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Searching to find myself
And all I find is you
I could hardly stand myself
So what am I to you?
You could find a reason
You could let me know
I won't blame you
I’ll just turn and go
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“So… don’t ask how the conversation got there…” Alya began, and Marinette arched a humored eyebrow. The older they got, the more often their conversations contained that sentence. She more than understood that her friend was naturally curious, but now in college, that sentence was taking them to some pretty weird places. “But I was talking to Nino, not about you two specifically or anything, but when you and Adrien are doing it, what do you call him?”
“Eh?!” Marinette squeaked, drawing the attention of those around them in the café. “S-Sorry, sorry,” she apologized before turning her attention back to Alya. “Okay, I’m gonna need to know where that one came from before I even think about answering.”
“Like I said, me and Nino were just talking. About nicknames in that situation in general. And I started wondering if you and Adrien did anything like that.”
“…I think I need another coffee.”
“Aw, Marinette, don’t be like that! We know all of each other’s secrets,” she added with a wink.
“…There isn’t a nickname I have for him that you two haven’t heard,” Marinette grumbled.
“Wait. You don’t seriously call him ‘kitty’ in that situation, do you?!”
“Not… during, but sometimes after, I… I tell him… ‘good kitty’… it makes him really happy.”
“Aw! That’s so cute!” Alya cooed. “You know, you can always get even with me, too.”
“That’s not information my brain needs, thanks,” was the dry reply to her friend’s laughter. “Come on, it’s about time for us to meet up with them- providing that they haven’t killed themselves with caffeine.”
“We’re not really ones to talk, though.”
“And when has that ever stopped us?”
“Truth, Girl. Truth.”
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They found Nino in his dorm room, up to his ears in music theory homework, but the other man was nowhere to be found. “He’s probably on the roof again,” Nino told Marinette. “He’s been up there more and more lately.”
She gave a nod, transformed, and made her way to the top of the building.
Sure enough, Adrien was there, transformed himself, looking… despondent. “What’s wrong?” she asked, sitting beside him. “It’s never as bad as you think it is.”
“…I want to change my major,” he spoke softly.
“Okay. You can change that as many times as you like, you know that.” He had a few times already.
“But… what if I never figure out…?”
“You will. It just takes some people longer than others.”
A low scoff left him. “People.”
“Adrien…” her warning tone came. “We’ve been over this. A few times.”
“…Yeah.” He didn’t seem to be aware he was doing it, but he briefly touched his chest where his father’s wedding band hung on a chain around his neck despite his transformation. The one thing, apparently, that ensured his continued existence.
“…Do you hate living so much?”
“Not… when I’m with you. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to babysit me.”
“I don’t babysit you. I enjoy spending time with you, so I do. Deal with it.”
A lighter scoff now. Turning slightly, he let his forehead rest on her shoulder.
“That cannot feel good,” she snickered, looking at the angle his neck was at to accommodate the height between them.
He shrugged, but didn’t move otherwise.
“Alya had another one of her questions today.”
Snort. “I think I’m afraid to ask.”
“You should be- it was about you and me.”
The blond lifted his head, his eyebrows arched once in view. “Morbid curiosity.”
Marinette laughed. “She was… asking about nicknames. When we’re… together.”
Brow furrowed, he asked, “Why?”
She shrugged.
“What’d you tell her?”
“The truth. I haven’t called you anything she hasn’t heard me call you.”
“She’s so weird,” he smiled.
“That’s why we keep her around, yeah.”
There was a quiet moment between them, and he started nuzzling into her neck again, even laying soft kisses on what skin he could get to. Marinette melted into the touch, enjoying the attention- until they were accompanied by a soft bite. “Adrien…” she warned.
“Something wrong?” he asked, breath warm on her skin.
“You are not getting laid on a rooftop- at least, not with me.”
“Are you sure?” his soft tone muttered again, a warm, wet tongue on her earlobe.
She barely kept her whimper to herself. “It’s… a really bad idea.”
“A bad idea that you totally want to participate in.”
“And how do you know that?” she asked, turning her gaze to him.
His grin became wide, mischievous, and worst of all, knowing. “You talk in your sleep.”
Marinette could feel the color drain from her face. “I-I do?”
“Uh-huh,” the green-eyed male continued to grin.
“…Five years, and you couldn’t have mentioned that before now?!”
“Five and a half. And I was waiting for a good opportunity.”
“…I’ll just let Alya know to not come looking for us in case, you know, she does. Spots off,” she spoke, and took out her phone as soon as she was able.
‘No worries, Girl!’ her friend texted back. ‘Sounds like that boy needs some loving! ; )’
“Alya!” Marinette flushed.
“What? She’s not wrong,” Adrien muttered in her ear.
“Because you’re an attention whore every day,” she told him, moving to straddle his lap.
“Careful, you might hurt my delicate feelings,” he joked.
“Shut up and kiss me, Kitty.”
“Yes, m’lady,” he replied, pulling her even closer to do so.
She loved hearing him purr, especially while they kissed. There was a slight jingle as she pulled his zipper, pushing the back fabric over his pale shoulders as she could, about halfway down his arms- Adrien had really filled out over the years.
“Pinning me, my lady?”
“You’re still purring,” she grinned coyly, hands running back up his chest to his neck- for a second, her thumb caught the ring and he stilled, a slight whimper leaving him. “I’m sorry,” she spoke quickly, unsure if it was a good sound or a bad sound. “Are you-?”
“I’m fine,” he grinned, green eyes absolutely blissful. “Do it again.”
Tentative, Marinette leaned forward again, continuing the kiss while intentionally slipping the ring on. Adrien moaned into her mouth, needily, like she’d never heard him do before.
It edged her on.
Leaving that hand as it was, the other ghosted down his side, eliciting more delicious noises from him, these more familiar. Gripping his hip, she started to move against him. “I’ve never seen you so far gone before,” she told him, tone breathless, and another whine left him, visage flushed and heated.
Still keeping the band looped around her finger, Marinette’s hand traced his skin to the nape of his neck and firmly gripped the short strands there.
He crumbled against her with a soft groan, thrusting up against her movements.
“Close, Kitty?” she muttered in his ear, and he openly moaned. “I know I’m good, but you really know how to flatter a girl.”
And that was the last straw. Biting into her shoulder, a few sharp thrusts told her that he’d fallen over the edge, and was calmed with a few soft, but still deep, kisses.
“Good Kitty.”
The purring started again.
“So… what was that?”
“I, um, I’m not sure,” he admitted with a bout of nervous laughter. “But… it’s like I can feel what you’re feeling.”
Noticing the present tense, Marinette realized the ring was still on her finger. But Adrien didn’t seem upset or even bothered about it. “So… that was a good thing?”
“I had no idea you wanted me so much,” he told her.
“…You should really have that cocky grin trademarked. Or weaponized; no one would stand a chance against it.”
“There are other priorities right now,” he spoke, shrugging his sleeves back up. “Right here,” he grinned again, a single claw swiping the damp spot in her jeans.
She shivered. “Sure, but, maybe we should go inside first? The last thing I need is someone in a helicopter or something getting a shot of my butt.”
“I really don’t see the problem there, but no one will,” he promised, the digit turning and pressing harder.
A moan left her, nearly falling limp against him. “That’s… not fair.”
“How so?” he muttered lowly.
“You’re clouding my logic on purpose.”
There was no actual anger in her, so he persisted, “Say the word, m’lady, and you know I’ll stop. I could never move against you anyway, but that’s especially true right now,” he purred- almost literally.
Her gaze fell on the ring again, still loosely around her finger, still hanging from his neck. “Are… you serious?”
“I’m always at your beck and call, m’lady- you know that.”
“Yeah, but… that feels… kinda weird.”
“Title of my autobiography,” he laughed. “Do you want to go back inside?”
She gave a nod. “I can maul you properly back at the apartment.”
“As you wish. ‘mlady,” he replied, and picked her up to carry her back.
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Early the next afternoon, Adrien was just waking up when he saw a text from Nino. ‘Dude, have you seen this?’ he’d asked, and attached was a picture from the front page of a tabloid. Across the top was ‘Sorry, ladies! He’s taken! (Or is he?)’ in smaller print, and right below was a picture of himself and Marinette on the rooftop the previous afternoon.
Fuck.
‘More importantly, has Marinette seen this?’ his frantically questioned his friend.
‘If you’re alive, prolly not.’
‘Very helpful, Nino. Thank you.’
‘Fine. Next time I won’t warn you.’
Adrien let out a self-pitying whine. Marinette wasn’t in at the moment, had an early class that should be letting out soon… She didn’t really pay attention to tabloids, so maybe... No. She would find out. It was just a matter of when.
Deciding to be proactive, the blond started to get dressed and picked up her favorite frappe before going to meet up with her.
As far as he could tell, the woman was in a great mood, pleasantly surprised to see him, and wholeheartedly accepted the frappe. “Aren’t you being thoughtful today?”
“I’m thoughtful every day, m’lady,” Adrien preened. She didn’t know yet. He’d be wearing that drink if she did.
“So, just how much sucking up do you think that article has earned me?” she asked with a coy grin, taking her first sip.
Wait. What. “You know?”
“Yeah, but none of the pictures show my face, or yours really but it’s pretty apparent who you are, and in skimming it, found out apparently you’re the slut, so yeah, I’m good.”
“…Why am I a slut?”
“That’s what happens when you flirt with everything that moves, Kitty,” Marinette informed him, beginning the walk back to their apartment.
“I do not!” he protested, catching up with her. “Well, not anymore…”
Marinette laughed. “Come on, Kitty, let’s go home; you’ve earned a treat.”
“I have?! What kind?”
Smoothly, she turned to face him, still grinning. Reaching up, she looped up two fingers- one to the chain around his neck, and the other through the ring. She kissed him longingly, deeply, right there on the street, and her hand dropped to his. “Come on Kitty; let’s go home.”
“As long as it’s where you are, I’ll follow you anywhere, my lady.”
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I'm coming home to you
Every night, every night, every night, every night
Coming home to you
Every night, every night, every night. every night
My mind is made up, nothing can change it,
I'm coming home to you
Every night, every night, every night, every night
-Imagine Dragons