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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 made her way home in a dreamy haze. True to his word, Adrien had sought her out during the day, and took advantage of her private studio. With a smirk and barely any effort required, he had flipped up her pleated miniskirt and bent her over her worktable, tearing a hole in her underwear for faster access.
He’d fucked her hard and fast while rubbing her off, making her orgasm quickly. Then, he’d turned her back around, sat her on the table and fingered her while he sucked on her breasts. Rather than undressing her, he had unfastened a few buttons, then had tugged her blouse open, and her bra down. Thus exposed, he left hickeys all over her soft skin.
Even though she was sated, Adrien kept going. He knelt between her legs, pulled her ruined panties down her thighs, and left them to dangle from one ankle while he ate her out.
Marinette had collapsed onto the table, her hands clamped over her mouth, while she shuddered and twitched around him.
It wasn’t until she’s orgasmed for the third time when he ceased his relentlessness. He’d come up and sighed at the debauched image she made, promising a repeat performance whenever she was ready.
Then, he’d claimed her ruined panties as his prize, and left.
Marinette had spent the remainder of the day keenly aware of her bare arse under her short skirt, self-consciously tugging it down to avoid giving everyone a peek.
Adrien had finished work before her today and was undoubtedly at home, planning how to ravish her next. Wetness tickled her skin at the mere thought.
Wouldn’t you think a fashion house would have spare underwear laying around, she thought, hoping no one could see the wet trail under her hem. Or, at least have the fabric to spare so I could make myself something.
Unfortunately, Gabriel’s kept a close eye on their inventory, and anyone caught stealing supplies were dealt with harshly. Marinette sighed, and tugged her skirt down once more.
She darted quickly into her apartment and showered, then put on fresh panties and a dress.
No sense in putting on much more if Adrien was only going to tear it off her later.
She was brushing her hair and walking by her balcony door when a terrific boom, and a blinding light followed by searing heat, exploded to her immediate left.
With a scream, Marinette was thrown back. She struck the wall and slumped down, fire erupting from her couch. Glass shattered, and smoke was spreading rapidly through her apartment.
Her front door burst open as Adrien charged in, looking around wildly until he found her. His eyes widened when he saw her. He rushed over, scooped her up, and ran to the stairs, pulling the fire alarm as he went.
A long, wailing siren pierced the air. Residents stuck their heads out of their homes curiously, until Adrien shouted for them to evacuate the building immediately.
What followed was a panicked exodus as everyone fled to safety. People tripped on the stairs, were separated from loved ones, or were trampled in the stampede. Marinette watched them flee with wide, damp eyes from the safety of Adrien’s arms. In amongst the crowd in the stairwell, Nathaniel’s stricken face stood out, pale and drawn. She briefly wondered why he was there, her rattled mind catching on the tangent.
Only Adrien’s roar called the masses to order. He shouted for them to remain calm, that their panicked scrambling was only making things worse. In a moment, the people were filing out in a more orderly fashion, though no less scared.
Throughout it all, Marinette clung to Adrien, her face buried in his shoulder. Her left arm throbbed, her calf hot and aching, and she was sure her hair was singed. Her pulse raced, and her mind wouldn’t focus on anything other than to hold on to Adrien.
Soon, he had carried her out into fresh air, their neighbours milling around the street and looking up at the fire billowing from her apartment.
Fire engine and ambulance sirens came ever closer. Adrien directed everyone to stand on the opposite side of the street lest there be an accident on the road.
Finally, the emergency vehicles pulled up, their passengers leaping into action. Firefighters reeled out their hose, while paramedics began herding people away from the activity and sorted them by need.
Apart from a few scrapes and bruises, none of the other residents were seriously hurt. They were patched up on the scene and sent on their way. Marinette, however, was sent to the hospital for observation after Adrien informed them it was her apartment which had exploded.
He rode in the ambulance with her, holding her uninjured hand while the paramedics treated her minor burns and asked simple questions to test her cognitive abilities.
Once she was admitted to hospital, staff there called her family.
Tom and Sabine rushed into the room she shared with five other people, their faces pale and distraught. Adrien remained in the lobby after directing them to her room.
‘Sweetie, are you ok?’ Sabine asked quietly, running her hands and eyes over Marinette.
‘I’m ok, just a little toasted,’ she replied, patting Sabine’s hand in reassurance.
Tom harrumphed. ‘If she’s cracking jokes, she must be doing all right. What happened?’
‘That’s what we’d like to know,’ a police officer interjected, as a doctor accompanied him to Marinette’s bedside.
She recognised him as one of the policemen she had spoken to previously, his once affable exterior now drawn into a severe frown.
‘Excuse me, Madame and Monsieur, could you leave for a moment while I speak with Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng?’ he asked, though it did not sound like a request.
Tom and Sabine cast worried looks over their shoulders as they shuffled out. The doctor drew the privacy screen around Marinette’s bed, giving them the illusion of isolation.
‘Can you tell me what happened?’ the policeman went on, once Tom and Sabine were out of earshot.
Marinette explained to the best of her recollection. He nodded and took notes, then gave Tom and Sabine permission to come back in.
‘The firemen say the device used to start the blaze was a crudely made bomb, apparently set on a timer,’ the officer told them all.
‘A bomb?’ Tom and Sabine exclaimed, simultaneously.
The officer turned to them. ‘Yes, it seems someone had been harassing Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng for some weeks now. However, now they’ve escalated to attempted murder.’
Both of her parents turned to her with twin reproving expressions, ashen as they were.
‘Marinette, what has been going on?’ Sabine asked, with deliberate slowness.
She shrank down, hiding behind hunched shoulders, but it was the police officer who answered.
Tom and Sabine listened, their expressions morphing into horror the more they heard.
Finally, the doctor took over. ‘Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng will remain here overnight to make sure her lungs are clear, and that her burns are properly treated. While not severe, we would still like to avoid infection if possible. A nurse will be in shortly to check your bandages.’ With that, the doctor tipped her head and departed.
The policeman gave them all a level stare. ‘This is an active investigation, so I must insist you refrain from discussing it, even amongst yourselves. Make no mention of it at work, online, or to your friends. It’s imperative your statements remain free of each other’s influence, understand?’
They all murmured their agreement, then the police officer left as well.
Sabine turned back to Marinette with worried eyes. ‘Why didn’t you tell us?’
Marinette shrugged, staring at her hands as she wrung them in her lap. ‘I don’t know. I guess I just didn’t want you to worry.’
‘Well, your apartment’s a disaster. You should move back in with us,’ Sabine told her.
‘That won’t be necessary,’ Adrien interrupted smoothly as he entered. Letting the privacy curtain fall back into place, he gave Tom and Sabine an easy smile. ‘It would be troublesome to move all her things back home, so she can just pack the things she’ll need and stay with me, if she wants.’
‘Don’t you live right across the hall?’ asked Tom, one brow raised. ‘That’s no safer than if she just stayed in her own place.’
‘I assure you, she’s safer with me than just about anywhere else,’ he rebutted.
They continued to argue over her while the nurse changed her dressings, talking as if she weren’t there. The nurse spared her a sympathetic smile and a pat on her uninjured hand.
‘Excuse me, Madame and Messieurs, but there are other patients in this room who require rest. Please take your discussion elsewhere,’ she told them, reprovingly.
Looking properly abashed, the three of them bade their farewells to Marinette and picked up their argument in the waiting room.
Marinette exhaled gustily once they were gone. Left in peace, she sat back and tried to relax, but dread gnawed at her insides.

Marinette was released the following afternoon. Adrien offered to escort her out, but Tom declined and walked her out himself. Adrien was left standing by the hospital’s front door, looking forlorn, as Tom drove Marinette back to the bakery.
‘I appreciate your concern, Papa, but I think I’d prefer to stay with Adrien,’ she said.
Tom, his eyes fixed on the road, shook his head. ‘No. that place is no longer safe, and I won’t take any more risks leaving you there. What kind of father would I be if I let my little girl return to a place where a homicidal maniac could find her?’
Marinette sighed and rested her head against the passenger window. Arguing would do no good, and her arm and leg pulsed uncomfortably. Though her burns were minor, they still hurt, and would force her to take a few days off work.
Adrien had already explained her injuries to her managers, but only Mathéo got the full story.
Adrien relayed that Mathéo had been concerned and sympathetic to her needs, and assured them that she still had a month’s worth of sick leave built up. With one less concern, Marinette could focus on getting better. It was cold comfort.
Tom pulled up at the bakery and helped Marinette limp upstairs. Adrien had asked the officers inspecting her apartment if he could pack some essentials for her, then had carted his findings to the hospital for her. Tom carried that bag in his free hand as if it weighed nothing, then took it up to her old room while Marinette rested on the lounge.
Sabine set down a tray of Marinette’s favourite foods on the coffee table. ‘Here you go, my Darling. I have to help your father downstairs, but give a shout if you need anything.’
Marinette offered a weak smile. ‘Thanks, Maman.’
Sabine nodded in satisfaction, then bustled off.
Alone once more, Marinette heaved a gusty sigh and slumped back against the cushions.

After spending a sleepless night in her childhood bed, Marinette shuffled down to the bathroom to shower and clean her wounds. The nurse had instructed her carefully on the proper treatment and cleanliness routine, but her raw skin stung when she cleansed it.
Marinette hissed in a breath between her teeth and persevered. She did not want to risk infection or possible scarring.
She lay gingerly on the couch after breakfast, resigned to while the day away, when a knock sounded from the door.
‘It’s open,’ she called.
The door creaked on its hinges, then gently shut again.
‘Hey,’ Adrien greeted her, with a soft smile and a wave. He crouched in front of her, looking her over carefully.
Marinette felt her own expression ease into a smile. ‘Hey yourself.’
‘I brought you some more things,’ he went on, holding up a bag. ‘Don’t worry, it’s all been washed and no longer reeks like a firepit.’
‘Thanks,’ she replied, with a chuckle. She accepted the bag, and peered inside. There were clothes, her deodorant, and several pairs of underwear. She raised an eyebrow at him.
Adrien flushed, and rubbed the back of his neck. ‘Sorry. I tried not to look, so I just grabbed a handful and shoved it in there. Will it be enough? I can buy you more, especially since I ripped the ones you wore the other day.’
‘This is plenty, thanks. But you should replace the ones you tore. I liked those ones.’
A wicked gleam entered his eyes. ‘You’re trusting me to buy you underwear?’
Marinette met his look with a challenging one of her own. ‘Think you’re up to it, Chaton?’
His undoubtedly licentious reply was interrupted by a perfunctory knock, quickly followed by Alya’s boisterous entrance.
‘Girl, you better be decent, ‘cause I’m gonna,’ she paused, staring at her and Adrien with wide eyes. ‘Oh. Never mind.’
‘Hello, Alya,’ Adrien said with a carefully constructed smile.
‘Hi. Now bye. I need to talk to my girl here,’ Alya said.
‘Alya,’ Marinette gasped. ‘That’s rude.’
‘Besides,’ Adrien added, ‘anything you say to her will be relayed to me anyway. Anything you can say to her, can be said in front of me too.’
Alya watched him through narrowed eyes, then turned to Marinette. ‘How are you stocked for pads and tampons?’
‘Uh, I don’t know,’ Marinette replied.
‘There’s a couple of packets at the bottom of that bag,’ Adrien informed her, nodding at the bag she still held in her lap. ‘I didn’t know how many you’d need, so I just packed whatever I could find.’
Marinette smothered a smile as Alya spluttered. ‘Thanks Adrien.’
‘No problem,’ he answered, with a hint of smugness.
His phone rang then. Pulling it from his pocket, Adrien scowled at the screen. ‘It’s Father. He wants me in at work now. Can I drop by later?’
‘Of course,’ Marinette replied.
Adrien pushed up, then leant forward to kiss Marinette goodbye. ‘Later, Love. Take care.’
‘Bye,’ she sighed after him.
Once the door was closed, Alya turned to Marinette with blazing eyes.
‘What the fuck was that?’ she squawked.
Rubbing the back of her neck, Marinette mumbled, ‘oh, did I forget to mention we’re dating now?’
As Alya gaped, Marinette filled her in on everything that had happened, excluding the crucial detail of secret identities.
Finally, Alya had to leave as well, her studio calling her in to cover a story.
‘Sorry, Marinette. Maybe we can catch up more during the weekend. Will you feel better by then?’
Marinette shrugged. ‘I have no idea. I’ll let you know.’
With a final wave, Alya ran off, exiting as loudly as she had entered, leaving Marinette alone with her thoughts once more.
‘Fuck,’ she grumbled.
‘Come on, it’s not that bad,’ Tikki told her.
‘You’re only saying that because of the endless biscuit supply you get when we’re here.’
Tikki took an ambitiously large bite and nodded. She chewed her mouthful, one eye shut as she worked, swallowed, coughed, then grinned. ‘See? It’s not so bad.’
Marinette rolled her eyes. Left with nothing else to do, she flicked on the television, and started a round of Ultimate Mecha Strike.

Later that night, Marinette lay in her old bed, staring out her access hatch. The sky was dark and hazy with pollution, the clouds scudding by obscured by Chat Noir’s grinning face.
Marinette blinked, then flinched violently. Above, Chat Noir laughed.
‘Talk about a delayed reaction,’ he teased.
‘Shut up,’ she grumbled as she stood to unlock the hatch.
Chat Noir lowered himself down gently, cautious of her injuries. ‘How are you feeling, Love?’
Marinette threw herself gracelessly against the pillows. ‘Bored.’
He lay down beside her, propping his head up on one hand. ‘My poor Buginette. Bedridden and without her loyal partner to comfort her.’
‘Exactly,’ she agreed, affecting a much put-upon pout.
‘I’d hug you, but I’m afraid of hurting you,’ he admitted.
‘You could start by detransforming,’ Marinette suggested.
Adrien dropped his transformation, before laying back and holding his arms open. Marinette eased into his embrace, her back against his chest, while he wrapped his arms loosely about her. Plagg scrunched his face up, then went to find Tikki. Marinette and Adrien chuckled after him.
‘Is it really awful?’ asked Adrien, trailing his fingertips up and down her unblemished arm.
‘Mostly just boring. Maman and Papa won’t let me do anything, I can’t go to work, and I don’t have anything to draw with.’
‘Shit. I knew I forgot something,’ he muttered.
Marinette smiled and rubbed his hand. ‘Don’t worry about it. Tell me about your day.’
‘I spoke with Nino, and he agreed to help me set up motion activated security cameras around the building.’
‘Wait, we’re still going through with the plan? The cops basically told us to butt out.’
Adrien kissed her crown. ‘It’s just a security precaution. Well, that’s what were telling anyone who asks. Surprisingly, the landlord was cool about it. He may even keep them up after we’re done, and compensate us for the expense.’
Marinette stilled, then turned to face him. ‘Wait, are you telling me the cameras are already up?’
Grinning widely, he nodded. ‘You bet. Everyone was allowed back into their apartments, so Nino and I went in and did it once the kerfuffle had calmed down. They’re linked to my laptop and phone for twenty-four-hour surveillance.’
Marinette’s feelings of apprehension must have shown. Adrien crooked a finger and stroked her cheek.
‘Don’t fret so, Love. We’re not breaking any laws, just taking precautions like any responsible home owner would. Then, we’ll catch this guy, and all will be well.’
Marinette rolled over and lay down, resting her cheek on his chest. ‘I hope so. What else did you do today?’
‘I thought about you a whole lot,’ he purred, his hand running down her back.
She smiled. ‘You better have, because I don’t think we’ll be having sex again for some time yet.’
Adrien huffed through his nose. ‘When I find this guy, I’m going to pull his guts out through his kneecaps.’
‘That’s not physically possible, and I’m sure you’ll survive a week or two without sex.’
Adrien was silent for a moment. ‘This isn’t just about sex, Marinette. This guy hurt you. He could have killed you. I won’t let him get away with it.’
‘He won’t,’ she assured him. ‘We are not judge, jury, and executioner, Chaton. We have to let the law decide his fate. They’ll catch him, and they’ll punish him accordingly. Now, are you going to stay here the night?’
‘No,’ he murmured. ‘I don’t want to roll over and tear you up from shoulder to wrist. But, I’ll stay with you until you fall asleep.’
Marinette sighed. ‘I’m not made of glass, you know.’
‘I know, but I can’t take the risk.’
‘Fine,’ she acquiesced, sliding off him to lay on her pillow. ‘I miss you.’
He kissed her tenderly, his hand tracing her jaw. ‘I miss you too. Get well so you can come home soon.’
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