Borderline

intimacy & fervor

Returning to her unfurnished home, Marinette numbly slides into the comfort of her temporary bed. Needing a new mattress, she adds it to her mental checklist of items to accomplish. 

She didn't even feel like changing from her work attire, barely mustering the energy to remove her office stilettos. Marinette, a woman with slight OCD tendencies, couldn't even remove the sweaty, grimy makeup from her face either. 

Releasing each and every fiber of anxiety, she rubs the soft fabric of her most cherished patchwork blanket against her cheek and arms. The calming scent of sea cotton assaults her nose, all but tranquilizing her.

Marinette glanced her pupils out from under the quilt, over to the only unpacked picture frame of a young, prepubescent girl.

The child in the picture appeared to be miserable, mainly because she was. Uneven pigtails, and a half hearted frown completed the look for her school picture that year. Instantaneously, all of the previously vanished stress floods back into her brain. She shoots herself out from the bed, and practically punches the light switch, encrusting the room in complete darkness.

Padding the skin of her feet against the night chilled tile, Marinette hastily yanks open the sliding glass door and steps out. Her lungs are eager for untainted air. Once her respiratory system receives its fill of fresh wind, she raked her shaking hands through her hair, and rested her elbows on the balcony ledge. She begins to play with the charm resting atop her neck. 

A single tear creeps down her agonized face and splatters on her polished toes.

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"You need me to what now?!"

"I don't mean for you two to have intercourse per say but, maybe get undressed and make out a little. Yeah, that should do the trick." one of Adrien's doctors said.

"And how do you figure that?" Marinette argued. She angrily crossed her arms.

"I was wanting to assess Adrien's stamina in pursuit of his mania. The only way to do this is to have you seduce him enough."

"And just who are you again?"

"Dr. Benny, Adrien's new physiatrist."

She narrowed her eyes at him. Quickly, the doctor flashed his security clearance and his hospital identification. Marinette was feeling highly skeptical of the whole situation, and wondered if she could press charges for someone pushing such notions into her.

"Look, logistically, this makes sense from every angle. He trusts you, he seems to take a severe liking to you, and it could benefit his mental state. All you have to do is agree, and it could make this job easier to handle. It could allow Adrien to ease up some with new and proper medication."

In all her years of living, this had to be the most terrifying moment yet.

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"If you're not gonna eat yer bacon, at least let me do the honors, Peaches."

Pushing the napkin that housed breakfast bacon towards the blonde man, Marinette drifted off casually. She was spacier than usual, something Adrien didn't really take the time to notice.

The two were seated atop his bed, side by side. There was a tray of food situated near them, holding breakfast food. Not even giving one single care, Adrien bore no shirt, and barely had any other clothing covering his body, as per usual.