Hey! So it's my first story in English, so please bear with me aha. A big thanks to GreenPaw who corrected this story, and I hope you'll enjoy it!

A few points before you start:

— This story is rated M, which means that there will be explicit sexual scenes, you are warned.

— Our characters finished high school, they are eighteen and therefore totally old enough to engage in the activities they want (at least they are in France)

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« Are you sure this is a good idea? »

The question lingered between them while Marinette examined Adrien as he leaned his back against her dresser, his arms crossed and his hair disheveled. She was settled cross-legged on the bed, biting her nails while deep in thought. Before her stood the real Adrien, the part of him she preferred, the one without artifice, the one she only — or almost — knew.

He bit his lower lip and seemed to think a moment.

« Why wouldn't this be a good idea? »

Marinette raised an eyebrow, taken off guard by his answer.

« Do I have to draw you a picture, seriously? »

Adrien imitated the young woman's expression, pinching his lips to repress the smile which wanted to form on them. He nodded his head at Marinette's grumbled frustration-filled query.

« Because... you know... when you... well... you know? »

Adrien shook his head to prevent himself from bursting out laughing. Marinette felt blood converge in her cheeks and gesticulated wildly while panic-stricken.

« Last week? You've... with your... and I... »

The young man couldn't take it anymore and let his giggle escape with explosive force. Laying a hand on his stomach, his body shook with convulsions as his face reddened. Adrien couldn't stop.

On her side, Marinette closed her mouth, crossed her arms and gave him a dark look. « I don't find it funny, » she whispered with a grumpy voice.

Adrien didn't share this opinion. He sat beside her with lips still raised almost to his ears.

« Oh, come on, Mari. » He gave her a nudge and she grumbled again.

« Seriously, Adrien, is this a good idea? »

Little by little his seriousness crept back, even if a vestige of his smile still floated on his lips and his eyes still sparkled with the glint of playfulness which Marinette loved so much. He inclined his head to the side and lowered his gaze to hers with an intensity which gave shivers to the young woman.

« I don't want things to change between us, »he whispered.

« Neither do I, » she murmured. « But, what if... it happens again? » she asked a few seconds later.

He got slightly closer to her, his breath hit her milky skin and Marinette quivered in delight.

« You want it to happen again? »

His voice was husky, almost guttural, and a new shiver ran along Marinette's skin while she laboriously swallowed. She was surprised by his answer, and, to be honest, she had never really thought about it.

« I don't know. »

Adrien's green eyes were examining her so meticulously that she got the impression that he could read each of her thoughts, each of her fears, each of her desires. Suddenly, he broke the thick atmosphere with a wink, which relieved and disappointed Marinette at the same time.

Yet her giddiness returned pretty fast, with her heart speeding up again when a mischievous smile materialized on Adrien's lips.

« But I would like to hear the rest of your sentence: Last week, I've... with my... and you've? »

Half of Marinette's face covered with a red veil of embarrassment as she mumbled in annoyance, « I hate you. »

Adrien burst out laughing once again, tousling her hair with affection, which just made her grumble even more.

« You are lying. »

Marinette let her head fall against his shoulder and closed her eyelids. « Shut up, » she whispered.

Adrien relaxed under her touch, enjoying her hair which barely touched his skin, her smell which tickled his nostrils and her heat which comforted his heart. Minutes were passed, without either of the two teenagers breaking this quiet silence.

« I'm sorry, Mari, » he sighed while pinching his lips.

The concerned one readjusted her position, leveling herself just enough to anchor her eyes to his. She observed for an instant his mesmerizing irises, tinted with one thousand and one green shades.

« Why? »

Adrien looked down, guilt lingered in the air, which concerned Marinette.

« Because I'm the one who started it. By the way, you, technically did nothing. I don't know why I did that, I was... »

She put her finger on his lips and gave him a smile which melted Adrien's heart like snow in the sun.

« Don't apologize, » she continued by standing up. « I don't regret anything, it was really good, you were really good, especially for the first time... well maybe it wasn't the first time for you... for me it was... And I probably should stop talking, now. »

The face of the young man split with a smile, touched by the lovable attitude of his friend. The finger of the latter drifted from his lips to touch down upon his chest. She had her eyelids half-shuttered, her cheeks flushed pink as they always did when she was questioning her own capacity to speak nonsense when panicking. Adrien grabbed her hand which was now hanging onto his tee-shirt and gently took it in his own.

This touch seemed to wake up Marinette who stood up, anchoring her eyes to his yet again.

« So, » he started with a smile. « It was also the first time on my side. And... I'm glad you liked it, » he said with a wink. « And if I did that it's because the last few days…I'm a little... well... you know? »

It was Marinette's turn to burst out laughing at his stuttering. « Please do go on, Agreste. A little what? »

Adrien raised an eyebrow, the top of his cheeks lightly flushed.

« Horny. The last few days, I'm a little... a lot horny. »

The chuckling of the young woman abruptly stopped and her eyes opened wide. A slow gratified smile illuminated her face, obliterating all traces of prior consuming panic. She let herself fall against the mattress.

« I thought I was the only one feeling this way, » she confessed.

« Oh, » he whispered.

« When thinking about it, it makes sense, » she added a few seconds later. « We are both eighteen, our hormones can get a little out of control, I guess... and... there is a certain... »

He laid down next to her and turned his face toward hers. However, his eyes became lost, dropping to her chest which lifted at the pace of her breathing. That hungry green gaze travelled back up to her thin and chiseled jaw until he was admiring her compressed and wet lips.

« Attraction? »

Marinette turned her face toward him and shivered when she noticed he was staring at her hotly.

« Mm... » she affirmed with a slight nodding her head.

Adrien's gaze rose up and paused until, for a moment, only a second, they were convinced they were going to kiss. But a semblance of reason came to the surface of this ocean of desire which filled their minds, and the Cat Noir side of Adrien surfaced.

« There's no way I would screw you, » he announced.

Marinette repressed a smile, which settled on her lips anyway, and another involuntary chuckle came out of her throat. She stood up and put her hand on her stomach, laughing heartily.

« You wouldn't know how to, » she teased him by sticking her tongue out.

Adrien opened his mouth with surprise, eyebrows raised, as if to say 'you really wanna play this game?'

« I thought it was 'really good', that I was 'really good, especially for the first time'? I can go on like this for ages, do you remember how you've... »

Marinette pressed her hand against his mouth. « Wow, wow, wow, we got it, Mister Modest. »

Adrien's eyes beamed with overflowing amusement.

« I do really hate you, » she assured between two bursts of laughter.

A week later...

Marinette wiped off her soaked hair with a towel, removing the excess of water which was dripping on the ground of the bathroom. Many years had passed, and she had swapped pigtails for loose black tresses which cascaded passed her shoulders, ending in the middle of her back. Marinette then put her pajamas on, opting for shorts and a tank top. Even with this light clothing and the cold shower she had just taken, the heat which was prevailing in the capital overwhelmed her.

Summer was well and truly started, the month of July was coming to an end and temperatures were only increasing. She loved summer and the heat which came with it, but this season was unbearable in Paris. Currently, Marinette was dreaming about a sea wind and a breath of fresh air, but the things being what they were — she had her Ladybug's obligations — she was condemned to suffer in silence in the overheated streets of the city.

Marinette adjusted her pajamas and came out of the bathroom before going back in her room, her mind elsewhere.

She ran her hand through her hair, savoring the coolness and wetness against her skin, and eventually turned around. Suddenly her heart jumped in her chest and for an instant she believed it was never going to start again.

Adrien was sitting on her bed, his back against the wall with arms behind his head wearing a crooked grin.

« Fuck, Adrien! Are you out of your mind? » she yelled while placing her arms over her chest.

The young man's lips just straightened even more.

« I'm a little hot but I'm fine. What about you? » he asked with a mocking voice.

« I almost had a heart attack but I'm fine, » she grumbled. « How did you get inside? »

He addressed her with a wink. « I have a lot of hidden talents if only you knew. »

Marinette opened the window of her room, cleaning away a few dust-motes while only half-listening to him.

« Hmm, if you say so. »

« Your parents opened the door to me and told me to enter, » he explained, his eyes fixed on her.

She grabbed her computer and joined him on the bed, sitting down next to him.

« What are we watching? » she asked.

Many years had passed since the ninth grade. Sometimes, Marinette got the impression that this particular time, the time of her first steps as Ladybug, of her last year of middle school and her obsession for Adrien was dated back centuries ago. And sometimes, it seemed surprisingly recent. But a load of things had happened during this period. Today she wasn't groping for her superheroine role anymore. She was already strong, sure of herself, fast and quick-witted as Ladybug, the personality traits of her alter-ego had influenced her everyday life. Marinette was more confident, was daring to do more things, to say more things, to try more things. She was looking a bit more like Ladybug all the time. And, little by little, she was getting closer to the woman she wanted to be, the person she wanted to become. She felt good about herself. And it was the most beautiful success.

Other changes had occurred. Chloé and she were friends now — or almost. The daughter of the mayor had evolved too. Marinette's friendship with Alya was one of the only things which remained unchanged, and wasn't likely to ever change.

But the most significant evolution was still her relationship with Adrien.

Oh, so much had happened.

The first turning point of their friendship had taken place the summer just before their entry into high school. Everybody was on holiday all over the country, and only Adrien and Marinette had to stay in Paris. Officially, they had too much work or not enough money to allow holidays. Unofficially, their role as protectors of Paris had forced them to stay in the capital. They had bumped into each other by accident the first time, in the streets of the city. They had talked, Marinette didn't stutter too much, they had laughed, and had seen each other a few times over the following weeks.

Then, Nino and Alya were back, meaning all four had gone out, growing closer, and before they knew it the start of the school year arrived.

By an amazing turn of events or a nice coincidence, they were found in the same class again for their tenth grade. At first, they were only talking to each other between classes, during breaks and when they ate together at lunches. Then from time to time, with their friends.

But, the year was progressing, months were passing, and, without really realizing it, they were beginning to see each other outside of the classes' hours. Helping each other with their homework, sitting next to each other, sharing their problems and their anecdotes.

Pretty swiftly, the end of the year came, and they had again spent another summer together. The junior year was a little bit complicated, as much with the school as with their superhero work. Akumatisations had not stopped, for months. So, Adrien and Marinette were relying on each other, understanding without really comprehending the fatigue, the weariness and the moroseness of the other. Paradoxically, they also had supported each other enormously as Ladybug and Cat Noir.

And then, this akumatisation wave had passed, paving the way to a new summer which had probably complicated their relationship in a new way. A way which had been far from displeasing to them. During these few weeks of intense heat and Parisian suffocation, they had gotten considerably closer. Adrien had started to come to Marinette's regularly, and the latter had even visited him, having officially discovered his room — his huge room. Their video game tournaments would wrap up late at night, their cinematic marathons were dragged out until sunrise sometimes. Affectionate gestures were multiplied, light touches and caresses were becoming more deliberate. Less and less accidental, more and more intentional and the innuendo filled remarks brought them closer.

It was their final year which consolidated their relationship, forging it solid as steel. They were embarrassed by nothing with each other, could talk of anything, anywhere, anytime. They were able to listen to each other and understand more than anyone else, and were vowed to an unfailing trust.

It was one of the best things that ever happened to them. Their friendship.

And then, they had passed their exams, had finished high school, and were now plunged into the summer just before their further studies. Eighteen years of their lives had passed, new horizons awaited, but they kept to their old habits which had been ingrained way too long to be easily relinquished. It was for that reason they were in Marinette's room, watching a movie, as they did every Friday night.

Soon, the night showed up in Paris, wrapping it in a black coat. Temperatures were slowly lowering, and a fresh wind — barely perceptible, but still — was fluttering in the streets until introduced via the window in Marinette's room. The film was already well underway, and while the young woman was focused on the images which were flashing up in front of her, Adrien had other ideas in mind. He could only think of his friends' head against his shoulder, of her fruity perfume which permeated the entire room, of her wet and sweet hair, of her smooth and soft skin which brushed against his.

At first, he had tried to hold his feelings back, to inhibit everything she made him feel, to avoid the blood flowing in his lower abdomen and to focus on this damn movie. But minutes were elapsing and the more he was trying to calm down, the more his breathing sped up and the more his body temperature increased. He was hot.

He was so blazingly hot.

He just wanted to gradually relieve this tightness which was paralyzed him. Then, without really being aware of it, he put his hand on Marinette's thigh, who gave the slightest jump at the contact. But this caress didn't have the desired effect. Actually, it even had the exact opposite effect.

Adrien closed his eyes for a moment, pinched his lips tight and opened his eyelids again. Plunged into a kind of trance, he started to trace circles on the leg of the young woman, alternating between brushes, caresses, and more fervent pettings. He could feel Marinette's breath speed up, in parallel with his, and he crept up higher, inch by inch with his fingers along her thigh. He thought he was going to combust on the spot when she slowly spread her legs, making his access easier, even inviting him to continue his gestures. Either that or she wasn't really conscious of what was going on.

They just knew it felt good. Felt right.

Adrien didn't need further motivation to advance, eagerly drifting his hand under the inside of her thigh. He let his fingers run along her hot skin, going back, going forward, teasing, barely touching, waking up every kind of sensation and just as many fires in Marinette. The boundary of her shorts stopped him, but he passed quickly his hand below, going up, up and a little bit further up. He continued his caresses, reaching her groin, grazing her below her stomach, coming back, starting it again, ventured even further, more and more. Marinette buried her head into his neck when he put his hand against her underwear, touching her through the flimsy fabric. The scorching breath of the young woman was hitting his skin, burning him just as thoroughly.

Suddenly, Adrien slid his finger under the fabric. Pausing his advance at the junction between her skin and her panties, seeming to hesitate.

« I beg you, don't stop, » she panted against his neck.

He eventually turned his head, meeting her gaze. The vision of her blue eyes burning with desire captivated him.

« Mari... » he whispered with a shaky voice. « Are you really sure? »

She nodded, without any doubt. But she understood he wanted to hear her consent and not only assume it was okay.

« I'm really, really sure. Keep going, » she murmured in the hollow of his ear.

A shiver ran along the young man's skin, turning him on even more. Marinette, putting her money where her mouth was, plunged her own hand under her shorts and put it against Adrien's. Her heart sped up again — she really was going to end up having a heart attack — when she placed her fingers on young man's. It was one thing to feel his hand on her, but it was another to really discern this contact with her own palm. She burrowed their united fingers under her underwear and Adrien's skin eventually pressed against her intimately.

She moaned in his neck with a loud and guttural groan which just fed the fire in Adrien's crotch. Marinette pulled her hand out of his, catching his tee-shirt instead, squeezing it with all her strength. He continued his exploration, passing a finger from top to bottom, deliberately brushing her without really touching her.

« Adrien, » she grumbled of frustration. « You... Oh ! »

He stopped her in her remonstrances by putting her finger against her entrance, he was instantly amazed by how wet she had become, and gently, very gently, he sank his forefinger inside her. Marinette bit her lips, squeezing tighter more and a little more of Adrien's tee-shirt. The latter initiated gradual movements of thrusts back and forth, enjoying the warmth of Marinette against his skin. A second finger pushed against her clit and Marinette couldn't hold back the escaping moan from her mouth, resonating again and again in Adrien's mind, whose movements deepened.

« More, » she whispered against his neck with a shaky voice.

He listened to her desires and added a second finger, speeding up his gestures, stimulating still more this little ball of pleasure. Marinette hadn't the strength to hold back her satisfied sighs anymore, but her cries were becoming way too loud, so she caught Adrien's other hand and nibbled his skin, which made him moan.

He turned his gaze towards Marinette's face and felt the sudden need to spray himself all over with freezing water. She had red cheeks, eyelids closed, her mouth encircled around his hand while her pelvis was grinding against his fingers, always desiring more contact.

Adrien added a third finger and held back a grunt when feeling her walls squeezing around his skin, imagining the sensation if he replaced his fingers with another part of his body.

He forcefully rubbed his thumb against her clit, giving more. Sinking his fingers in a steady rhythm as he pressed his lips on her jawbone, leaving kisses along her neck, gently licking her skin.

All these mixed feelings got the better of Marinette who moaned so loudly that the sound of her croaky and passionate voice was barely covered by Adrien's hand between her teeth.

« Oh... my... good... » she sighed.

Adrien felt her tense around his fingers and she abruptly opened her eyes, the cerulean blue more vibrant than ever. They rolled up under her eyelids and she buried her head in his neck once again, biting his skin while an extremely powerful orgasm overwhelmed her.

Soon, the only noise of the room — the movie had been over for some minutes — was the breathing of Adrien and the panting of Marinette. The latter slowly stood up, dropping her eyes to the young man's, her mouth half-open, some strands of hair were sticking against her forehead due to sweat and her chest was lifting at the frenzied pace of her breath.

Adrien pulled his fingers out, adjusted her underwear, sliding his hand along her thigh, lingering excessively over her skin, spreading shivers, and, without ever break visual contact, inserted his still wet fingers in his mouth, licking slowly, very slowly, his own skin.

At that moment, Marinette felt a wave of desire so very intense that she was bordering on the breaking point, a second time. She looked at his gestures with a new frustration.

Today, just merely thinking about it, she didn't know how she could resist the want to go further with him.

A few days after... after what? This incident? This moment of madness? This outside of the time instant?

Well, later in the week, Marinette was about to explain everything to her best friend.

« What happened? » asked the apprentice journalist while catching some chips in the packet on her knees.

The concerned one opened her mouth, changed her mind, began a sentence, ate humble pie.

« Mari? »

« I was with Adrien, and... »

« You're always with Adrien, » Alya cut her off by laughing.

Marinette seemed to think for an instant then nodded.

« We got a moment of... not much... well... »

Her friend stood up, eyebrows lowered, she looked intrigued.

« And then, he has... well... he has... with his... »

Alya squinted her eyes then snapped wide open her eyelids while choking on her chips. After she regained her ability to breathe again, she asked, « With his fingers or with his tongue? »

« Alya! »

She let herself fall back against her friend's bed, a smile on her lips, a Machiavellian expression on her face.

« Or something else...? »

Marinette gave her a nudge.

« His fingers, just his fingers, » she confessed to her sharp-eyed friend.

« It's natural, Mari. You shouldn't be ashamed to talk explicitly of it or to just talk of it. »

« I'm not ashamed. »

Alya raised an eyebrow.

« It's not shame I feel, » affirmed Marinette eventually. « It's just weird. »

« What's so weird? »

She shrugged her shoulders.

« You are always holed up together, it was a sure thing that stuff like that was going to happen, soon or later. »

Her friend looked down, she hadn't the strength to deny something which, anyway, was true.

« And? » added Alya a few seconds later. « How was it? »

Marinette laid down, her stomach against her bed with her head crushed in her pillow and yelled against the cushion.

« So it was good, » concluded the apprentice journalist by smiling.

Marinette grumbled again.

« Wow, that much? »

The young woman stood up and gave a desperately lost look to Alya.

« So it's probably not the best time to tell you that my grandparents let me their holiday home in the south during a week and that I'm inviting you, Nino and Adrien to come with me? »

Marinette opened her eyes wide. A feeling midway between intense joy and terrible anxiety spread in her heart which hit in her chest. She hadn't left Paris for more than one day since she was ten, which was beginning to be too long. Her obligations as Ladybug were making her stay at the capital all year, whatever temperatures, whatever opportunities which could open to her, whatever her will and her need of quiet, she didn't have the choice.

Then, this evening, she responded to Alya that she was going to think about it. The perspective of a week of holidays under the sun was terribly attractive, incredibly tempting. Her teenage needs — and human, more simply — was pulling her between this wish and her superheroine responsibility.

« You should say yes, » Tikki said later in the night.

Marinette almost choked on her own saliva and looked at her with bulging eyes.

« Seriously? »

The kwami followed her when she went out of the bathroom before sitting down to lie on her belly upon her bed.

« It is the same thing every summer, Marinette. Hawkmoth nearly never attacks. I see no reason why it would change now. »

The young girl could only nod. It was true that akumatisations were considerably reduced during this period, and that the last attack was now going back at least several weeks.

« Then, if there is an issue, you can ask the horse Miraculous to cover with Master Fu. And it's not like you're going to the other end of the world, you can go back to Paris very quickly with today's means of transport. We'll find a solution if we have to. »

Tikki looked at her with her big blue eyes.

« I think you need rest before beginning this new chapter of your life. You deserve it. »

Marinette's lips straightened with a huge smile and she took her kwami between her hands, filled with emotion and grateful to her tiny friend.

« Thank you, Tikki. »

Marinette somehow tried to wedge her suitcase in place between an old black bag and a dubious little candy pink suitcase. She grumbled, her forehead covered with sweat, breathing hard with her cheeks reddened. If it was hot outside, it was ten times worse in the carriage where she was, which more or less meant she was going to melt.

« Need a helping hand? »

She turned her head to the side, discovering Adrien who was looking at her with amusement and eventually nodded. She hated not being able to manage by herself, regarding anything, from putting a suitcase into a luggage rack to working through a math exercise or solving a problem she got herself into. But if she persevered, she was going to die by hyperthermia.

« Thanks, » she whispered by letting him do so.

She bit her bottom lip while watching his biceps contract and the muscles of his back roll under his burgundy tee-shirt — a color made scandalous as it brought out his eyes. He turned around a few seconds later, to gaze at her long black hair pulled into a ponytail which a few strands were escaping from to surround her face. He perused her blushed cheekbones, her tight black tank top she was wearing along with her contrasting white cotton shorts.

He finally straightened and adjusted his gaze, since becoming aware that he was staring at her way too long and way too intensely. Their eyes met for a moment, Adrien scanned her freckles. Marinette examined his smooth and tanned skin. His gaze drifted to settle on her lips which she wet with her tongue and his mouth hung half-opened in eagerness.

All of a sudden, Marinette was pressed against his chest, and Adrien's hands were slung around her waist. The train could have speed up, turned sharply or possibly flown and they absolutely didn't care. They could only think about the heat of the other, the smell of the other, the contact of the other.

Marinette raised her eyes toward Adrien, who measured about eight inches more than her, and laid her hand against his chest. There she could feel his heart thundering against his rib cage.

« Everything's okay? » he asked with a rough voice which made his friend begin shivering.

Marinette nodded, and he didn't release the cage of his hands around her waist. Quite the opposite, his thumbs began to draw circles upon her burning skin. This touch was desperately familiar, reminding them of his caresses which had started on her thigh a few days before. A wave of pleasure rolled through Marinette's mind as she came back to that memory. Despite herself, a sigh escaped from her mouth and she inclined slowly against him. In response, Adrien intensified his gestures, finding the skin of her hips between his hands, gently teasing and firmly rubbing this part of her body.

By one second, Marinette was convinced that she would've pounced on him. Whatever was going on, be it the heat, the train, the passengers or the fact they were friends, perhaps a little bit more or madly in love, nothing matters. Nothing except this want which had been throbbing in her lower abdomen over the subsequent weeks — months — and seemed to wake desperately up every time she got closer to Adrien.

But none of that desire was unleashed, because the door of the carriage opened, making Marinette almost jump to the ceiling as she shifted away from the young man. Someone entered, watching the two teenagers with suspicion and Marinette made off like a thief, without giving a backwards glance to Adrien.

She let herself fall against her seat, in front of her best friend.

« You're next to Adrien, » Alya informed her, while her eyes remained locked on her book.

Marinette laid her head back against the seat, putting her hand over her eyes while attempting to breathe regularly.

« Everything okay? » Alya asked.

« I think I'm going to die, » Marinette whispered with a weary voice.

The apprentice journalist shook her head, split with a smile and went back to her reading.

« Unless your libido is an incurable disease, which, I reassure you, isn't, I think you're not gonna die. »

« I want a memorable funeral. »

« Marinette Dupain-Cheng, incinerated by her desire, may she rest in peace, » Alya recited with a solemn voice.

The concerned one noisily sighed.

« I didn't think death would come so young. »

« Who's gonna die? »

Marinette pulled her hands away from her eyes and jumped when she discovered Nino sitting next to Alya. The latter raised her eyes from her book, and her friend opened her mouth, wanting to avoid what Alya was about to say.

« Marinette. Killed by her overwhelming libido. »

The young woman grumbled desperately and buried her head in her hands, her elbows propped on her legs.

« What a terrible death, » commentated Nino.

« Who's gonna die? »

Adrien sat down next to Marinette who suddenly stood up, staring at her two friends while subtly shaking her head, silently pleading them to not say anything.

« No one. Everything's fine, » Alya answered.

The blond one knitted his eyebrows but didn't look up to her see her expression, much to Marinette's great relief. However, she felt her cardiac rhythm speeding up again along with that tingling in her lower abdomen, intensifing once again when Adrien settled within inches of her.

A few hours later, the train was bathed in darkness and was almost utterly silent, only disturbed by the noise of the train's slight shakes and subtle whisperings here and there.

Marinette had her head leaning against the window, her eyes lost in the night with her hands buried in Adrien's golden hair, his head now resting against her thighs. A twisting mix of her thoughts and her reflections rattled around her skull, all because of Adrien's close presence. Making sleep impossible for her, although she had attempted to but ultimately gave up trying to sleep a wink, instead taking advantage of this lonely moment — like she didn't do it enough ordinarily.

« Mari? You sleeping? » Alya asked by whispering.

« No, » she responded in the same tone.

She heard her friend stand up, and move slightly closer to her.

« What about Adrien? »

Marinette lowered her gaze to the young man's face, and a smile stretched her lips. She was barely able to discern him in the dark, but she could feel his arm surrounding her waist, could sense his peaceful air, could imagine his tousled hair and could feel his regular breathing.

« He sleeps. »

A few seconds passed.

« Did you have a serious talk before leaving? »

Marinette nodded but remembered that Alya couldn't see her.

« We did, » she whispered.

« And? »

The young girl took a deep breath.

« We both agreed that what happened mustn't spoil our friendship and that it was more pure desire than anything else. »

She heard Alya sigh.

« Mari... »

« Listen, » she cut her off, "It took so much time for me to be comfortable and be myself with him, I can't send all this packing now because my hormones go crazy whenever he's near. I... I can't risk losing him, Alya. He's my best friend. »

Her voice broke at the end of her sentence, and Marinette immediately resumed her caressing of Adrien's hair. He hadn't moved from his position on her legs.

It was true, it had taken them so long to develop their relationship into what it was today. While she would probably never admit it, the fact was that Marinette had always been hopelessly in love with Adrien. To the point that a part of her kind of belonged to him, in a certain indescribable way.

Yet her feelings were so deep, so anchored in her psyche that she didn't even pay attention to them anymore. It was like loving Adrien Agreste was written in her DNA, she couldn't escape it.

But she could control their friendship, and she had decided not to risk it. She had made that choice years ago, and she wasn't going to back away from it.

« I think that seems worthwhile. »

Marinette let her head fall against her seat and closed her eyes.

Adrien walked distractedly down the house's stairs, and advanced to the terrace until he arrived at the pool. He finally raised his eyes up from his phone to stop so suddenly that his momentum almost made him fall over.

Marinette was standing a few feet away from him, her soaking wet hair streaming along her back, her long black eyelashes lined with water droplets, her cerulean eyes beaming with happiness.

But what hit him like a boomerang in the face was the outfit she was in, a scorching two-piece swimsuit, which was unveiling a lot. A lot of skin. A lot of curves and a lot of alluring attributes which took Adrien's breath away.

His reaction was excessive and immature, he knew it. But, he couldn't take his eyes off her body, even with all the willpower of the world, his eyes were still locked on this captivating vision which was threatening to haunt his fantasies during the coming years.

He tilted his head, hypnotized by the bright red swimsuit top she was wearing. His eyes tracing the triangular form, mesmerized by the way her chest was raising with each breath. The desire to tug the knot free at her back and send the cloth flying apart was almost undeniable. The need to see what was underneath it was all he wanted to concentrate on.

His blood began to boil in his veins when he skimmed his eyes down to her bikini bottoms, of the same color as the top, wetly clinging to give him an enticing view of her curved butt. He was pretty surprised by Marinette's impressive musculature, more than amazed.

« Adrien? »

The concerned one looked suddenly up, and his cheeks took on a rosy hue when he noticed the raised eyebrow of her friend and the smirk which was floating on her lips. He didn't know how long it had been since she'd remarked he was staring at her, but obviously enough time had passed to become aware of his confusion.

« I... uh... sorry, » he sputtered by scratching the back of his head.

« Well, then Agreste? » she teased him.

Marinette burst out laughing at the young man's expression, which was, no more and no less looking like a little boy who had been caught messing around, which was really cute.

He quickly got his composure back and softly walked up to her, dangerously getting closer to the edge of the pool. Marinette's laugh stopped little by little until her smile transformed with a suspicious air. Adrien kept going, closing in until he was so near he was almost glued to her body.

The young woman's breath was taken away, and her eyes finally met his torso she was seeing for the first time, which disturbed her at least as much as he did. She scanned his perfectly sculpted pectorals, lowering her gaze along his belly, admiring his abdominal muscles which were raising at the rate of his breathing. She distinguished a beauty spot on his lower abdomen, and a sudden want to press her lips to it inundated her.

But her amazement was cut short by Adrien's hand which settled possessively on her waist, and a shiver of delight shook her entire body. She raked her eyes up to his, meeting his green irises and his mischievous smile. He raised an eyebrow, in a perfect imitation of Marinette's expression from a few minutes ago.

And they got lost in each other, in the thought of the other, in the desire of the other.

But Adrien turned the tables by one arm's length, catching Marinette like she weighed nothing and threw her into the pool in one second. She barely had the time to yell her protest as her cry was sucked up by the water immersing her. She eventually resurfaced, her eyes narrowed, sopping wet hair in her eyes and outrage in the air.

Adrien, for his part, was laughing, holding his stomach at the hilarity of the situation. To the point that his mirth was so intense he needed to sit on the poolside until his laughing faded to a finish.

« I hate you, » she coughed while removing her wet strands of hair from her face.

« It was worth it, » he said between another two bursts of laughter.

Marinette grumbled and stepped forward until she reached the poolside, placing her arms against the ledge, slightly lifting up to lean her chin against her skin. She stared at Adrien with her eyes as blue as the skies, willingly exaggerating the intensity of her gaze.

Adrien gradually lost his smile, until it turned into an admiring expression. Marinette bit her lips while adjusting her stance. Putting the deep neckline on display and making sure her swimsuit enhanced assets were in the spotlight.

Adrien's jaw dropped, leaving his mouth half-opened. His gaze alternated between roaming her lips, her eyes and the expanse of her breasts, which in turn made the young woman blush and smile at the same time. Fluttering eyelashes and seductively leaning her face closer to his, Marinette proceeded very slowly, before firmly catching his arm to pull him abruptly into the pool.

It was her turn to burst out laughing at seeing Adrien spit out all the water he'd just swallowed.

« I guess it was worth it too, » she teased him.

Adrien ran his hands over his face, tucking his hair back and fixing her with his green gaze, his eyesfull of challenge. A smile came upon his wet lips and Marinette barely had the time to start as he lunged towards her. The speed of the young woman surprised him, she dived into the water, swimming at an incredible speed to the other end of the pool.

But, where she was quick, he was determined and at least as speedy as she was given the circumstances. Then, very quickly he caught her up, coming from behind, rolling to catch her waist with his arms, standing up with his prize and putting his chin on the top of her head.

« Trapped, » he whispered in her ear.

A shiver ran along Marinette's spine before she relaxed against him. She felt his chest against her back, his fingers against her waist and his body which fit perfectly with hers.

Pretty quickly, what was an innocent and relaxing act turned into a passionate and wanting hug. Adrien's hands drifted until finding her hips, gripping her skin with more strength, more want. A sigh escaped from Marinette's mouth, who unconsciously moved slowly back against him, shifting her pelvis closer to his. The young man didn't move an inch but felt an electric shock run along his body when Marinette's butt squeezed against his crotch. His hands tensed up around her hips, and the soft moaning of his friend resonated in his head.

« Mari... » he murmured in her ear.

This whisper woke her as surely as thunder, getting her out of her trance as quickly as she had dived into it. She turned around and pulled away from him, emerging from his hold.

« I'm sorry, I... »

She really didn't know what he'd taken from her. They were friends. Just friends.

« No, it's me, I... »

His voice was throaty, full of desire. For the umpteenth time a shiver galloped along Marinette's skin as she met his instant sparkling gaze. She stared at him, opened her mouth, turned her eyes away, looked at him again, closed her mouth, and shook her head before she got away from the pool, leaving a lost Adrien behind her.

Marinette let herself fall into a deckchair, closed her eyes and let out a lengthily sigh. A very, very lengthily sigh. How was she gonna last a week? And even in Paris, how was she gonna control herself? She had tasted the forbidden fruit once, it was wrong, the consequences could be disastrous, and it was far from being the more considerate thing she ever did.

But it was so, so good.

She opened her eyelids and snatched up her sunscreen, her head full of thoughts, her brain full of questions, and this fire, this fire which wouldn't stop burning it itched her skin. Another grunt later, Marinette dripped a blob of lotion in her palm and attempted to spread it on her back.

« Need a helping hand? »

She looked up and discovered Adrien with a towel around his shoulders, strands of damp hair falling against his forehead and his torso covered of droplets.

« Uh... I... well... yes. »

A smile illuminated his face and he sat at the edge of the deckchair, whereas Marinette laid down on her belly. He dripped the cream on his hand and put his palms on the young woman's back, who softly jumped at his touch. Adrien's fingers ran along her skin, spreading the lotion on her waist, on her shoulder blades, going down until reaching her hips. Marinette's breathing stopped but she slowly exhaled, concentrating to keep this fire under control.

Eventually, he removed his hands, re-caped the cream tube and bounced back.

« Thanks, » she whispered with a little voice.

« You're wel... What are you doing? » he exclaimed.

Marinette had shifted her arms behind her back to untie the knot which was holding her swimsuit top in place. With it released, the fabric fell loose, unveiling the side expanse of her breasts. A genuinely amused laugh escaped from her mouth as she turned slightly to face him.

« Relax, Agreste. It's for tan lines, » she explained.

« Oh. I see. »

A smile spread across his face and his cheeks took on a rosy hue. Marinette shook her head and settled more comfortably, closing her eyelids and letting her deckchair rock with the wind while she listened to the birds' melody and soaked up the heat against her back.

A few hours later, she woke up with a dry throat, fuzzy ideas and yet immersed in a bubble of serenity. Midway between sleep and awakening, she opened her eyes, noticing the twilight colors which were drawing into the sky along with the sun which was going down little by little.

« Sleep well? »

Marinette turned her face, and discovered Adrien, on the next deckchair. He was leaning back against the seat, one leg up and a book put against his thigh, his steady gaze on the pages. His naturally tanned skin had gilded slightly with the sun, which was just making his appearance more charming and magnetic to Marinette's eyes.

« Not bad, » she responded with a sleepy voice. « It feels good. »

He could only agree. Spending summers in Paris could quickly become very stifling, so unwinding in such a quiet and remote place was really reinvigorating.

Marinette languidly stretched out before slowly standing up, snatching the water bottle next to her and drinking at least half in few seconds.

She sighed in satisfaction and heard Adrien's book close up.

« Uh... Mari? »

« Hmm? »

Some seconds passed, and she turned her gaze to him.

« Your swimsuit, » he whispered.

She frowned with her eyebrows lowered in confusion before she looked down, squealing in panic. Her swimsuit was loosely draped against her breasts, revealing much more skin than necessary. She hurried up to reattached it, her cheeks red and heart-beating erratically.

« S-sorry...» she stammered.

Adrien burst out laughing and moved closer to Marinette who was desperately attempting to retie her swimsuit strings.

« Never mind, » he said while sweeping the young woman's hands aside, taking over. « The view wasn't that bad, » he added.

« Oh, yeah? Not that bad? »

He tied the two strings before putting his hands on her shoulders.

« Really not bad, » he whispered in the crook of her ear.

A shiver cascaded along her body and she bit her lips while smiling. She quickly readjusted her swimsuit before turning into him.

« Thanks, » she murmured a few seconds later.

Adrien lowered his eyebrows.

« For what? »

She shrugged before reaching up to pull her now dry hair into an unstructured bun. A few strands of stray hair were falling over her face,with cheekbones reddened by the sun.

« Do not make all this weird. »

« All this? » he asked with a smile.

Marinette gave him a gentle flick on the nose.

« You know what I mean. »

He raised an eyebrow and inched his face closer to hers.

« I do, but I want to hear you say it. »

She studied his green eyes, and the overflowing mischievous sparkle which was beckoning in his irises, weirdly resembling someone. This thought was quickly driven away from her mind when Marinette stood up, stuck out her tongue and whispered, « Not today. »

Adrien pouted but settled for this answer. After all, this didn't mean never.

Marinette approached the living room table, examined the bottles of alcohol that were on display and frowned with her eyebrows lowered in concentration. She grabbed a cup, let her finger crawl across the different corks, without knowing what put in her glass.

The four friends had decided to celebrate their last summer before the beginning of their further studies, and to mark the beginning of their little holiday. Then, Alya had invited some of her friends she'd known for years — she had spent most of her summers here since her childhood. And, a few hours later, Marinette was in a room full of unknown people, choosing what alcohol she was going to drink. Ironic since she hadn't gone on vacation in ages, she definitely wasn't used to partying and she'd never drunk alcohol.

« Having trouble making your choice? »

Marinette looked up and noticed Adrien, a cup in his hand. He was wearing a navy blue shirt which was bringing his tanned skin and his golden hair out.

« I never drink alcohol, » she confessed.

He nodded, not very surprised.

« Why do you seem like you already know it? »

He looked at the amber liquid which was filled his glass, making tiny waves at the surface.

« Because you're Marinette. »

She raised an eyebrow.

« What the hell does that mean? »

He locked his gaze down to hers.

« Not much. I know you well enough to know you're full of surprises. »

« What about you? » she asked a few seconds later, a smile on her lips.

Adrien winked at her and emptied the contents of his cup in one gulp, while under the scrutiny of his friend who watched him with raised eyebrows.

« I'm used to it, » he admitted. « My dad was always dragging me to super boring receptions and dinners, so, I have fun as best I can. »

Her lips stretched even more. Another aspect of Adrien that was proving that he wasn't the perfect model he was pretending to be. And she loved it.

« I had to develop a huge resistance to alcohol so he wouldn't notice a thing, » he explained by serving himself another glass.

She nodded, understanding he must have needed some distraction during these events where his dad was forcing him to go.

« Give it here, » he said grasping her cup.

Marinette gazed at him as he made her a mixture of different liquids, with her squinting at the labels. She looked at the intriguing drink which filled her glass and slowly brought it to her lips, under Adrien's encouragements.

The alcohol went effortlessly down her throat, leaving behind it a weird and hot trail.

« So? »

Marinette focused on the flavors which were invading her mouth.

« It's pretty good, » she admitted by taking another sip.

« Take it easy, » Adrien advised her.

Of course, she didn't listen to him. Not at all.

Here is it the first chapter!

The next one will probably be online in about a week. I look forward to reading your feedback!

Good Saturday to you all!