Forced Marriage

Chapter 4: High Fever

Why did he care for her? That was a question he couldn't answer himself.

When he had walked back into the room she was fast asleep in bed, he grabbed the tray and cleaned up a bit. Grabbing the moist, warm towel and dabbing it on her head.

He blushed a little, as... That's the first time He noticed her freckles. He brushed his thumb across her cheek, closing his eyes as he left it there on her head.

His mother used to do that for him when he was little. No matter how many times he refused, or how difficult he was, it only made him more tired. And once he was out, she would do the same thing he did for Marinette.

By the time he had took a shower and everything else, it was half past noon. He went back upstairs to find her half asleep, smiling a little. "Marinette..." She opened her eyes. "Hm?"

"Go take a bath..." He said, she turned around in the covers. "No... I don't feel like it..." He sighed and pulled the covers off of her, "Marinette... Go take a bath." He said more firmly, she shook her head.

"Fine then." He shrugged, when she was suddenly lifted off the bed with one arm, and onto his back. "Put me down!" She said, he shook his head. "No... I don't feel like it..." He teased. She groaned as he set her on the side of the tub.

"Now take a bath-"

"I know, I know... It'll make you feel better..." She said finishing his sentence. He sighed and walked out of the bathroom, Marinette crossed her arms and her pajamas were soon on the floor.

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She would never admit it, but that bath and soup really did make her feel better. Despite the small headache that was sent through her brain. She felt much better then she did in the morning.

She let the bath water dissolve the aching in her back as she felt weightless, closing her eyes as she relaxed. She dipped her hair into the water as the silky strands spread under the water.

Washing her hair with her favorite Strawberry shampoo and conditioner. She soaked her midnight locks underneath the water to get the soap out.

It had been quite a while, as she decided she had been in there for a fair amount of time. She grabbed the towel beside her and wrapped the cloth around her body.

She unplugged the bath water and headed towards the counter with a mirror. She tried her best to dry her hair a bit, layering her skin with her strawberry scented lotion and wearing her matching pair of laced bra and panties.

Author's note: is it just me who feels like a queen 👑 once I wear a matching set of underwear and a bra? Like, it's so satisfying for me for some reason...

She smiled as she slid her pajama shorts on, pulling her pajama shirt over her head and tossing her towel into the laundry basket. She blow dried her hair, glossed her lips with strawberry Chapstick, and headed back out the bathroom.

Adrien was outside on the balcony making a phone call, she smirked as she plopped onto the bed, ravishing the silk fluffy sheets that rubbed against her smooth soft legs.

She heard Adrien finish the call and head back inside, closing the doors and lock in them. He yawned, and she wondered how someone could still look attractive even when they yawn.

She subsided the thought, burying her face in the cotton-filled pillows. Adrien climbed into bed, figuring he needed rest even though it was only 8:30.

He had been scheduled an interview tomorrow. At least Marinette like get some alone time to herself. She wasn't too far away from him in bed, he inhaled her scent, She smelt amazing... Like strawberries and sweetness.

He observed her pink pajamas, and her long beautiful legs. Her porcelain skin seemed so smooth and soft, contrasted by her gorgeous midnight hair and Crystal Blue Bell eyes.

He wanted to just grab her and cradle her in his arms like she was teddy bear. She would fit in his arms perfectly, he just knew it. YEt, he restrained himself, he didn't know how much longer he could though.

He turned to his side, closing his eyes and hugging his pillow. Hoping that tomorrow would be a better day.