Forced Marriage

Chapter 3: Honeymoon

The ride to their honeymoon was silent. Staying in a 5-star bed and breakfast somewhere near the beach was going to be a long and awkward car ride. Especially if they were going to stay there for 1 whole month.

Marinette had changed into a more comfortable dress for after the wedding. The car ride in the limo was going to last at least an hour. So she decided to take out her hair and seem like she was doing something.

Adrien just stared out the window, looking at the stars. He had processed the fact that he was a married man now, and had comprehended that she wanted nothing to do with him.

As bad as the situation was, he didn't want their marriage to be completely loveless. When he was little his mother had always told him stories about love and romance.

His father on the other hand... A completely different story. Once his mother had passed away, he felt empty and depressed. He was sent straight to modeling once he had turned thirteen.

He was expected to follow any rules his father made, even when he turned eighteen his life still seemingly belonged to his father. He guessed that he was just used to it.

He hasn't realized how long he had been thinking, he hadn't even realized he was crying. His lips parted as they reached their destination, the place seemed nice and cozy. Something he wasn't used to.

Marinette had already gotten out the car and grabbed her bags, as he grabbed his things and headed inside. Thanking the driver before he left.

Marinette took a shower before she moisturized and got into her pajamas. She packed a couple of books and she decided she'd finish a couple chapters before she went to bed.

Once Adrien had gotten out of the shower, she had read three chapters. She gave him nothing but a glance, as he got into bed, a small blush crept across her cheeks. She set the book beside her and turned to face the opposite side of him.

Adrien narrowed his eyebrows as he turned the opposite side of her, and sighed. They hadn't said a word to each other since the wedding... "Goodnight Marinette..." He said softly, she didn't say anything.

He looked to the side before closing his eyes and he soon fell asleep. On the other hand...

Marinette couldn't sleep, she was significantly restless. It was past midnight by now, but she wasn't tired at all. She thought about the wedding that had occurred hours ago, closing her eyes.

She could vividly remember when he kissed her lips, her hand in his as his other hand cupping her cheek. She remembered thinking his lips were like velvet, and his skin was so warm.

Her freckled cheeks bloomed with a rosy red as she turned in bed. Her lips parted slightly as he was turned towards her, fast asleep. She smiled a little, it was sort of... Cute.

His eyes were closed, his hair looked so silky and soft. His jawline was highlighted by the moon that reflected through the window above them, and his lips were slightly parted.

She didn't know what she was thinking, as her hand made it's way down his jaw and traveled down his neck. She blushed as she tangled her fingers into his golden locks, moving closer to him.

She might not have known him, but she was curious and she wanted to know what he tasted like just one last time... She hesitated as her lips brushed against his, lightly kissing the top of his lip.

She breathed, the scent of his cologne taking her nose to utter bliss. She lightly placed her hand against his chest, scooting closer to him as he was warm. And she was cold, even as she was buried with silk fluffy sheets and covers.

She wrapped her arm around his back, careful not to wake him up. But he seemed tired and he was out, he probably wouldn't wake up even if a rock hit him in the head.

Marinette closed her eyes as she was tired and didn't want to think about it. She shrugged and cuddled him, finally falling asleep.

***

What the hell was she thinking?

Her eyes widened as she realized what she had done, scrambling off the bed. She groaned when she fell off and her butt hit the floor, she felt horrible.

Her head hurt, and she still felt tired despite hitting the floor. She walked over to the bathroom and washed her face, she felt awful... She walked back into the bedroom and fell flaccid across the bed.

She covered her nose as she sneezed, her eyes half lidded. Things couldn't get any worse.

"You have a fever." She heard someone say, she looked over to the side of the bed. Adrien... "No, I don't. I'm fine." She replied, sniffling. He rolled his eyes and felt her head, she didn't even have the strength to push his hand away.

"Yes, you do. You're sick." He argued, Marinette shrugged, "So?" Adrien stared at her emotionlessly, blinking his eyes. She suddenly was confused to why she felt embarrassed.

Her eyes followed his figure as he walked to the bathroom. Closing the door, he came out a little later dressed in his usual clothes as he threw his pajamas in the laundry basket.

He walked out of the bedroom, hearing his footsteps down the stairs as she heard him grab his keys and the front door opened and then closed.

Marinette crossed her arms before having a cough fit, her throat sore and she felt pathetic. She sniffled again.

By the time Adrien had come back, he had made a pot of chicken noodle soup. Bringing her a tray with a bowl of soup, water, two spoons, and a towel drenched in warm water.

He set the tray on the night stand and grabbed a bottle in his pocket, it was cough syrup. Taking the extra spoon, he poured the medicine into the spoon and told her to sit up.

She shrugged and sat up against the bed board, "Open your mouth." He said, she crossed her arms and shook her head. He frowned, "Don't be so difficult Marinette, it'll help you get better."

Marinette sighed and opened her mouth as he quickly ushered the spoon into her mouth. She cringed at the awkward taste, bringing the glass of water to her lips and practically chugging the whole thing before coughing again.

He set the tray on her lap, "Eat it. It'll make you feel better, then get some rest." Marinette nodded, her cheeks flushed as he left the room. Why did he have to be so nice? Why couldn't she just hate him?

She sighed and began sipping the bowl of soup, by the time she was finished, she was fast asleep on the bed.