Borderline

workbooks & temptations

"When are you going to realize that you need me just as much as I want you and your smokin' body?" Adrien asked Marinette. "We are never going to happen," she politely retorted. Disgustingly enough, Adrien shot her a wink. For a guy so bold, she wondered how he could have stood to be dragged into a mental institution such as this. 

"Only time will tell, Peaches," he fired back as well.

It was apparent that he was in one of his manic mood swings. When in such a state, Adrien had little to no control over his instincts, and would act completely irrationally. He constantly had too much energy, and would publicly proclaim his secret desires like no other. During these times, Adrien's conquest to sleep with Marinette, indulge in abnormal behaviors, and his frequent lying heightened drastically.

Not that she would ever admit it, but putting up with Adrien's rollercoaster of emotions seemed to make her increasingly more sane.

The two were at a picnic bench table on the front lawn of the asylum, sitting across from each other. Green trees and dense shrubbery made the place all too gorgeous to ignore.

Marinette brought a magazine to enjoy, and to help pass time. Meanwhile, Adrien had to work on mental exercises to gain better control of his multiple disorders. He had also brought his dingy leather bound  journal with him. The contents were veiled to her, and Marinette wasn't sure she ever wanted to know. Clearly, Adrien was thoughtfully invested in other topics than mastering the social norm definition of emotion.

He really couldn't help himself. It was as though the institution had knowingly set Adrien up to fail, and wanted him to give into his desires. Here she sat, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he was sure she was as experimentally innocent as they come. Adrien on the other hand, was a professional in the physical sport of the opposite sex. The urges he experienced were driven by his broken states of mind. When relaxed and calm, the thought of doing anything that required effort seemed unthinkable.

Just the aspect of such a woman was enough for him to get hot sweats, forcing him to occasionally remove his worn, blue ball cap. This way, the gratuitous wind would alleviate Adrien's scalp heat and moisture.

With limbs flying about, Adrien ran around the table to Marinette's side. He plopped his ass down on top of her lap, all before she could blink. 

"Get off! You weigh a million pounds!" Marinette screeched, trying, in vain, to remove his muscular body. She had lost her cool demeanor at that point. Despite her best efforts, he stayed put on her thighs. Adrien grinned mischievously and said, "Not until you make me moan, Sweetheart."

As he spoke, he neared her ear, whispering those dirty words into it. Frozen from fear of being caught in this compromising position, Marinette remained still. She was also attempting to think of ways to remove Adrien off, without causing him to feel worthless. Everything with him was a delicate balance. Tip the scale slightly, and it could result in drastic results. He needed to know that she cared about him, just with her head and not her physical body.

The sneaky devil of a man licked a slow line from Marinette's clavicle, to the top of her temple. "Okay! Adrien, I appreciate the gesture but, it is inappropriate to tongue someone's face, especially mine. I am here for the sole purpose to help you, not to relieve your hormones," she stated. Marinette could only relax some when he was a safe distance apart from her.

One of the major downfalls of her job was not being able to tell Adrien to screw off every time he performed, or vocalized in vivid detail, a perverted act. She needed to keep composed, as she was dealing with a mentally unhealthy man. Every once in a while, Adrien's pestering got to be too much, and she would release her frustrations onto him.