The Naked Truth

An Embarrassing Phone Call

It didn't take long for them to return to Marinette's bedroom. Well, at least Adrien did, because Marinette pushed him out of the toilet, told him to go upstairs and wait for her, she would be back in a minute.

Adrien had the slight suspicion that she was brushing her teeth a dozen times and then using a large amount of mouthwash, but he didn't complain. After drying himself and getting the most water he could out of his hair using an already wet towel, Adrien didn't have anything to do, so he used the towel to wipe the little pool he had created earlier on on the floor. That done, he sat on the chaise longue and waited patiently.

A few minutes later, Marinette emerged from her trapdoor, her towel still wrapped around her body and a tray full of sandwiches, two glasses and a bottle of water into her right hand.

Adrien looked at her with puppy eyes, and she laughed softly.

"You're the best!" he said as he eyed all the wonderful food she had brought with her. "Uh, no croissants?" He pouted.

"Sorry, Chaton. The bakery is closed and turning the oven on to bake croissants or macarons takes time. I thought you may have gotten bored if I had left you here over half an hour by yourself."

She put the tray down in front of him, and as the smell of food hit his nostrils, he realised how hungry he was. He lost his pout and picked up one of the sandwiches, filled with tuna, and started devouring it happily. Marinette sat down on the chaise next to the tray and picked up another sandwich, starting to eat it herself.

They ate in silence for a while until all food was gone. Then, when Marinette's hand moved the tray slightly, revealing the three packets laying underneath, she gave him an embarrassed look.

"Uh, I was wondering if you're cold? I-I should have s-some c-clothes from my sample d-designer l—" She suddenly stopped rambling, because he grabbed her hand and squeezed it. His face was very red, but his gaze was full of love and the sparks she saw in his eyes made her insides melt.

He smiled softly at her and pulled her towards him, causing the tray in between them to land on the floor. She found herself leaning on his bare chest, the towel she had wrapped around her body loosening up and coming off. "You're joking, right?" he asked, as his hand slowly and deliberately caressed her bare back. She shivered.

If possible, she blushed a deeper shade of red. "N-no, I m-mean y-yes, I m-mean... maybe?" She covered her eyes with her hands, but he grabbed them and took them off her face, forcing her to look at him.

"Marinette, isn't it a bit too late to go all shy on me?" He saw the gleam of fear in her eyes and frowned. "I mean, it's frustrating. Earlier in the shower you, well, were all over me and now it looks as if nothing happened." He passed a hand through his still damp hair. "I mean, if you don't want me, it's okay. I will just transform and go home. But I thought we were past that."

Marinette gulped and closed her eyes, taking a couple of big breaths. She forcefully removed her hands from his hold and pinned them on her knees.

"It's not that," she whispered when she opened her eyes again. "I'm s-sorry, it's just, in the shower it seemed... d-different. Here now, with the c-condoms, i-it s-seems more r-real."

He pouted. "It is real. Isn't it?" He looked at her in pure confusion. "The feelings that we have are real. They were real in the bubble, they were real in the shower. They are real now. How can a little piece of latex make them any different? I love you! I've loved you and wanted you for so long!"

"I'm scared!" she shouted at him. "I want you so much, but I'm terrified. And I'm trying, I'm seriously trying to be truthful and continue to say everything, like I was forced to do in the bubble, but it's so hard because I'm not used to it. I'm used to Adrien saying that I'm just a friend and instead now you're eating me up with your eyes every time that you look at me. I love it, I don't want you to stop, but I'm scared because I'm a girl and I'm not supposed to be saying this! I'm supposed to tell you to go away, I'm supposed to be modest, but I can't!" She cupped her hands on her face. "Be-because I love you and I want to do it, too."