Please, Forgive Me || ADRIENETTE

24. Take the bait.

They  didn't know who cried more, the engaged couple, or Marinette, who started bawling as she downed two more shots. Safe to say that she was an emotional drunk.

But once the after-party had finally died down, the group waited for their limousine to pick them up outside of the club. Alya and Nino were cuddling, keeping each other warm from the 3 AM breeze, and Marinette was passed out in Adrien's arms as he carried her like a baby. She sure as hell was as light as a baby.

"You two head home first," Adrien gestured as soon as their car arrived, taking their respective seat. "I'll take Marinette home."

Alya squirmed in her seat and glanced at the blonde. "No funny business Agreste. Marinette's way too drunk to know what's right or wrong, and I don't wanna hear about you guys fucking, you understand."

Adrien rolled her eyes hearing the lecture from Alya as if he was her father. Weirdly enough, he hadn't even gotten 'the talk' from his father yet. "What kind of guy do you think I am?" he scoffed.

Soon enough, Nino and Alya had been dropped off, as well as Marinette and Adrien shortly after. He shouted for his driver to wait for him, and carried Marientte to her door. Again, hinting deja vu the last time he had dropped her off at home in his hard as she was knocked out cold. Kicking her door open, he gently placed her on the bed and turned on the AC as he made her way to her vanity to grab her makeup remover.

If he had to be honest, he liked taking care of the bluenette. It gave him time to stare at her beautiful face as she slept. Again, very creepy. But he couldn't help it. He poured makeup remover on a cotton pad and gently began to rub her face clean from the foundation that was painted on her face.

The amount of foundation was excessive, seeing as Marinette's skin was as clear as glass and her cheeks rosy. He blames Alya for hiding her true beauty but he shrugs, if his girl liked to be pampered, he'd show her a thousand new ways to feel beautiful.

He ripped Marinette's false lashes and threw them away. Even though he used to be a model, he was still a guy, and he wasn't sure if strip lashes were reusable. He threw them away regardless, she didn't need them but just in case she did get angry for tossing them out, he'll buy her new ones. Maybe even lash extensions that Alya has.

As soon as Adrien finished wiping her face clean, the bluenette began to stir in her sleep, and slowly, her eyes began to flutter open. "A-Adrien?" she mumbled to herself. "What are you doing here?"

He smiled brushing her messy hair away from her face and leaned down to her ear. "I was just about to leave," he whispered, taking a stand from her bed. But before he could take a step away from her, she reached for his arm and pulled him back to the seat next to her.

"Wait..." she called out, pulling his fingers to her face and cupping her cheek as she stared at him seductively. "Take off my clothes." her eyes stared up at the blonde with fire and desire evident in her tone.

He chuckled, "Marinette, you're drunk."

She sat up from her bed and tilted her chin up as she dished out one of her infamous puppy dog eyes. The one Adrien is known to be weak against. "Please, Adrien? I can't sleep with my clothes on.."

He shook his head, "I should leave now, before I won't be able to."

"Then don't."

"Marinette, you don't know what you're doing--"

"I know exactly what I'm doing." she flirtatiously smirked. She slowly stood up from the bed and began to unzip her dress as her spaghetti strap lowered down her shoulders, loosening her dress, falling to the ground, exposing the bluenette's ivory skin covered in nothing but matching lingerie.