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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 stepped out of her apartment door on Tuesday morning, to immediately bark her shin on a cardboard box someone had left laying in the hallway. She hissed in pain, bringing her leg up to rub the abused flesh, and check for damage. A layer of skin had peeled off, but there was no blood. She scowled as she lowered her foot to the floor.
'Of all the inconsiderate, negligent,' she muttered, as she began to pick her way around the other boxes littering the floor.
The apartment door across the way opened suddenly. Marinette's head whipped up in surprise. Losing her balance as her centre of gravity was thrown off, she teetered precariously on one leg for a moment, before a hand reached out to steady her.
'Easy there,' said a familiar, male voice. 'We don't want you to hurt yourself.'
Looking up at her saviour, Marinette's eyes widened as she came nose to nose with Adrien. Her cheeks flooded with warmth, her jaw clamped shut, and her hands felt sweaty. Her mind shrieked at her to reply, but her mouth remained stubbornly closed.
'Are you ok?' Adrien asked. 'You didn't hurt yourself, did you?'
Marinette shook her head, her eyes wide and unblinking.
Adrien smiled at her. 'That's a relief. I'm sorry about all the boxes, I know they're in the way. I'll have them gone by this afternoon, I promise.'
Marinette nodded, her cheeks still rosy as she gazed at him.
'You must be on your way to work,' he continued. 'I'm sorry for keeping you. Are you sure you're all right?'
She nodded once more, then stiffly made her way to the elevator. She mourned the loss of contact, the heat of his skin lingering on her own, but she was afraid to stay there any longer, lest he think her a fool.
The elevator dinged open, and she stepped inside, exhaling a gusty sigh of relief after the doors closed. As infatuated as she was, being in Adrien's presence was stressful.
The elevator had only gone down one level when it stopped to admit a new passenger. Her downstairs neighbour, Luka, stepped in with a polite smile.
'Good morning, Marinette.'
Marinette returned the smile. 'Good morning, Luka. Off to the recording studio again?' she asked, eyeing the guitar case slung across his back.
He nodded, pressing a button, and setting the elevator back into motion. 'Yeah. It'd be nice if some large company found us, though. Having to record your own album is a black hole for cash.'
Marinette gave him a sympathetic pat on the arm. 'I'm sure something will come up, you just have to keep at it. You're advertising enough?'
'On every format we can think of. Advertisement can be as costly as renting a recording studio, though. I'm worried our drummer is getting sick of it.'
The elevator slowed, before opening its doors on the ground floor. Marinette and Luka stepped out, then exited the building to stand on the street.
'Things will look up soon, don't worry,' Marinette assured him.
He nodded. 'Sure, thanks Marinette. It's nice to have someone to talk to.'
'No problem. Well, I'm this way,' she said, pointing left. 'I'll see you later, ok?'
'Later. Have a good day,' he returned, heading off in the opposite direction.
Marinette began walking, her mind already focussing on the day ahead.

To Marinette's disappointment, and relief, Adrien didn't come in that day. She assumed he was still moving into his new apartment, which she had learned could take days. Because of his absence, however, Marinette had an extremely productive day.
She finished sewing some key pieces for the next show, caught up on her emails, ate a hasty lunch in the break room, submitted a report for the head of the department, and filled out a request form for more supplies. Without Adrien to distract her, she got everything she wanted finished in record time.
As the clock struck knock-off time, Marinette leaned back in her chair, and stretched her arms up above her head, pleased with her efforts.
She packed up her things, shut off the lights, and left. She waved politely to acquaintances as she passed, but didn't stop to talk.
Marinette caught the metro to her parents' place, and entered through the bakery. Sabine greeted her enthusiastically with hugs and kisses, while Tom welcomed her home with a bear hug, and mutterings of how grown up she was.
She accepted their behaviour graciously, though it irked her that they talked to her as though she were still a child.
They shared a home-cooked meal and caught up over wine. Before she realised it, the sun had already set.
'I need to get going,' Marinette said. 'I'd like to get home before it's too late.'
'You know, if you still lived here, you'd be home by now,' Sabine replied, with a meaningful look.
Marinette rolled her eyes. 'Good night, Maman. Bye, Papa. I'll see you soon.'
Sabine foisted some more pastries on her before she left, but Marinette figured Tikki was always hungry, so she accepted them with a smile.
Finally, Marinette was alone on the street. Checking to make sure no one else was around, she ducked into an alcove and transformed.
As she swung her way home, a familiar shadow began tailing her.
'Oh, what a calm, beautiful evening,' she proclaimed. 'What a shame it would be if someone were to ruin it with bad puns and poor flirtations.'
'I'll have you know, Milady,' Chat Noir said, as he caught up to her, 'that my puns are only ever of the highest quality.'
'Says you. My jokes have always been better.'
'Your jokes are so lame,' he scoffed.
Ladybug raised an eyebrow at him, as she stopped on top of a business building. 'You defend your awful puns to the last breath, but not a word to defend your terrible flirting technique?'
Chat Noir stepped in front of her, grinning wide. 'You say that, but I've noticed how you react. Your pupils dilate, you lick your lips, don't try to deny it.'
She put her hands on her hips. 'You're imagining things.'
Chat Noir's grin turned devilish. 'How about we put it to the test?'
Ladybug paused. 'What do you mean?'
'Well,' he drawled, 'if you're as unaffected by my flirting as you say you are, then you won't mind if I try a few out on you.'
She groaned. 'Here I thought you were going to pose an actual challenge. Ok, show me what you got, Stud.'
Chat Noir cleared his throat, then rested one elbow on her shoulder to lean in close. 'If you were a chicken, you'd be impeccable.'
Ladybug stood still for a moment, then laughed uproariously. 'A bad pun within an even worse pick up line. You've outdone yourself.'
He merely gave her a flat stare, as he straightened. 'I'm still warming up, give me a minute. Ok, do you drink milk? It sure did your body good.'
Ladybug cringed away from him. 'That's sleazy. Try again, Hot Stuff.'
He shot her double finger guns and winked. 'You're like a candy bar, half sweet and half nuts.'
'A swing and a miss,' Ladybug hollered.
'Oh, come on,' he exclaimed.
'You're certainly trying to,' she quipped. 'Maybe you really aren't as good at this as you thought.'
'Excuse you, I know I've gotten to you more than once,' he pouted.
Ladybug sighed. Taking pity on him, she decided to herd him in the right direction. 'All right, so which techniques were you using when you got a reaction out of me?'
He tapped his chin as he hummed, thoughtfully. 'Actually, now that you mention it, I think it was those times when I talked dirty to you.' His eyes widened as he looked at her. 'Ladybug, are you into that sort of thing? How naughty.'
Ladybug felt her cheeks heat up, but she crossed her arms and pretended to be nonchalant. 'Why don't you try it and see?'
He smirked. 'You know, it's a shame our suits are indestructible,' he began, as he walked around her slowly, ' 'cause I'd really like to tear yours off. I want to see your skin, taste your sweat, as I peel it off of you. I want to see how far down that delightful little blush goes, then see if I can make it go any further. I want to feel your breasts heave as you gasp for breath while I,' he was cut off as a scream tore through the air.
Ladybug cleared her throat. 'Well, so much for that. Come on, Kitty, duty calls.'
He grumbled as he followed her, complaining about blue balls and cock-blocking. Ladybug suppressed a laugh, glad she wasn't the only one suffering.
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