Blindly in Love

No rest for the wicked

It was one of those warm May nights in Paris. Summer was already in the air and the city of love was buzzing with life, passion and sighs of pleasure while couples of all ages enjoyed each others lips ...and other body parts. Marinette had to slam her windows and her roof hatch shut. She couldn't focus on work.

Actually, she hasn't been able to focus on anything for weeks now. She's just turned 18 and her body was constantly anxious, her fingers fidgeting, her mind all over the place. The posters of Adrien all over the walls weren't helping but it wasn't her usual Adrien-school-projects-helping parents business. This was something else.

That something was a deep desire and curiosity, the need to touch and be touched, to kiss and be kissed, to do the things she'd read about and the things she'd seen when she was brave enough to browse the fun part of the Internet. She was definitely a horny teenager in need of a boyfriend.

Tikki sensed her restlessness: "Hey, Marinette, why don't you set off for patrol a bit earlier tonight, you know, to clear your head and think about Hawkmoth, attacks, victims and saving the world for a change."

Marinette welcomed that idea, locked her door, opened her window and whispered "Spots on!" as she jumped out of her room and was on her way over the rooftops of the city that had made her feel uneasy just a while ago. Having to focus on her yo-yo, avoiding chimneys and searching for any sight of trouble helped her relax. This was her routine, her mind controlling every single muscle in her body, light breeze cooling her once flushed cheeks. She needed this. Thanks Tikki.

When she stopped to catch her breath, she felt she could think more clearly as a new thought entered her mind. Does she really need a boyfriend to get kissed and touched? Becoming Adrien's girlfriend wasn't happening any time soon and besides, doesn't she need to practice before settling down with the love of her life? Does she want to be that clumsy babbling Marinette when she's in bed with HIM? All these thoughts were making her head spin just as a tall dark figure softly landed only a few inches behind her. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck and it sent shivers down her spine.

"Evening, m'lady! Penny for you thoughts?"

Was the solution really that simple? Could he be the answer to her aching heart and burning lust at the same time? A practical yet very pleasurable way to let off some steam? She always felt she could tell him anything, so why not...

"Hey, Chaton, ready for patrol? Last one to the Eiffel Tower is buying ice-cream!" she suggested playfully as she swung her yo-yo and was gone.