Falling in Lust

Chapter 6 - Felix

"What's with the blindfolds?" Alya asked as she and Nino entered the room, tailed by Rose and Juleka.

Now Marinette was gone, Chloe deemed it safe to remove them. She laughed casually, swatting a careless hand through the air and tucking the flyswatter in her grip behind the other.

"Oh, we were just playing a game. But it's okay for them to take it off now." They removed their blindfolds and discarded them on the sofa. The darkness was almost bad in a different way. Their thoughts always returned to Marinette, blanketing them in sweet, sweet fantasies.

"Can we play?" Rose asked. "I love games!" Her child-like eyes widened in wonder.

"Game's over," Chloe said bluntly. Alya furrowed her brows, annoyed with Chloe's attitude. She hadn't liked her very much before, but now that she was always siding with Marinette, their relationship was even worse. Chloe had never like Marinette, so she didn't understand why they spent so much time together.

Where was Marinette, anyway? She'd expected her to be here. Lila was there, sitting on the sofa with her legs curled beneath her, head supported by her hand, eyes vacant.

"Oh... well that's too bad," Rose replied sullenly. Juleka muttered something under her breath, but Alya couldn't understand.

"Watcha have that flyswatter before?" Nino asked. As their conversation continued, more people filed into the room.

"Also part of the game," Chloe fibbed quickly. She tossed it on the sofa, hoping they wouldn't read too deeply into things. This party was already off to a rocky start.

Felix certainly thought so. As more people arrived and the noise level rose, a headache blossomed behind his eyes. He could be doing way more valuable things with his time. Like sitting with Marinette...

He didn't want to be here, nor did he have any reason to be. This had been Adrien's stupid idea. His cousin was always trying to include him, not understanding he didn't want to be included. He didn't like the people here. He didn't really like Marinette, or know her. He just craved her. Craved her touch.

He didn't have to sit through this. No one wanted him here. Even Adrien would be fine without him.

Felix slid off the couch. He knew Chloe would have stopped him, but she was too distracted with the party to notice his disappearance. He knew he should stop himself, but the image of Marinette was firmly implanted in his brain, evaporating all his self-control.

Room 366, 367, 368...

He found it. Room 369. She was just behind that door. He found the handle, closed his eyes, and pushed it open.

Marinette squeaked in surprise at his entrance and the sound of her voice made him woozy in a perfectly delightful way. His eyes opened of their own accord, and he stepped further inside, closing the door behind him.

Although he was practically blinded by lust, an idea entered his mind. What if he pretended to be Adrien? Just for a little while. She'd be more open to the idea of kissing Adrien than Felix. Then she'd kiss him back. He'd do anything to get her reciprocation.

"Marinette," he said is his sweetest Adrien voice. He swayed a little, his face heating. "I just wanted to see... if you were okay." He struggled to get the words out. He was incredibly hard, harder than he'd ever been in his life.

At these words, Marinette seemed to soften a little. "Er... thanks. But I'm fine. Maybe you should... um, go. Just until this wears off." She wondered how it would be between Adrien and Kagami after this nightmare was over. If it ever ended.

"I... I don't think I can," he told her, his voice strained. "It's just really hard being down there without you." A blush crept into her cheeks, and she looked utterly adorable. He wanted to kiss her so badly.

He stepped forward and his heart sank when she scooted away. She was sitting on the couch, her hands nervously balling up the material of her dress in fistfuls. He quickly sat down beside her before she could protest and took her hand.

"Adri-" she began. He put his finger over her lips.

"Shhh." He caressed her cheek gently, shuddering at the warmth of her soft skin. Her eyes widened as she realized it wasn't Adrien sitting beside her, but his cousin. But his face was just like her crush's. Maybe she could pretend he was Adrien, live in the fantasy she'd had for years.

She stared into his eyes. There was something dark and mischievous about them. Something alluring and sexy.

Something Adrien did not have.

When Adrien kissed her, it was sweet and gentle, with subtle passion. With Felix, she could feel power, hunger. She could feel it and she desired it, so she didn't protest when he pressed his lips to hers.

Maybe the perfume was affecting her too.

Deep down, she knew it wasn't. What was wrong with her, she didn't know. But in that moment, she wanted Felix, not Adrien. Desire burned her lips, and she couldn't help but kiss back.

Felix's heart pounded as her lips moved against his. Warm and soft and bringing him to life. He had never wanted anything as much as he wanted her. Her hands found his hair, fingers running through his golden locks. She wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in closer.

Soon, she found herself on his lap, kissing him more intensely than she'd expected she would. Her tongue ran across his lower lip, tasting it. She felt him shudder and his movements became even more deliberate.

He tasted wonderful. His warm breath filled her mouth, his tongue caressed hers. She inhaled deeply, feeling better than she probably had all day. It was going to be so awkward when this perfume wore off.

The thought almost stopped her in her tracks, but she banished it and kept going, letting his lips assure her. Everything was fine. Maybe it would never wear off.

His lips traveled across her face. His tongue slid over her skin. Her breathing sped up, her heart racing. His teeth closed over her ear.

"Ah," she moaned. "Mmmm." The room was gone. The perfume didn't exist. Adrien didn't exist. The whole world consisted of Felix and her and the electricity between them.

He leaned over her, and she toppled onto her back. His lips were at her throat. He bit down and the pain sent shots of ecstasy down her spine.

"Felix," she moaned, and he was relieved to hear his own name, realizing it would have only made him angry to hear her shouting his cousin's name.

His fingers caressed her skin. The sensations flooding him were all so wonderful and yet not enough. He wanted to go further. His hands slid down her waist, stroking her, then back up to her nipples.

He wanted her so badly, more than anything.