Intoxicating💋 [Rewritten]

Chapter 8: What does this make us?

Firstly, I'm backkk!!! XD So sorry for the long wait, I was stuck behind a wall called 'writer's block' and it was too high to climb over and trust me, I hit it with a hammer several times. Also, a lot's happened since August, besides Covid.

Anyway, I found a chip in the wall and now I'm back! Although, my updating times still won't be as fast as they used to, I won't make you wait like two months for them!

Originally, I was going to make this fanfic pure smut but then I just HAD to add some plot in it, cos I'm that kinda person. So, I'm gonna try and publish longer chapters quicker so I can FINALLY get to the real juicy stuff! Like omg, I legit just want to write the dirtiest chapter! But me and my plot-driven mind keeps getting in the way! 😫

[Warning] Angst. Strong language (cos I'm getting tired of making everything so damn soft! I need swearing!). Also, awkwardness. Don't say I didn't warn ya!

Also, I realised that in chapter 4, I accidentally changed from Marinette wearing shorts to a skirt, so I'm just gonna clarify that she's wearing SHORTS and not a skirt.

The tension was thick in the room. So thick, a butter knife wouldn't even be able to pierce it.

She knew she should ask.

But how could she?

She watched as his eyes scanned the room noticeably attempting to avoid her gaze.

She really wanted to ask.

But would she be allowed to? I mean, she had just kissed him without his permission.

She held back a sigh. This was stupid. She was an adult for goodness sake! They were both adults so they should've been able to talk it over like responsible, mature adults would.

She bit her lip involuntarily sending a spike of heat down below. Well that was a new thing to add to the list.

Damian's hair...cherries....lip-biting....Damian's hands....

Damian.

His voice broke him out of her thoughts. "Don't apologise."

She watched as his eyes finally found his face. Before she could utter a word, he carried on. "I told you I'd be alright with it. It's my fault for overreacting."

Overreacting.

His fault.

All thoughts of tracing her fingers along his lips vanished - although the ones about walls remained stuck in her head refusing to leave - and she scoffed.

His eyebrows furrowed.

She gave a heavy sigh and ran her fingers through her hair, slumping her back on the wall then looked down and back at him, straight in the eyes.

He shifted as though ready to stand, but hesitated and remained sitting hugging the cushions tighter. His voice filled the room. "What's wrong?"

Her eye twitched. She was so sick and--and tired of all of this.

She pushed herself away from the wall but opted to stay where she was by the wall. "Let's just stop with this. It's stupid."

He frowned. "Stop with what?"

She frowned. "Stop apologizing for my mistakes. Stop acting like your not disgusted with the way I am right now. Stop being so nice."

She watched as his eyes scanned hers before dropping them to the pile of cushions in his lap. He smiled, a bitter smile and lifted his eyes back up to hers.