The Naked Truth

Chapter 2 -- Trapped!

Adrien woke to a gorgeous smell of wildflowers, coconut and baked goods in his nostrils. He whimpered in happiness, thinking that he would have to tell Nathalie to let the cleaning company know to keep using this fabric conditioner.

His bed felt warm and soft.

Too soft.

Too warm.

His heart started racing as his hands wandered on what he thought was his mattress and his eyes sprang open as his mattress... moaned ?

At first, all he could see was blackness. Uh, his bedsheets weren't black and his room was never completely dark because his window was constantly open. What—? He perched himself on one elbow to have a better look, and his gaze was met with a pair of terrified bluebell eyes, which looked almost violet in the dim red light.

He knew those eyes.

"Ma-Marinette?" he whispered as his heart went into overdrive.

"A-aaaaaaa-drieeeeen?" she muttered at the same time, and then suddenly added, "What's the matter with your hair? It looks weird!" She squirmed and looked pointedly at him. "And so do your eyes. I don't know why but they look odd."

He didn't know what she was talking about. But due to the situation, the only answer he could come up with was, "Bed hair?" He smiled shyly, trying to ignore the second part of her question because he wouldn't have known what to say. It's not as if he had a mirror to look at his eyes, after all. Maybe it was the light again. "Usually it takes me about an hour to tame my hair in the morning; you should never have seen it in this state..." as he said so, he moved his hand slightly and felt something nice and soft underneath it. He gave the thing a squeeze, unsure of what it was—it felt like a stress ball.

As he squeezed the thing, he saw Marinette frown in panic as her gaze shifted down towards his hand. She became even more terrified, as her gaze fixed on it. He looked automatically at his hand and realised why Marinette had panicked.

His hand was squeezing her... boob ? Her naked boob?

He snapped his hand off as if her boob burned. Gosh, take the 'as if' off; it could very well have burned, he still felt a tingling sensation all over his palm. He couldn't resist and moved his thumb and fingers to rub his palm, and looked at his hand in a daze for a second before giving again his full attention to the girl underneath him.

He smiled nervously when he looked at her in the eye again. "Uh, sorry?" he managed to say.

That triggered even more of Marinette's panic. Her eyes darted from her exposed skin to his face and then wandered down his body; her face became beet red down to her neck.

"AAAAAAAAH!!! YOU'RE NAKED! I'M NAKED! WE'RE NAKED! GET OFF ME NOOOOOW!" she screamed trying to cover herself with her hands as well as she could.

The look of pure terror that she gave him terrified him too and he reacted instinctively, giving himself a limb push and ending up on his bum, one foot and leg underneath it and the other one pinned to his knee, to give himself balance. With the corner of his eye he noticed that she was sitting up too. He looked around and everything was dark. They were lying—well, sitting now —- on a soft surface that felt very much like a mattress; all around them were lit fairy candles that shone dimly, brightening up the place in a red-tinted light.

"Where... where are we?" he wondered in a louder voice than he intended, while at the same time he heard Marinette whimper, shouting again in a slightly less loud voice than a moment before,

"Uuuuuuuh! Oh my God! You're completely naked!" When he heard that, he checked himself out and noted that yes, she was right, he was completely naked. As his gaze met hers, and he noticed where she was looking through the gaps between her fingers that she was using to cover her eyes; he blushed profusely and changed position, moving his legs together and covering himself up.