Author's Note:

I can't even write smut anymore without plot forming. These two... geez. They just keep wanting to talk.

I am never going to escape this fandom.

Saturday

There was nothing better than waking in a patch of sunlight, except perhaps a night of debauchery and lovemaking. Adrien woke slowly, listening to the soft sounds in the room.

"You know, you're doing it wrong."

A scratching of pencil on paper. "It's not supposed to be perfect, Plagg."

Plagg was insistent. "His left cheek is firmer than his right. Rounder."

"Plagg—"

"I know what I'm talking about, Marinette. I know his body, intimately. There's not a single part of him I haven't rubbed against."

"That is…" she cleared her throat. "Disturbing."

"You are naked beneath the suits," Plagg said and Adrien could hear the grin in his voice.

"Doesn't mean I want to know about it," Marinette muttered.

"That's really disturbing," Adrien muttered. Still lying on his stomach, he propped himself up on his elbows and peered at the shapes in the room. Marinette appeared to be curled up in the chair in the corner. He could see a lot of pale flesh and black underwear because Plagg wouldn't be here if she was naked. Beyond that, it was fuzzy. "What are you talking about?"

"Your butt," Marinette quipped.

Barely awake, he let his head dangle and brush against the pillow. "What about my butt?"

"Plagg says that your left cheek is firmer than your right, but he's forgetting this little thing called perspective."

"Huh?"

Movement and rustling of paper, then Marinette padded across the floor. Her hand started at his ankle, trailing all the way up his leg until she cupped his bottom. With a cheeky squeeze, she moved to the other cheek. "I don't see it. They seem perfect to me."

"Trust me on this," Plagg said.

Marinette lifted her knee and straddled Adrien's legs so that she could grip his cheeks and massage. "Still not seeing it."

"This is… weirdly arousing," Adrien muttered.

"I'm out," Plagg announced and his voice moved across the room at breakneck speed. "You're both so gross."

Marinette patted his rump and lifted away. "He's gone."

"That was easy," he said with a grin. "We'll have to remember that."

She giggled as she returned her seat.

"You were sketching me?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Why?"

"For science," she replied. "Prosperity."

"Posterior-ity."

She laughed. "Oh, nice one."

He chuckled and flopped face first into the pillow. Sliding his arms under the pillow, he fluffed it against his head. "What time is it?"

"Little after nine."

He groaned. "Breakfast should arrive soon. I should get up."

"No rush," she said and he heard her pencil scratching against paper.

"Such concentration. Should I twerk?"

"Absolutely," she said with a considering hum. "But later. I'm sketching."

"You still haven't told me why."

"You looked deliciously relaxed and I didn't want to wake you. Now, I want finish before you get up."

"How are you this morning?"

"I'm well," she chirped.

He lifted his head again and peered at her. "No. I want the truth. Are you sore?"

Silence.

Alarmed, he rolled onto his back and sat up. "Marinette?"

"A little."

He held out his hands to her and opened and closed them. "C'mere."

"It's not bad," she said, putting her sketchpad aside again. "It's like…" Placing her hands in his, she sat on the bed beside him. "A muscle ache when you've exercised past your limit."

Keeping one of her hands, he stretched up the other to brush her hair away from her face. "Don't sugar-coat."

"I'm not. It hurts less now than it did when I woke up." Her free hand pressed against his chest. "It's the good sort of pain. Now, you promised me flowers and wine. Not flowers and whine," she said, finishing the last word using its corresponding tone.

He laughed. "So I did. We'd better get dressed then. Do you want to shower first?"

"I've already showered," she said.

He nodded. "Alright. After breakfast, how about we walk around the grounds? The pictures make it seem lovely. Then we can decide what we want to do next."

"From what I can see out the window, I agree," she said and kissed him in a lazy way which left him aching for more. "Sounds like fun."

"Kiss me like that again and we won't make it out of the bedroom."

She laughed and brushed her fingers up his chest to his shoulder as she stood. "Look at you, one taste and you want it all the time."

"You've awakened something." He growled at her playfully and snapped his teeth and she danced away from him

"A terrible beast," she teased.

Smiling, he rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom to get ready for the day. By the time he came out, contacts in and towel around his waist, Marinette was dressed and munching on a croissant in the lounge as she chatted with Tikki. Pulling on boxers and pants, he flopped down beside her, kissing her neck as he accepted a cup of coffee.

"So, can I see this ode to my butt you were so busy drawing?"

"Tomorrow," she said. "Give me a chance to finish it."

"Do you want me to pose again?"

Her eyes glinted. "Yes. Absolutely. A lot of naked posing."

He laughed. "My pleasure, princess. But only if you get to be naked at the same time."

"Nope. That would be completely distracting for you and I'd never get any sketching done."

"Lies. And so unfair."

"That's the way it is. By the way, your cell's been beeping," she said, picking up her cup.

He wrinkled his nose and put his cup back on the coffee table. Jumping up, he snagged a croissant to eat while he grabbed a shirt and his cell. Finding the shirt was easy. Finding his cell wasn't. "Uh… where is it?"

"Beside the bed."

He frowned as he wandered over. Marinette must have moved it there. There were several messages and he bit of a piece of croissant to chew while he checked them. There were two from Nino, one from Tom and several from Gabriel.

Nino: Thanks, man. Awesome. So proud of you, bud! Don't forget to ask her!

Nino: Ps Alya says hi and you better not have hurt her baby.

Frowning, Adrien checked his previous messages but there was no message that would warrant Nino's reply, so he moved to Tom's which was just a picture of him giving the camera two massive thumbs up with a very silly grin.

"Did you send a message out this morning?" Adrien called, wandering back to the lounge.

She twisted on her chair to look at him. "No. Why?"

"Getting odd messages." Still frowning, Adrien thumbed to Gabriel's messages.

Gabriel: I did not need to know this, Plagg.

Adrien's eyes widened. "Oh, shit."

"What's wrong?"

Gabriel: Adrien, when you return, we need to speak.

His mouth went dry. "Plagg, what did you do?"

"Nothing."

Gabriel: Your mother is happy for you both.

Whatever message Plagg had sent them, he'd clearly covered his tracks and deleted the message, but he hadn't cleared the application history and Adrien choked when he saw that the camera had been used. He choked even more when he saw the picture. His stomach dropped away and he flopped down into the chair beside Marinette. "Jesus, Plagg!"

Plagg snickered.

"What?" Marinette asked, alarmed.

"He sent…" He made a dismayed noise. "A picture of a condom on a banana to my father, your father, and Nino."

Marinette's beautiful blue eyes blinked blankly at him. "He what?"

"You heard me." Adrien scrubbed his hand over his face and showed her his phone so she could see the picture.

She blinked at it a few times, then heaved in a sigh. Turning a stern gaze on the kwami, she scolded, "Plagg."

The kwami spread his paws and pretended he was innocent. "I did nothing."

She pressed her lips into a thin line. "Tikki, why didn't you stop him?"

"She was in on it too," Plagg said, still snickering.

Tikki wrung her paws. "You know how he is when he gets an idea in his head. I can't stop him."

"You know what?" Marinette said, looking at Adrien.

"What?" Adrien asked.

"I think this calls for it."

He nodded sombrely. "I think it's time."

"Time?" Plagg asked. "Time for what?"

Adrien sat back on the chair and fixed his gaze on Plagg. "You're no longer getting camembert. You're getting cheese-in-a-can."

Plagg scoffed. "That will make me weak. I won't be able to transform."

"That's okay," Adrien said, mild. "I just won't. I mean, there's no corrupt kwami. No supervillain. The number of akumas left in jars is dwindling. And we have Nath and Chloe. I think not transforming for a couple of months would be fine. You'll be fine, won't you, my lady?"

"Perfectly," Marinette replied. "It'd be nice to have a break from all those puns."

He smirked. "Oh. So mean."

"Months?" Plagg squeaked. "You're taking my camembert for months?"

"Longer," Tikki implored, suddenly too eager for this. "Do it longer."

"Wait, no, you're supposed to be on my side," Plagg complained.

"You deserve it. There's a limit."

"Aww, man this is just like the Floova incident all over again!" he complained.

"Which you started," Tikki said.

"I'll be good," Plagg blurted.

"Prove it," Marinette said.

Adrien agreed, "Prove it and we'll give your cheese back. Until then," he said, typing a message out to his mother, "I'm sending a message to Mom to remove all camembert from the mansion."

Plagg flailed. "This is cruel and unusual punishment." He darted to Marinette's shoulder to appeal to her. "Marinette! Don't let him! I'll waste away. Cheese-in-a-caaaaaan."

"Keep it up and I'll import some American cheese slices. I've heard that stuff is disgusting."

Plagg shut his mouth. He wilted and then gave Marinette kitten eyes. "Don't you love me anymore?"

"You won't waste away," she said and gave him a scratch on the head. "If you're good, we'll reward you."

"If you're bad, the cheese quality will only get worse." Adrien snickered and reached for his coffee.

After breakfast, they wandered through the halls of the Châteaux and followed the signs for the garden. It boasted sweeping lawns and a manicured hedge maze, as well as many small terraces littered on a hillside to sit at. A large fountain in the driveway, and the flower garden was located on a set of tiered garden beds sloping down the side of a hill toward the main road.

Marinette, as Adrien had suspected, made a beeline for flower garden. Since it was mid-fall, the perennials were in bloom the most, but there still some lingering summer flowers. He watched her trail her fingers along the flowers left and steal petals to nibble on. Seeing that there was no one else in this section of the garden, and they couldn't spot any cameras, Tikki and Plagg dove from their hiding spots to play and frolic.

Adrien's phone beeped with a message from his mother. All done. Do I even want to know what Plagg did to deserve that? Also, if you pop the question this weekend, I promise will pretend to be surprised when you return.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sent back a love heart emoji.

Marinette arched her eyebrows at him and nibbled on a petal she stole.

"All the camembert is gone from the mansion," he said, enjoying the soft wail of denial from Plagg.

She nodded. "Well good."

Tucking his phone away, he asked, "Hey, could I talk to you about something?"

"Sure."

His hands felt suddenly clammy and his voice squeaked in the middle of his sentence, "What do you think about marriage?"

Staring at him, Marinette slowly straightened from her hunch over the flowers. Posture portraying no emotions, she asked, "Which mother put you up to that?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Both of them actually. Moms have a way to wiggle into your head."

Marinette sighed. "They do."

"I'm not asking," he blurted. "Just to be clear. I'm not. I'm just asking your thoughts on the subject."

Walking along the garden bed slowly, forcing Adrien to move with her or be left behind, she trailed her fingers along the flowers. "You know, if you'd asked me about that when I was fourteen, I would've said I was going to be the future Madame Adrien Agreste and we were going to have three kids; Emma, Hugo and Louis, and live happily ever after in a castle. "

He was dumbfounded at that revelation. "You named our kids?"

She laughed. "I was fourteen, Adrien. A kid with big dreams and no hope of them ever coming true."

There was something teasing him. Something about her answer that sounded out of place. "What about now?"

With a tight lipped smile, she shrugged.

He wasn't sure what to make of that.

"We're a bit young, don't you think?" she asked.

"Dad asked Mom when she was eighteen."

She stopped and turned back toward him with a tilted head. "And did she say yes?"

"No." He thrust his hands into his pockets and hunched his shoulders. "Apparently they danced around each other for years. He'd ask her, she'd refuse saying she wanted to see the world. She sung her way through Europe, even over to America and he studied here in Paris and built his empire. She says… she always knew she'd marry him, because of his champion form. He knew it. She knew it. It was only a matter of time."

Marinette swallowed. "I don't want to get married because we're supposed to."

He blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of her words. "But… we're Ladybug and Chat Noir. We're meant to be together."

Marinette looked away. "That's… not a good enough reason, Adrien."

Crestfallen, he asked, "It's not?"

She wrapped her arms around herself. "Tikki, how many Chat Noir and Ladybug's ended up in a relationship?"

From her perch in the tree above them, Tikki said, "You will always love each other. The want, the need to protect your partner will always be strong. You can't help that. But in love? That part's entirely up to you."

"You get to choose who you be with," Plagg muttered. "There have been heaps of Ladybugs and Chat Noir's who have been nothing more than friends and married other people. Or tried to be lovers and failed."

Marinette said, "So it could change."

"There have also been heaps of Ladybugs and Chat Noir's who were perfectly happy together," Plagg muttered. "And they didn't deprive me of cheese."

"Everything can change," Tikki said. "We don't take that choice from you."

Adrien swallowed. "What are you saying, Marinette?"

"Those dreams I had as a kid were just dreams. Flights of fancy."

"Oh." He stared at her and waited.

"I don't want things handed to me. I don't want you…"

That was a knife straight to his chest, but he knew Marinette. Sometimes it took her a while to get her point across. It was either a mile a minute, or a careful consideration and it seemed that right now, even if she said things which sounded wrong, he was getting a consideration conversation.

She opened her hand and stared at her palm. "It's like..." Lifting her head, she stared out into the distance as she put on a television announcers voice. "'Ladybug, you've just saved all of Paris, here's you prize! A handsome young man who will worship the ground you walk on and a brand. New. Car!'" She waved her hands around, pretending she was the announcer who'd just delivered the best news ever.

He snorted at her act and she threw him a smile. "Do you see?" she continued. "That's not fair. I want to earn it. I want to work for it. I don't want to look at you and say, 'this is mine because destiny said it was'. I want, 'this man loves me for who I am and I love him for than life itself and we earned our place at each other's side'."

He nodded. "And we fight to stay there not because we have to, but because we want to."

She seemed relieved. "Yes."

"I love you."

A brilliant, thousand watt smile bloomed on her face. "I love you too."

"Emma, Hugo and Louis. Only three?"

"And a dog."

A sharp shake of his head and a pulled face. "Nope. Deal breaker."

"How about a hamster?"

"Do you want Plagg to eat it? Do I get any say on these kids' names?"

She beamed and flirted, "Maybe I'll let you chose their middle name."

"Does this mean you do want to marry me someday?"

She stopped walking. Turning, she gave him a serious look. "Adrien, I want you to promise me something."

"Anything."

"If I'm ever not enough for you, let me know. I don't want to stop you from experiencing the world. You don't owe me anything."

He frowned. "What makes you think you're not enough for me?"

"All I'm saying is…" Pinching the bridge of her nose, she groaned and muttered, "We've had sex once and you're already talking marriage. Don't settle."

"I'm testing the waters. You know, being an adult, having an open conversation with my girlfriend, whom I love, about where she sees our future heading because I know our mothers are going to bombard us with questions when we get back and I want us to be on the same page. That's not settling."

She evaded and stole a few more petals to chew on. "If you ever want to explore… or experiment or… be with anyone else—"

Ignoring the last part of that, he said, "And I can't do either of those things with you." He pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. "Woe is us, stuck for the rest of our lives in missionary. All those other positions wasted because Marinette won't experiment. I'm gonna throw my Karma Sutra book out right now."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Stop it." Pausing, she tilted her head. "You have a Karma Sutra book?"

He shrugged. "Nino thinks he's funny."

"Ahh. Did you bring it?"

That surprised him. "No?"

She smiled. "Shame."

He smirked, then let it die. "Serious question, have you settled for me?"

She seemed shocked. "No, of course not."

"Then how could you think I'd settle for you?"

Her shoulders slumped a fraction.

Adrien narrowed his eyes. Stepping up to her, he wrapped his arms around her. She melted against him, her arms looping around his waist and her forehead to his chest. Resting his chin on her head, he said, "Someone said something."

"No."

"Was it Siobhan?"

"No. No, it wasn't. I'm just… this came from nowhere. I hadn't thought about it that's all. My mind is all caught up on university and fashion and enjoying this time with you. I wasn't looking that far into the future. I thought… I mean, shouldn't the next thing be moving in together? Not marriage."

"I guess my timing was a little off, wasn't it? Romantic getaway, sudden question in marriage. Did I scare you?"

"A little."

He stroked her hair.

"You still don't know what you want out of life… your taking business and finance for your father. You still model for him. You play piano for your mother, but you didn't go into music. I wonder… how much do you do for you?"

"I'm going to be a stay-at-home dad and mooch of my hot, successful wife and raise Emma, Louis and Hugo."

Marinette snorted into his chest.

He kept running his hand over her head. "I'm taking business and finance so I'll know what to do with this massive empire my father plans to leave me. Whether that's keep it running or sell it off, or whatever, I need to be informed. I like numbers, so it's not as bad as you think. I'm taking business and finance so that I can be the future Monsieur Dupain-Cheng and help my wife with her first business if that's what she chooses. Or help her run my father's. Or help her parents with their finances so they can retire. Or help Nino run his club. Or Chloé become the best Mayor Paris has ever had. Or—"

Marinette's head had lifted away from his chest half-way through that speech and now she asked, "Monsieur Dupain-Cheng?"

He shrugged. "Agreste-Cheng? Agreste-Dupain? 'Cause Agreste-Dupain-Cheng sounds like a mouthful."

She had this tiny smile on her face. "It does."

"Whatever we chose."

"You are such a people pleaser," she scolded. "None of that is for you."

"Marrying you would be for me."

"Adrien—"

"I'm packing as much as I can in now, so that when I'm done… I thought maybe I'd do a teaching degree."

Her smile spread across her face until it shone from her. "That sounds like a promising career for the future Monsieur Dupain-Cheng."

"Does this mean you do want to marry me?"

"Of course I do. One day."

Ducking down his head, he pressed his lips to hers. Drawing back a fraction, he asked, "Do you want to move in together?"

She laughed and gripped his shirt to pull him back down. "You are such a dork."

They wandered around Tours, walking through the city and taking snapshots of each other as they visited the various flower gardens. They brought bagels for lunch and ate them in a park by the river, laughing and teasing each other and the kwami. To help them feel like proper tourists, and because he promised both flowers and wine, Adrien booked them on a wine tasting and dinner tour around Tours, just so they would see more of the countryside.

While the tour of Tours did consist of mostly older, retired couples, there were a few younger people in the group as well and Adrien and Marinette slotted into the group easily.

At each winery, they made a game of the wine tasting, pretending to have far more knowledge of wine than they really did, and describing smell and taste in as many silly ways as they could.

Adrien grinned. "Wafts of apples, pears and armpits on the metro."

Marinette lifted her glass to smell the wine. "Obviously hand-picked by unfair men in bikinis on the morning twilight."

"From the sound of the glass, it contains the shattered remains of some poor soul."

"The heady, earthy, smoky, fiery tang of air and water thrown together in a blender."

"With grapes."

"Mustn't forget that. Gently roasted over the souls of the dammed for ten thousand years to produce mush."

"Liquefied Viagra with a hearty blend of—"

Marinette snorted and then coughed up her wine in a napkin. "Ow," she wheezed, fanning her nose. "That smarts."

Adrien laughed and rubbed her back. "Sorry."

"You'd think after all this time I'd remember not to drink when you tell jokes."

"Making you laugh when you least expect it is the best thing about jokes," Adrien replied. Placing his elbow on the table, he rested his chin in his palm. "I love your laugh."

"You are a shameless flirt."

"Only with you." Picking up his knife and fork, he cut some more of his steak dinner. "I've really enjoyed this weekend."

"Me too," she replied with a delighted sigh. "I don't want it to be over."

"We could—"

"Don't you suggest it," she warned.

He was the picture of innocence. "What?"

"You love to spoil."

"You deserve it. Besides, you rarely let me."

"Because you go overboard when I do."

He pouted. "Hey, I've done pretty well this weekend."

Her smile softened. "You have."

"I was thinking, though… about what you said earlier and what the next step was."

She raised her eyebrows and waited.

"Nino's been making a lot of noise about moving out of home and we've been tossing around an idea, just sort of half-hearted. A what if."

She made a hum to show she listened.

"Alya's studying and working. You're studying and working. He's working hard as a DJ. What if the four of us moved in together?"

She blinked.

He pressed on. "I know how expensive living in Paris can be and Nino can't afford to move out on his own, but he doesn't want to stay at home for much longer."

She nodded. "His parents don't like his choice of career."

"And the fact that he's out most of the night. Nino's also talking to Kim and Max and a few other people about setting up a share house. I also know if I said the word, Mom would just buy me an apartment and I don't… I want to experience life, I don't want to be coddled. If I moved in with you guys, into a place we all agreed on and could afford, she wouldn't be tempted to just buy it for me."

Marinette cupped her chin. "Yes, she would. And you'd live there to make her happy, even if it wasn't what you wanted."

He sighed. "Probably. But," he continued, shaking a finger at her, "—if I said I intended to eventually live there with you, she'd be less likely to encroach on another woman's territory and I'd get more of a say."

Marinette beamed. "Nino would love it. He'd be a kept man."

He dropped his hand and sat back to stare at her. "I'd charge rent."

Her smile said she didn't believe him. "At reduced rates." With wide, innocent eyes, she said, "You'd have to clean your own socks."

He snorted. "You're worried about that? I'm capable. I know my way around a washer and a dryer. I can clean. I can budget. I can cook."

She laughed. "No, you can't."

He mock glared. "I order a mean take-out. And yes, I might splurge and build myself a cat-nap zone, but I should be allowed to do that. I worked hard for my money too."

"I never said you didn't." Her lips pressed together. "Four way split?"

"Absolutely. Yes, it might be a better place than Nino could afford on his own, but… c'mon. You guys are my best friends. Why can't I do something like this if I'm able?"

"I'm not saying you shouldn't."

"We'd be able to see a lot more of each other then," he suggested and wiggled his eyebrows. "Every night."

"We see each other every night anyway," she said, meaning patrol.

"I meant—"

"I know what you meant." He waited, with bated breath, and watched as she narrowed her eyes at him, then her forehead creased in thought. After a long moment, she nodded. "I like the idea, Adrien. I do. I just… not yet, okay? If you want to move in with Nino, and can convince your father, go for it and I will spend as many nights there as you want me to. But I want to focus on this first year at Esmod and I don't feel that I can do that while setting up a home too."

With a sad sigh, he nodded.

She laughed. "I say that now," she said and stretched out her hand across the table to his. "Knowing full well that if you and Nino set up together, I won't be able to resist and neither with Alya."

With a grin, Adrien lifted her hand to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. "Yeah, that's what Nino said."

She cupped her free hand under her chin as she looked at him. "You've been doing a lot of thinking lately, haven't you?"

"I guess?" Lacing their fingers together, he picked up his drink with his other hand. "Is that a problem?"

"No. Just that there has been a lot of future discussion today, that's all."

"Well, it's something that needs to happen," he said. "We talked about university before we chose the ones we're going to. It's… somewhat of a consolation prize. I go home and tell my mom that you don't want to marry me yet but suggested that maybe we could move in together. She'll be happy we're planning a future together instead of just our careers. We get to be on the same page and maybe I'll get to move out into my own place."

"Devious. Plagg, are you proud?"

"Immensely. Can I have some cheese?"

Adrien protested, "I didn't do it deliberately, it just worked out that way."

She squeezed his fingers. "I know."

It was nine before they made it back to the Châteaux, giggly and tired. Marinette insisted that he use the bathroom first and prepare for bed, despite him arguing they could use it together. With a light flush, she told him she has a surprise for him, and after that he was more than happy to wait for it.

The surprise, he found out as she came out of the bathroom, was babydoll lingerie.

It was sheer. Lacy. Red. It left nothing to his imagination, yet tantalised him more than her bare skin did. He could see the dark circles of her nipples through the fabric, her tasty belly button, the provoking red thong. Her hair fell loose around her shoulders and framed her face. Her rose gold necklace and pendant flashed in the low light of the room. She'd pinked her lips and added a light blush to her cheeks, just enough to enhance and make him want to taste. He wanted to slide his hands all over her, feel the silkiness as cloth glided across her skin.

Without taking his eyes off her, Adrien put his cell on the bedside table and watched as she sauntered across the room to him. He took it all in, swishing hips, sultry eyes, a game smile. She knew. She knew exactly what she was doing to him and she revelled in it. "Wow."

"You like?" she asked, preening. Her chest seemed to swell as she arched her back to present it to him. "Alya wanted me to go with black, but I think red is my colour."

He nodded, his tongue too thick for words.

Standing at the foot of the bed, she said, "Back against the headboard."

"What?"

She flashed him a smile. "Just do it. Put a pillow there if you need it."

Mind whirling, he could barely take his eyes off her as he followed her instructions.

Bouncing up, she stood on the mattress and walked along to him. She stood over him, her feet on either sides of his thighs. Cupped her calves, he drowned in the view up her body.

She was going to ruin him. Completely and utterly. And he was going to enjoy every moment.

Lifting a foot off the bed, she balanced as she ran her toes across his boxers. "This is going to make things hard."

He couldn't resist the smirk. "I am way beyond hard."

The smile faltered for a second. "I set myself up for that, didn't I?"

He slid his hand up to the back of her knee, then leant over to kiss above it. Her foot lifted to his chest to push him back against the headboard. His back thumped and the wood latticework dug in and he didn't care.

She did, her eyes widened a fraction. "I didn't hurt you then, did I?"

"I'm tough."

She fussed, "Put a pillow behind you."

"Don't need it," he said, clasping his hand over her foot on his chest. Leaning forward, he pressed an open-mouth kissed to her calf while his other hand slid upward again. The muscles on her thigh rippled as he passed his palm over it. "Do I get to unwrap my surprise?"

She toed his boxers again. "You're wearing too many clothes."

His hand slid under the red chiffon of her babydoll so he could curl his fingers around the strap of her thong. "So are you, lovely one."

"Yes, but judging by the hungry look in your eyes, mine are staying on."

"Most of it," he said, tugging. He slid the thong down her legs and she took her foot off his chest so he could slip the thong off. "Except this."

She smiled. "I really did awaken something, didn't I?"

He rested his hands on her outer thighs as he smiled up her. "It was about time."

Adjusting her stance, she sank down toward him. He let his fingers linger against the chiffon as she settled. "It's a shame you're still wearing boxers," she said. "Or we'd be skin to skin right now."

His eyes widened. "I didn't…. Stand up."

With a mischievous smile, she crooned, "Nope. Now you have to wait."

"You know they have a hole in the front."

She dug her hand down between them and Adrien closed his eyes as her fingers slipped inside his boxers. "Oh. So it does."

He groaned as her fingers freed him from his boxers and his head dropped back to rest against wood.

"So sensitive," she crooned.

"You have no idea."

She kissed his chin. "I have an idea." She wriggled forward so the wet heat of her was right against him. "Same sensitivity, just a little more concentrated." She rocked her hips. A tiny movement, but he felt it sweep through him. She rocked again, flexing and rolling her hips.

He met her with messy, open mouthed kisses and licks against her mouth, her cheek, her neck, her collarbone, her arm, anywhere he could reach. A suckle against the spot her neck joined her shoulder. He teased the spaghetti strap to fall just enough that he could release one breast from its confines and he lavished his attention there. His purr roared and rumbled, a constant vibration which flowed through him and into her.

Her fingers, cupping beneath his length so her nails pricked his lower abdomen, pressed him to the warmth of her slit, holding him there but not allowing him an angle to enter. The groan that came from Adrien's throat was almost primitive. Hands clutching at her hips, he tried to draw her closer.

Marinette moaned, a breathy gust of air against his hair and Adrien cracked open his eyes and lifted his head. She was flushed, her eyes closed, her teeth sunk into her lower lip. One hand on his chest, over his heart, the other guiding him, holding him, keeping him rubbing against her. When she opened her eyes and their gaze connected, it was like lightning had passed through her and into him. So much lust in her gaze, mingled with love.

He was outside. Rubbing outside and yet his senses still reeled and every action she did made his heart pound, his fingers quake and his belly churn with want. Her breasts rubbed against his chest with every rock of her hips. His hand crept up her back, pressing between her shoulder blades as he dropped mouth to her chest. Her back arched, her hips tiled further forward as she raised her chest to him and there was more pressure. Against both of them. Slick and hard and warm and soft all at once.

There was nothing between them. Air. Moist warmth from her which coated, but nothing else. No clothing, no suit, no condom. She was right there, right there, and all he wanted to do was bury himself to the hilt and feel.

While she'd been on the pill since they were fifteen to help the unintended side effects of their Miraculous, and he would know if she was fertile in the spring, he couldn't be sure that carried over to the other seasons. He didn't think… but couldn't think and if they didn't stop, wouldn't think.

"We need… we should…" He gasped and his head thudded back against the headboard. "Condom."

"I know," she whispered and nipped his jaw. "I just wanted you to feel me."

"I feel you," he choked out. "But if…. y-ou— don't… soon… and… not gonna wanna."

Her palm wrapped around the head completely and all that came out of Adrien's mouth was an elongated 'f'. She released him and lifted away and he mourned.

"You have twenty seconds," she said as she stood. "Then I'm sitting back down."

He scrambled to remove his boxers and grab the condoms from the drawers. "When did you turn into this demanding lovebug?"

"Always was," she replied.

He tore the packet with his teeth as he looked up at her. "If you'd done that before, I would have succumbed to your charms sooner."

She smiled. "Which is why I didn't. I wanted you to be ready."

He nodded. "I'm sorry I kept you waiting."

"Don't be. Completely worth it." She watched with far too much interest in his movements as he unrolled the condom and lathered on lube. As he looked back up at her, her body language edged toward awkward as she lost her confidence. "Do you want to lie down or sit up?"

Gliding a hand between her legs, he sank a finger into her warmth. "What do you want?"

She closed her eyes and rested a hand on his head. She was warm, wet and pliable and he was willing to bet more than ready for him. Using his other hand, he coaxed her down to him. She stayed on her knees above him so he could position, then as he moved his hand away, she sank slowly down.

This way was good for her. He could tell by the tiny adjustments she made while sinking. Her hands rested on his shoulders, her eyes closed so she could concentrate on touch and Adrien found himself watching her face for signs of discomfort. When she was completely down, a smile crept across her lips.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I can feel your purr," she whispered, sounding awed.

"Huh?"

"I couldn't feel it yesterday. But like this— it's barely there and… oh."

An interesting and new development, that 'oh' was so full of surprise and pleasure and he wanted her to make it again. He wrapped his arms around her to hold her to him and increased his purr for a moment, then let it die back.

Her lips parted with a breathy gasp. "That's… s… cheating."

He gusted out a laugh.

"Do it again."

With a quick suck on her neck, he hummed his agreement. He could make tiny changes where he was, small thrusts, but she was completely in control and so enthralled in his purr her movements were erratic. With his arms around her, he was able to lift her, coaxing her to move. She flexed her hips and they discovered when she rolled them, it worked best for both of them.

Time slipped away as his world narrowed to her. Her moans and the sweetness of her breath. It narrowed to the flexing of her hips and the rising of her chest. It narrowed to the sheer look of concentration on her face when he dared peek open his eyes. To the lust that danced in her eyes when he caught her gaze.

Every now and then, between peeks and glazed looks, their eyes would meet and heat sizzled between them. It became a battle of wills, staring at each other as they lathered as much pleasure as they could on the other person, fighting over who would be the first to succumb and drop their gaze. Whatever the result, the staring would end in a satisfied noise from one of them and a puffy laugh.

She shuffled, then repositioned. No longer kneeling, but sitting on him instead so her knees were by his ribs. Her chest rose as she arched her back and there was enough space between them that Adrien slithered a hand down to play.

Roll and rock, she ground against him. He could feel it coming, a tingle down his spine and a pressure to release but he was absolutely determined to help her get there before he did. He refocussed his efforts on her nub, caressing in little circles with his fingers.

It must have crept up on her. She increased the pace of her hips, then lost it completely as she let loose a high pitched whine and threw her head back, her weight falling on his arm as it supported her back. The whine tumbled into a rhythmic moan, pulsing and shuddering through her. He thought her riding him to completion was the most erotic thing he'd ever seen and he was swift to follow, carried on the crest of her waves to completion.

A few more shattered movements filled with guttural moans which held no real purpose, then he rested both his hands on her hips to still them.

Raising her head, it fell on his shoulder. "Stop purring. Too much."

He swallowed and tried, but the motor had a mind of its own. "Can't."

"Such a cat." With a soft chuckle, she tilted sideways to help him slide out of her, then flopped on the mattress. "I'm suddenly boneless."

"That's a good way to be," he murmured and untangled himself so he could head to the bathroom. "Be right back."

She was barely awake when he returned. Just enough so that he could find her pillow and tuck the blankets around her. Switching off the light, he crawled into bed beside her and pulled her into his arms. She curled against his chest, tucking a foot between his legs. "New favourite position."

"Out of all two of them we've tried," he joked.

"Still the best. Wow."

"I can't believe I got you there. I thought that'd take us lots of practice."

"It was the purr," she replied. "I wasn't ready for that."

"Least we know it's good for something."

Half asleep, she cooed, "I love your purr."

"I love you," he whispered, kissed her head and snuggled closer.

Author's Notes:

Children in Paris often don't move out of home until their mid-twenties (even going through University while staying with their parents). Student residences are hard to get (and according to my research, reserved for scholarship students, and the scholarships work different than in America). There's no 'American college' mentality (dorms, living away from home, party life etc). They tend to stay with their parents until they are set on their career path and can afford to live on their own, and Paris itself is an expensive place to live. (It is different in other parts of France).

That being said, there have been signs in this that Nino's home life isn't great (there was a big one in Glaze during the snow storm). I think, because of how angry he got during the Bubbler episode, when he didn't even think about his own parent's fate when making all adults pay, that maybe he… doesn't have any at all. So, it's plausible that he'd ask Adrien to move in together.

Adrien has always struck me as someone who, when he makes up his mind about something, he just goes for it. He never gave up going to school and kept trying to sneak out despite his father's anger. Look at him deciding within the first two episodes that he loved the girl behind the mask. Not like. Loved. Look at the way he asked Nino to confess in Animan, not an 'I like you', it's a straight up 'I love you'. He spends all his time trying to figure out how to get Ladybug to see him, he doesn't notice Marinette. When he wants something, really wants it, he doesn't hold back on voicing it.

Mum hat: So, that rubbing on the outside business. You can still get STI's from that. You can still get pregnant from that (rare but it can happen. It is possible for pre-cum to contain active sperm, if the boy has masturbated recently without peeing afterwards). Wear a condom and use your best judgement. The reason they don't here is 1) Marinette is on the pill 2) First partner for anything, minimal risk of STI's (still possible). If, for example, either of them had had another partner before and had oral sex, then Marinette would never have done that.