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I Spy	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 38982 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chat Noir rushed through his patrol that night, cursing the men who tried to hold up a convenience store. He gave the three men a slap upside the head each in his fit of pique. They glared back at him, but were unable to do any more as they were bound with an extension cable and gaffer tape.
He left once he made his report to the police, heading straight for Marinette's balcony. Like before, she was sprawled over her bed, almost glowing in the small amount of light that filtered into her room. She was as naked as the day she was born, both hands covered by gloves as they worked against her clit.
The way she positioned her arms pushed her breasts together. They rose and fell as her breathing turned heavy. Judging by how dry she was at the dark juncture between her legs, and the lack of sweat everywhere else, Chat Noir surmised she must have only just started.
She trailed one hand over her belly and thighs, raising gooseflesh as she went. She smiled and hummed as she found her rhythm, moisture gathering at her opening.
'Chat,' she murmured, tilting her head back.
Chat Noir's mouth hung open as he watched.
Marinette hummed again. 'Adrien,' she breathed.
Chat Noir was astounded. Marinette fantasised about Chat Noir and Adrien. Together. He was sorry to disappoint her, they were only one person, not two who could pleasure her simultaneously. He watched avidly as she worked her dampness across her clit, rubbing in tight circles. Her hips began to rock with her hands, her moans coming out louder as she moved.
Still, Chat Noir watched, mouth open and eyes wide. Too late, he noticed the drop of saliva hanging dangerously from his lip. It fell, hitting her lower abdomen.
Marinette stilled and opened her eyes.
They stared at each other for a heart stopping moment. Chat Noir was certain she was going to scream and cry, but he had frozen, unable to turn away from the beautiful train wreck he had created.
Marinette blushed and curled her hands up against her chest, her legs closing and turning aside as she stared back at him with wide eyes. Chat Noir thought he ought not have found that as sexy as he did, but Mariette was straddling the line between perfect innocence and debauched seductress. Chat Noir gulped.
Slowly, almost shyly, Marinette peeled off her gloves. She was yet to break eye-contact with him. 'Do you want to kiss me?' she whispered.
'Yes,' he replied in a voice he didn't recognise.
Marinette shuddered at the sound before slowly lifting her hands to him. 'I want you to kiss me.'
'As my Princess commands,' he replied, huskily. He slithered through the hatch, careful not to land on her, and stretched out alongside her, against the wall.
Marinette turned to him, reaching over to gently grasp his face. They both leaned in.
Her lips were warm and soft, barely touching his own at first, as if she were unsure. Chat Noir kissed back just as tenderly, afraid of scaring her. Then, she rolled onto her back, Chat Noir following automatically.
Disliking the awkward angle, Chat Noir moved to hover over her, bracing his elbows on the bed on either side of her head. He nudged her knees apart with his so he could settle comfortably between them. Satisfied, he began kissing her in earnest, a low purr rumbling in his throat as he slid his tongue into her mouth. They were clumsy at first, neither of them well practised in the finer arts of kissing, but they improved as they went, discovering what worked and what didn't, each other's likes and dislikes.
Chat Noir had not forgotten that Marinette was naked. He just wanted to focus on getting kissing right before he moved on, if she permitted him. His mind flashed back to previous times he had spied on her. How her sweat had covered her body. He pulled back for a moment, before kissing along her jaw and licking down her throat.
He kissed, licked, and gently nibbled her breast before she tugged sharply on his hair. He growled as he lifted himself up on his elbows, staring down at her with dark and wild eyes.
Marinette stared back, eyes as wide as before. 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt - '
'Do that again,' Chat Noir ordered, his breath turning heavy.
Marinette gently tugged on his hair. Chat Noir growled again, tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. 'Harder,' he demanded.
Marinette yanked on his hair, pulling his head back even further. Chat Noir groaned.
Marinette let out a breathy giggle. 'I didn't know you had a hair pulling kink.'
Chat Noir looked back at her with fully dilated pupils. 'Neither did I,' he admitted.
Marinette pouted. 'I've dreamt about you, this, for so long. I want to feel your skin against mine.'
Chat Noir smirked. 'As you command. Plagg, Partial Detransformation.'
Green light flashed. Suddenly he was as naked as she, except for his cat ears, the mask, now-fingerless gloves, and his belt.
Marinette's eyes widened as they travelled down what she could see of his torso. 'I didn't know they could do that,' she murmured.
'Trade secret,' Chat Noir explained with a wink.
Marinette took hold of the hair by his human ears and guided him down to resume kissing. He was happy to comply, as now he could let his hands rove over her body and touch her skin, as she was touching his.
He felt his cock twitch. The movement startled Marinette; she broke away and looked down the length of his body as if she could see it. Chat Noir chuckled lowly, pulling her attention back to him.
'Sorry. It has a mind of its own,' he told her.
She bit her lip. 'I didn't know they did that,' she admitted, a blush lighting up her cheeks.
Chat Noir kissed her again. 'Don't think about that. It's not something you have to worry about.' He began kissing her breasts again. She gasped as his tongue slid over her nipple. 'You don't want to make love with me?' she asked, sounding vulnerable.
Chat Noir shook his head. 'There's nothing I want more. It's just too soon. I don't want to push you into anything you may not be ready for.'
'Oh, ok,' she agreed.
Chat Noir smirked up at her before continuing to kiss down her belly, lower and lower.
Marinette gasped when he reached her pubic hair. 'What're you doing?'
'I want to kiss you. Is that ok?'
Marinette nodded, still blushing down to the swell of her breasts. Smiling, Chat Noir resumed trailing kisses down her body. The scent of her arousal was heady and strong, but not unpleasant. He growled low in his throat as he lifted her leg to kiss her inner thigh, licking and kissing as he slowly moved closer to her pussy.
Marinette whined. 'Chat,' she complained.
Chat Noir rested on his elbows, her knees resting on his shoulders. He smirked up at her. 'Yes?'
Marinette frowned back at him. 'Are you just going to tease me all night?'
'I wouldn't dream of it, Princess.' He lowered his head, and spread her lips with his fingers. Unsure of how best to please her, he kissed her like he had kissed her mouth, employing his tongue to stimulate her clit. The taste was unlike anything he'd encountered before, and wouldn't know how to describe it if he tried.
Marinette collapsed against her pillows with a gasp and a muffled cry. She pulled a pillow over her face as Chat Noir concentrated on her clit, lipping and sucking, stroking it with his tongue. Marinette's cries grew louder as her legs twitched convulsively around his head. Feeling bold, he swiped his tongue from her anus right up to the hood of her clit. Marinette squeaked at the sensation, but didn't complain. She was panting heavily, her hips shuddering as she tried to control herself.
Chat Noir traced the edges of her opening with a finger. She groaned again as he slid one finger inside while he continued to tongue her clit. She was hot, and extremely wet. His finger glided in right up to the knuckle. He didn't know what he expected the inside of a vagina to feel like, but the sensation was weird. It wasn't smooth, but textured. He pumped his finger, feeling her sides and experimenting as he curled the finger up inside her.
Marinette hummed appreciatively.
Feeling he was dropping his game, Chat Noir redoubled his efforts with his mouth. His jaw and neck began to ache, but Marinette had just begun to writhe, a high pitched keen escaping her throat.
Chat Noir's cock was fully erect, now. It rubbed against Marinette's sheets, begging to be touched. He was just about to reach down and start jacking off when Marinette grabbed his hair. He snarled when she pulled his head up, but followed obediently as she tugged him back up her body.
She sat up a little, meeting Chat Noir half way, before she gripped his shoulders and shoved him down onto his back. He blinked up at her in surprise as she moved to straddle his hips.
'My turn, Kitty,' she said as she lowered herself over his dick. Slowly, she dragged her pussy along his shaft, coating him with her wetness. Chat Noir's gasp trailed off into a moan as he gripped her hips and guided her motions. She let him control her movements, bracing her hands on his chest to keep upright. Chat Noir liked having her hands splayed over his chest.
Eventually, his hands travelled up her sweat slicked body to cup her breasts. He massaged them, squeezed gently, and enjoyed the feeling of her nipples sliding between his fingers. As he had surmised, they fit perfectly in his palm.
Marinette moaned, letting her head fall back as she continued to grind. She pressed harder, forcing a grunt from Chat Noir. His cock twitched again, looking for release.
Chat Noir reached around Marinette, grabbing her arse with both hands. He kneaded the flesh while guiding her, curling in on himself as he felt his climax draw near.
'Not going to last much longer,' he grunted.
Marinette arched her back, grinding her clit along his cock. Eyeing her greedily, Chat Noir sat up and sloppily kissed her neck, licked her breasts, and kept one hand on her arse while the other tangled in her hair. Her arms wrapping around his head to hold him in place.
Marinette shuddered, her moans picking up volume. Chat Noir's hips jerked up to meet her thrusts. The hand groping her arse slid down between her cheeks to tease her hole before moving further still. He fingered her from behind as she began to buck. Her juices were flowing thick and steady, coating his fingers and cock, and dripping over his balls.
Marinette came first, clenching around his fingers as more of her juices flowed. Chat Noir followed soon after, shooting a stream of cum between them. It splatted their chests and clung, thick and sticky.
As Marinette leaned back a little, Chat Noir saw his cum coating her breasts, a drop hanging off one nipple. He groaned as he came a second time, adding to the mess, before falling back on the pillows, spent.
Marinette giggled. He opened a hazy eye to admire her. She had never looked more beautiful.
She stroked his face. 'You look incredible,' she crooned as she leaned down to press her breasts against his chest.
Chat Noir purred. 'You look perfect,' he replied, running a finger down her waist.
Marinette stretched out on top of him. 'How so?'
'I like the sight of you covered in my,' Chat Noir coughed and trailed off, realising what he was saying.
Marinette hummed a questioning note, a corner of her lips tilting up in a smirk.
Chat Noir looked away, a blush spreading across his face. 'Never mind.'
'I think I understand,' Marinette said, tapping his chin to encourage him to look back at her. 'You're a possessive kitty, aren't you? You like the idea of leaving something of yourself on me. You want me to smell like you so other boys wont come sniffing around.'
'How did you know that?' he asked, mildly surprised. Marinette was an intelligent girl; it would be foolish to underestimate her.
Marinette shrugged before snuggling up under his chin. 'Can you stay for a little while longer?'
'You're a dangerous woman, you know that? I'll stay until you fall asleep.'
Marinette stretched up to peck his throat. 'Thank you,' she murmured.
'Any time,' Chat Noir replied, kissing the top of her head.
In moments, her breath had evened out and she was asleep. Chat Noir eased her off of him, before taking a moment to admire her. His cum was drying out over her breasts and stomach. He trailed a hand lightly over her curves, brushing away some of the flakes. He disliked the thought of her washing his scent off in the morning, but it was unavoidable. At least for tonight, she was his.

Adrien couldn't keep his eyes off Marinette. The way her hair swayed, her breasts bounced, the brightness of her smile, it was hypnotic. Her skirt fluttered about her thighs, teasing as the breeze lifted the hem. Adrien had to cover a smirk at the knowledge that her skirt was the same shade of pink as her nipples. She was radiant today. Adrien gave himself a mental pat on the back.
'Dude, you have it so bad,' Nino chuckled. 'You've been staring at her all day with that dopey look. Even Kim has noticed,' he jerked a thumb over his shoulder at Kim, where he stood with Max.
Adrien shrugged. 'What can I say? She's smart, beautiful, and a good person.'
'Yeah, she's the whole package. Now, go ask her out,' Nino said, giving Adrien's shoulder a shove.
Adrien looked wistfully across the courtyard. Marinette was laughing at something Alix had said.
'I'd love to, but I'm still hung up on Ladybug. Besides, what if Marinette has found someone new?'
Nino shook his head. 'She hasn't. I can say that with certainty.'
Adrien bit his lip and looked away.
'Look, all I'm saying is give it a try. She'll go for it.'
Adrien's shoulders hunched. 'I'll think about it, all right?'
Nino threw his head back with an exaggerated sigh. 'That's all you've been doing. Take action, Man.'
'I will, but in my own time.'
'Well, you might want to hurry it up. That party we've been talking about for weeks is happening soon, and Luka's going to be there.'
Adrien blanched. 'Luka? You're not serious.'
Nino held his hands out, helplessly. 'Said he needs to keep an eye on his baby sister.'
Adrien snorted. 'Yeah, right. Juleka doesn't need superpowers to freeze a man where he stands.'
Nino laughed, then his expression turned sombre. 'Word is, he still has a thing for Marinette.'
Something dark and ugly surged in Adrien's chest. Nino took a step back, holding his hands up.
'Whoa, calm down there, Buddy. It's only a rumour.'
Coming back to himself, Adrien took a deep breath. 'Right. Sorry. Don't know what came over me.'
Nino gave him a sceptical look as the bell for afternoon classes rang.

There was another akuma attack after school. Unlike the last, it was big, savage, and took a long time to defeat. It wasn't until after dark when Chat Noir was making his way home. Now, it was a race against the weather, rather than his miraculous. Thunderheads had rolled over the city, bringing cold winds and heavy rain. Chat Noir disliked getting wet, and he was already soaked.
As he was sailing over the park, he saw a figure huddled under a tree at the far end. Looking closer, he saw it was Marinette, soggy, miserable, and bedraggled. He pivoted on the spot and headed over to her.
'What're you doing out at this late hour, and in the rain, no less?' he asked, leaning an elbow on the tree trunk.
Marinette looked up at him, wide eyed and shivering, her arms hugging her body. She was still wearing her pink skirt and white t-shirt. Her clothes clung to her body, the top now transparent, revealing a lacy, white bra.
'Got caught up doing stuff,' she murmured through chattering teeth.
Chat Noir wondered what she could've been up to without her schoolbag, but didn't ask. Instead, he pulled her into his arms, rubbing warmth into her back. She leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed, wrapping her arms around his waist.
'You're freezing,' Chat Noir observed with a frown, still rubbing her back.
Marinette peered up at him with an impish glint in her eyes. 'Would you warm me up?'
Chat Noir smirked. He ran his hands down her back and over her rear, cupping her arse as he hoisted her up. He then pinned her against the tree, supporting her weight on his knee. 'Like this?'
Marinette rocked forward a little as she grasped his hair. 'More like this,' she explained, pulling him in for a kiss.
Chat Noir growled as he returned the kiss. She closed her teeth over his lower lip, and let it slide out as she pulled back. She then leaned in again, stroking his tongue with hers. Chat Noir purred appreciatively and Marinette giggled.
As they kissed, Chat Noir let his hands roam over her thighs, up her body and over her breasts. She pushed her chest out and he squeezed lightly. She hummed as she curled her arms around his neck, holding him close. Chat Noir wove his arms behind her, letting his hands drift down until they held her arse. He then dragged them down her legs, then slid them up until they cupped her rear under her skirt. His claws snagged on her underwear.
Chat Noir huffed out a displeased grunt while Marinette laughed at him. Lifting her off his knee, he lowered Marinette down until she stood on her own. The difference in height forced them to stop kissing, and Marinette pouted up at him.
Chat Noir leered at her before kneeling between her feet. He reached up, under Marinette's skirt, and began tugging her damp panties down.
Marinette raised an eyebrow, but daintily stepped out of the garment when it reached her ankles. Chat Noir hung them by a leg hole over his wrist and grinned up at Marinette again. Carefully, he raised the hem of her skirt and stuck his head underneath. Marinette gasped, forced to widen her legs to accommodate the width of his shoulders. Chat Noir placed her left leg over his back, and helping her balance by holding her right hip tight.
He kissed her lips gently, at first. Then, he was running his tongue through her folds, sucking and licking her clit in earnest. Marinette's gasp ended in a moan. Chat Noir lapped eagerly as her juices began to flow, her chilled flesh warming quickly.
As he worked, Chat Noir felt his cock harden and slide out of his suit. It was cold out, but the sounds and flavours Marinette gave him kept him hot, hard, and wanting. He gave Marinette's clit a particularly sharp suck and she shouted, her legs wobbling and giving way. She collapsed into his lap, leaning against the tree and staring at him with dark, lust hazed eyes.
'My beautiful Princess,' Chat Noir crooned, stroking the side of her face. 'Get on your knees, Sweetheart,' he ordered.
Marinette nodded and wobbled into a kneel, her mouth hanging open a little.
'That is a glorious sight, but not what I had in mind. Turn around and bend over.'
Marinette fell to all fours and crawled in a tight circle until her back was to him.
'Much better,' Chat Noir praised her. He delicately lifted her skirt and lay it over her back, exposing her bare arse. He licked his lips as he placed his cock between her arse cheeks and began rocking. Marinette moaned and arched her spine, her arse tilting up a little more. Chat Noir pressed her cheeks in on his cock, the slid his hands down her back to grip her shoulders, while still slowly rubbing his dick along her arse crack.
He let his hands drift to her belly, pushing her top up, and out the way, to grope her breasts, claws lightly pricking her flesh. He tugged her bra down and rolled her nipples between his fingers.
'Chat,' Marinette panted, with a needy whine.
'You've been a good girl. So patient.' Chat Noir gave her breasts a last squeeze before straightening. Grabbing his cock, he angled it toward Marinette's dripping pussy. She shuddered, a debauched groan ripping out of her. Chat Noir rubbed himself against her, moving faster and faster as they both felt their orgasms approaching.
His hips met her rear with a slap with each thrust, and the slick smacking sounds as his cock moved against her opening was enough to push him over the edge. He came, a noise half way between a grunt and a shout tore out of his throat, cum splattering over Marinette's pussy, and down her arse crack.
Chat Noir stayed where he was, waiting for Marinette to finish. When she remained silent, he took the initiative and licked a firm line from her clit to her anus. Marinette tipped forward with a startled yelp. Her elbows gave out, and her top half collapsed into the mud. She remained there, her arse up and inviting, tits pushed into the soft ground, face turned to her left as she panted heavily.
'Now there's a sight,' Chat Noir sighed. He leaned forward and ate Marinette out, tasting himself. The action was so lewd he felt heat surge through his cock, though it remained flaccid.
He pushed his face into Marinette's arse, swirling his tongue around her anus before moving down, licking her opening and sucking her clit. He had to push on her backside to reach, bending her spine to an almost impossible angle, and forcing her face and breasts deeper into the mud, but her building orgasm told Chat Noir he was doing the right thing.
Marinette came with a scream, covered by a timely roll of thunder, as Chat Noir stuck his tongue into her opening. Her juices surged, coming out in a squirt, when he pulled back. Chat Noir groaned, giving her oversensitive clit a few more licks as she shuddered around him.
'Please. I can't,' Marinette begged, ragged and breathless.
Chat Noir gave each side of her arse a little kiss. 'Such a good girl. I didn't think you were a screamer, but there we have it.'
Marinette 's hips fell to one side as she covered her face with her hands. 'Stop,' she complained.
Reluctantly, Chat Noir tucked his dick back into his pants. Marinette still lay in a muddy puddle before him, tits and pussy exposed.
Chat Noir fixed her clothing as much as he could, before scooping her up and cradling her against his chest. 'I should take you home now.'
Marinette wound her arms around his neck and nuzzled into a spot below his chin. 'M'kay.'
It wasn't until after he got home when he realised he still had Marinette's panties draped over his wrist.

'Hey, guess what. Father's gone away for the week. I have the house to myself,' Adrien cheered when he met Nino on Thursday morning.
The look Nino gave him in return had Adrien second guessing his judgement of the other boy's character. It was a look that promised trouble.
'Dude. Hey, everyone, the party's on this Saturday at Adrien's place,' Nino hollered, hands cupped around his mouth.
Everyone within earshot shouted their approval, clapping, exchanging high-fives and whistling. Adrien buried his face in his palms. 'Why?'
Nino put his hands on his hips. 'Do you really need to ask? Your old man's gone for a whole week, and you've got the biggest house going. The real question is, why not?'
'Because Father will kill me,' Adrien replied, emphatically.
'Chill out, Bro. The party will last twelve or so hours, max. I'll even help clean up after. Your anaemic candy cane of a dad will never even know.'
Adrien tried to stifle a snicker. 'Ok, fine. You've twisted my arm. So, how does one go about throwing a party, anyway?'
Nino slung an arm over his shoulders as he led Adrien away. 'You ask an expert, my friend.'

Alya turned out to be the expert party planner. She arranged food, music, equipment, the guest list, and all the other niggling little details Adrien had no idea about. Unfortunately, over the next few days, he had no chances to spend time with Marinette or Ladybug. Nino or Alya would call at all hours, wanting to clarify details, check on the progress, or ask about preferences from food to music. As he was the host, Adrien was obliged to answer their queries with polite graciousness.
Adrien was thankful there were no akuma attacks while this happened, and that it wasn't uncommon for him to not see Marinette for days at a time. She wasn't aware of that detail, but she was a reasonable woman. She wouldn't hold his absence against him.
As he sat at his desk, working through his math homework, Adrien's mind drifted back to Marinette. It occurred to him he was being deceitful by not telling her who he is, but at the same time, he didn't want to endanger her with that knowledge. Adrien sighed as he twirled his pen between his fingers.
Plagg slept on one of Adrien's pillows. He got really cranky when his sleep was disturbed, and was not very forthcoming with useful advice, so Adrien opted not to ask him. He couldn't talk to his school friends, either, since this involved his secret identity. He could try to talk to Ladybug, but she had a firm opinion on the matter and was unlikely to be swayed, assuming he could get in touch with her.
Adrien sighed and turned his attention back to his homework. He had time to think things through, and Marinette was an intelligent, understanding woman. It would be fine, for now.

Saturday night arrived. Guests started coming in at six o'clock, and drifted through the entry hall, the dining room, and Adrien's bedroom. Gabriel's office was strictly off limits, and anyone found inside would be asked to leave the premises. A sign to that effect was taped to the door to avoid confusion.
Nino had set up in the dining room and was turning out easy tunes while the guests were arriving and mingling. Alya was bustling about, making sure everyone was fed and watered, directing newcomers to the dining room where the food was laid out along the table like a buffet. Marinette drifted from group to group, catching up on the gossip, while Adrien stood awkwardly by the front door, greeting people as they entered and thanking them for coming.
Looking around, Adrien was relieved to note that everyone else was having a good time. They talked, laughed, ate, and drank while he stood to one side like a social pariah.
'Typical,' he muttered.
Someone cleared their throat behind him. Adrien turned, only to come nose to nose with Luka
Couffaine, Juleka and Rose standing behind him.
Adrien gave him a well-practiced, polite smile. 'Hello, Luka, it's been a while. Come on in. Hey Rose, hi Juleka.'
Luka cave him a curt nod. 'Agreste,' he returned.
Juleka pushed Luka aside, dragging Rose by the wrist. She nodded a greeting and entered.
'Hi, Adrien. Thanks for having us,' Rose called as she was led inside.
Luka and Adrien stared at each other for a brief moment, Adrien's smile still in place, before Luka headed into the dining room. Adrien's smile dropped the moment Luka's back was turned.
'Is something wrong?' asked a voice by his elbow. He looked around, and down. Marinette was staring up at him with wide eyes, waiting for an answer.
Adrien shook his head with an easy smile. 'No, nothing's wrong.'
Marinette hummed, dubiously.
'Seriously, Marinette, everything's fine,' Adrien assured her, patting her shoulder.
'I know you and Luka don't get along the way you used to. Will you be all right with him here?' she asked.
'Yeah, I'll be ok. I just won't be around him at all. In a house this big, with this many people, avoiding him should be easy.'
Marinette smiled. 'Ok, as long as you're sure.'
'I am.'
Marinette looked to the floor, chewing her lip and scuffing her toe against the tiles. 'You wanna come and catch up with our collège classmates with me?'
Adrien gave her a genuine smile. 'I'd like that a lot.'
For the next couple of hours, he caught up with old friends with Marinette on his arm, smiling happily. It felt like she belonged there. He would have kissed her if he thought she would let him. He cheered up in the company of his friends, reminiscing about days gone by, and discussing plans for the future.
He was surprised to learn that Rose and Juleka were now lovers, but they kept their relationship private, except for a few close friends and family. Ivan and Mylene were as strong as ever, but were reserved in the company of others, preferring to keep their romantic life private, as well.
Max and Alix competed bitterly for Kim's attention, once he had given up on Chloe and came out as bi. Their once tight, if confusing, friendship now shattered beyond repair.
Nathaniel was looking forward to a prestigious apprenticeship after school, while Sabrina decided she wanted to be a lawyer. Lila was going back to Italy, Mireille was going all across Asia to assist in humanitarian work, and Aurore was going to pursue a career in television.
After nine o'clock, the party shifted from catching up and gossiping, to drinking and dancing. The music was louder, the people were louder still, and getting steadily drunker. Adrien lost sight of Marinette, but the next time he found her, Luka had caught her attention. He had backed her into a corner, so her focus was solely on him. He had a hand on her back and leaned in uncomfortably close. Adrien wasn't sure what irked him more, Luka's lack of respect for her personal space, or the fact that Marinette was oblivious to his machinations. He was about to insert himself into their conversation, when someone dug her talons into his arm.
'Adrikins,' Chloe squealed. 'I've been looking everywhere for you. Where have you been?'
Adrien leaned as far back as he could. The alcohol on Chloe's breath was unpleasantly strong. 'Oh, you know, around. What's new, Chlo?'
Asking was a mistake. Chloe babbled nonsense for the next forty-five minutes, during which, Adrien lost track of Marinette and Luka. As much as he trusted Marinette not to cheat on Chat Noir, he was painfully aware that they had never agreed to be exclusive. They hadn't even labelled their relationship. He hoped they were more than just fuck-buddies.
'So, now I'm naked, covered in orange paint, and demanding to speak to the manager, but all they're doing is laughing at me,' Chloe ranted.
Realising he had tuned her out, he focussed back on Chloe, hoping she hadn't noticed his rudeness. 'What did you do?'
Chloe puffed up with pride. 'I called Daddy and had that God-forsaken parlour shut down.'
Adrien's smile froze, but Chloe didn't notice. She continued her tirade until Adrien found a good enough excuse to leave.
The night wore on. People got excessively drunk, danced, puked over the terrace, and then repeated the process.
Others danced, made out in the various nooks and crannies, then not-so-subtly, took their leave, hanging off the arms of their paramours. Juleka and Rose were only one such couple, followed soon after by Ivan and Mylene.
Fights broke out, people burst into song, and someone stole a bowl of potato salad. Nino in particular was devastated by that.
It began to wind down after one in the morning. Some people had a long way to travel to get home. As people filtered out, they commended Adrien for hosting the Best Party Ever. Eventually, it was just him, Nino, Marinette, Alya, Max, Alix, Kim, Lila, and Luka.
Nino turned the music off and joined Alya in the entrance hall.
'Ok, Leftovers,' Alya announced with a sharp clap of her hands. 'Everyone who's staying the night, raise your hands.'
All hands went up.
'Excellent. Then, by default, that puts you on morning clean-up detail.'
Nino, Alix, and Kim groaned. Lila fumed silently on the edge of the group.
Alya held up her hands. 'For those of you who're staying, the party's not over yet. We still have games to play,' she added with a mischievous wink.
'I like where this is going,' Luka murmured.
Adrien scowled at him.
'There have been various sleeping arrangements set up in Adrien's room, but those aren't for our games. They're just there for when you run out of steam,' Alya continued. 'So, who wants to play?'
All hands shot up, again.
'Right. Up we go, then,' Alya announced as she headed up the stairs. They filed into Adrien's room, gasping at the size and all his equipment.
'You have arcade cabinets?' Max asked in amazement.
Adrien nodded. 'Go ahead,' he replied, holding a hand out toward the cabinets.
Max scurried over and began a game.
'That's him out of the way,' Alix grumbled.
Alya shook her head. 'The rest of you, come here and sit.' She indicated the patch of floor between the end of Adrien's bed and the back of his couch. Here, pillows and blankets had been laid out to create a comfortable place to sit. They arranged themselves in a loose circle and faced each other. Adrien claiming a seat on Marinette's left, while Luka took her right.
Alya stood up. 'First game is The Knot. All players must be close together and face inward. You all then stretch your hands toward the middle of the circle, until all hands are touching. Then, I'll ask you to close your eyes and hold another random hand, except your own, of course. You then open your eyes and figure out how to untangle the knot without letting go of the hand you’re holding. Now, stand up and shuffle. Let's make this interesting.'
They all stood and milled about as they chose new positions. As hard as he tried, Adrien couldn't get a place beside Marinette.
'Close your eyes,' Alya ordered. 'Now reach out toward the middle until our hands touch. Ok? Grab a hand, and let's see what we got.'
Adrien gripped Alya's hand. Marinette had Lila's. Nino had Kim, and Alix had Luka. Adrien could have cheered.
They manoeuvred around each other, close together and bodies sliding past one another. Adrien gave no one else any mind, but had to hold in a delighted hum when Marinette's backside brushed his crotch. Eventually, they had untangled the knot and sat back down in their original positions.
'Next, we have the Spaghetti Dance Off.' Alya announced, holding up a handful of dry spaghetti sticks.
Adrien raised a quizzical eyebrow.
'First, each player is assigned a partner randomly, by drawing lots. I'll then play a video of a dance step that you must mimic, while holding one end of a spaghetti stick in your mouth. If the spaghetti breaks while you're dancing, you'll continue to the next round, using the longer portion of the broken spaghetti stick. Each succeeding round will feature more vigorous and difficult dance steps, as you struggle to keep up, while taking care not to break the spaghetti. The couple who finishes with the longest spaghetti stick at the end of the set wins,' Alya explained. 'Now, to the lots. I'm assuming most of you are straight, or bi,' she conceded with a nod to Kim. 'So, I've put the girls names in this container, and the boys names in this container.' She held up a purple container in her right hand, then a green one in her left. She stuck a hand in each and pulled out two scraps of paper. 'Our first pair is Kim and Alix. Next is me with Adrien.' She threw him a wink. 'Next is Nino and Lila, so that means Marinette's with Luka.'
That dark, ugly thing burned in Adrien's chest again. If their spaghetti sticks broke, that would be an easy opening for Luka to take advantage of and "accidentally" kiss Marinette. Adrien scowled at the floor, fists clenched at his sides. No one noticed as they moved to stand by the TV to watch the video Alya had prepared during the day.
'Come here, Sunshine. We're going first so I can demonstrate,' called Alya as she beckoned to him.
They decided on three rounds each, and the game began. Adrien was indifferent to the idea of kissing Alya, but out of respect for Nino's feelings, he tried his best not to break the stick. They got through their first round without snapping it. He tried to cover it, but Adrien saw Nino's relieved smile.
Next up were Alix and Kim. Max had been paying attention, it seemed, as he left the gaming cabinets to watch. Alix broke the stick on purpose in an unsubtle move toward the end of their turn. Max returned to his game, fuming.
Then it was Lila's and Nino's turn. They made a decent effort and managed to avoid breaking their stick. Nino let out an audible sigh of relief, while Lila turned her nose up and returned to her spot to watch the next round.
Marinette and Luka took their places and Alya started the video. They were going well until Marinette fumbled a step and broke their stick in half. She apologised to Luka, but he dismissed her concerns with a casual wave and a hug. He smirked over Marinette's shoulder at Adrien.
The second round went much like the first, but Alya snapped her and Adrien's stick when she stumbled over her own feet. Nino accidentally snapped his as well as Lila lowered herself into a crouch while he stood up straight. They laughed at his mistake, and then moved on.
By the final round, Adrien and Alya were in the lead, followed by Nino and Lila. Alix and Kim were in third place while Marinette and Luka were in fourth. Adrien made it through the final round without accidentally kissing Alya, Nino and Lila managed as well, though they had a close call. Alix gave up all pretence, snapped the stick with her hands and pulled Kim into a passionate kiss. Max called a foul from the sidelines, but went ignored.
Adrien gulped as Marinette and Luke took their places. Their stick was only a couple of inches long, so they stood, nose to nose, as the music began. Marinette made a commendable effort, but it was a sly trick from Luka that had her lips touching his. Luka grinned and pressed firmly against Marinette, kissing her without tongue, but was by no means chaste. Marinette pulled away with a squeak and a blush as Luka laughed good naturedly.
The ugly beast within Adrien snarled.
Alya called for a drink break then, citing they needed to stay hydrated.
'Except this is alcoholic, so it's like the opposite of hydrating,' Kim pointed out.
'Ok, fine, I'm keeping you all slightly pissed, then. Whatever,' Alya retorted.
'Mine's actually just water,' Marinette whispered in Adrien's ear, holding up her glass as proof.
Adrien chuckled. 'Great minds think alike,' he replied, showing her his own glass.
Next, Alya introduced the No Laughing Game. In this game, the Alya would show each player something funny. It could be a funny photo, a funny video, a funny story, or an impersonation. The players must not laugh or smile under any circumstances. Anyone who couldn’t maintain a poker face must pick their punishment from a hat. The punishments were dares, such as kissing another player, taking a piece of clothing off, or touching someone in a particular body part. Max left his games to participate.
Unfortunately, everything Alya had was hilarious, and Adrien laughed despite himself. So far, his punishments had included prank calling Gabriel, touching Nino's backside, and removing his shirt. He was pleased to see Luka look unsettled at the sight of his six pack, while Marinette blushed to the tips of her ears.
Marinette's punishments had been sitting on the toilet while it flushed, still fully dressed, and mooning the moon. She had insisted on doing that in another room with only the girls present. Luka had pouted, claiming he was missing the most beautiful full moon in Paris. Nino had to place a restraining hand on Adrien's arm to stop him from lunging at the other boy.
Now, it was Marinette's turn again. Alya showed her something on her phone and Marinette cracked instantly. With a soft whimper, she plucked a punishment from a red, plastic bowl.
'You must kiss the person to your left,' she read. 'Not a dinky little peck on the cheek, but tongue, too. Alya,' she shrieked, her face bright red once more.
Adrien bit the inside of his cheek to keep from whooping.
Marinette glanced shyly up at him. 'Uh, Adrien. You're on my left,' she pointed out.
He turned to face her, smiling gently. 'It's ok. Just relax. It'll be quick.'
'That's what he said,' Luka muttered.
Adrien was about to glare at him when Marinette grabbed his face and pulled him in. Forgetting his surroundings, Adrien relaxed into the kiss, retuning it with as much love and care as he could, letting his hands settle on her hips as he felt Marinette's tongue stroke his own. If the others reacted, he didn't notice. Marinette let him go with a sigh, but quickly facing forward with a furious blush when she came back to herself.
The game ended when they ran out of punishments. By that time, Kim and Alix had also lost their shirts, Luka wore Lila's lipstick, and Alya was sitting in Nino's lap.
'Last game of the night, people,' Alya announced. 'I've saved the best for last. It's called Where Are Their Hands?'
They all shared concerned looks.
'It's a game I invented myself after a dream I had. Man, my imagination works, like, all the time. Two people will get into Adrien's bed and take off all their clothes.'
'Excuse me?' Adrien interrupted.
'Then, they lie close together, preferably on top of each other. Then, the rest of us have to guess where the participants have placed their hands on the other person's body. Make sense?'
'I think so,' Nino replied, dubiously.
'Great. The pairs are me and Nino, Alix and Kim, Adrien and Marinette, and Lila's with Luka. Everyone happy?'
Only Luka replied with a negative.
'Great. Nino and I will go first and show you how it's done.'
Alya grabbed Nino's hand and led him to Adrien's bed. There were more blankets on it than usual, all thick and fluffy. Alya and Nino climbed in and shuffled around, sticking their hands out to drop their clothes on the floor. Alya then rolled on top of Nino, face up, and grinned. Only their heads were visible.
'Guess where our hands are,' she called, gleefully.
The others gathered around, carefully examining the lump under the blankets.
'Are we allowed to do more than just look?' Alix asked.
'Nope. Eyes only,' Alya replied.
After a few moments, Max determined Alya's hands were on Nino's thighs. After some ribald suggestions, they finally guessed Nino's hands were on Alya's stomach. They pulled their clothes back on and got up so Alix and Kim could have their turn. Alix lay face down on top of Kim with a smirk. It took fifteen minutes to correctly guess where their hands were, to Max's growing frustration. Then Luka and Lila had their turn, Lila following Alix's example and laying face down on top of him. It took even longer to guess their positions.
'It's because they're an unknown element, and have never been romantically entangled before,' Max explained.
They were finally figured out, and then it was Marinette's and Adrien's turn. He tried to be as casual as possible, hoping to set Marinette at ease. They were the only sober people present, so Adrien did his best to help her relax. He peeled off his jeans and slid under the covers, not bothering to mention he rarely wore underwear anymore. The only person who noticed was Nino, and he gave Adrien a discreet thumbs up.
Marinette had finished shifting about and was glancing nervously between him and the wall. Adrien nudged her with his elbow and indicated the sheet he had neglected to slide under. Marinette's eyes widened as understanding dawned.
Adrien gave her a reassuring smile as he hovered over her, placing his weight on his elbows and knees, the sheet between them. Not one noticed his subterfuge.
They guessed right away that his hands were on either side of Marinette's shoulders.
'Boo, lay on her properly, you weakling,' Kim heckled.
Adrien turned to face him. 'If I did that, I'd squash her. She's such a tiny, little thing,' he laughed.
Adrien was convinced they were taking longer to figure them out on purpose. Nino ummed and ahhed, Alya tapped her chin and cocked her head thoughtfully. Lila was flipping through a magazine. Kim, Alix and Max had lost interest and were standing by the climbing wall, talking quietly among themselves. Only Luka appeared to be making an effort, lips pursed, and eyebrows furrowed. Finally, he just started naming body parts at random, hoping to hit the right one. Eventually, he guessed elbows, and the game was done. By then, Alya and Nino were making out on the couch. Kim, Max, and Alix had dragged a pile of bedding to their corner and had settled in, albeit with much giggling and slapping sounds. Lila was on the far side of the room, huddled under her own pile of blankets.
Adrien pulled his jeans back on, but remained seated on his side of the bed. Luka glared at him as Marinette retrieved her clothes and pulled them back on. Once she was dressed, Adrien fetched his remote and turned off the lights. He padded into the bathroom to brush his teeth, wash his face and change into his old flannelette pyjama pants.
As he was towelling off, there was a timid knock on the door.
'Come in,' he called.
Marinette slipped in through the slight gap she's opened. 'Um, Luka's turned in. He found a spot under the windows,' she began, staring at the floor.
Adrien nodded.
'So, I was wondering if I could. Can I. Would it be ok if I?'
'What it is? You can ask me anything, you know that, right?' Adrien encouraged, tilting her head up with a finger under her chin.
Marinette's face burned crimson. Adrien belatedly realised he was still shirtless, so he removed his hand and took a step back, nodding at her to continue.
Marinette gulped. 'Can I sleep with you?' she whispered.
The ugly beast in Adrien's chest roared. 'Did he say something to you? Did he make you uncomfortable?'
Marinette looked back at the floor. 'Nothing much. He just said if I'm cold or lonely, then he'd volunteer to warm me up.'
Adrien shook his head. 'What else?'
Marinette glanced up at him, humming a quizzical note.
'What else did he say?'
'Nothing,' Marinette replied, too quickly.
Placing his hands lightly on her shoulders, Adrien gently repeated himself. 'What did he say?'
'He really didn't say anything. He, just, tried to kiss me.' Marinette's voice had dropped below a whisper.
The beast within him wanted to claw its way out. Adrien suppressed the urge to throw Luka out a window and pulled Marinette into a hug. 'Of course you can stay with me,' he murmured into her hair. 'I'll always protect you, Princess.'
Marinette stiffened. 'What did you just call me?'
Adrien didn't see the point of trying to cover his slip of the tongue. 'Oops,' he said instead, unrepentant.
Marinette pulled back to stare up at him, but remained within the circle of his arms.
Adrien smirked down at her.
'Chat?' she gasped.
Adrien took one of her hands and brought it up to his lips. 'At your service, my Princess.' He kissed her hand softly.
Marinette could only continue to stare.
Chuckling, Adrien scooped her up and carried her over to the bed and tucked her in the side closest to the wall. He climbed in after her and lay back, holding up an arm so she could snuggle into his side.
'Unbelievable,' she murmured against his chest.
'Is it really so strange?' he asked.
'I mean, a little, yeah.'
Adrien rested his arm on her shoulder, stroking her hair absently. 'Do you want to stop seeing me?'
Marinette took a long time to answer, Adrien losing hope with each passing second.
'No,' she finally whispered. 'I just need to let it sink in.'
Adrien released the breath he had been holding. 'Let me know when you're ready,' he replied.
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