(Brief warning, I don't usually write. Sorry if it's garbage lol)
Maybelle Dubois has just moved to Paris, France, after living in the quiet countryside for most of her life.
(Story will probably contain some fluff at the very least! characters age...
"Don't cover it up. I want everyone to see that you belong to me."
I couldn't get his words out of my head as I got ready the next day, listening to Mascara by Deftones impacted my outfit heavily.
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Throwing on my jewlery and heading out the door, I raised the volume of my earbuds and walked until I felt a hand interlaced with mine. Luka took an earbud, giving a nod of approval when he heard the song. I lowered the volume back down so that we could talk on the way to school.
"I see you're a good listener," he said with a smirk, eyeing the mark he gave me last night. "You look beautiful, by the way." Luka smiled.
"Thank you, and thank you, yes I am quite a good listener," I replied proudly, my hands on my hips.
Luka smiled at me and looked around before pulling us into an empty alleyway, pushing me up against brick and kissing me hard. "Sorry, I can't help it." He muttered, kissing me again.
"Luka," I breathed, "Luka stop we're going to be late," I said, pushing him away with a smirk of confidence.
"Fine. One more," Luka said quickly, pushing me back up against the bricks.
Arriving at school with swollen lips, a hickey and a dark blush on your face is bound to get some questions, and some looks... and some whispers.
Adrien glared daggers- no- swords at Luka the entire lunch period, making minimal commentary.
"So who's the love mark from, Maybelle?" Alya pried, unable to contain the question any longer.
I blushed, looking away from everyone, but Luka just laughed, "Yeah Belle, who gave that to you?"
"L-Luka did.." I murmured, picking at the skin around my nails.
The table hooted and hollered, Adrien gripped his fork aggressively, snapping it when he saw Luka whisper something into my ear that made my cheeks flush a deep red.
After school, Adrien and I walked to his house, talking about classes and how modeling is going for him. I noticed his eyes kept wandering to the mark from last night and I instinctively covered it with my flannel.
"Is he your boyfriend?" Adrien blurted, his eyes wide in surprise with himself.
I looked around and shrugged, "I don't think so, we're just close, I guess."
Adrien nodded at that and we went inside, practicing lines and joking. No magazine in site this time. When it came time for the kiss, Adrien brought me close to him, looking into my eyes. He pressed his lips against mine, softly kissing me. We pulled away slowly, before he went back in, guiding me to the couch, where he climbed on top of me.
"I could do better than that disappointment," Adrien mumbled against my lips, pressing the mark with a finger. I chuckled a "yeah right" and he pulled away, a challenging look on his face.
