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Dangerous Games	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 11603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug. Miraculous Ladybug is the intellectual property of Thomas Astruc and released by Zag studios. No profit was made writing this story.

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Marinette woke feeling relaxed and happy. For the first time in years, she was excited to get up and go to work. Even the crusty residue on her skin and sheets wasn't enough to dampen her spirits. She stripped her bed, then hefted her sheets into the small laundry at the other end of her apartment. After setting them to wash, she went to the kitchen.
'Shouldn't you have clothes on while you make breakfast?' Tikki asked. 'At least wash your hands before you get my biscuits.'
Marinette gave her a look before she turned to the sink to wash up, but declined getting dressed for the moment. She opened a packet of biscuits for Tikki, had her own meal, then went to the bathroom for a shower.
Her mind wandered back to the previous evening while she scrubbed her skin. Chat Noir had been an unexpectedly tender and thorough lover; either that, or she had been in more need of an orgasm than she realised. Still, it had been a wonderful evening.
After she was dressed, she came back out to the kitchen, a new question on her mind.
'Tikki, what was that half strip show Chat Noir pulled last night? One minute he was fully dressed, then the next, he was in little more than his mask and ears.'
Tikki set her gnawed biscuit aside. 'It's called Partial Detransformation. Now that you're both physically mature, your suits have this new feature which enables you to engage in sexual activities without getting your costumes dirty.'
Marinette leaned against the benchtop eagerly. 'So, my suit can do that too?'
'All of the Miraculous suits can. It was discovered pretty early in humanity's evolution that you are an extremely promiscuous species. In an attempt to make our jobs less icky, all of the kwamies agreed this was a sensible modification to all of the suits.'
'Well, I for one, would like to thank you for your foresight,' Marinette giggled. 'I wonder what my suit looks like after a partial detransformation?'
'Not too different from Chat Noir's,' Tikki said, but Marinette wasn't listening, already dreaming of a time when she could put this new discovery to use.
To make things even better, it had been days since her mysterious caller last rang. Adrien's suggestion of changing her number had worked, so she sent him a silent thanks and vowed to find a way to express her gratitude properly.
I suppose I ought to thank Luka as well, since he went with me, she mused. I hope they both like pastries.
She finished getting ready, tucked Tikki into her purse, then headed out.
On the way down, she met Luka. He greeted her in the elevator with a pleasant smile.
'Good morning, Marinette. You're positively radiant today.'
She felt her cheeks heat up. 'Why, thank you, kind Sir. You're looking rather spruced up today, yourself. Is there some occasion?'
He shrugged. 'Juleka says she has some announcement. If she's finally coming out of the closet, she might be a little disappointed by everyone's lack of a reaction.'
'It has been pretty obvious, hasn't it?' laughed Marinette.
'For years,' he drawled.
'Are she and Rose still together?'
Luka sucked in a breath between his teeth. 'That's a touchy subject with Jules.'
Marinette's eyes widened. 'Oh, no. Ok, I won't bring it up around Juleka.'
He nodded. 'Wait for her to bring it up first. Jules is like a wild deer - it's better to let her come to you.'
'I don't think she'd appreciate being compared to wildlife,' she chuckled.
They stepped out to the lobby, and nodded politely to an older gentleman as he stepped inside, pushing the elevator buttons wearily.
Luka shrugged. 'Where's your offsider today?' he asked, looking pointedly over her shoulder.
It took her a moment to realise what he was asking. 'You mean Adrien? Shoot, I forgot all about him.'
She clapped her hands over her cheeks, ashamed and embarrassed. 'I hope he's not mad. He's been really busy recently with the fashion show coming up, that he's not always able to walk to work with me. I forgot to ask today. Maybe I'll wait for him here. Or, perhaps I should go back up and meet him in the hall? Maybe it would be better to call, first.'
Luka grasped her wrists firmly. 'Hey, it's ok. If he's going to be mad about something as minor as this, he's not worth your time. Frankly, I think you should just go without him, all he seems to do is drag you down.'
She let him pull her hands down, looking at him with wide eyes. 'What are you - '
She was interrupted by the elevator door dinging open. Adrien stood on the threshold, his easy smile tightening at the sight of her and Luka holding hands. She let go of them immediately, hoping Adrien hadn't gotten the wrong idea.
'Good morning, Adrien,' she stuttered, forcing up a strained smile.
'Good morning Marinette, Luka,' he returned, with a polite nod.
Luka's expression was bland. 'Adrien. Please excuse me, Marinette, but I have to be going. Have a nice day.'
She waved after him in bewilderment, before turning to face Adrien.
'I'm so sorry I didn't wait for you, I was distracted and wasn't thinking.'
He placed a hand on her shoulder. 'Relax, I'm not upset. I was confused when you didn't answer your door, but I figured you'd either be down here already, or you'd catch up in your own time.'
Her breath left her in a gusty whoosh. 'Ok, thanks. We should get going before Mathéo chews me out for tardiness, again.'
'We can't have that,' Adrien agreed, as he rested his arm over her shoulders while they walked out the door. 'So, what had you so distracted?'
Marinette felt her blood rush to her face, as her body remembered the things Chat Noir had done with her. 'Uh, just that, you know. No more weird calls,' she exclaimed, grasping the one subject she could talk about safely. 'No one has been able to call me since Monday, but since that includes the weirdo, I'm counting it as a win.'
'You got your number changed, then?'
'Yup, did it after work on Monday. Luka came with me.'
He was silent for a moment too long.
'You two really don't like each other, do you?' she observed.
He shrugged helplessly. 'What can you do?'
'I suppose it would be too much to ask you to try and get along?'
'I've been polite. I smile, make small talk, all the regular things near strangers do. But he's made it clear that he doesn't like me, and something about him rubs me the wrong way. I think we're just too different to ever be friends.'
'Has he said something to you?' She tried to think of a time when they had said something to each other that was overtly hostile, but couldn't remember any such event.
Adrien was too quiet again.
'Will you tell me what he said?' she asked.
He looked down at her with a smile that didn't reach his eyes. 'No, nothing. It's just a feeling.'
Marinette's euphoria from earlier was gone, replaced by a distant dread. In her experience, when two men didn't like each other it never went well. There were fights, and a constant feeling of aggression in the air. It was frightening, and not something she wished to see again.

At work, she focussed on her tasks. She had another model in her studio that day, a woman who would be modelling a secondary line, but who boasted the attitude of a headliner.
Claudia was tall and willowy, with chestnut skin and long, dark hair. She was arrogant, and looked critically at models who did not fit the stereotypical image. She was a traditionalist and vented bitterly about how the industry she loved was being compromised by "those plus sized goblins."
Marinette refused to comment. She let Claudia go off, only nodding occasionally, but thought of her own modest curves with shame. Claudia made her feel self conscious and insecure, when intellectually she knew she had nothing to be ashamed of. Ladybug was revered the world over for her physique, and her suit hid nothing. Her body was on display whenever she donned it, but she had never been so aware of her body fat before now.
Mathéo entered the room. 'If you are quite done chewing Marinette's ear off, you are to go now, Claudia. They're expecting you in the dressing rooms.'
Claudia turned her nose up with a sniff, put her own clothes back on, and left.
Mathéo turned to Marinette with an apologetic grimace. 'Don't listen to a thing that she-beast says, Dear Girl. You are beautiful, and talented, and an asset to our brand. Claudia, on the other hand, is expendable. The only reason she's here is because she's cheap. Her manager is a poor businessman, but it works for us. So chin up, and keep giving us the stunning works of art you're so good at.'
He wiggled his fingers over his shoulder as he walked out of the room.
Marinette had to blink away tears. Mathéo was not known for openly praising anyone, so when he did offer words of encouragement, the were to be taken to heart.
Bolstered, Marinette returned to making the formal evening dress Claudia would be wearing.
She was no stranger to models discussing their opinions on body size, and it had never affected her so severely before. However, after her encounter with Adrien and Luka, she was feeling raw and underprepared for a conflict she could feel coming. She felt anxious about what it could mean for her relationships with both men.
By the end of the day, she had finished everything she had wanted to, but her mind had never strayed far from her worries. To further complicate things, her feelings for Chat Noir clouded her feelings for Adrien. She admitted what she felt for Chat Noir was more carnal than romantic. Even before their relationship became physical, Marinette had had an easy friendship with him ever since they were children. But she had never wanted anything more, since she had been infatuated with Adrien.
Guilt gnawed at her gut. As ridiculous as it was, she felt disloyal for entering a physical relationship with Chat Noir. Her relationship with Adrien had always been platonic, but she had hoped for more since she was fourteen.
Stop being silly. You've never tied yourself to either one of them, and Adrien doesn't even know you like him. You're a grown-arse woman, and as such, you're free to fuck whomever you please, she told herself, sternly. Hell, as long as you're officially single, you can fuck both of them. But maybe use a condom next time, just in case.
Her thoughts took a lurid turn as she pictured being with them both at the same time. She shivered, scandalised and titillated by her own imagination. She returned to her work then, forcing the idea from her mind.

She visited her parents on the way home, greeting them with forced cheer as she entered the bakery.
'Hi Maman, hello Papa,' Marinette called.
Sabine bustled out from around the kitchen door. 'Oh Sweetheart, welcome home. You haven't dropped by in ages.' She wrapped Marinette up in a bear hug, even though she barely reached Marinette's chin.
'Sorry about that,' she replied. 'I've had a few things on my mind lately.'
Sabine waved a hand, dismissively. 'It's no big deal, you're a grown woman with a life of your own now. You don't need to report every instance of your daily life.' She sniffled, and wiped brusquely at her eyes.
'Wow, Maman, that's some real progress,' Marinette congratulated her.
Tom entered. 'We've been talking since your last visit. Your mother has agreed to let you be your own person, and she'll stop trying to convince you to move back home. But there is something I would like an answer to.'
Marinette looked at him expectantly, suddenly feeling anxious. 'What?'
'Why haven't we been able to call you?' Tom frowned, equal parts disapproving and concerned.
'Oh, well,' she began, desperately trying to think of an excuse. 'There was some glitch with an automated call centre machine. It kept ringing me over and over, but when I complained about it, the company's response was underwhelming. I figured the next best thing I could try was to change my number, so I did. It'll be a couple more days before it works, though. I'm sorry I didn't tell you guys sooner.'
The best lies were the ones that were closest to the truth. There was less to remember, and if she ever let something slip, it would be easier to cover up. She breathed a quiet sigh of relief at their understanding nods.
'This is unacceptable. What company was this? I'd like to speak with them myself,' Tom went on, his moustache bristling.
Marinette held her hands up. 'There's no need for that, it's all sorted now. Hey Maman, did you make something for dinner? I can smell something yummy.'
Sabine beamed at her. 'There's no fooling you. Your sense of smell is as keen as ever, especially in regards to food,' she laughed.
Marinette forced a giggle, and followed them upstairs. They had a nice meal, and talked for over two hours, just catching up. Finally, Marinette took her leave, graciously accepting a box of assorted biscuits from Sabine for herself, and two modest gift boxes for Adrien and Luka.
She fed a couple of biscuits to Tikki as she walked home.
'You don't want to transform?' asked Tikki, as she poked her head out of her purse.
Marinette shook her head. 'It's been a long day, and I could use a walk and some fresh air. Ladybugging it home would be too quick.'
'If you say so.' Tikki burrowed back into the purse, and curled up on the bottom with her food.
Marinette left the clasp open to let in some fresh air. The nights were still warm, and Tikki had probably been sweltering in there all day.
She made it back to her building without incident, then opted to take the stairs rather than the lift. By the time she reached her floor, she was tired, sweaty, and ready to sit down.
A neatly wrapped box sat on her doorstep. It was a nondescript brown, tied with twine, but had no note. With a curious look, she picked it up and shook it gently. Something thumped around inside.
With a shrug, she tucked it under her arm with the other boxes, and let herself into her apartment. She set her things on the counter, kicked off her shoes, then went to change into her pyjamas. It was unlikely Chat Noir would visit two nights in a row, so she pulled on a threadbare, oversized t-shirt.
Re-entering the living room, she plucked up the strange box, and sat on the lounge to open it. Inside was a doll, beautifully crafted to look just like her, right down to her freckles and the clothes she typically wore.
'What's that?' Tikki enquired, from the countertop.
'I think it's a gift,' Marinette replied, turning the doll around and around. Curious, she pulled up its blouse to see it wore a bra which looked just like her favourite one. With a feeling of growing concern, she tugged on the waistband of its pants to see matching pink panties.
Tikki was looking over her shoulder, now. 'That's really creepy.'
Marinette nodded. 'Creepy, but harmless. It's no secret pink is my favourite colour. All the same, I think I'll just put it back in here for now,' she said, putting the doll back in the box. After a moment's hesitation, she retied the twine as well.
'Ask Adrien if he saw anyone hanging around here next time you see him,' suggested Tikki.
With an agreeing nod, Marinette kicked the box under the coffee table, then went to get ready for bed.
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