The Naked Truth

Shower Time!

Marinette fell on her knees, her eyes still glued to the trapdoor until she heard the soft bang of the apartment's door closing, and the even softer bang of the gate downstairs locking. Only then did she breathe a big sigh and looked awkwardly at the three condoms in her hand. Three. As if!

As she thought that and still skeptically eyed the little plastic packets in her hand, she heard the skylight door tentatively open and saw Chat peeking in, with circumspection. He looked cautiously left and right until his gaze met hers. He gulped. "Is she gone?"

"She is, silly minou. It's all your fault." Marinette kept looking pointedly at the three packets of plastic in her hand. "She figured us out."

Adrien leaned inside the window with a graceful movement and ended up on her bed, in a frog-like pose. She saw him paling when he heard what she just said. "Say that again?"

Marinette sighed. She looked at Adrien using his baton to propel himself down from the mezzanine, ending up in front of her in just one movement. He leaned down to look her in the eyes. Marinette panicked and didn't know what to do. So she just looked at him, smiled a smile that looked more like a grimace than anything else and put the three packets into his hand. Adrien looked at them and blinked. And his face became as red as a tomato.

"Uh, what has Alya found out, exactly?"

Marinette's face was also a deep shade of red, her hands to her temples. "She got a hold of my phone and read our conversation." She gulped. "Then she gave me those and said that her two ships were just one and they're both sailing. She knows."

"Fuck!" Adrien put a hand to his mouth. Then he looked at the content of his other hand and a nervous smile curved his lips. "Huh... three? No pressure. Cheers, Alya."

Marinette looked at him and couldn't help giggling. "Well, based on the soap in your hair, maybe she's right, Chaton." Then she gave him a better look and touched his shoulder, noting the amount of water that wet her fingers at the contact. "Either it's pouring outside or you came here soaking wet."

His cheeks dusted in pink and his hand ran across the nape of his neck (soaking wet and full of shampoo. Ew), but he did recover from the embarrassment quickly enough and gave her a flirty look. "I was promised company in the shower," he said. "I'm holding you to it."

It was Marinette's turn to blush. "Uh, about that," she muttered, "M-my s-shower is very s-small!"

"All the better, Buginette," he said with a smirk, his hand taking hold of her chin and forcing her gaze to meet his. "I want to be as close as I can to you."

He gave her a peck on the lips, quick and soft, and Marinette shivered because the gleam she could see in his eyes promised her much more than that. It left her breathless and again, somehow wet in between her legs. He gave her a deliberate stroke on the cheek, starting from her cheekbone and going down slowly up to her chin, and then continuing back to behind her ear, then stopping there and rubbing the nape of her neck.

The loud moan that came out of her throat caused his lips to curl up in a small smile. She saw it and her hand ran to those lips, and traced them softly. "Are you really..." she started, but Adrien smiled his Cheshire grin and interrupted her muttering, "Claws in." A very naked, full of soap suds and dripping wet Adrien took the place of Chat Noir, answering her unasked question.

Marinette's eyes grew wide. "God, you are," she said. "I think Alya thought you would come through the skylight looking like this." She blushed profusely and continued leaning closer to him, in a low whisper into his ear, "So did I, actually."