Irresistible

The Game Player

Hot. Everything was hot. Their breath, their skin, the feelings in their veins. Every time they were together things were so hot. Like they couldn't get enough. Like no amount of pawing at one another could get them close enough to the other. They shouldn't be here. But with Chat's tongue teasing her lips, how could Marinette say no?
She opened her mouth slightly, giving him the access he so longed for. That was her problem. She couldn't say no to him. Couldn't resist the urge to melt into him again and feel his indecisiveness. Something about kissing him as Marinette while he loved Ladybug was simply... Intoxicating.
She tightened her legs around his waist, shivering as he ran his clawed gloves up down her thighs.
There were a million reasons they shouldn't be doing this.
Adrien.
Secret identities.
Leading one another on.
But when he murmured her name like that, like she was the source of his oxygen, all that mattered was the one reason there was to do it: Because they fucking wanted to.
Her hands went straight for his unruly hair, entangling themselves as Chat pulled her closer to him.
What was he doing. Why was he here. Again. Another night, drawn to her balcony, while he couldn't understand the pull. He loved his lady, did he not? But Marinette... You couldn't not want to touch her. Want to say her name. Want to make her yours.
She isn't like this around the other me, Chat thought to himself, trailing kisses down her jawline. Her breathlessness was his motivation.
God, everything about this was so wrong. Leading each other on, pretending they weren't betraying one another, betraying those who had their hearts, betraying themselves. Pretending, just for a little while, that it was just them. Just Marinette and Chat Noir. That there were no obstacles. Just for the nights.
Marinette pulled Chat's face up to meet hers and melted into another kiss. Another lie. Their tongues danced across one another, perfectly in sync, as they fibbed to themselves shamelessly. What if he had met Marinette first? What if she didn't love Adrien? What if, in another world, it could be just the two of them? Was that enough for them? The thoughts running through their minds plagued them relentlessly, but the feverish manner in which they embraced never calmed.
Marinette was laying below Chat, kissing his neck, while his hands drew tender circles on her hips.
"M-Marinette," Chat stammered, raising himself slightly up.
She laid back on the bed, breathing heavily and met his eyes. Her face was hot, redder than she could imagine. Her hair was a mess, sprawled across the pillow in the most appealing way he'd ever seem. Her eyes were heavy, full of emotion, as if they'd just realized what she was doing. Her lips were bruised, swollen, red. Freshly kissed had never looked so fucking good on anyone before. The look on her face, the tension between them, he couldn't remember why he'd said her name. All he could remember was the way her body felt, entangled with his.
He leaned down, ghosting kisses just above her lips, smirking delightfully.
Lady-who?
She pressed her lips fervently against his, until their was a beep in his miraculous. They'd done this enough times, she didn't have to pretend she didn't know he had to leave.
"Chat," she breathed, pulling away, "your times almost up."
He glanced at his ring and groaned, rolling so that he was next to her.
"I can't even explain to you how much I don't want to go." He complained, turning to look at her.
"Under different circumstances, I'd make you stay," she teased, "but, alas, you really should hit the road. And I have school tomorrow," she glanced at the clock, 5:02am, "er, today."
He peppered kisses on her shoulder, begging for just a few more moment. But when his miraculous sounded off again, he knew this was the end.
"I'm sorry to have kept you up all night, Princess," Chat apologized, getting to his feet. He hadn't accounted for his knees buckling as he stood, he stumbled.
"Make you weak in the knees, do I?" Marinette laughed heartedly.
He turned to find her standing as well, leaning against her bed post (for balance, he was sure).
"As only you, my beautiful princess, can," he smiled so genuinely, placing the sweetest kiss of the night, a small peck, to her lips. "I really have to go now," he apologized insistently, his eyes screamed that he didn't want to leave. If he could just stay a few more minutes...
He made his way through the trap door above her bed, and grinned down at her, "until next time," he promised. As the hatch was shutting, Marinette saw the light of his transformation flash, and a pair of red sneakers.
With every meeting, they came closer and closer to revealing Chat's identity. It was a dangerous game they were playing, a game that could only end in someone getting hurt. But, standing there, a smile on her face as her fingers touched her lips, she couldn't find the means to regret it. She could still feel his kisses.
Let's face it.
She was good at games.

A/N
Should I write a Part 2 to this? I was considering it but then I sai I'll let the people who read it choose :3
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