**** WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE MATERIAL!!***

"I want you, Marinette" Chat whispered, and his voice sent shivers down her spine.

"Me too," Marinette murmured. Her skin tingled as he laid a trail of kisses along her collarbone, then back up her neck until he found her lips again. Chat's claws moved down her body, tantalizing, stimulating, awakening. One hand cupped her breast, possessing, teasing with only the thin material of her dress as a barrier.

"Chat..." Marinette gasped, and wrapped a leg around his waist, pressing herself flush with his muscled body. He was rock hard and quivered as she ground herself against him.

"Marinette..." Chat purred, pulling her all the way up around his waist as Marinette continued to grind. They came together hungrily, in a greedy clash of lips and teeth, a tangled of tongues, Chat pressing Marinette up against the wall behind her as she drove his senses to the brink of madness. He could touch her, and yet not touch her at the same time, his gloves allowing him to feel the shape, the form of Marinette, but not the texture.

"God, you're driving me crazy," Chat growled. He tried to slake his wild hunger by nibbling from her neck down to the curve of bare breast.

"Don't stop," Marinette moaned, reaching down to untie her dress. The material flowed loosely down her shoulders, resting in the curves of her elbows.

Chat gulped, and felt the rest of his blood drain out of his head. She wasn't wearing a bra. The candlelight flickered and danced, casting shadows on her delicate, creamy skin.

Marinette felt a quiver inside as Chat's hungry eyes travelled down, then up, taking in every curve, every inch of bare skin. This was a man, she realized, then gulped a little as she felt him twitch against her. A real man.

"May I?"

Marinette shivered as Chat trailed a single claw down her shoulder, down to where her sleeve stopped on her right shoulder.

"I want to see you." Chat murmured, as he slipped the blue material off of her arm with his claw. "I want to see all of you." He whispered as he slipped the sleeve off the other arm.

The blue wraparound dress slithered gently down, pooling in a puddle of cotton at their feet.

"God, you're beautiful," Chat sighed and leaned down to sample her flesh. Her smell, delicate and heady vanilla, made his head swim and hunger for more. His claws tore at her thin cotton underwear, removing all barriers and pressing his hand to the warmth he felt between her legs as Marinette whimpered and moved against her hand. And still, he longed to actually touch her.

"Marinette," Chat's voice sounded hoarse. "Can we...go all the way? I'm not sure I can hold back much longer."

Marinette gripped Chat's bell and pulled herself up so she could taste the bare skin just inside his collar.

"I'm not sure I can hold back much longer either."

"I want- I need to detransform." Chat gasped, and Marinette stopped, pulling back to stare in his eyes.

"But your secret-"

Chat cut her off.

"I love you. I'd willingly share my secret with you." Chat smiled, cupping her cheek. Marinette shook her head stubbornly.

"There's too much risk."

"Alright." Chat kissed her gently. "I'll work around it." He carried her across the room, opened a door. There was a small bathroom, with barely enough room for a toilet and shower. "Maybe we'll try that later," Chat teased, closing the door.

"What are you doing? Where are you taking me?" Marinette demanded.

"I should think that's obvious, Princess," Chat chuckled. "I'm taking you to the bedroom, where I intend to make passionate love to you. Unless you'd like to continue in here, the couch does look very comfortable."

"Don't be ridiculous." Marinette snapped, feeling her face flush.

"We could also try the balcony again, but your ex might be lurking around so I thought this might be the best option." Chat continued, opening a second door. This room revealed a tiny, but neat, blue and white bedroom, furnished only with a double bed and a worn desk, covered with sewing materials.

Chat laid her gently down on the bedspread, where she reclined, her black hair floating around her face, her ivory skin gleaming by the light of the moon, looking like a fairy or a regal roman goddess.

"You're so beautiful," He whispered, kissing her. "If I can't touch you with my actual hands, I think I'll go crazy."

"Is it worth it to reveal your secret identity?" Marinette asked sternly, sounding like her alter ego. Chat kissed her again, savoring the taste of his lover.

"I promise I won't show you if you don't want me to." He assured her.

From the work table he grabbed a long strip of blue material, no doubt a scrap from the blue dress lying in the living room.

"Cover your eyes," he instructed her, holding out the material, then crossed to the bedroom door. "I'll go change into something more comfortable," he said with a wink. He saw Marinette flush before he closed the door, then murmured, "Claws in."

His catsuit disappeared, living him in the suit he had bought from Marinette's shop. Plagg hovered in front of him, stretching.

"Wow, we defeated the guy without having to resolve to the Cataclysm, I'm impressed, kid. I could still go for some cheese though," He said, licking his lips.

He suddenly became aware of his surroundings and looked around the unfamiliar apartment. "Where are we? Did we move?"

"Marinette's place," Adrian replied shortly, slipping off his suit jacket and tossing it onto a chair. His tie and shirt followed.

"Do I want to know?" Plagg looked around the room with its flickering candles, Marinette's dress and underwear on the floor. "You know what?" He amended, "I changed my mind, I definitely don't want to know. You have fun, kid."

He made a beeline for the window, phasing through the solid glass in his haste to get out.

Outside the apartment he almost ran into Tikki who was escaping as well, blushing so much she was practically glowing. The two kwamis shared a look.

"Kids these days, am I right?" Plagg said with an embarrassed cough.

"I miss the days when they were teenagers." Tikki complained. "Where am I supposed to sleep?"

"Come on," Plagg said, "we can crash at Adrian's apartment. He has plenty of soft pillows and cookies for you, and cheese for me."

The two creatures sped off as quickly as they could into the darkness, with no intention to return until after dawn.

                                                          * * *

Several miles away, Jacques rang the bell of the Agreste Mansion and combed his hair nervously back from his face. His black eye was smarting more than ever and even after two showers he still smelled like garbage, but he was determined to make la chienne pay. He might not be able to reveal the story of the decade to the media, but maybe the father of a certain superhero, who happened to have more money than God would be willing to put a few dollars in his pocket in order to keep his precious son safe.

After all, Gabriel Agreste didn't know of the confrontation he'd had with Chat Noir a.k.a. Adrian Agreste, but he would know of Hawkmoth, the supervillain his son was constantly risking his life to battle against. And he would probably be willing to pay any sum of money to keep his son's secret identity under wraps, like any loving father.

Jacques grinned to himself and jabbed at the doorbell with a little more gusto. It was a good plan.

Hello, dear readers,

It's your friendly authoress Cantrella again :) So...steamy enough for you guys? Worth the wait? Hopefully you'll be excited for the continuation next week!

In the meantime, feel free to check out the other stories I have written, both fanfiction and original, if you like these works, maybe you'll like my other stuff? Who knows? 

Sincerely, 

Cantrella :)

P.S. I want to reiterate again, I do not own ANY of the artwork, but it sure was fun to find!