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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.

Chapter List
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Gabriel was finally discharged from the hospital, his leaving accompanied by sighs of relief from nurses, doctors, and patients alike. Gabriel pretended not to hear the less-than-subtle exhalations, keeping his back straight as Adrien walked him out the doors.
‘Geez, what did you do to piss off the other patients?’ wondered Adrien. ‘I mean, I know why the doctors and nurses hate you, but the other patients? You had your own room for god’s sake’
‘Be silent, Adrien,’ Gabriel snapped as he let himself into the passenger seat of the car Adrien had borrowed.
Rolling his eyes, Adrien sat in the driver’s seat, and began the journey back to Agreste manor. The ride was tense, awkward, and quiet. Gabriel offered no information, or olive branch, and Adrien didn’t know how to bridge the gap.
He had taken what Fu told him to heart. He loved Gabriel, despite everything, and wanted to keep him in his life. But if Gabriel kept pushing him away, he didn’t know if he could stand to repeatedly put himself in a position where he would only be hurt. But as Fu had said, at least he would have tried.
As they pulled up out the front of the mansion’s gates, Adrien regarded Gabriel from the corner of his eye. He waited for the gates to open, then driven to the steps before he tentatively spoke again.
‘So, will I see you at work tomorrow?’
Assuming I still have a job, he added silently.
Gabriel opened the passenger door, and swung his legs out. ‘I suppose.’
A painful hope rose up in Adrien’s chest. ‘Ok, I’ll see you then.’
‘Adrien,’ Gabriel called, yet to leave the car, but still with his back turned.
Swallowing, Adrien replied, ‘yes?’
‘Have Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng see me in my office first thing tomorrow morning.’
Disappointment warred with suspicion. ‘I’ll tell her,’ he promised.
‘Good.’ With that, Gabriel got out of the car and went inside.
Adrien watched until the front door closed, then drove home, vowing to never leave Marinette alone with Gabriel.

Rather than go into the office that day, Adrien went home to look into funeral preparations. He had yet to see the underground chamber where his mother lay, his nerves failing him every time he tried. Despite his resolve to give Emilie the burial she deserved, he could not bring himself to face her lifeless body.
Undoubtedly, Gabriel was with her at that very moment, despairing over his failure to bring her back.
Adrien shook the image from his mind. Booting up his laptop, he sat down with a cup of tea and looked into funeral plans and caskets.
A beautiful redwood and silk-lined coffin caught his eye. He pulled out his credit card and made the purchase online. He had it delivered to the mansion, knowing Gabriel would not appreciate the move, then began looking at floral arrangements.
It wasn’t until after dark when he decided he had done as much as he could for one day. He had called a funeral home and organised a plan, ordered a headstone, and had a wreath of white calla lilies awaiting him.
Adrien leaned back, rubbing his face with both hands. He did not want to acknowledge the prickling in his eyes. Instead, he tried to think what else needed to be done.
Get Father home from hospital, check. Confirm whether I still have a job, check. Arrange Mother’s funeral, in progress.
There were so many subcategories to a funeral checklist, it was overwhelming. Adrien stood up and went to the kitchen to distance himself from it.
He was heating some leftover pizza in the microwave when keys rattled in the lock.
‘I’m home,’ announced Marinette as she entered.
Despite himself, Adrien smiled. It was nice to hear her call their apartment “home.”
‘Hey. You’re back late,’ he observed.
Marinette placed her purse on the counter, then came around to hug him. ‘I visited my parents today. I sent you a text.’
Adrien blinked at her. ‘Sorry, I didn’t notice.’
Marinette shook her head with a rueful smile. ‘Been busy have you?’
‘Yeah,’ he sighed.
She cupped his cheek, and turned his head until she could look him in the eyes. ‘What happened?’
Adrien didn’t even try to conceal his sorrow. ‘I’ve been arranging Mother’s funeral all afternoon. Father was as bitter as you’d expect, too. He wants to see you tomorrow morning, by the way.’
Marinette’s eyebrows shot up. ‘What for?’
The microwave beeped. Adrien turned to it with a shrug. ‘He didn’t say. I wouldn’t expect anything good, though.’
She hummed her agreement, then curled her lip at his dinner. ‘You didn’t heat it up in the oven? The microwave makes it soggy.’
‘Don’t criticise my life choices, woman,’ he told her, with a light kiss to her forehead.
He wove around her to take a seat on the couch, leaving her muttering behind him. He was certain he heard accusations of heathen, and philistine.
Tikki flew from Marinette’s purse, drifting sleepily to her cushion on the windowsill. She let herself drop onto it from almost a metre high, then fell into a deep, biscuit induced sleep.
Plagg joined her shortly thereafter, floating out from the bedroom where he had spent the day basking in the sunlight streaming in through the windows.
Adrien shook his head at the pair, a small smile lighting his face.
Marinette joined him on the couch. Haltingly, he shared the details of his day, his throat feeling tight. He rubbed his cheek into her palm when she caressed his face, taking the comfort she so freely offered.
They retired to bed early that night, cuddling close until morning.

Adrien escorted Marinette into Gabriel’s office, resolutely staying by her side.
‘You don’t have to accompany me, you know,’ she whispered from the corner of her mouth as he pushed the doors open.
Adrien spared her a glance, his face carefully blank. ‘I’m just here as insurance.’
‘Against what?’ she hissed.
‘Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng,’ Gabriel said, preventing Adrien from answering. ‘Thank you for coming. Please take a seat. Adrien, you may go.’
Adrien looked Gabriel in the eyes as he pulled out the second guest chair, and sat beside Marinette.
Marinette raised an eyebrow, while Gabriel shook his head in exasperation.
Moving on, Gabriel met Marinette’s gaze and steepled his fingers. ‘As I’m sure Adrien has informed you, the Agreste private life has been tumultuous lately.’
Marinette nodded, but said nothing, waiting for him to continue.
‘My enforced absence gave me some time to reflect on the future of this company. I still plan on being the CEO for as long as I’m able, as I don’t trust anyone else not to run what I’ve built into the ground.’
Adrien snorted delicately with a roll of his eyes. Gabriel shot him a glare, but continued his spiel as if he hadn’t been interrupted.
‘However, I fear I no longer have the creative muse, or drive, that kept me in this position for so long. I have no passion for designing that I once did, and would like to focus solely on the administrative aspects from now on. The reason I have called you here today, Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng, was to ask if you would like to take up the mantle of chief designer in my stead.’
Adrien’s eyes bulged, and Marinette gasped as her hands fluttered in her lap.
‘Like anyone in this business, you would probably prefer to make your own way, have your own label, which I’m sure you will achieve one day. Nevertheless, I offer you this position because I see great potential in your work. You have the makings of a great designer, comparable only to me. I feel assured of my brand’s ongoing success with you at the designing helm. Though, I would understand if you are not interested. Should you decide to leave, I would give you a glowing recommendation for your resumé, and wish you well in your pursuit of another company.’
Adrien’s jaw had dropped, and refused to respond to orders to take its former position. Marinette, he was sure, was screaming internally. Outwardly, she was still and silent, if a little pale.
Gabriel lifted an eyebrow. ‘I suppose this was sudden. I understand if you need some time to think it over. I’m sure Adrien has told you what an evil villain I am.’
Marinette snapped her jaw shut, her eyes sliding toward Adrien. He merely shrugged. This was not a decision he could make for her. She had to do this on her own.
‘I,’ she began. Swallowing, she tried again. ‘I would be honoured, Sir. Thank you.’
Gabriel nodded in satisfaction. ‘Very good. You begin immediately. Adrien, help Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng pack up and move her studio.’
Adrien had just begun to stand when Marinette spoke. ‘But Sir, aren’t you worried about accusations of nepotism? Adrien and I won’t keep our relationship a secret for ever, and I know you had concerns about our reputations. Aren’t you troubled by the possible fallout?’
‘No,’ he answered, succinctly. ‘I’ve had a lot of time to think, and I stand by what I said. You’ve earned this promotion, Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng, and I won’t be dissuaded by petty or jealous minds.’
‘In that case,’ Marinette went on, ‘you can call me by name. Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng is a lot for every day conversations.’
A barely-there smile softened Gabriel’s features. ‘Indeed. I look forward to working with you, Marinette.’
He held out his hand, waiting patiently for her to take it. Marinette leaned forward to shake it firmly, her eyes lighting up with excited fervour.
‘I won’t let you down, Sir.’

Emilie’s funeral was small and sombre. Adrien invited only Nino, Alya, Marinette, and her parents. He would have extended an invitation to Nathalie, but she had moved out of her last known address, and he was unable to track her down.
Gabriel arrived only in the company of Gorilla, as he had no living relatives, and had lost any friendships he had years ago.
Adrien would have liked to invite Emilie’s closest relatives as well, but he’d never met them, nor did he have their contact details. As far as he knew, Emilie had been as alone in the world as Gabriel was. The thought saddened him.
At least they had each other, he thought.
The ceremony was as much as one could expect of a funeral. Adrien didn’t hear much of the officiant’s declamation, as his eyes remained fixed on the casket, topped with a wreath of white calla lilies. It was surreal to think Emilie was in there, carefully preserved, and looking just like she did the last time he’d seen her alive.
Adrien thought back to when he had accompanied Gabriel to her tomb, Gorilla wheeling the casket along on a dolly. Carefully, they had extracted her from the box Gabriel had kept her in, and laid her amid the silk of the new casket. Gorilla stepped back while Adrien and Gabriel stood over her, saying their last goodbyes.
Adrien had openly wept to see her like that, looking as if she were merely asleep. Briefly, he had allowed himself to consider what would have happened had Gabriel succeeded in bringing her back. It was a lovely dream, but the reality would have been too terrible to contemplate.
The officiant concluded his speech, then the small company travelled to the gravesite. The only time Gabriel showed any emotion was when Emilie was being lowered into the ground. He squeezed his eyes shut, and turned away with a grimace, his fists clenched. Adrien empathised. He didn’t like the idea of leaving her in the dark and dirty ground either, but there were few alternatives, and none of them were ideal. So, he stood by his father’s side, stoic until the end.
They went back to Tom’s and Sabine’s place for the wake. He asked Gabriel if he would accompany them, but Gabriel shook his head, and returned home. He didn’t say goodbye, and offered no show of support or sympathy, too caught up in his own grief. Adrien let him go without another word, understanding that was just how Gabriel was.
Gabriel’s emotional distance had been hard to accept as a child, but as Adrien grew older, he learnt to read the signs. It was in the way he carried himself, or the subtle shifts in his expressions, that gave away how he felt. That day, Gabriel’s grief was too large to properly express. His eyes were dull and downcast, his shoulders were painfully tense, and his hands trembled almost imperceptibly.
So, Adrien turned to his found family for comfort. He received more hugs that day than he had in the last five years, Tom called him Son, and Plagg purred softly in his pocket. Sabine assured him he could come by at any time, and would always receive a warm welcome.
It was almost too much. Finally, Marinette led him home and curled up with him on the couch. They didn’t bother with dinner, as Sabine had made sure they ate well at the wake.
‘Things will get better,’ Marinette whispered as she held him close, and stroked his hair.
‘I know,’ he replied. ‘Today just reopened some old wounds. I felt like I was fourteen, finding out she’s gone all over again.’
Marinette made soothing shushing noises as she rubbed his back. ‘I’m so sorry.’
Adrien sighed and shook his head. ‘It had to be done eventually. But I guess now I can fully appreciate what Father’s been going through, and why he did what he did. He went about everything the wrong way, but I can see why he did it.’
‘No one ever doubted Papillon’s motivation,’ Marinette agreed. ‘But, in an ideal world, he would’ve accepted the loss, and moved on, so no one else had to suffer.’
‘In an ideal world, Mother wouldn’t have died in the first place,’ he murmured.
Marinate sighed and nodded, conceding his point.
The went to bed without speaking that night, mutually agreeing that words were unnecessary.

Marinette fit seamlessly into her new role at Gabriel’s. There were some mutinous rumblings from the other employees, but no one had the nerve to say anything to Marinette, Gabriel, or Adrien himself directly. Even the critics with no affiliations to any fashion company had something to say about the change, none of it flattering.
Gabriel shrugged it off as inconsequential, but Marinette worried. She feared her credibility would be called into question, as people already doubted her competence and claimed she would never live up to Gabriel’s legacy.
It was quietly spread around within the company that any who did not like the change in positions was welcome to leave, with only three people taking up the offer. Their quitting was no loss to the company, and everything moved forward smoothly.
When someone compared Marinette’s designs to a blind man’s painting skills, she seethed for the whole day, then declared a blind man’s paintings would be incredible as they would hold no preconceived ideas of beauty, and would just reflect the soul which had created it. After that, she ignored everything any critic said, and got on with her day.
Adrien smiled, proud of her newfound strength and wisdom. He knew she would be able to handle it.

Gabriel was slow to emerge from the shell he’d built around himself. He kept people at a distance with his acid tongue and short temper. Adrien suspected he was afraid of being hurt again.
Over time, the scheming light in Gabriel’s eyes faded. He took to Marinette as though she were a long-lost daughter, and guided her hand with a patience and gentleness Adrien had believed lost for good.
As if she were a catalyst, Gabriel began to open the door to other people; cautiously at first, but with gradually increasing acceptance. He was still quiet, and never expressed softer emotions well, but it was evident he was trying.
Adrien often found himself in the doorway of the studio where Marinette and Gabriel worked, smiling fondly as they talked shop. Marinette never failed to ask Gabriel his opinion, and set her old grudges aside in favour of looking up to him as a mentor and father figure. They even shared the occasional inside joke.
Gabriel remained in his too-large mansion, resistant to suggestions of finding somewhere smaller, so Adrien made more of an effort to visit. It was eventually revealed, over a glass of wine, that Gabriel remained in the manor because he wanted to leave it to Adrien in his will. He said he wanted Adrien’s family to have as much room and grandeur as he could provide, and would not be persuaded otherwise. Adrien was touched by his father’s sentiment.
The subject of Papillon was never brought up, and Adrien wondered if letting him get away with his crimes was too easy. But then, he just had to look at Gabriel’s face whenever he saw Emilie’s likeness, and saw the grief was still there. Truly, there was no greater punishment, in Gabriel’s opinion, than losing his wife again.
At home, things calmed down as well. Luka moved out of their building, ostensibly to be closer to his job, but Adrien suspected he just didn’t like seeing Marinette with another man. He and Marinette waved Luka off, then heaved twin sighs of relief. They turned to each other with wide eyes, then laughed. It seems she had underestimated his dislike of the other man, and his pleasure to finally see the back of him for good.
Ladybug and Chat Noir were seen more frequently about the city. They ran mundane patrols, and posed for photos with residents and tourists alike. They even acquiesced to an interview with Nadja Chamack, where they confirmed the defeat of Papillon, and encouraged the rumours of his supposed demise.
Many people thought it was a copout, that he’d passed away without facing the consequences of his actions, but Ladybug responded to that with stern lectures on how meeting his end was not a way of avoiding justice. It had been a tragic end to a tragic life, and that was it. The critics backed off after one particularly scathing retort, which called the accuser’s morality and compassion into question. Silence descended thereafter, everyone shocked by her vehemence.
Plagg and Tikki remained by their sides, happy to stay until such time as their wielders were unable to carry them anymore. They offered support and advice, and mediated the rare arguments between Adrien and Marinette. Tikki still demonstrated alarming bouts of Plagg-ishness, which Plagg responded to with uproarious laughter. Unfortunately, none of Tikki’s former sweetness appeared in his personality.
Life was settling down, and everyone was falling into familiar routines. The road ahead would be long, but Adrien looked forward to it. It was the beginning of the new adventure he had once promised Marinette.

Five months later:

Alya threw her bouquet into the crowd behind her. Adrien winced as the women shrieked and squabbled, grabbing desperately at the abused flowers. In the end, it was Alya’s elder sister, Nora, who emerged triumphant, having bulldozed her way through the group with her sheer size. She held the flowers over her head with a fierce cry, effectively terrifying every man within earshot. The other women slunk off, muttering unflattering things under their breaths.
Nino stood beside Adrien, wineglass in hand, watching the drama unfold. He sighed and took a long sip.
‘Don’t look so glum,’ Adrien told him. ‘At least Nora likes you.’
‘It’s definitely better to have her with you than against you,’ Nino concurred.
Marinette emerged from the crowd gathering on the dancefloor. ‘Lovely wedding, Nino. You even remembered your lines,’ she complimented him as she hugged Adrien’s arm.
Nino frowned at her. ‘Your faith in me is astounding. Seriously, what kind of back-handed compliment was that?’
She giggled. ‘Sorry, but all throughout the ceremony, I kept thinking about the day Alya proposed.’
He opened his mouth to object, then closed it again. ‘Yeah, ok. Fair enough.’
Adrien patted him on the back. ‘Cheer up, Buddy. The hardest part is over now. You can sit back, get fat, and enjoy wedded bliss.’
‘You two,’ groused Nino. ‘Why are we friends again?’
‘What?’ Adrien asked, bewildered.
Alya joined them, squeezing Nino’s arm and greeting him with a kiss on the cheek. ‘What’re we talking about?’
‘Nino letting himself go,’ Marinette replied.
Alya raised an eyebrow. ‘Not before our honeymoon. He needs his stamina.’
Marinette grinned. ‘That’s funny. When you got engaged, he was the one outperforming you.’
‘How the turntables,’ added Adrien, with a wicked smirk.
Alya huffed. ‘Why are we friends again?’
‘That’s what I said,’ Nino exclaimed.
Adrien smiled as the others bickered good naturedly. The ceremony really had been beautiful. Alya looked resplendent, and Nino had glowed. Adrien stood proudly by their sides at the altar, moved almost to tears.
Alya led Nino to the dancefloor, weaving around other dancers until they stood near the speakers and swayed gently in each other’s arms. Normally, the newly weds would get the first dance, but they had insisted on informality. Adrien thought it was more fun this way, and suited their styles better.
Marinette tugged on his hand. ‘Dance with me?’
Adrien smiled and let her lead him to the edge of the dancefloor.
‘You look beautiful,’ he complimented her.
Marinette blushed. ‘Thank you. You look very handsome, too.’
She was stunning in a soft pink gown, with delicate lace triangles for straps over her shoulders. Her hair was up, arranged in curls atop her head, with tiny white flowers dotting the dark mass. She wore light makeup, and had high heels on, making her almost as tall as him.
He held her close, rocking from side to side out of time with the music. ‘Are you sad that you didn’t catch the bouquet?’
Marinette shook her head. ‘I didn’t even try, knowing Nora was there. I just stepped back and let the massacre go. She’s really keen to settle down.’
Adrien released a surprised huff. ‘I thought she was too caught up in her own thing to even think about marriage.’
‘She is headstrong and fiercely independent, but I think Alya’s wedding has made her a bit clucky and emotional. She’ll probably calm down in a few days.’
‘How do you think Alya and Nino will handle wedded life?’
Marinette tilted her head as she thought. ‘They’ll be all right. I’m sure they’ll have the occasional spat, but then they’ll remember that they love each other. I bet they’ll establish that fact quite thoroughly tonight.’
Adrien laughed. ‘Assuming they aren’t too tired. I heard a lot of newlyweds just fall into bed and sleep on their wedding nights.’
‘That may be true of many couples, but Alya has been working out in secret the last couple of months. Her endurance has improved markedly.’
Adrien’s eyes widened. ‘No kidding? Nino’s been working out in secret as well. He wanted to have abs and biceps to impress her with. He also wants to carry her over the threshold without dropping her.’
Marinette threw her head back and laughed. ‘Can you believe those two?’
‘Their honeymoon is going to be a marathon,’ Adrien muttered, awed.
He looked down when Marinette placed her hand on his cheek. Standing on her toes, she leaned in and kissed him sweetly.
‘How soon can we get out of here?’ Adrien asked, when she drew back. He felt too hot, and a tingling in his groin started up.
‘We have to stay at least another hour,’ she giggled, though her pupils had dilated.
‘An hour?’ he whined.
Marinette patted his cheek. ‘It’ll go by faster than you know,’ she assured him.
It did not. The minutes ticked by with excruciating slowness, seeming to move backward the more antsy he got. Still, he endured with polite impatience, despite knowing Nino and Alya wouldn’t take offence at their early departure. Marinette said it was more for appearances’ sake than anything else. Adrien thought uncharitable things about the other guests for the rest of the night.
To his chagrin, they remained at the reception until Alya and Nino made their grand exit. The other guests waved them off with cheery farewells and suggestive whistles, as the couple got into their car.
When they pulled away, Adrien turned to Marinette. ‘Now we can go?’
‘Yes, now we can go,’ she answered, her eyes rolling heavenward.
They got into the car Adrien had permanently acquired from his father’s estate, and drove home.
Marinette’s hand crept across the small distance between them to stroke his crotch, her hand gliding over the growing bulge. Adrien’s breath stuttered, and his hands clenched around the wheel. Marinette giggled, then began working to unfasten his belt buckle.
She proceeded to give him a hand job, teasing him into a full erection, but didn’t grant him the mercy of relief. Adrien cursed vociferously, trying to regulate his breathing. Marinette did not help when she began kneading her breast.
‘You wicked, wicked woman,’ he growled.
She laughed. ‘Do you want to know how wet I am?’
‘No.’
‘Liar. When we get out of this car, you’re going to have to make sure I don’t have a visible damp spot on my dress.’
‘Evil temptress.’
She chuckled again, delighting in his discomfort.
Adrien pulled into the underground parking lot, choosing the same dimly lit spot he used before. Without bothering to tuck himself back in, he got out of the car and waited impatiently for Marinette to follow.
She met him behind the car, and turned around to show him the back of her skirt.
‘Is there a damp patch?’ she asked, looking at him from over her shoulder.
Adrien hooked his hand around her elbow, and bent her over the boot of the car. She had indeed soaked through her clothes.
He flipped up her full skirt, and the layer of tulle beneath, to see she wasn’t wearing any panties. He bit his lip as a groan slipped out, his cock twitching.
He slicked his shaft with her juices, taking perverse pleasure from her wanton sigh, her arse tilting up in invitation. He held on to her rear, massaging it greedily as he continued to tease her.
‘Adrien,’ she whimpered.
He wedged his knee between her legs, encouraging her to spread them wider. When she was ready, he pushed in, gliding smoothly all the way in.
He paused, enjoying the hot wetness inside her, and building anticipation. Marinette pushed against him, silently begging him to move. He began rocking languidly, taking his time. He had been painfully erect for some time already, and didn’t want to finish too soon. To help her catch up, Adrien reached around her hips and rubbed her off.
Her voluminous skirt, rucked up around her waist, was a hindrance. It kept dropping down and impeding his hand, and the tulle chafed his skin. With an irritated grunt, he pulled out, unzipped her dress and tugged it down her back.
Marinette gasped at his rough handling, but lowered her arms as the lace straps caught on her elbows. Adrien let the garment pool on the ground around her feet, leaving her in only a strapless bra, thigh high stockings, and her high heels.
He lined up and entered her once more, rubbing her off with one hand, while the other cupped her breast, her bra pushed aside.
He thrust into her with long, deliberate strokes. Marinette moaned, tilting her hips in rhythm, as she clutched at the car in an attempt to anchor herself.
Her inner walls contracted and released steadily, her moisture dripping down her legs. Adrien shuddered at the feeling of her fluids trickling over his skin, his arousal spiking. He groaned, the hand holding her breast squeezing briefly.
Marinette’s hips spasmed, and she jerked forward with a wanton ahh. She began to writhe, her cries increasing in volume and frequency. Adrien picked up his pace, thrusting harder and faster, while his hand bore down with single-minded intensity.
The car squeaked and bobbed with the force of his thrusts. A detached corner of his mind noted he would have to have it cleaned again.
Quivering and tense, Marinette bucked, her orgasm coming fast. He could feel his own finish within reach, his loins hot with desperate shivers running through him.
Marinette wailed, her voice echoing throughout the parking lot. She threw her head back as her hips jerked uncontrollably. Adrien grabbed her hips, holding tight through the throes of her orgasm. With a guttural shout, he joined her in her climax, his cock throbbing until the ache subsided.
He pulled out to slump over her back, catching his breath. Marinette’s diminutive frame heaved below him while she breathed deeply, too.
After a moment, he stooped over to drag her dress back over her body, kissing her skin as he covered her up.
‘Don’t ever stop fucking me,’ she moaned, still draped over the boot of the car.
‘I won’t,’ he promised, kissing her between the shoulder blades as he zipped her back up.
They leaned on each other heavily until they reached their apartment. Plagg and Tikki were asleep on the lounge, so they quietly crept into the bathroom to help each other clean up, before falling into bed.

Adrien awoke stiff and aching with need. He rolled over with a grunt to see Marinette still fast asleep, her hands curled under her cheek.
He smiled tenderly, firmly believing he would never tire of seeing her in bed beside him.
She opened her eyes as he stroked her face with his knuckle.
‘Morning,’ he whispered.
Marinette blinked slowly, a sleepy smile brightening her features. ‘Morning.’
Her gaze travelled over him, until she noticed the sheets tenting above his groin. She looked him in the eyes, one brow lifted. Adrien just shrugged helplessly.
Marinette heaved a sigh, then sat up to straddle his chest. Adrien raised his own eyebrows, then grinned and ran his tongue over his teeth.
He ignored the fuzzy feeling, in favour of tugging Marinette’s hips closer. His lips closed over her nub, kissing it sweetly, before he ran his tongue up the length of her. Marinette shuddered, and held on to the headboard.
He kissed her thoroughly, savouring the taste as she grew wetter. Marinette hummed, her hips canting back and forth until he took them in a firm grip. He held her still, determined to have her soaking.
He licked and kissed his way over her thighs and pussy, his mouth making wet noises against her skin. Marinette shuddered, her legs tensing on either side of his head. Her breathing turned into a high-pitched whine, and her head dropped forward.
Adrien let her go with a smirk, watching avidly as she shuffled back, leaving a trail of moisture down his belly. Marinette was flushed and panting as she knelt over his erection, her breasts heaving,with her eyes dark and wanting. She lifted herself up, then gently grasped his throbbing cock to place it at her entrance.
She sank over him, moving slowly down until she had him completely inside her. She raised her eyes, maintaining eye contact as she began rubbing herself off, and kneading her breast with her other hand.
Adrien groaned, unable to tear his eyes away. He was hypnotised when she began to move, her breasts bouncing, with beads of sweat running down her belly, and her hair plastered to her skin. She was the very image of seduction.
The heat in his groin increased. Entranced, he reached out to touch her, hold her warm flesh, and stimulate the delicate bud at the junction between her legs. With one hand, he took over rubbing her nub, while the other grasped her breast. Marinette placed her hands over his, encouraging him to press harder.
Marinette moaned unsteadily, breathy and debauched. She writhed on top of him, her bouncing now turned to sliding, her spine undulating and her arse gliding against his legs.
Adrien let go of her breast to grab her hip, his fingers dipping into her rear to tickle the sensitive centre. Marinette gasped, and sped up, her thrusts almost urgent. Adrien grit his teeth and watched, feeling his finish approaching fast.
He watched as moisture collected where their bodies met, then trickled down his skin. Her pelvis rutted against his with a wet squish, the sounds and their debauched groans filling the air.
He came first, his hips lifting from the mattress to meet her with a clap as he rode out his orgasm. Marinette came immediately after, head thrown back and mouth agape in a salacious moan.
She levered herself off of him carefully, their juices running out in the wake of his exit, then she slumped down half on top of him. Adrien could feel her slick flesh press into him, as he wrapped an arm around her. He stroked her tenderly from behind, enjoying the way she whimpered and writhed against him. She got her revenge by leaving hickeys on his chest, delighting in his reactions as she tasted him.
‘I suppose we should get ready for the day,’ Marinette finally murmured, reluctantly.
Adrien sighed. ‘If we must.’
He smiled as he followed her to the bathroom, making the decision then and there to start looking for a ring.
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