Chapter Three: Hooked On A Feeling

Chat Noir finished lighting the last candle and stood back to admire his work. Yet again, he'd created the romantic rooftop setting for his lady and this time she'd promised not to stand him up. Moving to the twin pillow piles, the black clad hero sat and began distributing their food.

After five months of dating, Chat Noir was keenly aware of what his partner liked to eat. While he wasn't much of a cook, he knew how to provide. He'd organised to have a banquet of Chinese food cooked and smiled to himself as he examined the spread.

Soon enough, there was the sound of featherlight footfalls behind him. Unable to withhold his smile, Chat Noir glanced over his shoulder. "About time, milady."

Ladybug chuckled as she sauntered to him, wrapping her arms around his waist to kiss his cheek from behind. "I'm only a minute or two late."

"I suppose it would be rude of me to think you'd actually be punctual."

She lifted her hand to slap him playfully on the chest. "Watch it, mister or I'll go home."

"Empty threats, bugaboo. I know you find me irresistible. Besides, I have something delicious for you." He gestured to the food.

"I can see that," she replied, staring at him.

Chat Noir smirked, loving her hungry expression. "Now, now. The food will get cold. You can nibble on me later."

"That better be a promise."

"Oh milady, it's a guarantee." Holding out his hand, Chat helped her settle onto the cushions and passed her plate.

A delighted smile lit Ladybug's face. "You've been talking to my Mum."

"I have. Do you like what's for dinner?"

"Yes, I do."

He watched as she tucked into her chow mein, grinning to himself as she let out a happy moan. Chat Noir picked up a spring roll, dipped it in sweet and sour sauce then took a large bite. He echoed Ladybug's sentiment. The food was fantastic.

For an hour they sat, dined and talked. When they finished eating, they laid back in the pillows together, staring at the stars. "A while back you mentioned my eyes are the colour of the sky after a storm. It was rather poetic, considering you were drunk."

Chat Noir's cheeks flushed but he turned his masked face towards his partner. "I do have a vague recollection of saying that. Did you like it?"

"You're awfully sappy, kitty."

That cracked him up. "Like you're not."

"We make a good pair then."

"The best."

The stars above were forgotten as they gazed at each other. Chat Noir stroked Ladybug's cheek with his knuckles. "Happy belated birthday, Marinette. I wish I could have stolen you away on your actual birthday."

"You would have endured the wrath of Alya if you'd spoiled her party plans."

"I know. That's why I waited."

Slowly Chat Noir closed the distance between them, kissing his partner without hurry. Ladybug wrapped her arms around him, kissing him back with a little more vigour before she pulled away to look at him. The heroine pressed her teeth against her bottom lip anxiously as she reached for his hand and laced their fingers. "Speaking of waiting, we joked about you making me a woman for my birthday."

"We did." Chat Noir replied, deciding he'd let her elaborate.

His partner swallowed. "Is that something you're considering doing?"

A slow smirk settled across Chat Noir's face. "Possibly."

"Chat," she grumbled, "Stop teasing me."

Lying on his side, Chat Noir tucked his free hand under his face and eyed his lady. "Teasing would imply that I'm not prepared to follow through. Besides having sex doesn't really make someone a man or woman, in reality it's how they act. I was just being stupid."

"I would have said drunkenly stupid."

"That's a fair assessment. But in all seriousness, I want our first time to be because we both want it and there's no pressure." The cat-themed hero raised his leg to wrap it around hers. "However, do feel free to have me for dessert."

Ladybug laughed as he wiggled his masked eyebrows. "Hmm, I don't know. What other dessert options do I have?"

"Cake, but it's in a secret location."

"Really? Why is that?"

Chat Noir raised his fingers to stroke her face tenderly. "Because I thought it would be nice to have some quality time together without the threat of Alya posting it on her blog."

"I can't believe she has a whole gallery devoted to photos of us kissing."

"Since I'm an avid follower, I totally believe it. It's the page I visit most."

Ladybug cupped his cheek in return, bringing his face closer. "Don't I kiss you enough, Mr Noir?"

"That's rather formal. And no, I never get enough kisses from you. I'm addicted to your mouth. Those amazing lips do all sorts of things to me."

"How about you shut up about it and kiss me then."

"You were the one who stopped." But before Ladybug could chastise him further, Chat Noir responded in the way she wanted him to. His gloved hands cradled her face as he kissed her. The leg he'd already thrown over hers tightened as he deepened their kiss but it was Ladybug who used tongue first. Chat Noir responded in kind, growing bolder as her hands explored his chest.

For some time, they lay side by side kissing and caressing each other languidly until they parted for much needed oxygen. Ladybug brushed Chat's hair away from his face to study him. "I really should have turned up here the first time."

"And I should have gone for ice cream with my friends and then come here. Thinking back, I was rather selfish in my actions. I was so determined to win you over that I pushed aside my friends. Stupid me, I didn't realise the girl whose attention I wanted most had been utterly disappointed by me being a no show."

"We inadvertently stood each other up."

"At least my stupidity eventually got us together."

"Yet you're still a virgin." Ladybug teased.

"I'm okay with that. I'm with you and that's what matters most."

"So you didn't book a hotel room, shower it with rose petals and put on seductive music to set the mood?"

"All the rose petals and candles are here."

"Does that mean you did book a room?"

Chat Noir rubbed at his nape. "Not exactly."

She burst out laughing. "What did you do?"

Circling one of her black dots on her shoulder with the pad of his finger, Chat Noir admitted, "Well at the mansion there a number of guest bedrooms that get very little use. I may have organised for one in particular to have an open window… in case we wanted to use it. The cake may also be located there too."

"Does this mean the whole 'we'll wait for the right moment' spiel you just gave me is rubbish?"

"No, I was just ensuring that we had an appropriate location sorted in case you did want to jump my bones."

"Ever the romantic."

"Come and have your cake." He said standing up and tugging on her hand.

"Alright, show me to this intimate location of yours." Ladybug smirked at him.

"Very well then. Should I carry you over the threshold, I mean windowsill?"

"We're not getting married, Chat."

"Not yet," he murmured to himself.

"What was that?"

"Oh, nothing."

Chat Noir extended his staff and leapt away first, glancing back to ensure his lady was following. Together they danced across the rooftops. Racing and teasing as they drew closer to the Agreste mansion. Once there, Chat took Ladybug to the far side of the building and into one of the upper level windows.

The moment they were inside Ladybug let out a gasp at the opulence. Having grown up with it, Chat Noir wasn't blown away by the expensive furnishings but he understood how elegant it was. Leaving her to peruse the room, the black clad hero walked through the small living space to the buffet cabinet where a cakebox sat in waiting.

He knew the moment Ladybug spotted it. "Been supplied by the best bakers in town?"

"Of course," he grinned as opened the Dupain-Cheng signature box and began slicing individual pieces of caramel cheesecake. "I believe this is one of your favourites. But be warned, we should eat this while transformed, otherwise Plagg will inhale it before we get a chance to enjoy it."

Ladybug laughed and nodded. "No worries, let's eat cake in costume."

Carrying a single plate to the loveseat, Chat Noir patted the spot beside him and waited for his partner.

"Where's yours?" she asked.

"I thought we'd share." And with that, Chat Noir used the cake fork to break off a piece of cheesecake which he held out to his lady.

She opened her mouth and happily accepted his offering. The cat themed hero watched with rapture as he pulled the fork tines from her lips and he leant forward to lick the crumbs from her skin.

"Do you intend to do that with every bite?"

"I did say we were sharing, and this is my idea of sharing."

Ladybug grinned with her lips together as she chewed. "I like this concept of yours."

And so, he continued to feed her and lick away the excess. By the time the plate was clean both were breathing heavily and leaning towards the other. The moment Chat Noir sat the empty plate down, Ladybug hooked him by the bell and reeled him in for a passionate kiss.

With her arms wrapped around his neck, Chat Noir was laid back on the cushions as his lady crawled up his body. Their mouths moved together with increasing fervour and he groaned out loud when her lips trailed along his jaw before she nipped his earlobe.

"Are you trying to tell me something, bugaboo?"

"You guaranteed that I was allowed to nibble you."

"That I did."

"Where would you like to be nibbled?"

The rise and fall of his chest increased. "Everywhere."

"Hmm," she said, sitting back to eye him. "That's going to be difficult while you're dressed."

Chat Noir eased her from his lap and stood. "Claws in."

The pair smirked as Plagg headed straight for the cheesecake. "He's in his happy place," Adrien remarked as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

Ladybug's eyes were fixed to his fingers, watching as he slowly undid each button. When he was done, he raised his hands to his sternum and ever so slowly parted the two sides of his shirt to expose his defined chest, then removed his arms from the sleeves. He hurled the garment at his girlfriend and grinned. "Shall I keep going?"

"Please do," she practically purred.

Adrien tossed his head, allowing his hair to cascade across his eyes as he gave her a smouldering stare. He reached for his belt and removed it with a swift jerk and shucked it behind him. Next, the model unbuttoned his jeans and gradually unzipped his fly. With methodical slowness, Adrien pushed his jeans down his thighs to his ankles and snorted. "I forgot to take off my shoes."

Capable hands untied his laces but the moment he tried to dislodge his shoe the model lost his balance and tumbled back onto the bed. Adrien cracked up laughing as he lay in a heap, trapped by his own clothing.

His partner sauntered over to inspect him with hands on her hips. "That was really hot until you fell over."

Lifting his feet, the model shot her a coy smile. "Take off my shoes for me?"

Ladybug dropped to a crouch and pried both shoes from his feet. "Just an FYI, I'm not kissing your feet. They smell like old cheese."

"Cheese?" Said Plagg as his head lifted the box lid, his face was covered in smears of cheesecake and crumbs.

"I was talking about his feet."

"Oh, I've got a collection of his stinky socks already. You may proceed." And the box lid dropped as the cat kwami resumed his feasting.

"Did you hear that? Plagg gave us his blessing."

Ladybug sniggered. "He has cheesecake, I'm not surprised."

"Maybe you should release Tikki so she can have some before it's gone."

"Good point. Spots off."

"Thank you!" Tikki chirped as she darted for the box as well.

Adrien placed his hands upon Marinette's hips as he kicked off his jeans and flung away his socks. "You're way overdressed, princess."

"I don't remember offering a striptease."

"No?" The model said with feigned nonchalance as he stood to tower over her. He dropped his hands from her and stepped to the side, removing his underwear in a slow bend that gave her a full view of his taunt behind. "There, I'm done." And with that, Adrien dropped his underwear from his thumb and forefinger on his way to lounge on the bed upon his belly.

Blue eyes darted between the naked man on the bed and his last item of clothing disposed of on the floor. "Y-You're naked."

Adrien propped his face up with his hands and studied her with a smug look. "Yes, I am. Your turn or would you prefer to kiss every inch of my skin, with the exception my feet, while dressed?"

His partner continued to stare.

"Would you like me to roll over?" his expression was positively wicked.

Marinette kicked off her shoes and pulled her shirt over her head. Unlike him, her movements were rushed and clumsy. Adrien didn't care but he did his best not to laugh when the zip in her skirt got stuck on her pantyhose. The budding designer yanked at the zipper with growing frustration. "Come on, dammit!"

"Should I cataclysm it?" Adrien asked as he continued to watch.

Stopping, Marinette drew in a slow breath to calm herself and then managed to release the zip. Unfortunately, her pantyhose were ruined, having snagged a ladder running to her knee. Still, she rolled them slowly down her abdomen to her toes. Adrien pushed himself up on his arms to get a better view of those sexy legs. But it was her turn to toss clothing at his face. He made sure he caught her pantyhose with his teeth.

Again, Marinette looked like she could faint from his antics. He decided it best if he stayed on his belly for now. Yet his own cockiness was put to the test when his partner sashayed to the bed in nothing but her bra and panties. The deep blue lace contrasted with her pale skin but the thin fabric gave him glimpses of what lay beneath. Perhaps lying on his belly had been a mistake, things were getting rather uncomfortable down south.

The tips of her fingers brushed his shoulder and skimmed down his side as Marinette walked to the head of the bed where his feet rested. Adrien felt the mattress dip as she climbed on with him. Her hands cradled his left shin and then her mouth began nibbling up his calf to the back of his knee. The model closed his eyes and dropped his forehead onto his arms as he groaned.

But Marinette didn't stop there. That hot mouth of hers travelled up his hamstrings along the crease of his ass and then she had the audacity to bite him on the left cheek. Adrien's head shot up in surprise. "What happened to nibbling?"

"I got carried away and I may have wanted to do that for a very long time."

He raised an intrigued eyebrow at her. "Don't neglect the other side."

She didn't waste any time and he yelped when she bit a little too hard. "Mercy, woman! Or do you intend to leave teeth marks?"

A shrug was her response as she placed both hands on his ass and straddled his legs. The biting was forgiven as her tongue touched the base of his spine and she licked him to his hairline. All the while, she dragged her lace covered breasts along his back in tandem with her tongue. Both of Adrien's hands were gripping the edge of the bed as if he were about to fall off it. Had he been Chat Noir, his claws would have been embedded deep into the mattress.

Delicate hands explored his sides, skimming up his ribcage until she lay on top of him. Then Marinette nuzzled his neck, nipped his earlobe and breathed heavily in his ear. "Hmm, I think I prefer you for dessert."

Adrien's voice was thick and coarse. "Are you sure this isn't my belated birthday present? Because this feels like the best gift ever."

She snickered against his neck. "You can nibble me when I'm done with you."

"Please tell me that's a guarantee too."

"It's a guarantee, hot stuff."

There was no way he could contain the groan of delight at her words. Her mouth continued to explore the contours of his body and Adrien fought the urge to dry hump the mattress in return. By the time she told him to roll over, his cock was at full attention and then some. When he shifted onto his back, Marinette let out a gasp. "Wow."

Heat filled Adrien's cheeks. "What can I say, you've got me very excited."

"I-I can see that." Her eyes were glued to his erection and he wasn't sure how to interpret her expression. Heck, he hoped she wasn't intimidated.

"How about you lie down on your stomach and I'll nibble your back."

Marinette simply nodded while still staring at his privates.

At that point, Adrien decided it was probably best he turn away so she could finally break her gaze. With his dick out of sight, Marinette shook her head briefly and laid down in the previous position he'd held.

Like Marinette, Adrien started with her legs. Kissing and scraping his teeth up her supple skin. He made sure he pushed the edge of her underwear aside so he could bite her on the ass as well and oh yeah, she liked it. When it came to her back, Adrien wore a devious smile. He straddled his partner's thighs too but he placed the head of his cock on the lace between her legs as he tongued her back.

Not only did Marinette moan but she raised herself up against him for more friction. As his tongue reached her nape she was undulating against him. The temptation to push the crotch of her underwear aside and plough into her was almost irresistible, but this wasn't about him, this was about her.

Adrien lay his arms either side of her torso and pressed his chest to her back as he nibbled his way along her jaw. Marinette turned her head in attempt to kiss him but he was a little too close. They bumped noses and laughed.

"Maybe you should roll over," Adrien suggested.

"Okay, but you stay where you are Agreste."

That had him raising his eyebrows. "Demanding," he said with a grin as he pushed himself up on his elbows and knees so she could turn beneath him.

The moment she was facing him, Adrien was lost. Those big blue eyes looked at him with such adoration he felt like his heart would burst. Her dark hair was spilled across the bed and she looked like a goddess. Marinette's hands lifted and her fingers traced his cheekbones. "So beautiful," she uttered in a hushed tone as if he were the one to marvel at.

A smirk ghosted his lips. "I thought was radiant, carefree and dreamy."

Marinette snorted with laughter. "That too."

He settled his body onto hers and combed his fingers through the hair at her temples. "You are the beautiful one."

"Now I'm starting to think you've landed on your head too many times, partner."

"Maybe but I'm not blind. I see you, Marinette and I adore you."

"Stop it, I'm blushing."

"Mm and it goes all the way down to your bra."

"Flirt," she giggled.

"But I'm your flirt," he told as he brushed his nose along the length of hers.

She let out a satisfied sigh, then her hands were clutching his face and her lips captured his. Adrien tucked his arms in close around her and deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue as she jostled for control. It was a powerplay he was happy to lose. And lose he did when she moved beneath him, spreading her legs so she could wrap them around his.

Fingers sunk into his hair at his nape while the others clung to his shoulder. Marinette began to arch her hips into him, rubbing herself against his throbbing cock. Adrien considered asking her how far she wanted to go but Marinette's body language told him all he needed. If she pushed him away, he would stop but right now she was urging him closer.

Adrien reached for her shoulders, sliding her bra straps down her arms. He rose up as she kissed her way down his throat. He deftly tugged the lace from her straining nipples and stroked her with both hands. Marinette threw her head back and arched her spine, thrusting her breasts into his waiting hands. The model palmed her softness and pinched her nipples between his fingers.

The grip of her legs tightened around his thighs as he dipped his head to tongue her breast from outer swell to the absolute peak. Marinette was tugging at his hair. "Yes, oh yes." He repeated his ministration on her opposite breast with similar results. Adrien spent quite a lot of time lavishing her breasts with attention from both his mouth and hands until he wondered if it was possible to get her to orgasm without even touching her pussy.

All the while, Marinette had alternated between clinging to his head and raking his back with her fingers. By the time he took a breather, her nipples were dark and swollen, with her bra shoved down provocatively. Adrien hooked a finger under the side of her panties. "Are these staying on or coming off?"

"Off," she insisted as she grabbed his wrist and urged him to tug the scrap of underwear free. He didn't need further encouragement.

As he removed them off her ankles he paused to look at the nightstand. It wasn't too presumptuous to put on a condom, was it?

"Is something wrong?" Marinette asked.

Adrien shook his head. "No, I was considering getting a condom."

"Oh, well hurry up."

Conundrum sorted. The model did as he was told, ripping the foil packet open then he looked at the condom. He grabbed the box and checked the leaflet to make sure he was doing this right. Then he tried to roll it on the wrong way. "Shit, I thought this was supposed to be easy."

Marinette giggled at him and turned it over. "Maybe this way."

With a shrug, Adrien tried and this time it worked. Once sheathed, he settled between her legs. With a yearning gaze, he stroked her hair from her eyes. "Remember, there's no rush. I'm ready when you are," he assured her.

His girlfriend smiled at him with such love he could melt. Her hands stroked down his raised chest and caressed his nipples. Adrien inhaled sharply and dipped down to kiss Marinette. Her legs bracketed his as their mouths worked against each other. Instinctively, the model rocked his hips forward, searching for where he wanted to be. Marinette lifted her pelvis and they rubbed against one another. The kissing and grinding continued for a while before Adrien found what he was looking for.

"There," Marinette gasped between kisses. She was so very slick that he sank into her with ease, but caution had him slowly rocking into her with controlled increments. At no point did Marinette flinch or seem to be in pain, if anything she was eager. Rolling her hips to accommodate him.

Still, Adrien had to ask. "Did I hurt you?"

"No," she said seeming surprised. "Not at all."

"I thought it hurts the first time for girls."

"Me too. Maybe I'm the exception to the rule."

"Or maybe it's because we didn't rush."

"Can we discuss this later. I want you to move."

"Okay," Adrien said with a grin as he pulled back and thrust into her. Oh yes, she liked that and so did he. But the model knew that he had to be careful, Nino had warned him about coming too soon. These sensations were new and his body would be impatient for release. With this in mind, Adrien did his best not to get overexcited.

Gritting his teeth, the blonde attempted to be enduring. At first their rhythm was mismatched but both were quick learners. Adrien wasn't sure if it was part of their existing synergy as fighting partners or if they were just enthusiastic in bed. Soon enough their pace was increasing, with Marinette clinging to him as he pounded into her. "Oh yes, Adrien, yes, yes!"

"Not too loud," he reminded her. While this part of the mansion wasn't often used, he wasn't sure how well the sound carried.

His nervousness helped curb his need, allowing him longer to please his partner. Green eyes were locked onto her every expression and when Marinette's face contorted in ecstasy he repeated his actions. But there was no way Adrien could keep this up without being affected as well. The new sensations rocking his body soon became all too much for him and he was just as noisy, chanting her name as her inner walls squeezed him until he was ready to burst.

Marinette threw her head back and let out the sexiest moan he'd ever heard and then he was there. Arching over her, balls deep, Adrien Agreste came hard within the woman he loved. He was panting like he'd fought one of their more challenging foes, then he slumped over her, tucking his face against her shoulder. "I love you," he murmured in her ear.

Marinette turned to him, lifting his face with her hands to meet his eyes. "I love you too."

Adrien gazed at her with a touch of coyness, he had to ask. "Did I get you there?"

She blushed, "Um, I think so."

"You think so?"

She shrugged. "It was really good."

"But not earthshattering?"

"Adrien, it was our first time. I'm blissfully happy, okay."

"But I wanted you to orgasm so ferociously that you couldn't see straight."

Marinette patted him on his bicep. "Gives you something to aspire to, kitty."

The model pouted. "But…"

"This is more than a one time deal, Adrien."

"So, you're suggesting we need to practice. I'm thinking lots and lots of practice. Because you know what they say, practice makes purrfect."

Her response was a half-hearted eyeroll. "You're going to be insatiable now, aren't you?"

"Like you're not," he teased as he nipped the end of her nose.

"Fine, I won't deny it."

"I thought you'd see it my way."

"Not to burst your bubble, but things are getting a little messy down south."

Adrien pushed up on his elbows and withdrew his softening cock. "Wow."

"What?" she asked, although by her tone he wasn't sure that she really wanted an answer.

He held up the used condom. "That's quite a load."

This time Marinette slapped him. "Put that in the bin, and stop looking so proud of yourself."

But the Cheshire grin remained as Adrien pranced away to dispose of the evidence. He had no doubt she was checking out his ass. In the bathroom, he finger-combed his hair and strutted back to the bed as if he were on the catwalk. As expected, her eyes raked over him with appreciation.

"Now that we've finally ravished each other-"

Marinette cut in. "I thought you said there was no rush."

"There wasn't. But what I was going to say, before I was so rudely interrupted was, I should thank you for making me a man." Adrien couldn't help but snort at the absurdity of it.

"I think you need to wait for your 'man card' to come in the mail before it's official."

"Damn, and here I was thinking this carnal act would make us man and wife. Ugh, I mean woman!"

His partner stared at him, clearly enjoying his discomfort. "Freudian slip?"

"Probably," he laughed.

"How about loving partners?"

Adrien raised his fist and knocked knuckles with Marinette. "Always."

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