A Renewed Friendship [An Adrienette Story]

Chapter 19

"Paris fashion show, uh? Do we need to get your autograph now?" Nino was putting the cakes Marinette had brought round onto plates ready for the final arrangement meeting ready for the bachelor/bachelorette party.

Alya was currently still at work and Adrien was meeting with the guy who's villa they were using. They should have their keys this afternoon ready for the trip to Monaco the following Friday. Marinette and Adrien had arranged to go one day earlier to set up some decorations and supplies. Marinette wasn't sure if she was ecstatic or terrified about the nine hour drive with Adrien. All the others were catching a flight. What was she thinking agreeing to drive with him? Perhaps it was the hope of another kiss? It'd been three days since she'd had the last from him.

"I can give you an autograph for sure, but it'll cost you." She went to the cupboard and started to pulling out wine bottles.

"So how's things with you and my best pal?" Marinette smiled as she placed the drinks onto the table. Things were going well. When Adrien had left her house a few days earlier, he'd left her with a sweet, delicate kiss. To be honest she wanted more but she wasn't complaining. She'd had very pleasant dreams that evening.

"It's good." She didn't want to go into anymore details. For some reason, as public as the relationship actually was, she wanted to hold it close to her chest. She didn't want everyone knowing everything, which was bizarre as the idea was everybody did know everything.

"Is he behaving?" Nino asked, setting the sweet treats around the wine glasses Marinette was currently pouring out.

"Why wouldn't he be?" She looked at him. He shrugged his shoulders.

"I was just checking. I know for a fact he hasn't been with anyone else whilst you've been dating which is amazing for that douche bag. He's usually sleeping around after date number two." Marinette's stomach became a washing machine. She didn't know whether she should have butterflies because obviously he was keeping his end of the deal, or whether her stomach should churn because she actually didn't know if he was sleeping with anyone else.

She hadn't seen him in a few days perhaps he'd been going off with other women. After all he was a developed man with needs. Needs that she wasn't fulfilling.

She thought back to the texts and phone calls they'd had over the past few days. Unless he was texting during intercourse, there was no way he'd be able to meet a woman until about three am. They'd been talking for hours. Reminiscing about the past, thinking about their futures once this is sorted and, of course, Paris Fashion Week. Adrien had made her work on it tirelessly. Refusing to come around until this evening. Each evening he'd appear on FaceTime to check in on her daily progress.

This would have been simple if he hadn't have always been lying fresh from the shower, and topless on his sofa. Many nights his naked torso filled her dreams, making her do an extra thirty minutes of working out the following morning to relive some of her tension. She must admit her body was looking good because of this. So good in fact that she decided to put extra effort in her outfit for today. She really wanted Adrien to want her as much as she wanted him.

She'd spent time straightening her hair so it fell in a silk river down to her mid back. The colour radiated blue from the sheen it was giving off. She loved it when it looked more midnight blue than black. She always felt unique and special, not just another number in a crowd. She'd created herself a new pink summer dress. It had a well fitted corset top, trailing into a delicate mini skirt. It was a cross between day fashion and night life, and she loved it. She loved it so much she created it in three other colours and uploaded it to her website.

"You're good for him you know. His life would be so less messed up if he had just had the guts to ask you out in lycée."

"What? He didn't like me then. We were just good friends."