Chapter Eight

Being snuggled up to Adrien on his lounge was a dream come true for Marinette. Heck, what they'd done in the bathroom had been a fantasy of hers for some time. Yet concern had her teeth digging into her bottom lip. The first thrust in the shower hadn't been with a condom, she suspected there was very little chance of her falling pregnant but the idea put her on edge. As much as she adored Adrien, and imagined a future of marriage and kids with him, she really didn't want to become a teenage mother.

"Hey are you okay?"

Marinette blinked as she turned to Adrien. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He shook his head. "You're not. I've been your partner for years, I can tell when something is up."

Sighing, Marinette sat back and toyed with her fingernails. "I'm worried about the shower. I-I feel like I should go out and get the morning after pill, just to be sure."

Adrien turned to face her, linking his hands with hers. "I think we're pretty safe but if it sets your mind at ease then you should go."

Gratitude and love threatened to overwhelm her. Adrien was such a good person. In that moment she felt like she could burst from the adoration she harboured for him. "You're amazing, you know that?"

Dipping his head shyly, Adrien cast her a sideways glance. "I'm glad you think so."

She reached out to stroke his jaw, catching his chin and bringing him near for a kiss. Marinette had only meant to give him a brief brush of her lips, instead it became lingering and leisurely. Adrien's hands rose to cradle her face, his fingers splayed to support her neck as he laid her back against the cushions to kiss her with increasing ardour.

The need to leave was forgotten as their arms snaked around each other. Hands searching frantically for the other's skin. Marinette gasped as Adrien's fingers parted her shirt from her jeans, his fingertips caressing the sides of her abdomen. She followed his lead and sunk her hand under the back of his shirt, skimming the broad plain to his shoulder blades.

Adrien arched over her at the contact, his hips grinding against hers and she was made aware of how aroused he already was. To know that she'd gotten him this worked up so quickly made her smile. Yet there was an empty ache at her core that needed to be filled again. It was probably reckless for them to go at it a second time, but Marinette wanted Adrien with a desperation that was almost frightening. Years of yearning made him so much harder to resist. Especially when his teeth grazed her jaw and his thumbs caressed her bra covered nipples.

But before they could go any further, Gabriel's stern voice sounded from Adrien's closed door. "Lights out, son. It's late, go to bed."

The model shot bolt upright in the seat, holding Marinette down so she couldn't be seen if his father entered the room. "Okay. Goodnight, Father."

Being wedged low, Marinette had to stifle her giggle as her view was of Adrien's lap. The satin of his boxer's was tented upward and with just the faint brush of her fingers the material parted and he head of his erection poked from the front slot. Adrien was busy with the remotes, turning off the TV and lighting that he didn't initially notice.

It wasn't until Marinette caressed the plump head with a fingertip that Adrien paused in his flurried movements. "What are you doing?" he hissed in a hushed tone.

Marinette arched a cheeky eyebrow and answered him with actions. Leaning forward she opened her mouth to lick his tip. There was a stifled groan from Adrien and she saw his knuckles turn white as he gripped the remote in his nearest hand. Encouraged by his response, Marinette proceeded to lick him as she had her lollipop. When she took the head of his cock into her mouth she felt the muscles in his belly contract against the side of her face and heard his sharp intake of breath.

The room was flooded with darkness as Adrien managed to manipulate the remote. His breathing was becoming ragged and his hands had dropped the remotes. Strong fingers tangled in her hair, helping her set a rhythm to the bobbing of her head. Quiet gasps sounded from Adrien as she licked and sucked. Then his hands moved to her face and he was tugging her away. "Stop," he insisted and she did.

As she made eye contact he grasped her hand and ushered her to his bed. Pulling back the covers, he indicated for her to lie down as he quickly rummaged through his beside drawers. Soon enough he plucked out a condom and she realised what he wanted. Marinette attempted to shed her clothes but Adrien caught her hands. "Just our pants, in case…" he eyed his bedroom door.

"Maybe we should stop," she whispered.

"Maybe, but I really want to be inside you."

His guttural confession had her shucking her jeans. Adrien ditched his boxer shorts and shoved them under his pillow, quickly rolling on the condom. He settled between her legs, brushing her hair away from her face to look at her in the darkness. "I love you," he whispered with reverence as he leant down to kiss her.

"I love you too," she murmured between kisses. With a subtle rock of her hips, Marinette positioned Adrien's cock at her entrance.

"Do you want me?" he breathed against her ear as he arched his pelvis.

"Yes," she replied just as quietly while digging her heels into the mattress to wedge the head of his erection into her body.

He needed no further coaxing. Pressing his knees into the bed, Adrien surged forward, sinking into her body with a sharp thrust. Marinette winced, "Too quick."

"Sorry," he said as he paused. "Should I pull out?"

"No, just give me a minute."

"Alright. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know." She stroked his faced in reassurance. "This is new for both of us."

"New and magnificent," he said with wonder.

Marinette caught his face, bringing him down to kiss him passionately. Then she rolled her hips, adjusting to his size as she moved. Adrien remained still, waiting for her permission to continue. His tongue probed her mouth in retaliation to her fierce possession. When she wrapped her legs around his and arched against him, he understood her silent request.

This time when Adrien began to thrust it felt good. His slow even strokes had her panting as their bodies slid against one another. But it was the affection in his eyes, the clear desire to please and gratify her that brought her undone. Biting her lip, Marinette threw her head back as waves of ecstasy tightened her belly. She felt Adrien's answering surge as he gasped at her ear, desperate to remain quiet too.

"I love you so much," he uttered as he feathered her neck and face with kisses.

A wide grin spread across Marinette's face at his almost desperate affection. "Right back at you, kitty." But the smile faded as she realised she couldn't stay. They'd risked enough in one night and she really needed to seek out emergency contraceptives.

He seemed to read her mind. "I don't want you to go."

"I wish I could stay."

Adrien sighed and dropped his forehead to hers. "Do you want me to come with you? You know, to get the… medication."

She snorted, realising he'd have to venture out as Chat Noir. "I think we'd make headlines if Ladybug and Chat Noir showed up together buying birth control."

His grin was positively roguish, "At least it confirms were a responsible couple. No little kitty-bugs on the horizon as yet."

Marinette had to bite her hand to stop herself from laughing. "Kitty-bugs?"

"You know, little versions of you and me."

"I'm not sure if I should be disturbed or delighted."

"Go with the latter." He said with an encouraging jiggle of his eyebrows.

"You're terrible, you know that?"

"But you love me." He smirked as he pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose.

"Yes, I do. Now, if you're going to come with me, we need to get dressed. But I suggest you stay out of sight either way. Your father would have a fit if you were photographed buying the morning after pill."

Adrien rolled to his back, his grin almost to his ears. "My God, it'd almost be worth the fallout to see the look on his face. He thinks I'm so innocent."

"You are."

"Not anymore, princess."

She considered slapping him, but he threw her jeans at her before she had the chance. Clearly, he knew her too well. As she slipped back into her clothes, Adrien cleaned himself up and padded to his wardrobe and dressed casually. "I'm ready," he whispered as he opened the window in his bathroom.

The pair quickly transformed and leapt into the night together. Marinette just prayed that Chat Noir could be discrete. Her partner was still wearing an excessive grin that she doubted anyone would misinterpret. Oh yeah, Chat Noir had got some.

I know, I know, it's been a long time between chapters. To be honest I have no real plan for this story, I just right it as it comes - pun intended, high five Chat!

Feel free to throw me ideas and I might just add them in ;) Thanks for reading :)