Arranged Marriage

Chapter 15

Hey everyone, sorry it took forever for me to update. It's just that I started writing this when I was an absolute miraculous fanatic, but I'm kinda over that now, so I'm not exactly excited to write miraculous fanfics anymore. So I'm not into miraculous like I was before. But I will try to finish this fanfic for you guys—however long it takes. You're gonna have to bear with me and my ridiculous updating schedules. Also, I don't think I'm gonna update my other fanfics, because I honestly can't bother. Maybe, if a miracle happens. Anyway, I'll shut up. Enjoy.

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When Marinette woke up the next morning, she was confused on why she was stark naked in the bed her and Adrien shared. She looked around the room, taking in everything while she tried to figure out what on earth happened last night.

Then it hit her. She remember that her and Adrien had slept together last night. Consummated their marriage.

That made her snort internally. You'd think after being married for almost a week, you'd do something more than just kissing a few times.

Technically, she shouldn't be so shaken by it. She wasn't drunk or anything, and besides Adrien was her husband. Sex was what married people did after all, right?

She looked over at Adrien's sleeping form once more; the blanket had rolled down a bit, revealing his bare chest. She admired his muscular and lean body. It was a sight, for sure. That was the bod of a model, right there.

Marinette sighed and rolled out of bed, arching her back as she stretched. She glanced at him once more, praying to god above that he wouldn't wake up and catch her walking around the room naked. She'd die.

She quickly put on the first clothes she laid eyes on, and rushed out of the room, and into the living room. She threw herself on the couch and and stared at the ceiling blankly. She didn't know why she was so worried. She shouldn't be!

She blinked a few times when her phone chimed from the coffee table in front of her, and grabbed it. Alya had texted her, asking how she was. Marinette frowned as she read the name of her friend; she had completely forgotten about her. She had been too busy with Adrien—it is their honeymoon, to her defense.

She quickly typed back,
'I'm fine. I'm just trying to fully comprehend what happened last night.'

A few seconds later, Alya texted her back,
'What happened last night???'

Marinette giggled. She wondered what Alya's reaction would be when she told her what she—er, they did. She didn't doubt that she'd freak out.

'I might have done something...wild last night.'

'???What did you do????'

'I may or may not have slept with Adrien last night.'

Alya didn't text back for about a minute, leaving Marinette with the conclusion that she was probably screaming. Nope, she didn't blame her.

'IGCAIGOSVHBDUHVS GWTSVHPS GECVSVYEVGE WHAT '

Marinette tried to choke back her laugh, but failed most spectacularly, and burst out. She clamped a hand over her mouth a second after, glancing at the bedroom door alarmingly. After she was sure there was no sound or movement from the room, she returned to her phone.

'Yeah yeah I know, believe me. But it's not that big of a deal.'

'NOT THAT BIG OF A DEAL?????? BITCH IT IS!!!!! IM GONNA FICKINH SKSBSKSBWKNSSJJSJS '

It was safe to assume at this point that Alya was typing so fast and aggressively that she was misspelling words.

'Omg Alya calm down. Ok yeah it is kind a big deal but nothing too big!'

'IM CALLING CHLOE. SHE HAS TO KNOW THIS TOO. YOU LUCKY BITCH!!'

Marinette chuckled and set her phone down. She should have expected this, to be honest. Sure, she obviously knew Alya would freak out, but it really wasn't that big of a deal. She'd now go call Chloe and make such a big deal out of it that they'd cal her, screaming words that she wouldn't be able to make out, and deafen her.

She nearly jumped when she heard a familiar voice coming from the doorway.

"You're up early."

She gasped at the sudden voice. So he was up then. Her senses had failed her.

Her head shot up, and she was faced with a brilliant looking blond, leaning against the doorframe, a cheeky smile on his face as he watched her.

Marinette cleared her throat, and crossed her arms in a snugly manner, and returned—at least tried without blushing to the roots of her hair—his smile.

"You're the one that's up late. Don't go blaming me," she grinned, slightly faltering. She was still a bit intimidated by last night. She just couldn't help it.

She heard Adrien chuckle, and he walked over to her, and threw himself on the couch next to her.

"Yeah, sorry. Was a bit tired out from last night,"

Marinette felt herself pale and her throat had suddenly gone dry. Of course he'd bring that up, the bastard. Her poor fragile heart may as well just give up, shrivel away and die from embarrassment. What a way to start her morning.

"Yes, last night was very er," she paused, licking her lips as she thought of what to say. "It was tiring I suppose." She grimaced slightly. What the hell was wrong with her? She was acting like a prude!

Her breath caught in her throat as she heard Adrien give a throaty chuckle, hitting her in a particular spot. Oh, that was new.

"Anyway," he got up from the couch, rubbing his palms together. "You hungry? I know I am. What do you say to breakfast? We can head out to the pool then, hmm?"

Marinette hummed in agreement, and followed his lead into the kitchen, praying to god he wouldn't cook. She really didn't feel like explaining the would-be mess to the staff.

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After they had breakfast—Marinette cooked, not wanting the kitchen to get caught on fire—and headed out to the pool; one of their dainty routine here in Hawaii. Paris's weather wasn't as good as it was here, and Marinette was determined to enjoy it as much as she could, before heading back.

Heading back. A shiver ran down her spine at the thought. Heading back would mean starting her life as a married woman. Would she go to university? Would she be able to pursue a career? A house! She'd have to move out of her parents house! Would she have to get a mortgage, or would she buy a house?

A splash from the pool—Adrien—disturbed her scary thoughts, knocking her back to reality. Those were the kind of stuff she'd have to worry when she got back. She still had another week left. She'd have to enjoy it. God knows, she might never have vacations like this again.

As she set her towel on the beach chair, something—someone, rather—caught her eye. A woman. She could only see her back, but she seemed awfully familiar.

Before Marinette could even think of who she might be, the woman turned around, revealing her face. Marinette gasped, and was barely able to hold herself from stumbling onto the ground.

What the hell was Lila Rossi doing here?