The Naked Truth

Getting at it

"What is it, Marinette? Are you okay?" She seemed to be focusing on something behind his backside, so he turned his head, thinking that maybe somehow they had gained an audience of some sort. After all, his back was resting against the border of the bubble. Could the akumatised victim peek inside? But no, the surface his back was resting on was as dark as anything else in the bubble. He looked back at her in confusion.

"Yes, I'm okay! Just... oh my God, it moves for real." She moved her stunned gaze to meet his again and he blinked a couple of times.

"It?" He frowned and followed Marinette's gaze as she fidgeted nervously with her fingers. It took him a minute or two to understand that she wasn't staring behind his back, but at his crotch. He looked there and blushed beet red. Fuck. The very thing that he didn't want her to see, she'd just seen it. He laughed nervously and tried to crack a joke to divert her attention from it. "Oh, my dick. I told you I would have shown it to you." He smirked playfully and gave her a flirty wink.

Marinette turned crimson. "Don't wink at me like that, Adrien, and lose the smirk. It's too Chat Noir-ish to be on your face."

"Maybe that's because I am Chat Noir? You better get used to the idea!" She gave him a lovesick look as he said that, and he felt his insides melt and a powerful throb down there that sent chills down his spine. He noticed then that Marinette's gaze had fixed again on his crotch, while a growing blush kept creeping its way on her cheeks, and he decided to save her from further embarrassment by moving her face in a way that she would now be looking at him straight in the eyes. Not that it helped though, because her blush somehow deepened.

"And yes, it does move. For real. It's not just fiction. It was quite pleased when you said you wanted to touch it. It's quite ad- dick -ted to you, actually!" He noticed Marinette's panicky expression and felt blood rushing to his own face. Not even the pun had lightened her up. Oh dear. "Sorry. Maybe I was a little bit too blunt. I can't be considerate when I open my mouth to say something and the complete opposite just comes out. It's safer to speak exactly my mind."

She glanced quickly at him and then looked away. "You're right, I know you are. But it's so hard !"

"Was that a pun, M'lady?" Adrien looked up at her with a massive Cheshire grin and Marinette's eyes widened.

"NO!" She covered her eyes with her hands again. "Stop saying things that make me embarrassed!"

"I'm not sorry about it." He smiled sheepishly. "There, fuck. I can't even say sorry when I don't mean it!" He cringed. "And my father would kill me if he heard me cursing that badly. Fuck it, anyway!"

He folded his arms on his chest and pouted. They stayed for a while like that, in silence, until the silence became deafening. Embarrassing. Awkward . He gave her another tentative look: she was still covering her eyes with her hands. When eventually she put her hands down, she looked the image of embarrassment. But she was still peeking there, he noted.

"So... do you want to touch it?" he spurted out, and instinctively put a hand on his mouth because he hadn't really wanted to say that. However, Marinette did something that left him baffled.

She nodded . She frigging nodded.

Adrien's eyes widened as his heart went into overdrive. He saw her giving him one of her cringey looks when she noticed his stunned expression, and he thought she would have just panicked and shaken her head.

But no, she nodded again . Holy fuck.

She suddenly raised her hands to her temples and groaned. "Adrien, you have no idea how much I lust over your body." Her face was getting redder and redder as she spoke, moving her shaky hands and tracing over his chest, to then continue to his face, eyebrows, eyes, and then stopping to stroke his lips softly. "I want to touch your abs, run my hands on your face, kiss your eyes, kiss you senseless, and yes, I want to touch you even there." He felt his inside melt into a flame he had never experienced before. His whole face was on fire and he could feel with painful precision every single centimeter of skin that she had traced with her fingers.