t.g.i.f.

In which Adrien learns the truth about girlie outings, and is most certainly not thankful it's friday night. Tikki is horrified and Marinette is a seducer.

Aged up! Adrienette.}

Prompt: 3. Drunk/sloppy kiss

Word Count. 1928

Rating T for language.


Adrien was home alone, and had used the chance to catch up on his homework; He had been booked solid last week, and he'd gotten behind on his schoolwork. So he'd used the quiet to get ahead, it was the chance to get ahead in his schoolwork so that next time he got a long gig… it wouldn't impact his studies too much. He'd done a quick patrol first, of course; making sure the city was quiet, before heading back to the apartment, fed Plagg and started studying.

He had no idea how long he'd been reading when the doorbell rang. Not once, or twice, but around ten times in a row. Adrien blinked, looking in confusion at the door, before looking at the clock on the wall. 3:37 am.Damn. How had time passed so fast? No wonder Plagg hadn't even bothered him tonight, he was clearly asleep by now. He put his homework down, as the doorbell began ringing yet again, and he sprinted towards the door. It was not the time for this amount of noise. Their neighbors were going to be pissed come morning. He better deal with this before they got louder.

Considering that the reason Marinette had been gone tonight was a Bachelorette Party, Adrien thought he knew what things were going to get rowdy. Just how rowdy? He didn't know, he just knew that chances were, it wasn't going to be pretty.

Nothing prepared him for the scene in front of him.

"ADRIEN!" Around five, clearly drunken females greeted him from the elevator, but in front of the door there was only Alya, wearing a dressy top and darker jeans; holding an extremely inebriated Marinette, who was holding a pink, sparkly paper bag in her right hand. She was also barefood, and hiccupping loudly as she grinned up at him, her tongue peeking between her teeth as she gave him a look. Her head was adorned with a lopsided tiara, decorated with pink sparkly penises.

Oh God, They'd crossed to DEFCON 2

See, Marinette Dupain-Cheng had levels in her inebriation. First, she got really giggly, and she liked to joke around, she also found almost everything funny. This stage could last for a while, but once she crossed, came stage two. The dancing. After that, came the gropey stage, or as her friends called it, the Adrien stage. It was where she wanted him. And she wanted him now. That would account for all the buzzing his phone was doing while he studied (He would save those messages to read with her the following morning. Nothing like some morning mortification to start the day); Stage four was simply quietness and wobbling around, which simply announced that there were around 30 minutes until she fell asleep.

Alya was clearly trying to look as dignified and sober as possible; but Adrien was simply not able to take it seriously, considering there was a giant plastic penis dangling from the hat on her head. He wondered if Alya remembered that it was there, or if she simply didn't care. Both were valid alternatives, " 'm very, very sorry" Alya said, as she pushed forward the giggly mess that was Marinette into his arms. "She couldn't open the gate downstairs so… we thought we'd better make sure she got inside the apartment"

That was surprisingly good drunken logic, he thought, taking the paper bag from her hands and placing it on the table besides the door. Ah. there were her shoes… and some assorted things he wasn't sure he wanted to figure out what they were.

"Yaaay!" the chorus of drunken females celebrated from the elevator, which they were clearly holding for Alya, earning a loud shush from Adrien, which in turn turned the celebrating to loud giggling.

"Thanks" he said, as he hooked his right arm on her waist, to make sure Marinette stayed upright, and immediately felt a hand slide into his back pocket. His face betrayed nothing as he turned to Alya and asked "Who's driving?"

"No one, we have a car downstairs; Night Adrien!"

"NIIGHT!"

The blond winced, but there was nothing to do. They were just simply not volume aware. "Night. Drink some water!" he said, not even bothering with quieting down the group; he had his own female to deal with now.

One who was currently trying to nip at his neck and dissolving into a mess of giggles whenever he squirmed. "Time for bed, princess" he said, quickly removing the tiara on her head and dumping it on a nearby surface, the decoration on it wiggling wildly at the sudden move. He then scooped her up in his arms, bridal style to carry her to their bedroom. Tikki flew out of the purse with a rather odd look on her face; and Adrien simply called out to her "Tikki, there's some cookies on the kitchen counter, get… as many as you want" He had no idea what had happened tonight, but he had the feeling that the Kwami deserved them.

The kwami nodded, heading to the kitchen. Adrien was battling the shoes off of Marinette when Tikki came back to him, and glanced at the drunken woman sitting on the bed. She turned to Adrien "I've seen things" she told him, before going to the little pod that the couple had built for their companions.

Kwamis did not deserve to be exposed to this amount of debauchery.

"You are completely wasted" he said, though a smile betrayed the seriousness of his tone. She was adorable, even if she was going to be suffering when she woke up. Now, he could usher her into bed, dress and all, but that would make for not only a very hungover Marinette, but an extremely grumpy one. She hated sleeping in her day clothes. "Come on drunkie, let's get ready for bed"

She glanced at him with a very offended look on her face before her expression changed, as she remembered something else "….'drien" his girlfriend hiccupped, which ruined the effect that her serious expression could have held. "Adrieeeeeen"

"Yes?"

"c'mere" she said, leaning towards him "'s importan'"

"Just a second. Let's get to bed first" he said, untangling a pink feather boa from around her shoulders and neck. He then unzipped her dress and tugged it down, "Can you put this on?" he said, and handed Marinette her sleep shirt.

She did, but then she began to reach around her back, squirming before turning to Adrien "braaaa" she whined, lacking the coordination to get it off. Adrien sighed and snapped the latch off, carefully watching out for her balance before ushering her into bed. Once she was secure in a horizontal position; Adrien went to the kitchen for a water bottle and some aspirin.

" Aaa" hiccup "drieeen" she called out.

"I'm here" he said, putting the supplies on the bedside table. "What's wrong?"

"There was a stripper"

"Oh?" Well, he'd figured this much. The amount of phallic memorabilia he'd seen so far, made him assume this much. "What about him?"

"He was Chat Noir"

That made him stop in his tracks, glancing at his drunken girlfriend was; mercifully, still in bed and looking at him with large blue eyes. As long as she stayed still over there, things would be just fine.

"Oh" was all he could say, it was far too late for this, and he needed to get into bed.

" You'r cuter though"

"I'm the real thing" he said, The blond pulled the shirt he was wearing over his head, and undid the button on his jeans. He then made the mistake of turning away from Marinette for a second.

"Butt" was the only word he heard as he pushed his jeans down, until she felt a pinch. He turned immediately to look at her one blond eyebrow quirked in question. "I like your butt" she explained, as if that was reason enough.

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"I like yours too" he said, crawling into bed and pulling the girl closer to him. Marinette scooted closer, lifting her weight on her shoulders so she could look at Adrien. He looked at her with a curious look on his face as clearly a plan worked out in her brain.

He should have definitely seen it coming. "… 'like your face too" she said before kissing on him. Yes; not quite kissing him, more like kissing on him, because the amused look on his face did not allow her to kiss him as much as she wanted to. She looked at him with narrowed blue eyes, as Adrien tapped his shoulder for her to lie on; which she did with a small huff.

"Something else happened?" he asked, running his hands through her hair.

"They said 'm a prude" Marinette said, frowning as she expected Adrien's reply.

"Why did they say that?" he asked, twining his fingers with the mischievous ones that were sliding on his stomach, successfully stopping the attack.

" 'cause I di'nt want the stripper dancing on me"

Ah. If he was honest, he had to admit that it was a bit of a relief to hear that no stranger had rubbed their bits on her, but the disgruntled look on her face showed that he needed to keep talking. "Mar, you aredefinitely not a prude" He'd been with her for almost eight years, and things were yet to get boring. Granted, to some people it might be weird to still be with theirLycée girlfriend; but well, there were things about their bond that were not explainable to the rest of the world. "And you know that" As a matter of fact, if he hadn't stopped her hand, itt would have most definitely reached its destination.

She removed her hand from his as she rolled on her stomach and lifted her weight up on her elbows "But I'm trying to seduce you now, and it's not working."

This made Adrien snort, which in turn earned him a narrowed eye look from Marinette. Had she not been drunk, and such an entertaining one at that, he would have been thoroughly seduced. "That's because you'redrunk. You can definitely seduce me in the morning"

" 'm not drunk" she said, blue eyes narrowed at him, Adrien gave her a look "b'rely" she said before adding "we did shots"

"I figured" he said, reaching for the light switch to turn off the lights after he glanced at the alarm clock on her bedside table. Damnit, it was almost five am. There was a high chance they would be spending the day in bed tomorrow (today?).

"And dares"

This peaked his attention, his eyebrow raising as he glanced at her, his hand hovering on the switct… he was curious now. "I wouldn't lick the stripper" she said "they gav' me shots."

Lick? Just what the hell went on in Bachelorette parties? "You took shots not to lick the stripper?" That was… just gross. And possibly not sanitary. He felt her quiet nod against his shoulder. "Good" He refused to ask if anyone had taken the challenge… He was sure he would not be able to look at their friends in the eye if he knew they did.

"I'll lick you though" she offered, her voice drowsy, and it was a relief to Adrien to see that her energy levels were finally dropping. Hopefully she'd be asleep soon.

"Good" he repeated, snickering as he planted a kiss on her forehead "sleep Mar"

"Kay. Love you" she muttered

"love you too"