Emma's Nanny

Mama Marinette

None POV:

The day of the fashion show had arrived, and Adrien was giving the last models lessons to both Marinette and Emma.

"Alright, Emma, you ready?" Adrien asked, crouching down to be at his daughter's eye level. Emma, dressed in her tiny version of Marinette's outfit, nodded. Adrien smiled and stood up, his own handsome frame looking perfect in one of his tailored suits.

"Okay, watch me closely," he said, stepping forward and showing them how to hold themselves. He moved down on hallway in the mansion with graceful steps, his back straight, shoulders relaxed, and head held high.

"See how easy that was?" he said with a grin, turning to face them again.

Emma giggled and imitated him, walking forward with a surprisingly good posture for a toddler. Her little face was serious as she copied every movement. Marinette chuckled softly, amazed at how naturally Emma was picking it up.

"Like father, like daughter," Marinette whispered, her heart warming at the sight.

Adrien winked at her. "She learn fast" he said with pride.

"Now you, Marinette," Adrien added, motioning for her to try. Marinette took a deep breath and started her walk, trying her best to follow Adrien's example, but her steps felt a little less steady, a little more awkward.

Adrien's voice came softly from behind her. "Relax your shoulders. You got this, Mari." His words were reassuring, but there was something about the way his eyes followed her every move that made her heart race. She nodded, biting her lip as she tried to focus on the walk rather than the way Adrien's gaze made her shiver

When she reached the end, Emma clapped her hands, squealing, "Marinette you are so pretty"

Marinette smiled "Well, I had a great teacher," she said, giving a quick look in Adrien, feeling her heart skip a beat when he smiled back.

Emma ran over and grabbed Adrien's hand. "Papa, can I go to the bathroom? I'll be back super quick." she said, bouncing excitedly on her feet.

Adrien nodded. "Of course, little bug. The bathroom. Be quick, okay?" Emma nodded and rushed off, leaving Marinette and Adrien alone for a brief moment.

The second Emma disappeared around the corner; Adrien's expression shifted from professional to something far more mischievous. He moved closer to Marinette

"You know" he whispered, as he leaned in, "I can't help but notice how you bite those beautiful lips"

Marinette's heart raced, her face heating up. "Like this?" she bit her lip again, trying not to meet his gaze.

Adrien smirked, his fingers brushing lightly against her waist. "That right there," he said, his voice dripping with teasing. "Every time you bite that lip... you make it really hard for me to focus on anything else"

Marinette gasped softly, feeling the warmth of his touch through her dress. "Adrien" she whispered

Marinette couldn't take it anymore. The heat between them, the teasing look in his eyes, and the way his touch made her pulse race, it was too much.

She grabbed his face, pulling him down to meet her lips in a passionate kiss. Adrien groaned softly against her lips, his hands gripping her tighter as they lost themselves in the moment.

Their kisses were hurried and desperate, each one leaving them breathless, until Marinette finally pulled away, her forehead resting against his, both of them panting softly.

His hand slid under her dress, grabbing her ass roughly, kneading it. She moaned softly, the sound slipping from her lips as her body betrayed the need pooling inside her.