The Naked Truth

A Bloody... Shock?

Adrien didn't have the time to put her down on her bed, because as soon as they reached the mezzanine, Marinette pulled herself out of his arms and wrapped his neck with hers, pushing him down on her bed.

"Are you more comfy now?" she asked with an ominous smile curving her lips.

"Very," he whispered back. His smile was a bit more tense.

Marinette giggled. "What is it? After all the flirts and the hints, are you the one being nervous now, chaton?"

"I'm just... surprised, that's all." And it was true. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to see Marinette, or Ladybug for that matter, flirting so openly with him. "Until a little while ago, you were terrified. What changed now?"

"No idea," she confessed. "I'm just desperately telling my brain that this is not the real Adrien Agreste. This are, I mean these are the pictures I look at in the evening. I'm repeating this as a mantra in my head and it's kind of working."

"Oh," he said thoughtfully. Then his smirk widened. "Are you going to show me what you do while looking at them, Buginette?" He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked some more.

Marinette became purple, but her eyes gleamed with malice, as she gave him a cunning look and retorted, "Only if you show me what you do in bed thinking of Ladybug, Beau Gosse!"

Adrien pouted. Then the smirk returned to curl his lips as he said it playfully, "Not much to see there, now that the girl I want is here with me."

He grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him, pressed his lips to hers and started exploring her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his head and started pulling at his hair as she reciprocated with equal passion. Then she smirked, and with a push, she made him crash on the bed on his back and positioned herself on top.

"I may need to change my mattress, you're so comfortable to lie on, Monsieur Agreste. Do you think your father would allow me to keep you?"

He smirked. "I don't think he deserves a say about it. This mattress wants to stay here." He pointed at himself and chuckled. She chuckled with him, but her eyes didn't lose their mischievous gleam.

"Good. Because this girl has quite a few plans for her new mattress," she whispered into his ear, causing him to shiver and deeply enjoying the feeling of it.

As she spoke, she passed her fingers slowly over Adrien's chest, and her lips curled in a little smirk when she noticed the goosebumps on his arms and how hard he was against her thigh. She loved having such an effect on him, and the more she saw it, the more her confidence grew.

Although looking at him in the eye... er, that was still a work in progress!

She moved her gaze to his eyes briefly, and the gleam of pure adoration that she saw in them made her blush crimson up to the roots of her hair. She looked down to his chest.

Yes, definitely still work in progress.

She moved her mouth to the crook of his neck and started sucking at it like she felt him doing to her in the bubble, but as soon as she started seeing that the skin was getting pinker, she let go of it and started brushing her lips down his pectorals.

"Why did you stop? I liked it," said Adrien causing her to look up.

"You have photoshoots, I don't want to get you in trouble!" she answered back.

He looked at her and laughed. "Marinette, you don't know how some models come into work. That's why there are make-up artists at photoshoots.They do miracles!" He gave her a flirtatious look. "You do whatever you want to me, Princess, I don't mind at all!"