The Vulnerability of Pink

PaNTieS oFF PLeaSe

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"IF WE TURNED ON THE LIGHTS, THEN I'D be able to see you naked better. I wouldn't complain, but only if you're sure that's what you really want," Adrien suggested, appearing neutral to her dumb idea to dampen the romantic feeling.

Huh.

Turns out her stupid muttering wasn't the only thing slightly damp.

"N-No! Moonlight is fine," she stumbled. Her face sprouted a deeper shade of red, if that was even plausible. While quite the college whiz, she was clueless when it came to matters such as these.

Adrien snickered, looking deplorable as he freely (and nakedly, she might add) dove into the warmed water of the large hot tub. The action, while daring, gave her wide blue eyes an all access pass to everything he had.

Once he surfaced, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead in a childlike way. He was quick to brush it back so he could see again. The way he flexed his bicep and how his muscles pulled under his skin was surely purposeful.

The jerk.

The blonde haired boy giddily whooped at the temperature, claiming it was just enough to simmer soup. At that odd description, she laughed, nerves falling away. After all, he was her best friend, what did she have to lose?

With a sudden boost of confidence, Marinette ridded her pale legs of the binding red colored denim, pulling them off slightly slower than if she was to change into her pajamas before bed. Next, her dark gray sweater joined the chilled travertine tile.

There, she stood in her navy blue laced bra and shockingly matching cheeky bikini panties. The design seemed to have interested him, the
slight pervert admiring the see-through mesh material. The pieces literally left nothing to the imagination.

To shield herself from the brisk air, Marinette hugged her stomach, uneasiness sleeping into her pores again.

Making the transition less mortifying, as a certain green eyed male was carefully tracing her every move, she decided to go ahead and hop into the tub. She was still partially clothed in her undergarments.

Gently, she crept up the stairs before sitting down on the lip. Adrien kept drinking her in, his thick gaze not once leaving her body. At this point, he had sunk lower and was standing on his knees in the middle, allowing everything from his eyes and up to remain above the water.

Marinette figured his lungs were sturdy enough to sustain him for that amount of time. His lasting endurance proved impressive.

As her entirety sunk into the soothing water, her body quelled. Timidity overtook her, keeping her legs crossed and hands tightly in her lap as she sat. His pupils slid over her once more before snorting.

His outburst caused water to spray into her, which made the lot laugh comfortably.

Had his shoulders always been that broad?

"By definition, skinny dipping is an action done naked, you know, scientifically speaking," he snarked, finally stopping his chuckles. His words combined with his need to suddenly stand and broadcast his lean torso forced a blush to come to fruition. Adrien gestures to himself as an example.