Viscous Cycle

• I'm Starving For Affection •

Marinette became slightly cognizant, awake. She was stubborn and refused to open her eyes, wishing for another restorative hour of rest. Her hands held something rather soft and hairy, clutching whatever it was tightly to her exposed chest. Snuggling in even further, Marinette noticed the sensation of a warm huff of air spread across her skin like butter on crisp toast. The wash of comfort left pimpled goosebumps in its wake.

Furrowing an eyebrow, Mari rubbed what she held in her slumbering arms, apprehensively attempting to understand what it was through touch. Grating faster, the object puzzled her. Growing inquisitive, she popped one eye slightly open. She instantly recognized the wild mess of blonde hair that lay against her naked breasts. It was enough to make her want to scream in repulsiveness, yet somehow managing to hold her reaction in. Mari was no prude, having multiple make out partnered on the daily. This said, she wasn't a total idiot and managed to keep her virginity in tact, always stopping the guy before it went too far.

Simply put, this was not the first time she had been naked in front of a guy. This was the first time that she woke up next to one while not clothed.

Recalling the events of last night, she pushed all ration out the window, cuddling him further.

Adrien had other plans, leisurely taking the arm that was once wrapped around her waist, and creating swirls on top of her straining lower back. He continued to trace the curve and indent of her spine. His face never moved, open lips breathing and bathing her skin. She sucked in a single, long breath, cherishing the sweet gesture.

"Morning," Adrien articulated, keeping it as quiet and private as possible. She didn't have it in her to respond, not ready to break his heart just yet. There was no way that she would have consciously allowed herself to seek out this current situation. However, it happened all the same. This was as close as she could let him be and it could only occur only this one time. Anything more would be uncivilized and lead him on.

"You better say that was the best sleep of your life. Pretty sure you smooshed my breasts down a whole size. Not that they were desirable in the first place."

"They were, are and will always be just right. Not too big, not too small."

"Okay, Goldilocks. Time to get up."

He fussed, not wanting either of them to move. Ever. Despite how sexual they could have easily gotten, neither took it to that level, much to her happiness. It was completely innocent. "Just a little bit longer? I'm starving for affection," he whined, forcing her to give in. He reminded her of a little baby, practically attached to her breast and begging for more time, no matter if it was borrowed.

Adrien shifted marginally, just enough for Marinette to see that he was without a shirt too. Vexatious as that fact might have been, she couldn't help but drown in the heat that he radiated. She readjusted, catching her breath when it caused their nipples to rub against each other, creating friction.

"Okay! Um, I'm just going to go shower," Marinette instigated, yanking up the blanket that previously covered the two. The action exposed Adrien, who only bore his underwear, to the cold elements. She could tell he was longing for her to rejoin him and that he was confused as to why she got up in the first place. Assuming that he didn't register the intimate touch, she wrapped the quilt around her, protecting her chest from view. She did a horrible job, as her back was still showing, giving Adrien a reminder as to how it all escalated initially.

She collected her towel, preparing to cleanse herself. The only article of clothing that was on her body was a measly pair of shorts that she discarded, once safely in the bathroom. Scalding water erased memories that her body craved to hold onto. Her mind had other ideas.