Viscous Cycle

• That's What You Do •

Marinette trudged down the sidewalk after she blew through the remnants of crowd from the publicized show Creep and herself unfortunately collected. She marched on, headed towards the local mini mart gas station combination. The young lady was in desperate need of a whole Hostess snack box and was dead set on finding one.

"Where are we going?" Adrien asked. He startled Marinette, as she didn't know he was tailgating her. "Okay, Creep. When will the stalking stop!? I'm sick of seeing you in the background of my entire life!" she retorted, balling fists and stomping feet in anguish. She was gonna stand her ground and dump this loser.

He stood still, keeping a blank face despite the loud girl in front of him. "I just thought that I'd offer you a ride on my bike instead of allowing you to walk such a distance," Adrien offered, bored demeanor still present. "I'm fine on my own. I don't need Motorbike Boy to save the day," Marinette spat, speaking lowly. She turned around, continuing her journey toward snack heaven.

"I'll be on my way then. Stay safe, Princesse."

Creep pivoted on one foot, his back to hers. Stubbornness exuded from her pores, resuming her pace. The roar of a motorcycle plummeted the air, nearly killing Mari's eardrums. Sighing, her ginormous hatred for the boy grew nearly double in size.

Marinette and Adrien had known of each other since they had a class together in preschool. From the very first moment he saw her, Adrien knew she was it. That was the girl he was going to eventually marry, just like how Aladdin sought after Princess Jasmine. Eventually, the pretend prince got the girl and lived to be a happy man. Oh yes, his Princesse was beautiful and chalk full of spunk. This was a fact he began to understand the more and more he tried to tell the girl all about their future wedding.

Since Mari found out about the blondie ogling her from a distance (especially at such a young age), she named him "Creep" for obvious reasons. The two had barely conversed to each other throughout the entire duration of their student careers.

It wasn't too long of a walk to the convince store, she just moved slowly, taking her dear, sweet time. Mari kicked a rock that was perched on the concrete. Finally, she reached her destination, hearing the familiar metallic whoosh of the automatic entrance. She ran her hands through her hair, combing out a few deeply tangled knots. It was a futile effort to adjust her grungy appearance.

Having already memorized where her beloved junk food was, Mari made her way in a beelined fashion. She picked up the first box of anything Hostess she could find, she realized it was a package of Ding Dongs. Craving the sugar it provided, she clamored toward the check out. Being the only customer in the whole place, she quickly paid for her single item and made haste out of the whooshing doors.

Sucking in a massive breath, pushing the capacity her lungs could comfortably manage, Marinette stood still, observing her surroundings.

"You can't seriously tell me that the freshman you made out with was that good of a kisser."

Mari glanced in the direction in which the voice pronounced from, only seeing a shadow of a guy. She squinted her eyes as the figure moved forward, finally stepping into the dusky light. It was the soda pop stranger.

Taking a record breaking bite out of the chocolate cupcake, she spoke with her mouth full, "what's it to you?"

"Just the difference between if you're finding my hollow words intriguing, or if it's just my overabundant charm," he spoke, leaning closer to her body. "You're not gonna be repulsed by me no matter what I do, are you?" Mari asked, mouth still gorging on the mushy pastry. The guy wrapped his arms around her waist, carefully pulling Mari nearer.

"No amount of pickle breath, toe jam or cute little mouths chewing and smacking junk food is gonna force my absence."

He leaned in, capturing her lips in a slow, almost loving kiss. It was a fluttery feeling that flooded her senses, despite the fact that she had yet to swallow her masticated cupcake. Realizing this, she pulled away, still remaining close to him. She hastily swallowed, returning to the guys lips.

This kiss was hotter, more intense. It kind of drove her mad. Gone was the light air of gentleness, as urgency knocked on their joined doorstep. Maybe it was the previous tension they shared that built up such chemistry. Mari slid her hands up and down his back, fisting his jacket tightly. She could barely breathe, feeling okay if she would never get another proper inhale of oxygen again.

His hands sunk lower and lower, landing on her bottom. She groaned into his lips, relishing the sensation. He picked her up abrasively, making sure to wrap her legs around his muscular waist. Their lips were coated in sloppy saliva, neither caring too much about it. Haphazardly falling to the ground, his knees buckled from all of the tingling.

The entangled two rolled about, periodically pausing to allow one to thrive while being on top. They rarely took a breath, too focused on the other person's mouth.

His hands slithered up from her thigh to her breast, squeezing Mari tightly. She moaned loudly, melting into his touch. He released her mouth, trailing kisses down her neck and to her protruding collar bone. Slowly, the young man peeled the collar of her shirt down, exposing her shoulders and the rim of her lacy bra.

After he had kissed the top of her breast that was peeking out, he stuck his tongue down into her bra, nearly hitting her pink nipple. Underneath the guy, Mari was a moaning, twitching, shaking mess, never settling still.

"So that's what it looks like to make out with you, Princesse. Interesting. Can I try someday?"

Fumed with absolute fury toward her childhood stalker, Marinette pushed her kissing buddy off of her and onto the plush grass. "Whatcha want, Flea Bag? Can't you see I'm in the middle of something here?" she said, gritting her teeth together. Marinette was feeling beyond livid as she was finally having a make out session worthy of her time.

"Mari, let's get you home. I wouldn't want your Mommy and Daddy to worry about you any longer than they should," Adrien spoke, trying his best to embarrass her into riding his bike.

Marinette growled like a guard dog. She stood up, not bothering to adjust her shirt, letting her bra fly freely. Stomping off and over to Adrien, the guy called out, "any chance I could get your number?" By that point, she was too far away by gas pump number four, where Creep's bike was parked, and missed his words completely.

Adrien leaned down to him, gravely whispering, "take a hike, pal. The girl's all mine." The look he flashed to match his bold words could have torn flesh off of his face. Turning around, Adrien sauntered over to Mari, feeling pretty happy with himself, despite catching his love lip locking with another.

"How dare you," she somehow communicated through tightly gritted teeth. She crossed her arms, shaking her head while leaning against the gas pump. "Honestly, we both know that you were never gonna see that guy again, let alone actually hook up with him. That's because that's what you do. You lead strangers on and stop them before they can push you too hard. Or at least, that's what I've gathered from my years of intel.

"Now, unless you feel like wearing a nasty gas stain on your cute little outfit, which I can see your red, lacy bra in case you'd like to know, I'd suggest a ride home on my motorcycle. It's up to you, but I'd take my offer," Adrien announced, acting like a dang authoritarian. Once he had mentioned her bra, he started talking at it, apparently not having the strength to pry his eyes away.

"Fine. I'll take the ride. However, you will quit staring at my boobs and refrain from ever doing so again," Mari spoke slow and low, already enraged enough. She was finally perched atop his bike, a true dream turned into reality. Her eyes were closed, not giving him the satisfaction of her visual attention. Waisting no time, Creep plopped in front of her, roaring the steel mobile to life.

He drove faster than it took Mari to find her next boy.