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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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The following Friday evening, Marinette prepared to go out for dinner with Alya, Adrien, and Nino. She was pleased Alya had finally popped the question, and was thrilled Nino had been so excited. She had heard three different accounts of Monday morning, and had laughed uproariously at all of them.
'What do you think Tikki, the lace mini with the long sleeves, or the red qípáo with the yoke cut-out?' She stared at the dresses, one hand cupping her chin, with her elbow resting on her other arm.
'You're the fashionista, you tell me,' Tikki quipped.
Marinette gave Tikki a sideways glare, then turned back to the clothes draped over her bed. 'Hmm, both dresses are nice, and Alya would approve of either one. But, this is her celebration dinner and it would be tacky to wear white to another person's wedding dinner party. Ok, the qípáo it is. I just better not spill anything on it.'
She slipped into the form-fitting dress, applied her makeup, and styled her hair. She took a seat on the lounge to tug her shoes on when a knock sounded on the door.
'It's Adrien,' he called through the wood. 'You nearly ready?'
Tikki zipped over and unlocked the door. Hearing the deadbolt slide, Adrien let himself in just as Marinette was getting to her feet.
She turned around to greet him with a friendly smile. 'Hey, Adrien. You look nice.'
He was wearing a green dress shirt and black slacks, with a matching tie and jacket.
Adrien's face, though, had turned an interesting shade of red. His eyes were wide and he seemed to be having trouble forming words.
Marinette felt heat rush to her cheeks. 'Do I look ok?' she asked, demurely.
'Marry me.'
Marinette stammered, her blush burning. 'Well, we're supposed to be helping Alya and Nino celebrate their upcoming nuptials. It would be gauche to steal the spotlight from them.'
Adrien's awkward flustering turned into a sly grin. 'That wasn't a no.'
Marinette cleared her throat. 'Come on, if we don't get moving, we'll be late.'
Adrien escorted her down to the car he'd borrowed from his father. The sleek BMW purred to life when he turned the ignition, and glided smoothly through town, barely bumping over uneven surfaces. Marinette was careful to brush off her shoes and keep her hands in her lap, scared of dirtying the interior.
'So,' Adrien began, breaking the silence. 'In the event we do get wed, would you be terribly opposed to the idea of me taking your name?'
Marinette choked on her own saliva. 'What? I suppose not,' she stuttered. She could have kicked herself; she was not supposed to be thinking like that when she had Chat Noir waiting for her.
Tikki poked her head out of Marinette's purse. 'Your children will be beautiful,' she contributed, dreamily.
'Talented too,' Adrien added with a grin. 'Do you have any ideas for names?'
Tikki thumped her arms against the purse excitedly. 'She's had names picked out since she was fifteen,' she squealed.
Marinette clamped a finger over Tikki's mouth. 'Shush,' she ordered, feeling hot from the tips of her ears to her shoulders.
'But I want to hear the names,' whined Adrien.
Phasing through Marinette's hands, Tikki moved to hover beside Adrien's headrest.
'She wants two boys and a girl, named Emma, Louis, and Hugo.'
Adrien's teasing smile softened. 'That sounds amazing. How soon would you like to get started?'
Her arms flailing, Marinette failed to express a coherent response. Frustrated and embarrassed, she lapsed into silence, ignoring Adrien and Tikki as they continued to talk of domestic bliss.
Did I even introduce those two? She thought, bemused. They seem to get along effortlessly, and he's not even freaked out by Tikki.
Unsure if she had made formal introductions, Marinette took the opportunity to set aside her embarrassment and introduce them. To his credit, Adrien took Tikki's presence in stride, and only questioned her purpose a little. Tikki answered him politely, then they went back to discussing white picket fences and two point five children.
Finally, they pulled up at the restaurant and a valet took the car away for them. They were ushered inside and there they met with Alya and Nino.
They greeted each other with hugs and kisses before sitting down.
Nino held out his left hand proudly. 'Check out this kick arse ring,' he told them.
On his ring finger sat a rose gold wedding band, the raised face decorated with blue enamel music notes.
'It's lovely,' Marinette crooned.
Adrien took Nino's hand, bringing it to his face for closer inspection. 'Awesome, Bro. It really suits you, too. I never would've guessed you'd go with rose gold, Alya.'
'It suits his skin tone,' she shrugged. 'It wasn't hard to have it commissioned, either.'
Nino looked at her with soft eyes and a tender smile. 'I love you, Alya.'
Alya returned his expression. 'I love you too, even though you didn't even notice the inscription.'
Alarmed, Nino tugged the ring off, then turned it around and around as he tried to find the message. He finally located it on the inner circle of the band. 'DJ-Wifi for ever.'
Marinette laughed aloud. 'Your old ship name from lycée, really?'
'I think it's very suitable,' Adrien said, with a nod. 'For ever indeed.'
He then raised his glass, the others following his lead.
'Congratulations, guys. May your futures be blessed with wealth and happiness. A votre santé.'
Smiling, Marinette, Alya, and Nino replied, 'à la vôtre.'
Marinette had a lovely evening catching up with her closest friends. It felt like she hardly got to see Alya anymore, since life kept getting in the way. She took the time that night to enjoy their company and forget her troubles. Alya and Nino deserved her full attention, and not have a dampener on their evening brought on by her unhappiness.
For their sakes, she smiled and laughed. She ate her meal with enthusiasm, and drank a little more wine than she should have.
The room spun when she finally rose to leave. Adrien placed a discreet hand around her elbow and escorted her outside after he'd paid for them all.
'Thanks for coming out, Girl,' Alya said, wrapping Marinette in a tight embrace, while Adrien and Nino said their farewells.
She hugged her back, partially to reciprocate, and because she needed to maintain her balance. 'It was my pleasure. I'm so happy for you guys. No one deserves this happiness more than you. Name your first born after me.'
Alya giggled, then drew back. Then Marinette hugged Nino, while Adrien said his goodbyes to Alya.
Their car was pulled around first, leaving Marinette and Adrien to wave from the footpath as they drove away. Then, their slick, black BMW was brought around for them. They nodded politely to the valet, Adrien giving the man a generous tip, then they drove down the street.
He spoke lightly of the evening as they drove, happy to keep the conversational momentum going on his own, while Marinette closed her eyes against the relentless spinning.
They pulled up at their building, Adrien making a call for someone to come and collect the car, rather than leave it parked on the street all night. Once it was reclaimed by the large man Adrien addressed as Gorilla, he helped her up from her seat on the stoop, and led her inside.
They had lapsed into a comfortable silence, which was only broken when they exited the elevator.
Marinette cried out when her heel caught in the gap between the elevator floor, and the floor of the hallway. She tipped forward, but was saved from falling in an undignified heap when Adrien caught her.
'Careful there,' he told her. 'Floors are notoriously tricky.'
'Sabotage, I say,' Marinette grumbled, as she regained her footing.
Once her feet were under her, Marinette looked up to thank Adrien for his assistance. She gulped when she realised how close they were.
Slightly flushed, he looked back down at her with dilated pupils, and licked his lips.
Marinette felt her mouth dry out.
Then, Adrien leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips.
He pulled away to gauge her response, then kissed her again. Marinette gasped against his lips, and he took the opportunity to stroke her tongue with his.
With a tiny mewl, she kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. Cupping her rear, Adrien lifted her up, and pushed her against the wall beside her door, his lips never leaving hers. A portion of her mind marvelled at his strength, how he'd picked her up almost effortlessly, and kept holding her up.
His kisses were intoxicating, and burned her skin as he moved up her jaw and down her throat. His tongue was warm and wet, and as skilled as Chat Noir's.
Marinette gasped, and shoved against Adrien's chest, pushing him away as her feet touched the floor, her skirt falling back to a modest length.
'Marinette, what's wrong?' he asked, his brow furrowed in concern.
She couldn't look at him. 'I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I can't do this.'
'Hey, it's ok. Did I do something wrong?'
Shaking her head, she felt tears prick her eyes as she wrapped her arms about herself. 'No, it's not you. You didn't do anything wrong. It's me. It's all on me.'
Adrien placed his hands on her shoulders. 'Come on, talk to me. Tell me what's upsetting you.'
Marinette bit her lip and turned away. 'I'm involved with someone else,' she murmured.
She felt him straighten up and stiffen in surprise.
'You're serious about this guy?'
She nodded. 'A bit.'
'You're exclusive?'
Sha shook her head. 'We never properly labelled what we are, and he even said that you could be my "free pass," since he'd dubbed you my celebrity crush.'
'Then, may I ask what's holding you back now?'
'It feels like cheating,' she whispered.
Adrien was silent for a long moment, but his hands on her shoulders remained firm. 'I hope he knows how lucky he is to have you,' he finally said. 'You're a remarkable woman, Marinette.'
He lead forward and pressed a chaste kiss to her forehead, then stepped back and let her go. She looked up at him with wide eyes, to see him smiling gently at her.
'Regardless, if you ever need anything, I'm right over here. Just call, and I'll come running. Good night, Marinette. Sweet dreams.'
He turned to unlock his door, then waited while she dug out her keys and let herself into her own apartment. He stayed where he was until she had her door locked behind her, the echo of his own door closing faint through the panelling.
Tikki flew out of her purse and crossed her arms. 'You idiot.'
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