What if 'the one' split into two...?
Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Lady Luck herself, has finally fallen on her feet after years of playing catch-up. Her boss, Mary Humphries of The House of Humphries, has invited her to be first assistant at an important...
It seemed they had chosen the perfect moment to slip away from the party. The dance floor had just opened up and allowed them to exit through the crowds without notice.
Just as they were reaching the main hotel lobby, the skies opened up with a sudden and intense downpour, drenching the gardens and catching them by surprise. Adrien gallantly tried to shield Marinette from the rain with his jacket, but it proved futile against the deluge. They were both thoroughly soaked by the time they made it into the building.
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The sound of rain drumming against the windows echoed through the grand foyer, blending with the soft hum of voices and the gentle melody of a piano playing in the background. The air was filled with a fresh, earthy scent, carried in by the rain. Droplets dripped from their clothes, creating small puddles around their feet. But all Adrien could think about was the woman standing beside him.
Despite being wet and slightly dishevelled, there was an undeniable need between them. Marinette's laughter mingled with the ambient sounds, a musical counterpoint to the storm outside was nothing more than an aphrodisiac.
Adrien grinned, brushing a stray strand of wet hair from her face, unable to resist the urge to draw her closer. His hand cupping around her face and lips searching out hers for another kiss. Only for the sound of the arriving elevator to break them apart.
They stepped into the elevator, Marinette reaching forward to press the floor button before pausing and turning back to him with the cutest, confused look on her face. "Um, what was our floor number again?"
"Sex," Adrien replied as he studied her face, but as her expression changed to one of intense puzzlement, his eyes widened in realisation. "I mean...'sex'! I mean..." His face flushed, mirroring Marinette's own startled look.
"What?" she squeaked, clearly taken aback.
Adrien felt the heat rising in his cheeks. "I meant to say 'six'!" he exclaimed, realising how loudly he had blurted out the mistaken word. Thankfully, the elevator was empty except for them, sparing him from further embarrassment.
As the elevator doors closed, he mentally cringed at his slip of the tongue. He imagined an imaginary audience in his head, sarcastically slow-clapping at his blunder. If only he could disappear into thin air right now to escape the awkwardness.
"We're on floor six," he repeated, hoping the fourth time would, indeed, be the charm.
He had always prided himself on being a cool, calm, and collected guy, but ever since spending time with Marinette, he felt like a total disaster. From spilling popcorn to fumbling with drinks and even managing to make a mess with cake, he couldn't help but feel like he had continuously embarrassed himself in front of her. Yet, despite it all, here she was, standing just a millimetre away from him, after earlier this night kissing him as if her life depended on it.
At that moment, he couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man alive. Despite all his mishaps, Marinette was still here, wanting to get to know him better. Was she an angel or simply desperate?
