the backstory to this scenario is in a one-shot i did called Christmas Comes Early, but i kept thinking that it just couldn't have been enough for our two faves, or me for that matter.

enjoy!

xo moonbaby

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Adrien's phone pinged.

Marinette: I'll be right down, sorry!

He looked up at the impressive façade of the Fashion Institute of Technology's main building, hands in the pockets of his long wool coat.

Excitement and a little nervousness buzzed through him. He hadn't seen Marinette since their unexpected Christmas tryst—family obligations and work had gotten in the way—but it was often on his mind. Not just the sight of her creamy skin in the firelight, but the feeling of complete warmth and ease in her company… and the sounds she made under him…

He shook his head a little and came back to the present. Business brought him to New York City, so he'd emailed her to have dinner after her classes were finished. ***

….

Marinette's phone pinged.

Adrien: I can come up and wait if you need time..

She quickly typed back.

Marinette: if you walk into this building you will be eaten alive. 2 minutes I promise.

She smirked a little.

Marinette: try not to look too good

Marinette set down her phone and returned to packing up her tools and materials, humming a little. Spring was in the air and the freshness had her mind in the gutter, aided by the new lingerie work she had been making and wearing. She found herself wondering what Adrien would think of new pieces when she tried them on, mind returning to the hungry look in his eyes at Christmas, his big, roaming hands on her body… she shivered and hastily closed her toolbox, surveying the work station.

Her eyes fell on a large bag of fabrics she'd forgotten about in her haste to leave. No way would it fit in her locker, but no way was she leaving it out here for the vultures.

Her phone pinged.

Adrien: can't make any purromises, my lady ;)

Marinette rolled her eyes instinctively, but a little rush of excitement went through her. She stowed her tools, shrugged on her coat, and hefted the fabric bag onto her shoulder. Good thing I cleaned my apartment… she thought to herself, and headed down to meet him.

…

Adrien watched people go by, determined not to stare at the door.

"Is New York to your liking, Mr. Agreste?" A lovely voice came from just behind him.

He turned, already grinning, to see Marinette before him, eyes bright and smile wide. Without thinking he grabbed her in a hug and lifted her off the ground, making her laugh out loud.

With a final squeeze, he set her down and they stepped back to look at each other. She shook her head and laughed to herself.

"What?" He looked at her eagerly.

"Your coat…I mean, wow." She looked it up and down, taking in the details with a trained and appreciative eye. "It's gorgeous."

"And what am I, chopped liver?" He teased.

She blushed and looked up at his handsome face, the perfectly windswept hair. "You're not so bad.." They looked at each other, smiling, until she gasped a little. "Oh! I have to make a small detour before dinner." She leaned down and picked up the duffel bag. "I need to drop this off at my apartment quickly, but I can meet you there.."

Adrien had already reached out and slung the bag over his shoulder. "Nonsense, I've got it. Lead the way."

Marinette smirked. "Let me know if you get tired, chaton, and we can switch."

Adrien blushed deeply. As if a former Ladybug needed help carrying a bag.

"What's in here, anyway? A body?" He readjusted the duffel bag. It was surprisingly heavy.

She laughed. "About 14 yards of velvet and wool."

"So you've moved on from corsets?" A vision of her in silk and lace flashed through his mind.

"Are you disappointed?" She held his gaze, eyes mischievous.

His mouth quirked into that crooked, Chat Noir smile. "I was hoping to borrow one."

Her head threw back and she laughed out loud. She felt giddy with excitement. It was so easy to be with him.

"If you actually want to know, we've moved forward about 400 years in undergarment history. That," she gestured at the bag, "was just a lucky opportunity."

She strolled backwards, taking him in. He couldn't help but notice the shine of her black heels against her stockings, wondering how far up they went…

"So how is Paris keeping? How's Bonnie?" She smiled, remembering the bubbly enthusiasm of Adrien's housekeeper, a huge Ladybug and Chat Noir fan she had met on her Christmas visit.

"Bonnie is great, and sends her love…rather forcefully. She is thrilled that I'm visiting you." Because she wants us to get married, he thought to himself. "Paris…" he looked around at the lights of New York, "Paris is quiet. A little too quiet, maybe. It's good to get out for a minute." He couldn't stop smiling at her. "It's so good to see you."

She fell into step with him as a flush of warmth filled her body inside her coat. She bumped his shoulder with hers, playfully. "You too, minou."

After a short walk, Marinette turned them down a smaller street to an old stoop. Trash cans were chained to an adjacent fence. She pulled keys from her coat pocket and started up the steps before looking at him, suddenly nervous.

"Do you want to come up? It's not much, but I cleaned.." she laughed a little and fiddled with her keys.

Adrien smiled at her, truly happy and unabashed. "I'd love to see where you live." The look on his face was one Marinette remembered from collége, eager to approve, despite his lofty origins.

Marinette nodded and opened the door, hyper aware of the peeling paint and sticky lock. The hallway was dim. The stairs creaked, and needed sweeping. Adrien was fascinated—his experience in most cities was limited to hotels or his colleague's grand holdings. He thought of Marinette's bedroom in Paris, and all the times he ended up on her balcony at night, looking out over the city.

"Don't be alarmed by how small it is, ok? It's basically unbelievable that I found a place in Manhattan at all."

"You know I don't care." Adrien's heart was beating a little faster now.

Marinette stopped in front of a red door. She could feel Adrien just behind her, and her heart rate quickened, hands trembling a little from nerves...or was it anticipation? The door finally swung open and she pressed to the side to let him through the tiny doorframe.

She swallowed as he pressed by her, those green eyes holding her gaze an extra moment before he stepped into the apartment.

Adrien did his best not to be surprised by how tiny it was. There was room to turn around, but only just- a dressmaker's dummy, sewing machine, and barely contained fabric hoard took up the space that could have had a couch. Kitchen was too generous a word for the miniature sink and hotplate on one side, and the rest was taken up by her bed, covered in a pink duvet that just screamed Marinette.

The door clicked shut and Adrien started a little, turning back to see Marinette leaning back against it, watching him look around. Her eyes were a little hooded, lips moist. It was his turn to swallow as he gently set the duffel bag on the floor.

She glanced at her watch and flicked her eyes up to his again, hoping she looked more relaxed than she felt, hoping he had the same pulsing warmth of tension in his stomach and lower.

"Is there time for a drink before dinner?" she asked, eyes wandering down his tall frame. "If-if you want one, that is."

His lips quirked into a small smile. "I'm not in any hurry." His eyes glinted with suggestion. "A drink sounds great."

She smiled and straightened up from where she was leaning to take off her layers. She felt his eyes on her as she slipped out of her coat, meeting his gaze as she pulled off the big scarf to reveal her neck and shoulders. Her black sheath dress was tailored perfectly to her figure, the scooping neckline emphasizing her pale skin and delicate collarbone.

Adrien started a little when she took a step forward, looking at him pointedly.

"May I..?" she said, gesturing at the hooks on the wall where she'd hung her clothes.

He quickly regained composure. "So that's it, then," he smirked, his hands on his buttons, eyes on hers. "You're just trying to get your hands on my coat."

She laughed a little, stepping forward to touch the lapels, taking in the material and the stitching. "Guilty as charged." He undid the final button and pulled the coat open, and Marinette found her hands resting on his chest as he slid it off of his arms. He shivered under her touch as a tiny moan escaped her throat at the heat rising from the muscles under his shirt.

"S-sorry!" she blushed hard, quickly removing her hands to take the coat from him and hang it up, flustered by the flush of desire in her body, unable to meet his eyes. "H-how about that drink?"

Marinette slipped past him to the kitchenette, opening a cabinet to retrieve a bottle of wine, her pulse jumping in her flushed, pink neck.

Adrien felt a dark twinge deep in his chest, familiar, but long since entertained. That snowy night in his mansion had been a delicious surprise, but the lust he felt coursing through him now was thicker and untamed, the memories of her naked pleasure fermented within him as he raked his eyes down her figure. Chat Noir's shoulders flexed under Adrien's crisp shirt.

Marinette was trying to peel the wrapper from the top of the wine bottle when two big hands landed gently on her shoulders. Her own hands dropped to the countertop involuntarily as they slid down her bare arms, eliciting a shivering gasp as she became aware of the warm presence behind her, of the hot breath just under her ear.

"Princess…" a deep, husky voice sent another shiver fell straight through her to the floor, making her grasp the countertop for support. Black leather around green eyes flashed through her mind.

A teasing, deliberate kiss pressed to her neck. "Do you want me, princess?" the voice asked, as a strong body pressed against hers, barely pinning her against the hard counter.

"Yes," she groaned, head falling forward as a tingle wakened her nipples. Big hands felt up and down her waist and sides before grasping her hips and turning her around. Chat Noir burned down on her from Adrien's eyes, and her breath caught as she craned her head to look up at him, hands gripping behind her for support as he tugged up her skirt to press a leg between hers.

"What do you want?" His voice was low and hungry, raspy from the desire stuck in his throat. His hands slid up her dress again, thumbs finding her nipples and pressing the darts of her dress into them. A high pitched whine escaped her and her eyes screwed shut at pressure of his thumbs and his thigh between hers.

"I—unhh! I want..ah, ah, AH!" She sank onto his leg and moaned at the contact, rubbing herself against him as pleasure bloomed inside her, pressing her head back against the cabinets, tearing a cry from her throat as the wave crested and subsided, leaving her chest heaving against Adrien's hands.

Slowly, she opened her eyes and lifted her head, blinking, ragged breath slowing. Her flushed skin blushed darker still as she met his amused eyes.

"I guess so," he quipped, smirking as his hands dropped down to her waist again, gently pulling back to let her stand on her own feet.

"S-sor—" Marinette tried to say, but warm lips silenced her with a deep kiss. She melted into it, letting his hands cup her face to his, mouth open to his ardent tongue.

"Don't apologize," he breathed, kissing her again before pulling back to look into her eyes. "Why do you think I came to New York?"

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yeah, it kind of snuck up on me too, mari. .

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