he hated the fact he was jealous. Even though Christopher had made it obvious that he wanted him more than Marinette, he still couldn't remove the green eyed monster taking claim of his rationality.

"Adrien, stop!" Tikki's voice was a firm warning to the negative thoughts coating Adrien's mind once again. "Have you taken your medication today?"

Adrien nodded in response, he wouldn't dream of missing a day. He wanted to get better so that this with Marinette would work out. His constant panic that someone would take her away needed to stop, he needed to get a grip on himself and start looking at the positives.

"Do you think she'll stay with me for the rest of the time we're here?" he asked, a pitiful attempt at sounding normal blown apart by the shakiness of his voice.

"It's worth a try. She mentioned staying with Christopher one night to help sell the story to the tabloids, and to-"

"To protect me?" Tikki's silence was the only answer he needed. Covering his face he groaned once more, why did she have to think about protecting him? Why did she have to be such a hero?

He turned his attention back to his phone, he'd talk to Nino and then he'd contact Marinette. Pressing the green call button, he placed the phone to his ear and looked out on the balcony, Ramone sitting pride of place in the sunlounger with Daisy picking and eating his fleas. Adrien had never been more jealous! He wanted a girl to pick and eat his fleas, metaphorically of course.

The ringing stopped and the phone clicked.

"Dick's hotdogs...if you like hotdogs you'll love dicks."

"You know I should start charging you for using my jokes."

"It's not my fault you only have about 12."

Adrien laughed at his friend, just another in the long list of people who didn't appreciate his jokes. "So, what's up man? You've blown up my phone."

"It's Frankie. She...she...listen man, I'm scared my phones are bugged. Just when you get home can we meet up somewhere. Anywhere. Just something isn't right and I'm not...I don't know...just please dude."

Hearing Nino so panicked on the phone drew Adrien's attention to another phone call he'd had the previous day. The call with Félix.

"Of course. I'll call you as soon as I'm back. Just Nino, if you need me at all, call me. I'll figure out a way to get home." Purple cheese and an Astro pack would do the trick.

"Thanks man. I just needed someone to talk to. You don't think I'm mad, do you?" His voice was so worried Adrien felt the twist in the gut with him. Did he think he was mad? Well yeah, he left Alya after all. But something didn't sit right, it never had, and now this added to Félix, added to Marinette's message? He needed to speak to Ladybug.

"No way, man. If something rattles you that much I believe you. She's a psycho, I told you that from the moment you met her." Adrien prayed Nino didn't take it as an 'I told you so moment' more a 'I thought it anyway' moment; that he was there to support him.

"I should have listened better, but thanks for being there for me now. I'll speak to you in a couple of days."

"See you."

Ending the call, Adrien placed the phone down before slowly sitting on the edge of his bed. This was all too convenient, everything was suddenly too convenient.

"Tikki, what did the message to Marinette say?"

"I don't know the full riddle," Tikki started, "but I know it mentioned cocoons and flying, and asking her if she was ready to die?"

"Are we in Gotham? I thought it was Batman's job to deal with the fucking Riddler?" Adrien said, picking up his phone from where he'd left it.

Finding Marinette's name he composed a message.

Adrien
Hey beautiful, I hope you're feeling better after last night. Anyway, if you're up for it I was wondering if you fancied a trip out to the falls this afternoon and then maybe a movie and meal in my room? I found it hard to sleep without you last night. Please don't make me do it again 😢

One thing he knew about Marinette was she wouldn't easily admit when she needed help, however, he'd learned that if he was the one asking for help, it was an easy way to manipulate her, just like it had been the day she found Dominic in her bed with another woman. Slight guilt may have appeared at some point, after all the guy was ripped a new one by his Lady, but the asswipe deserved it! And Adrien had great fun watching the turn of events from a distance, perched on a rooftop tightly wrapped in black super material.

Oh yes! He knew how to get Marinette where he needed her, putting her into the exact positions where he could protect her. Where he could be what she needed, in or out of the suit.

•••••

The breakfast with Christopher had been as delightful as always, his company pleasant and the conversation flowing freely even if he wasn't sure about the whole croissant and chocolate milk situation, the thought only making her miss Adrien more.

She shouldn't have left his room last night, she knew that. But the thought of anyone hurting him made her act irrationally, she'd been alone for so long that having someone else to suddenly worry about was unnerving. How could she protect him? What would he even think about it all? He wasn't a superhero, he shouldn't have to deal with all her crap; but then, his words from the previous day rang through her ears.

'This is it for me, you are it for me. I've lost you once and there's not a chance in hell I'm losing you again.'

He seemed so truthful in his words, she wanted nothing more than to believe it, to believe every word. A fluttering stirred in her stomach as she thought about what he almost said next. She was almost certain he was going to tell her he loved her, she could feel it on the tip of his tongue, and she thought a little came out.

Did she love him back? She was pretty certain she was there again. Her heart beat wildly for him, racing every time she saw him, or heard his name. Yes, she loved Adrien Agreste, and she didn't know what to do about it.

Taking the keycard from the back pocket of her shorts, she slotted it into her handle and let herself back into her hotel room, heading straight to the main window and checking for any monkeys. Seeing that the cost was clear, she stepped into the heat of an Argentinian morning and rested her arms on the balcony.

"Have you thought about seeing the falls?" Tikki appeared alongside her holder, as Marinette looked out into the jungle and the incredible water feature ahead of her.

"There's a few places I'd like to see around here. I just don't know when to go? Plus, I'm not sure how safe this place actually is."

"Why don't you ask Adrien? I'm sure he'd take you and defend you."

Marinette burst out laughing. "Yeah okay. You do realise he only plays a secret agent on film, Tikki? If little old me was attacked, I doubt he'd do much good. He wouldn't want to harm his pretty face."

"Give him a little bit of credit Marinette, he's been fencing and studying martial arts for years. Plus you've seen his parkour moves, I'm sure he could protect the Princess."

She moved back into the main section of her hotel room, a small giggle leaving her lips. Maybe Tikki was right, he at least had some skill. Searching for her phone where she'd left it on charge earlier that morning. She'd left it in her room whilst she went for breakfast with Christopher, not wanting the memory of the previous day's message playing in the back of her mind. To say she was shaken up would be an injustice to the way she physically trembled once she'd read it. Luckily, she played it off as shaky legs from the two orgasms he'd given her instead of the death threat she'd just received in the style of the riddler.

With slight hesitation, she reached down for the phone, taking it from its resting place and picking it up. The screen ignited as she held it in the correct position displaying only one new message.

Adrien

Relief overcame her as she unlocked her phone and directed the device in means to open it.

Adrien
Hey beautiful, I hope you're feeling better after last night. Anyway, if you're up for it I was wondering if you fancied a trip out to the falls this afternoon and then maybe a movie and meal in my room? I found it hard to sleep without you last night. Please don't make me do it again 😢

She smiled, selecting the option to reply.

Marinette
Hey yourself, handsome. Is that an invitation for me to stay the night?

"Adrien messaged?" Tikki asked, one eyebrow raised and obviously reading the lovestruck look on her holder's face.

"Maybe," she smirked, the kwami rolling her eyes.

"You couldn't be anymore obvious Marinette."

Her phone signalled again, Adrien's name appearing once again.

Adrien
Tonight...tomorrow night... forever. Take your pick, sweetheart ❤️

"Looks like I'm staying with Adrien for the remainder of the time we're here. He's so needy," she laughed, sending off a quick response to her boyfriend. Once Adrien dropped her a message of confirmation that he would be over in thirty minutes to collect her for their tour, she flicked back to the message from the previous night.

'You may think you know me, that I'm under your spell,
But one thing's for certain, be prepared for my hell.'

She read through the message, memorising it as she pulled out her blush pink summer dress.

I've shed my cocoon, And I'm ready to fly,
So, tell me little Ladybug? Are you ready to die?

It was obvious whoever had sent her that message knew who she was and then added to that wasn't very happy with her. It was a common occurrence, it wouldn't be the first time any of the heroes had received some type of threat but the whole cocoon and flying, it could only mean one thing—the Butterfly Miraculous was back in action. It meant that whoever had taken it that final battle was ready to play ball; questions sat in the back of her mind, though. Who and why?

She took her morning's clothing off, already feeling the damp patches from the heat and humidity, and changed everything right down to her underwear. Turning to her drawers, she noticed the peach babydoll she'd treated herself to a couple of weeks back and took a chance, slipping it on before covering it with the dress. If she was staying at Adrien's, there was no way he was inviting her for purely innocent reasons; and if he wanted fun, then that's what he would get.

Twenty minutes later a knocking echoed around her room, a smile gracing her lips as she made her way to the door. Of course he was early, this was Adrien Agreste after all, the guy had never been voluntarily late for anything, always either early or on time.

Reaching the door and pulling it open she was frozen to the spot by the handsome man in front of her. Raybans on, muscles exploding from out the cap of his sleeve and a delicious aroma oozing from him. Oh God! They weren't going to make it out of the room. Grabbing a hold on his top, she yanked him into the room using his back to shut the door as she pushed him against it, eating his lips with more hunger than she had her breakfast.

"Good morning to you too!" His fresh coffee breath fanned across her face, causing her to groan and rub her thighs together. He was so manly he made it unfair for anyone else with the male genetics.

"Shut up and kiss me!" It seemed he'd gotten quite skillful as he bent to her level and pressed his lips once again against hers.

•••••SMUT•••••

She felt the pressure building as he fought for more, pushing her lips apart and inserting his tongue into her mouth. He wrapped it around hers, his hand on her neck to steady her head before pushing and pulling, using the hand to help him change direction. A humming sound came from her throat, only to turn more sinful when his other hand found her ass, pulling her hips in tightly to his growing erection.

"Oh God!" She seemed to have lost the feeling in her neck as it slumped and bounced to the side and backwards, her own hips grinding onto his length, her nipples puckering and rubbing against the material keeping them prisoner, giving her an extra sensation and increasing her own need. "How long have we got?" she asked.

"Thanks to me turning up early? About 20 minutes."

"Plenty of time." Pressing him once more into the door, she stretched up and kissed him, biting his lower lip and giving it a pull.

The next thing she knew her feet were off the floor as he carried her towards the bed, throwing her on and diving on top straight after her. His body pressed hers into the mattress as he went back to where he was, kissing and biting his way over her lips and neck.

"No marks," he whispered, her nod being the only way she could answer. He was filming tomorrow and the bruises on his lips were already going to cause some issues with the makeup department.

With a quick succession of two or three kisses, Adrien sat back pulling his tee over his head and sending it sailing to the floor, ready to return to where he came from. Marinette's hands stretched up, blocking him from coming any closer. She scrambled around onto her knees, grabbing a hold on his neck and pulling him into her. She stretched up, sighing, as they continued the kiss, Adrien's hands finding the hem of her dress and lifting it over her head and throwing it down to join his shirt.

"Fuck!" Adrien said, taking in the babydoll and running his hands underneath, moving them up her hips to her ribcage.

"Do you like it?" she whispered against his feasting lips.

"It's better than the picture." Pulling her hips towards him, he kissed her again, pushing her down into his lap and grinding against her, bringing sighs and whimpers out of her mouth. She could feel herself growing damper with each thrust of his hips and needed more, wanted more.

She stretched forward, slotting her hands underneath the waistband of his shorts and pushing them down under his ass, Adrien fumbling around to get his trainers and shorts off as quickly as possible as Marinette moved to her bedside table and retrieved a condom. This was the first time they'd done it in her hotel room, the small confines of the room filling with Adrien. His smell, his body. He was so domineering she was amazed at how small she suddenly felt.

Crawling back over to the naked supermodel, she ripped the condom between her teeth and concentrated on putting it on him, his eyes never leaving her and glowing with need and pining.

Bringing herself up onto her knees, she moved closer allowing him to stroke along her wetness, removing the material out of the way and inserting his finger, her hips grinding as an effect of the sudden intrusion. Looking down at him, she bit her lower lip holding in the intense need to scream out his name with an animalistic groan, one of pure unadulterated pleasure. Adrien broke eye contact, her throat moving with the swallow of satisfaction down her throat, his lips connecting with the top of her breast, licking and kissing the line down into her cleavage, her nipples puckering once more at the added ministrations.

Marinette ground harder against his now three fingers inside her, her breath hitching as she moved closer to orgasm.

"Are you ready for me, Sweetheart?" His eyes bore into hers, and her body filled with the intoxicated yearning of her boyfriend, of the love of her life, to be inside her.

"Yes!" she breathed out, whimpering at the loss of his fingers as he withdrew them from her heat. Her eyes glazed over with lust as he scrambled onto his knees, holding himself with one hand as he lowered her down onto him with the other; her own hands keeping the fabric of her delicate underwear out of the way.

Both panted as she rested her arms on his shoulders, scraping her hands through his hair and began to move in slow, sure movements, her nerves grinding down on the small amount of hair Adrien had, adding to the pleasure streaking through her.

"It~ it opens at the f-front." Marinette gasped, keeping her rhythm steady as she begged him to give her more. "The- the r-ribbon." Bending his head down, Adrien took the end of the ribbon that rested in her cleavage in his teeth, pulling at it and freeing her breasts, each peak proudly revealing itself as the fabric moved out the way, offering its hardened nubs for Adrien's mouth.

"Beautiful," he exclaimed, her head throwing back with the feel of his tongue flicking against her nipples.

He groaned, releasing one with a 'pop' before moving to the other eliciting a moan of his name pleasantly leaving her mouth.

Marinette looped one arm around his neck, leaning backwards to rest on the other, moving herself into a suitable position to roll her hips and grind on him, one side of her babydoll negligee sliding down her arm as it attempted to stay on her body.

He lifted his own hips, burying himself deeper into her hot, wet sex, grabbing her ass and driving himself in and out in long delicious strokes, picking up speed and strength gradually before finishing them both off with a mind blowing orgasm.

Adrien pulled her to sit on him, keeping himself inside her and hugging her close, the ending rocks of his orgasm pulsating through himself and into her.

"I'll never get tired of this," he said, voice weak and breathless from their most recent physical exertion.

She giggled, holding him tighter into her body, hugging him like he was the greatest teddy bear to ever exist. All warm and snuggly. She pressed a kiss to his sweat laced skin, before pulling back with disgust.

"Right," he said, lifting her up with him off the bed, "to the shower we go."

Leaning over his shoulder she checked the clock on the side, 10 minutes. She supposed a quick one wouldn't hurt.

"By the way," he said, interrupting her thoughts, "this necklace is rather beautiful. I'd say whoever bought you that, most certainly has some style." He pressed his lips to the diamond studded pendant in between her breasts. The pendant she'd forgotten she'd put on until about 30 seconds ago when he'd brought it into the conversation. Her cheeks burned as Adrien pressed his lips to the piece of Chat Noir she always kept with her, the feelings of betrayal hitting her hard as she watched another man kiss what was his.

He lowered her down to the ground, giving her a chance to remove her soaked panties and step in the shower behind him. Her hand clutched at the necklace only to release it quickly, his lips latching onto her neck giving her the best reason to lose control and feel; memories and thoughts of her Kitty thrown out of her mind.

They made it to the tour just in time, the journey out into the jungle giving Marinette too much time to think and wonder. With everything that had happened what would it be like when the bubble finally bursts and they're back in Paris, the vibrations of her phone only adding to the worry as she glimpsed slyly at the name on the screen and came crashing back to reality.

Vivica Agreste.