Miraculous Ladybug: One Shots

Quaint Attraction By The Ocean

SONG OF THE SHOT:
Top Down - Fifth Harmony

Just a forewarning, this one is a little spicier than normal. Enjoy!

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Marinette was too stressed out at work. In order to squelch all of the tension that was building up in her tired muscles, she decided to utilized her ten days of paid vacation and take a cruise. The woman had never taken one sick day, and the time off request was a shock to the entire department. One can only be a personal shopper for so long before not wanting to stop the desire to rip out the fake extensions her clients sported.

There were also only so many shades of lacquered acrylic nail polish adorned fingers she could stand to clack against her desk, demanding for designers out of their parent's price point or items unattainable. It all took its toll on the consistantly impressionable woman.

That would be precisely why she found herself clothed in nothing but a scandalous pair of barely concealing bikini bottoms, sun tanning on her stomach, trying to gain a golden glow on the back of her outstretched legs. For the duration of the cruise, she wanted to see just how uncharacteristically different she could behave from her normal self. This was credited to not knowing anyone else on the ship, and Marinette lusting for an escape away from the popular city she resided in.

So there she sat. In her tiny bottoms. Sipping on a perfectly chilled pina colada with extra pineapples encrusting the rim of the sweating glass. Without a care in the universe. All until he showed up. Marinette was minding her own business, eyes gazing at the conspiring sunset before her eyes, still sprawled out on the pool chair, despite the sun gracefully bowing and exiting for the day.

"So you're saying that if I find a girl to pretend to be my newlywed, I receive a bigger discount on everything than before?" a male's voice spoke behind her. The dark haired woman chose to block it out, instead focusing on how awkward she felt sporting just about everything her momma gave her in front of this man. "No, I came on this cruise alone." There was a brief pause for contemplation. "There's a total sexy babe in front of me though, so no worries."

At this, Marinette stiffened, not wanting a perverted gaze on her form any longer. There was a gravity inducing dilemma she now faced. How was Marinette supposed to sit up and clothe herself in her coverup without displaying too much to this nasty guy? Her heart punched against the chair she laid upon. It was almost like she couldn't breathe properly.

Suddenly, she felt a large, slightly damp towel masking her backside. "There you are, Honey Bunny! Enjoy your tanning time?" Marinette glanced upward, wondering who it was that protected her from potential danger. All she saw was a beautiful man with the brightest emerald eyes and shiniest golden hair. She was awe-struck. He looked like he was waiting on her response.

"O-Oh, yeah! I did. Thank you, Sweetie Pie. I was just about to call you to see where you were at. Shuffleboard game go long?" she played along, itching to get that unsettling male away. To continue with their act, the blonde wrapped his arm around her waist, slowly and meticulously, being respectful toward her. This was a fact she felt comfortable with. Pushing his luck a little, he gave Marinette a small kiss on the skin of her temple, nuzzling the top of her head with his cheek afterward.

"Old Man Stan really was on his a-game tonight, so it was pretty neck and neck. I beat him to a pulp in the end, though." She giggled. "That's my boy," she stated flirtatiously, creating tantalizing eye contact with him.

Still feeling creepy eyes on her curves, she knew she needed to do something crazy. Reaching up, she cupped his sweet cheeks, bringing his head down to hers, engaging in a heated kiss. Her lips were warm from the addicting combination of sunshine and Blondie's tempting lips. He went along with it, going so far as gently pushing her down to where he laid atop her, blocking the stalkers view of the blue eyed woman.

Somewhere between when he swiped his sinful tongue across her bottom lip and when she surged her fingers into his blonde locks, the creepy man vanished. When the guy pulled away, a single strand of saliva connected them together in a lovely, entrapping haze. He continued to rest his weight lightly on her body, bent elbows on each side of her face as they took their time catching their breath. Marinette brought her mouth upward, reaching for another kiss.

"Hang on. As much as I would love to continue, I want to get to know you more first," the man said, sitting up to allow more distance between the two. "Who's Old Man Stan?" she asked.

"My Great Uncle. Why were you naked? That guy was a real pervert, you know"

"I wasn't! I had bottoms on. I just can't stand tan lines, so I unhooked and removed my swim top, that's all!" she protested.

"Are you single?"

She answered by closing the burdensome synapse between them, lavishing his lips with another passionate kiss, putting her all into it. He didn't reciprocate, instead, he gingerly grabbed ahold of her shoulders, setting her back. Chuckling, he proclaimed, "Okay, I'm flattered, but you have got to stop for now. What's your name? I'm Adrien."

"Marinette," she returned, placing a light peck on his mouth, despite his seriousness to go about their situation the right way and gain more information on the woman. She wasn't having it, craving little kisses and sweet talks.

"Thank you for covering me from that creep. I really appreciate it."

"Don't mention it. I found it fun to swoop in and rescue the beautiful lady." Marinette blushed, looking down at her fiddling hands. Eventually, they made eye contact, neither willing to look away. "Wanna grab dinner?"

"Sounds swell."

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The following Monday, Marinette wound up back in another throat strangling meeting with a Barbie blonde client who required the entire new line of Jimmy Choo's, or else she was going to die. She needed the collection before her best friend could get her "talons" on them. Sounds like a true friend if there ever was one.

There was a subtle knock on the office door, one Marinette was forever grateful to hear. "Excuse me, Miss." Shuffling to the door, she left the office, coming to face her secretary. "The new hire is here and needs a run down of the building." Marinette agreed to show the newbie around, finding it to be a hobby of hers. There was something about showcasing her practical home to strangers, soon to be coworkers, that really got her goat.

"Miss. Duping-Chang, meet Mr. Agreste."

When emerald met bluebell, flashes of sand, waves and white silk sheets scorched their minds. "Well, I'll be. What's shaking Honey Bunny?"

"Not much, Sweetie Pie, not much."