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It had been a long day.

Not necessarily an awful one, but definitely long.

It had started when Marinette had slept through her alarm (thanks to a late-night akuma the night before) and, subsequently, her first class of the day.  That might not have been so bad in itself, except she was supposed to be sitting for an exam in that class.  Her professor had graciously allowed her to make up the exam later in the day – after much groveling – but that had meant she was late to her shift at the bakery, which had upset her parents.  They had been slammed, too, and it seemed everyone in Paris was having as off a day as she was.

By the time she crashed in her bed that night, more than ready for a weekend that was not promising to be as restful as it could be (she had a dress to finish for another class), she was exhausted – but it wasn’t a restful kind of exhausted.

It was a lie in your bed, staring at the ceiling, toes bunching as nervous energy trilled through her and the blessed sleep she so desperately needed evaded her kind of exhausted.

That…that was her only excuse, really.

She was tired.

And she needed something to help her sleep.

And the melatonin Juleka had recommended fucked her up too much, so she didn’t even bother with it anymore.  She was pretty sure she had given the rest of the bottle to Juleka, anyway, since it actually did help her.

She just needed something to…dispel the tension.  Get rid of some of that excess energy.  Something…something…

“If you had someone, you could just fuck ‘em,” Dingo’s voice from a few weeks back said in her head.  They had all met for lunch between classes, a throwback to her early days in lycée, and they’d been discussing how stressful the semester had been for Juleka, Rose, and Marinette.  He had said it so casually – too casually for the way it had made Luka choke on his smoothie.  “Works wonders for me.  Bri screws my brains out, and I’m out like a light a minute later.”

“It’s disgusting,” Brielle had sniffed.  “I actually want intimacy – cuddles, conversation, romance – and he’s snoring as soon as he nuts.  It’s deplorable.”

“Clearly he’s not that great if you’re not ready to pass out, too,” Juleka had muttered, and Marinette had been pretty sure the only reason she had bothered disparaging Dingo like that was because Luka had been too busy choking on his smoothie to yell at him himself.  “For shame, King.  Up your game.”

“…I mean, it’s not a bad idea,” Rose had said before Dingo could start a fight, looking up and tapping her chin as she thought about it.  Rose had always had that way about her – the ability to sound so glib about topics that made Marinette want to die of mortification.  “I always sleep best after an orgasm.  Juleka, too.  Have you tried masturbating, Marinette?  It might help.”

“See?  If you were getting Bri off right, she’d be passed out, too,”  Juleka had said smugly.

Marinette had been too busy choking on her own lunch at the time to pay Juleka much mind, though.  She had been humiliated by Rose’s…brazenness.  Luka had been sitting beside her, and he had excused himself before she could answer – somehow his smoothie had…well.  The cup had apparently exploded?  Somehow?  And he had rushed off to clean his shirt as best he could from the pinkish-white mess.  Juleka had stopped bickering with Dingo the moment Luka had cursed and had started laughing so hard she’d nearly fallen out of her chair, but once she had settled she had just grinned at Marinette.

“I’m sure someone would be willing to lend a hand,” she’d teased, her eyes flashing in that truly Evil way that was so classically Juleka.  “If you’re not comfortable using your own.”

…Luka.  She had meant Luka.  He was someone, except…he wasn’t Marinette’s ‘someone’.  He hadn’t been for a long time.  And as much as she might wish Juleka was right, she knew he would definitely not be interested in…in…helping, especially if it was her.  He was a friend, yes – probably her closest friend, honestly – but they weren’t…that friendship had been hard won after she had so royally messed things up between them when they were younger.

She had blown any chance she might have ever had with him years ago.

And they were still friends, but they weren’t that kind of friends.

He probably had a line of his own someones going out the door, anyway.  Someone like Luka, attractive and talented and kinda famous to boot?  She’d read the articles.  She’d seen the tour photos.  She’d never actually been brave enough to ask him about them (and he had never been calloused enough to share), but Luka had no shortage of someones, she was sure, and she was definitely not one of them.

…and she definitely didn’t have any other someones in mind for herself.  Luka…well.  Luka had always been it for her.  She wasn’t really the type for casual, either.  A serial monogamist, Alya had once called her.  One night stands and meaningless flings were definitely out of the question for her.

So her own hand would have to do, if she wanted to take Rose’s…advice.

Which she hadn’t.  At first.  Because it was embarrassing, and she still lived at home – what if her parents caught her?  How could she face them afterwards?  Besides, didn’t sex tend to get…loud?  She’d be begging to get caught, and then she would have to die of humiliation, and…and…

It had taken her a few days, after that oh-so-helpful lunch, before the restlessness and desperation of the most stressful semester of her life had won over.

The first time had been…weird.  She had never really touched herself before – or been touched, for that matter.  Luka had been her only dating experience, and they had never even managed to get past a friendly bise.  Her life just didn’t allow time for dating, and that…sex was something she had always thought was supposed to be shared with someone.  Someone she really cared about.  Someone special.  She just…wasn’t really interested otherwise.

“…it’s just sex, Marinette,” Brielle had said, not unkindly, after Dingo had run off to make sure Luka was ok.  “It’s perfectly natural.  Normal.  And Rose has a point: it’s a release, and it should relax you enough to help you sleep.”

“But…isn’t the whole point of sex to…not relax?” she’d asked, honestly confused.  “You get all…hot and bothered.  Worked up.”

Her friends, who had all been having sex much longer than her virgin ass, had just laughed.

“You get worked up, yeah,” Juleka had snickered, stirring her iced tea, “and then you pop.  And then you pass out on your sweaty girlfriend and have the best sleep of your life.”

“Well, maybe not the best sleep,” Rose had amended.  Juleka had raised an eyebrow at her, and she had patted her hand consolingly.  “Sorry, sweetie, but when they put me under for my wisdom teeth?  Now that was a nap.”

So it had taken a few days to finally get comfortable – desperate – enough to…act on anything.  And she hadn’t gotten it at first, because her touch felt too awkward and stiff and just shoving her fingers in herself hadn’t been all that comfortable or arousing and…well.  It was hard to get past the fact that it was just her in her dark room.  After a while of useless rubbing and squirming, she had flopped back onto her bed with a huff and glared at the trapdoor that led to her balcony, convinced this masturbating idea was just another moot point.

“You’re trying too hard,” she had imagined Luka saying, his voice the ghost of a low chuckle in her mind.  She had bit her lip, staring at the ceiling, as her fists clenched at her sides.  “Don’t overthink it.  Just do what feels good.”

…it had been easy after that.  Well.  Easy-er.  Imaging Luka beside her, his hand guiding hers.  His hands touching her heated skin instead of hers.  His voice soft and low in her ear, his breath warm on her neck…she had been panting within a few minutes, her va…her wom…her pus…her vagina, whatever fairly wet not long after that, and her body spasming as she came on her own fingers only a few minutes after that.

She had slumped back into her bed, panting, as she continued to stare at her ceiling with wide, dazed eyes.  She would have sworn she’d heard his chuckle in her ear, her phantom Luka still teasing her lazily as he whispered gentle encouragements to her.

“That’s my girl,” he would have breathed, if only he’d been real.  If only it really had been him and not her own fingers, still twitching inside her as the aftershocks rattled through her body.  “Just like that…”

It was even easier after that.

And this semester had just been so hard, what with her course load and her papa’s health and the akumas.  She’d been helping out more at the bakery since her papa’s episode (because it hadn’t been a heart attack – it hadn’t – but it had been close enough and the doctor’s orders had been strict enough that it had certainly felt like one), and every course this year was bogged down with assignments and tests, and more people were starting to notice her and request orders she just didn’t have time to take.  She didn’t even want to think about the uptick in akumas.  Things had been quiet for a few years after Monarch had been defeated, but the Butterfly Miraculous had never been recovered even after Gabriel Agreste’s unmasking and subsequent arrest.

The akumas had returned a few months back, and to an already-overworked Marinette they felt harder than ever.  She still had no idea who was controlling them or what they wanted this time around, and a large part of her felt Ladybug was more useless than ever.

So…yeah.  She had had more than a few sleepless nights lately.  She had had more than a few nights where she had been exhausted but too wired for sleep.  And after that first night…she’d had more than a few nights where she’d found herself plagued by thoughts of an old boyfriend and what could be happening if he wasn’t her ex.

Rose had been right: orgasms were a great sleep aid, even if she had to give them to herself.

…even if the only way it really worked was if she pretended it was him giving them to her anyway.

She was almost ashamed to admit how often she now resorted to using her…Phantom Luka as a sleep aid.  And now, with her body tense and buzzing from yet another long, sucky day…she found it was probably going to be another night where she would require his…help.

Good thing Phantom Luka never seemed to mind, she thought as her hand slowly smoothed over her top, slipping underneath to lazily trace back over her stomach, over her ribs, up to cup her breast.  After so many weeks of practice, it was too easy to pretend it was Luka’s hand gently squeezing her.  Not her own.

His hand would be bigger, of course.  They always felt so large when he reached out for her shoulder or hand.  His callouses were rougher than her own, too.  And he’d squeeze her just right, his thumb flicking over her nipple just hard enough to make it pebble.  His face would be pressed against her neck, lips mouthing little kisses along her skin as he whispered little encouragements to relax and let go and let me take care of you.

…he would take such good care of her.  She had no doubt he would, touching her just right, taking his time to learn all the little ways that would make her feel so, so good.  Luka had always been attentive like that.  There was no doubt in her mind that he would be an amazing lover.

She sighed as her other hand fiddled with the bow on the waistband of her panties.  She wondered if he would like the bow, the little black one that sat just below her navel on her favorite pair of pink-with-black polka dot panties, or if he would find it childish.  A finger traced just above the elastic, and she bit her lip to hold in the soft sigh that wanted to escape.  In her mind, Phantom Luka loved the bow.  He’d place a soft kiss beside her belly button before moving lower to kiss the bow.  He’d take it between his teeth and tug, snapping the elastic before grinning up at her, and the sight of him there between her legs before he moved lower, kissing along her stomach as his fingers inched the panties lower…

He would take his time with her.  He always took his time with her – there would be no rushing things, no hard and fast fuck like stupid Dingo had said she needed.  She was sure that would be nice, too, but in these moments alone in her loft, with an entire night stretching out before them where he could just take his time with her?  He would drive her absolutely crazy, going torturously slow.  Leave her panties half off as his hands ran up and down her leg, his mouth leaving a trail of fire on her skin.  God, he would wreck her if only he was interested – and she’d be more than willing to let him if he was.

“Luka…” she sighed, shifting a little as her body began to prickle and heat up.  She flattened her…his palm flattened against her stomach, rubbing slowly and purposefully over the front of her panties. His thumb hooked on the elastic, snapping it again before continuing to slowly, deliberately rub.  Sliding his hand lower, his fingers flexing as they stretched to reach her…her…

She wondered what Luka would call it.  He was always such a gentleman around her, but he was still a Boat Kid.  A pirate.  Would he call it a…a cunt?  A pussy?  Her core?  Her sex?

Her face burned even as she considered all the different terms she had heard over the years, wondering what he would choose to whisper to her in the heat of passion. She doubted he would call it something as clinical as a vagina, at least.  There wasn’t anything sexy about vaginas.

“I’ll call it whatever you want,” she imagined him chuckling by hear ear, his voice low and sweet as sin, “as long as I can call it mine.”

“F-flirt,” she giggled breathlessly, shivering as a finger traced over her slit through the panties.  The gusset already felt damp, and she bit her lip as she pressed a little harder.  She pushed her panties aside and slipped a finger inside, biting harder as it slid in too easily.  She was wetter than she’d thought.  That single digit wasn’t enough, though: Luka was bigger, and her fingers were so much smaller, and she needed…she whimpered as she slipped in another finger on the next stoke, then scissored them on the next.  She needed to be filled.  She needed his long fingers, stretching as they pumped deeper and curled and –

Just then, as she was slipping a third finger in and pushing hard against that spot that always made her toes curl and promised to bring her right there…

…her fucking phone started ringing, the loud screams of Jagged Stone’s latest single – the one Luka played the solo on – filling her room and causing her to jump nearly a foot out of her skin.

She grit her teeth, a low sound something like a growl escaping her as the orgasm she was on the edge of was so cruelly ripped from her reach.  She grabbed at her phone with the hand that had still been fondling her breast before smashing her thumb against the Reject Call button.  She didn’t bother checking the screen – whoever the fuck it was could fucking wait, damn it.  It was late, and she was tired, and now she was also horny, and she’d been so fucking close…

“Not fucking now,” she bit, dropping the phone to the mattress beside her.  “Fuck.  Fuck, fuck, fuck!  I was so close…”

– V –

A few blocks away, Luka Couffaine was also having trouble sleeping.

…well.

He wasn’t having trouble sleeping, not exactly.  He was a bit wired, though.  Buzzed.  And it would probably be a good long while before he managed to get to sleep as a result.

He was leaving a little pub he had discovered about a year back.  It had a great atmosphere, warm and cozy with just enough bawdiness to speak of its Scottish roots.  The owners were actually from his Ma’s hometown.  They’d lost touch over the years, but the wife had been one of the Captain’s school friends way back when.  He had first taken his ma there because he’d thought she’d get a kick out of the place, but it had taken one look for the owner’s wife to recognize her and strike up the old friendship as if no time had passed at all

They also had a little stage set up for live music, something else Luka loved.

…well.

‘Stage’ was perhaps being a bit generous.  It was more a little section cleared of tables and chairs with a few stools stacked around some speakers.  Luka had been playing there at least twice a month for a few months now, and he loved it.  The crowd was always great, they didn’t mind him experimenting with his sound, and it was getting him out there.  Paying his dues and all that, trying to get his name as a solo artist out there and not just as Luke Stone, Jagged Stone’s son and guitarist.  He appreciated everything Jagged – Penny, really – had done for him over the years, but at times it still felt like a handout.  Maybe it was his pirate pride, but a part of him still wanted to make it on his own.  He wanted to know that he could do this music thing based on his own merits, not just because the industry recognized him as Jagged Stone’s musical prodigy.

The pub crowd didn’t tend to be Jagged Stone fans, anyway, so it was easier to slip in undetected.  Play his own music as Luka, not Luke.  It felt great, if he was being honest.

He’d been wanting to take Marinette there for a while now.  Share that special place with her.  Maybe grab dinner if she wasn’t willing to listen to him play – not that he thought she wouldn’t want to.  She’d always loved listening to him before.  Back before he’d left town and they’d gotten…distant.

…he hated what they were now, if he was still being honest.  That distance, that cordial familiarity that had replaced their closeness.  That guarded way she tended to regard him ever since he’d left on that first tour and Luke Stone, Bastard Son of Jagged Stone had hit the world by storm.  How he always felt like he needed a reason to call or text her now instead of just falling back on the old I missed you and needed to hear your voice.  He supposed that was what happened, when exes tried to stay friends.  A certain amount of distance was to be expected.

No matter how much he hated it or how stupid he thought it was.

He was about a block from the pub when he passed the old cinema, a poster advertising the upcoming twentieth anniversary of Crocodile Heart hanging on the side of the building.  He paused, his eyes widening as the younger face of his father swinging on a vine through the jungle grinned back at him.

The theater was going to be doing a series of screenings that weekend to celebrate the twentieth anniversary – much like they had done for the fifteenth five years ago.  A special, prerecorded Q&A with Jagged Stone himself would follow the screenings.

…it was hard to believe that had actually been five years ago.  That had been his and Marinette’s last attempt at a date before…they hadn’t finished that one, either.  An akuma had shown up before the movie had even started, just as they’d been about to…and she had run off for snacks or the bathroom or something, whatever the harried excuse of the day had been, and had missed the whole thing.  Not that he could blame her, after the fact (after he knew), but at the time…it had still stung.  That missed kiss had haunted his dreams for a long time after – still did, if he was being honest.

It was also still one of the best dates he’d ever failed to have.

He fished his phone out of his pocket, fiddling with it for a moment as indecision gave him pause.  He eventually snapped a picture of the poster and pulled up Marinette’s contact info, but he hesitated just short of actually sending it to her.

It wasn’t that late.  And hadn’t she said she’d been having trouble sleeping lately?  Or was usually up late for projects?  She might still be up, right?  And wouldn’t it be better if he just called, anyway?  To ask?

…it wasn’t like he was asking her out or something.  Just because the last time they’d tried to see the movie together had been a date didn’t mean this time had to be, too.  He could be cool about this.  They could just go as friends.  There was no pressure or expectations here from him – there never had been.

So…why did he feel like he was seventeen again, nervously fumbling with his phone as he tried to muster up the courage to ask the most incredible girl he’d ever met out on a date?

“Get the fuck over yourself, Couffaine,” he grumbled, pressing his thumb against the call button a bit harder than was probably necessary.  “She’s just a friend.  She’s not interested in you like that, not anymore.  You’re just two friends, going to…”

“Not fucking now,” Marinette huffed out, her voice low and scathing.  He froze, his eyes popping wide and staring at the poster in front of him without actually seeing it.  He’d heard Marinette cuss before – he was pretty sure he had, at least – but…never at him?  “Fuck.  Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

There was a thud, and she sounded farther away when she spoke next.  There was a rustling, like fabric moving, as she let out a frustrated whine.

“I was so close…” she grumbled, and he was pretty sure he had stopped breathing.  He stumbled forward as someone shoved past him, grumbling about inconsiderate youths, but Luka was barely aware of him – barely aware of anything beyond the panting breaths on the other end of the phone.  “Fuuuuuuck…”

The grinning face of his father on the poster seemed to be mocking him.  Luka was pretty sure his hand was shaking – his whole body felt like it was shaking.  He needed to hang up – now – before he heard something he’d really regret…

“Did you really think she’d wait around for you forever, kid?” the mocking voice of his father said in his mind.  “Rocking girl like that?  Looks like you blew it…”

There was more rustling on the other end, and a sharp thump.  His mouth felt dry, his throat sticking as he tried to swallow.

Because Marinette saying she was so close – and making those sounds – could only mean one thing.  And Luka wasn’t sure he was ready to admit what that one thing was.  Not yet.

Because admitting what that one thing was meant admitting it really was over, that she honestly had moved on and would never be interested in…that he actually did have to let go of any possibility of them, no matter how far-off a fantasy they seemed these days.

…he wasn’t sure he was ready for that.  Not…not yet.  He wasn’t sure he’d ever be.

“M…Mari…” he choked out, his voice barely audible in his own ears.  “Marinette?”

– V –

Marinette’s eyes were closed.  She laid there in her bed, her entire body now more tense than relaxed as she tried to take a few deep breaths to settle herself.  It was fine.  It was fine.  She could easily slip back into the fantasy.  She could easily…

She let out a frustrated huff and kicked out, knocking over the project box she had left on the end of her bed.  Whatever.  She could pick it up in the morning.  After she had slept.  If she ever got to sleep, that is…

“All I want is a nice, eight-hour nap,” she grumped, pulling her leg back up to bend it at the knee.  “And maybe a nice orgasm or two to help me get there.  Is that so wrong, universe?  Is that too much to ask?  One fucking break?”

“Only if you don’t actually relax and let me take care of you,” the fantasy that was Phantom Luka chuckled in her mind.  She bit her lip, fighting the smile that was threatening to return.

“…shut up, Luka,” she said, laughing softly as her hand slipped back under her shirt.  She sighed as she squeezed her breast, rolling her hips to try and dispel some of the tension in her body.  Her other hand had rested on her knee, and she squeezed it before slowly moving it along her inner thigh.  She bit back on the little moan that wanted to slip out.  She brushed her fingertips along her skin, back towards her knee, before bringing them back in, closer to her…her…you know.

“Your cunt, Marinette,”  he chuckled in her mind.  She bit down on her lip, smiling as her fingers slipped back inside.

“God, you’re such a tease…” she mumbled, sighing as she slid her fingers in and out, gliding through the wetness coating her overheated skin.

– V –

…tease?

He was the tease?

How was he the tease, when she was the one…?

God, he didn’t know what was worse: thinking she had taken fucking Dingo’s advice and brought some rando home to screw her to sleep or realizing she had taken Rose’s advice and was trying to screw herself to sleep – to thoughts of him, no less!  Because there was no way she would have gone out, found someone else named Luka, and taken him home to…right?  Right.  That was…that was so far past the realm of possibility.  There was no way…

It wasn’t like Luka was that unusual a name, but there was no way Marinette would hook up with another Luka.  Right?  She just…she just wouldn’t.  It would be as weird as if he went out and found another Marinette.  You just…you just didn’t do shit like that.

…right?

He should have hung up.  Why the fuck hadn’t he hung up?  Why the fuck was he still standing there, staring with wide eyes and open mouth at a poster of his father while Marinette…Marinette…

“Mmmm, yes…so good, Lu…”

…made sounds like that on the other end?  Said things like that?

“Marinette…” he choked out, his voice only a little louder than it had been before.  He stumbled forward, leaning his forehead against the cool glass that covered the poster as he slumped against the wall.  He raised a fist, tapping it against the glass beside his head, and told himself to hang up.  He had to hang up.  He…

There was a gasp on the other end, another strangled little moan, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hang up even if he wanted to.

Not when she sounded like that, making those awful – wonderful – little sounds for him, and he wasn’t even there with her to…to…

– V –

Her hand was deep in her cunt, her thumb rubbing harsh circles on her clit, and she was right fucking there…her fingers pumped, pushing in deeper and hitting against a spot that had her biting back a cry as her hips lifted from the bed before dropping back down.  If she wasn’t so lost to her fantasy, she might actually care how that had made the bed squeak.  How loud she was getting when her parents were sleeping just down the hall downstairs.

But in her horny, lust-driven mind, Luka was there over her, the ghost of his voice whispering sinful things in her ear, his touch feeling so good on her feverish skin, and all she really had the presence of mind to do was move the hand from her breast to clamp over her mouth, muffling the cry that left her as her body finally gave in and seized, thrumming as her orgasm finally washed over her.

“Fuck, yes, Mari,” she imagined him saying, his voice choked and rough as her body twitched and trembled, a keening sound whimpering from her as the feeling started to fade into pleasant little aftershocks.  “Just like that, baby…”

She sunk back into her bed, panting, as her limbs turned to jelly.  A breathy giggle escaped her, her toes curling as she bit down on her lip.  She’d never imagined him calling her ‘baby’ before.  She thought she might like it, being Luka’s ‘baby’.  Having a pet name.  Being at a place where he was comfortable using little endearments like that with her, because if he was calling her his ‘baby’ then that meant he –

“…Jesus fucking Christ, Marinette,” Luka said, and she froze as her eyes popped open.  That…that wasn’t in her head.  That was…that was…she swallowed, gulping down breaths as her eyes dropped to the phone on the bed beside her.  To the green light in the top corner of the black screen that showed…sure enough, when her shaking finger tapped the screen, an active call was taking place.  A call with Luka, no less, who was breathing about as heavily as she was.  Oh.  Fucking.  Hell.  “Are you trying to kill me?”

And just as soon as she had finally started to relax, her entire body locked up again.

A trembling hand reached for the phone, hesitating as she tried to gulp down some breaths.  Her throat was sticking, breathing almost uncomfortable as she tried to keep herself from freaking the hell out.  Her phone slipped through her shaking fingers a few times, but she was finally able to pick it up and lift it to her ear.

“L…Lu…Luka?” she stammered out, her voice sounding so small in her own ears.  Almost a squeak.  There was a noise on the other end, like a grunt of confirmation, and her eyes squeezed shut as she bit down on her lip.  Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck…  “You…what…Luka?”

“…it’s me,” he said, his voice…God, his voice sounded as rough as her Phantom Luka’s had.  Had any of it actually been in her head?  Had he been on the phone the whole time, and had the voice she’d thought been a fantasy actually been…Luka?  “…yeah.  Yes.  Still here.”

Somebody kill her.  Now.  Please.

“O-oh,” she said, her grip tightening on her phone.  She absently – aggressively – rubbed her other hand against her duvet, her palm feeling sweaty and sticky and…dear God.  Had Luka seriously been on the phone the entire time?  Had she seriously just jacked off, crying out for him, while he listened to the whole damn thing?  “C-cool.  Um.  Hi.”

“…hi,” he said, his chuckle sounding a little manic.  “So…how’s it going?”

…she was absolutely going to kill him.  Her own laugh sounded a little deranged in her ears – a manic, strangled quality to it – as she slapped her other hand over her eyes.

“Oh, I’m fine.  Great, even,” she said, still giggling.  She needed to stop giggling.  Why couldn’t she stop giggling?  “How…how are you?”

…what the hell was wrong with her?  What was she saying?  What was he saying?  Why did she feel like they were having some bizzaro version of a how’s the weather conversation?

“…promise you won’t hang up if I answer that honestly?” he asked, that strange note back in his voice.  She bit her lip and tried not to overthink it.  Would she?  Did she really want to know?  “Mari.”

“I won’t hang up,” she whispered, and the sigh she heard him make almost sounded relieved.

“Hard,” he said, and she sucked in a squeaking breath as her eyes popped open.  Her hand slipped down to cover her mouth, her other hand gripping the phone hard enough she’d almost swear she heard the case creak.  She had promised she wouldn’t hang up.  She’d promised.  “So fucking hard.”

“Lu-Luka!” she squeaked, a scolding note in her voice.  She kicked a leg out to dispel some of the nervous energy buzzing through her.  He had said it so…casually.  Like he had no problem with her…with her knowing…with telling her she had affected him like that.  Like…

The anxiety and mortification had quickly chased away any high the orgasm may have given her, leaving her cold and tense and humiliated.  And the mortification was still there, but…it was possibly being replaced by something else.  Something she hadn’t let herself feel in a long time, when it came to Luka.

Something like hope.

“Sorry,” he said after a long moment, and there was a rough, staticy sound on the other end.  It stopped, and he pushed out a frustrated groan.  His words were muffled when he continued.  “Sorry.  Was that…that was too much.  I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have told you that.”

She bit her lip.  A finger tapped nervously against the edge of her phone.

She hadn’t…she hadn’t hated hearing it.  And besides, he had heard…

“…Luka, shouldn’t I be the one apologizing here?  ‘Too much’ was making you listen to me…” she trailed off, biting her lip again to hold back the words.  She couldn’t say it.  Not to him.  She couldn’t just say something like you just heard me masturbate like she was telling him about her latest design.  They weren’t…they weren’t Like That.  Not anymore – not ever, not technically!  They’d never even kissed before, let alone…but she was starting to wonder if maybe…she knew she still wished they were.  That they could be.  And how he had said…how he had sounded…was it actually possible he might, too?  “I…I’m sorry.  I thought…when the phone rang, I thought I dismissed the call.  I didn’t even…I didn’t know it was you.  I didn’t know it was anyone.”

“I should have hung up,” he said.  “As soon as I realized…I should have hung up.”

She was biting her lip again.  Her other hand had dropped back to the bed, and she was picking at a loose thread on her duvet as she stared at her ceiling.  At the hatch that led up to her balcony, softly illuminated by the glow of the fairy lights she had strung up years back.

He had known.

He had known what she was doing, and he hadn’t hung up.

He’d chosen to listen.

That…that had to mean something, right?

“But…but you didn’t,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.  There was another long beat, where all she could do was listen to the sound of him breathing.

“…no.  I didn’t,” he finally said.  He didn’t really sound sorry about it.

“How…how long were you…how much did you…?” she tried to ask, but she wasn’t even sure what she actually wanted to ask – how much she actually wanted to know.  What she actually wanted to know.  She had a feeling she already knew – hadn’t he more or less already admitted to everything? – but she still…she needed to hear him say it.  And once he said it…she swallowed thickly and steeled her nerves.

This was it.

If he said it, there would be no taking it back.  This was the moment she was pretty sure they’d never be able to come back from – the moment she wasn’t really sure she wanted them to come back from.  It would either break them completely, or…

“What did you hear, Luka?” she asked, her voice steady but so, so small.

He didn’t answer.

Not right away.

And he was quiet just long enough to make her second guess her second-guessings, to think she really had read too much into this, to remember Juleka’s snide little comment about someone being willing to lend a hand and think her friend was fucking crazy, to think he –

“…enough,” he finally said.  That odd note was back in his voice.  “Enough to know you were…taking Rose’s advice.  That you said my name when you…fucking hell, Marinette.  I take it back.  I’m not sorry.  I’m not sorry at all.  Do not make me apologize for this.  Don’t…please tell me you meant it.  Tell me I’m not reading too much into this.”

And there it was again.

The hope.

She bit her lip, steeled her courage, and pushed out a nervous breath.

“It…it depends what you’re reading,” she said, bunching her toes in the duvet.  “I’m…I’m trying not to read too much into this, too.”

– V –

…she actually was trying to kill him.

He was pretty sure of that.

There was no way he was making it through the night with his sanity or life still intact.

He swallowed thickly and glanced around the sidewalk.  It was getting late, but Paris was one of those cities that never seemed to sleep.  There weren’t as many people out as there would have been earlier in the day, but there were still enough that he really didn’t want to have this conversation out in the open like this.  This…the things he wanted to say to her were not Public Things, and even if he did survive the night he’d probably be seeing the morning in a jail cell for Indecent Public Speech or something.  Fuck.  Fuck, fuck, fuck…he didn’t even want to have it on the phone.  He wanted to see her, to touch her…to be able to gauge her reactions in real time, in front of him, where he could maybe pull her back into that bed and kiss her senseless if he needed to.

He definitely needed to.

And he was starting to think – to hope – that maybe…just maybe…she wanted him to, too.

“…I think we’re reading the same book,” he finally said, glancing down the street.  Fuck it.  Fuck.  It.  He turned in the direction that would take him to the bakery and started walking.  “I hope we are, at least.  Feels like it could be a best seller.”

“…what?” she asked, and he chuckled at the confusion in her voice.  “Luka, what are you…oh my God.  Would you please just give me a straight answer?  I can’t decide if I want to kill you or kiss you.”

“…yes,” he said, grinning when she choked on a laugh.

“Luka!” she laughed, exasperated.  God, he loved her…

“I’m in the middle of the street, Marinette,” he said, ducking around a couple that was strolling too slowly for the urgency in his step.  “Any straight answer I attempt to give you would probably get me arrested.  Just…hold on.  I’m ten…fuck it.  Five minutes away.  I can be there in five.”

“Wh-what?!” she squeaked, and he laughed as he started running down the street.  He darted around another man that shouted after him to watch it before zipping around the corner.  “Luka!  You can’t…it’s after midnight!”

“So?” he panted, slowing by a light.  He groaned as he waited for it to change.  “Come on, come on, come on…it’s after midnight – why are there so many cars out?”

“Exactly – midnight!  Late!  Time for…for sleeping!” she huffed.  “I’m…I’m in bed, Luka.  I was trying to go to sleep.”

…well, yeah.  He was painfully aware of that fact.

“Do you honestly expect me to believe you’re going to sleep after that?” he asked, smiling as she huffed on the other end.

“That was the point, wasn’t it?  Orgasms help you sleep,” she grumbled.  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his grip tightening on his phone.  He had a brief memory of crushed smoothie cups and ruined shirts from the last time he’d heard Marinette discuss orgasms and prayed his phone was stronger than disposable plastic.

He opened his eyes to find the light had changed.  He started sprinting.

“Think you need a few more,” he panted as he rounded another corner.  “Fuck.  There is no way I’m sleeping, Mari.  Not until…I can’t have this conversation on the phone.  We can’t have this conversation on the phone.  Two minutes.”

– V –

She bolted up, her eyes growing wide.  Two?  What happened to ten?

“…Luka, you can’t…oh my God, what is wrong with you?” she groaned, scrambling for the edge of her bed.  She scurried down the ladder and rushed over to her door, the phone wedged between her ear and shoulder.

“What’s wrong with me?” he asked with a breathless little laugh that was doing stupid things to her heart.  “Ask me that when I get there.  I can’t answer that until I can kiss you stupid.”

She stumbled down the stairs from her room, missing the last one completely.  She paused, staring into the darkened living room, as a hesitant smile curled her lips.

“You…you want to kiss me stupid?” she whispered, biting down on her smile.  He muttered another curse about stoplights and too many damn cars she’s right fucking there, and she hurried out the front door and down the steps.

“For a start,” he said.  She bit down on her smile as she reached the landing and flipped the switch for the light above the door.  She peered out into the night, scanning the street for…and her breath caught in her throat when she saw him standing right there, just on the other side of the street.  She knew the moment he saw her, even before he said anything, because the smile that split his face physically hurt.  “…there you are.”

The road cleared – before the crosswalk light had even changed – and he was sprinting the last few meters across the street.  The next thing she knew, he was right in front of her, on the other side of the door, panting as he grinned down at her.  He reached up a hand, laying it against the glass, and she swallowed as she raised her hand to press against his.

“You…you didn’t have to run the whole way here,” she said, a nervous smile ticking up her lips as she looked up at him.  “Where even were you?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he said, his voice sounding odd as it echoed through the phone and came muffled through the door.  His fingers curled against the glass as his eyes swept over her.  She shifted anxiously between her feet, suddenly painfully aware that she had rushed downstairs in nothing but her underwear.  “I was close enough.  Let me in, Marinette.  Please?  I need to touch you.”

She sucked in a breath, her teeth pressing into her bottom lip, and he groaned as he slumped against the door.  His grin softened into a smile she knew she had seen before, and yet…his fingers tapped against the glass, and she wasn’t sure if it was from nerves or eagerness or…

…she wanted him to touch her, too.  She wanted to touch him.

“Please,” he whispered, and she swallowed again before nodding.  She unlocked the door and stepped back, a shaky hand reaching for the handle to pull it open.  He lowered the phone from his ear and stashed it in his pocket as he slipped inside, his smile growing.  “…hi.”

She lowered her own phone as he took another step towards her, but…she didn’t exactly have any pockets to stash it in.  She almost dropped it when he reached out to loop an arm around her waist, gently pulling her towards him, but he laughed as he caught it.  She shushed him as he put it in the pocket with his own, tapping her hands against his chest.  He was suddenly so close, and it was making her dizzy.

“M-my parents, Luka,” she reminded him.  “It’s late.  They’re sleeping.  You…oh my God.  I can’t believe you…and then you…oh my God…”

“Breathe,” he whispered, bending his head to skim his nose against her temple.  Her hands fisted in his shirt, and she tried to follow his lead when he took a deep, steadying breath.  “I can’t believe you just…fuck, Marinette.  How long have you been getting off to thoughts of me?  And were you ever planning on letting me know?”

“Of course not,” she huffed, tugging on his shirt.  “Who would tell someone that?  That’s…it’s…you don’t think it’s…gross?  I mean…I thought you were over me.  I thought I’d missed my chance with you, that we’d never…I mean you never…it’s not like I thought you’d be open to…”

“Breathe,” he said again, smiling as he pulled back to look at her.  He cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing beneath her eye, and she swallowed as he just…watched her.  “There’s…a lot to unpack there.  There is no over you, Marinette.  There never has been.  There’s been a lot of stupidity and pining, but never an over you.  That’s…fuck.  Does this feel like over you?”

She wasn’t sure when he had backed them up into the stairs, but suddenly the railing was against her back and he was pressing his hips into hers, and she was reminded of his voice not ten minutes ago choking out how hard he was.  His face was near hers again, his lips brushing against her cheek as the arm around her waist pulled her closer.  He was still hard – obviously, probably painfully so – and she…did not know how to process that.  That that was Luka Couffaine’s co…di…penis pressing against her, eager for her attention.  She bit down on her lip, and he sighed as he kissed her cheek.

“Can we please go upstairs and pick up where you left off?” he asked.  She swallowed thickly, her eyes closing as his hand slid up and sunk into her hair.  “I will give you as many orgasms as you want, Marinette.  As long as it’s me.  As long as it’s us.  We can sort the bullshit out later, but I’m hoping this means you want that.  Me.  Us.  Together.”

Oh, how she did.  More than he probably realized, except she was starting to realize us was probably something he’d been wanting, too.

“I was…I was just trying to get some sleep,” she tried to joke, but her voice was a little too breathless to actually pull it off.  He still chuckled, and she smiled as he kissed her jaw.  “O-orgasms help with that, right?  That’s what the others said.”

“They do, but you said my name trying to get that orgasm,” he said, pulling back.  His eyes were dark as he stared down at her, and she was pretty sure it wasn’t just from the lack of light.  “You called out for me.  You were imagining me.”

She couldn’t deny that.

He had heard everything, hadn’t he?

“…of course I was imagining you, you idiot,” she said, reaching up to touch his face.  He put his hand over hers, holding it there, and turned his head to kiss her palm.  Her eyes closed, a small smile curling her lips.  “It’s always you.  Always.”

Whatever had been holding him back until that point seemed to snap at her words.

He dove for her, his mouth covering hers and then his tongue slipping inside when she gasped.  It was a hungry, desperate kiss that spoke of so many years of wanting, of not quites and almosts, of somedays and maybes.  Her hands moved up from his shirt, tangling in his hair and holding on for dear life as he bent her back over the rail – as it pressed uncomfortably into her back, and she wasn’t sure if the whine she let out was from that or the way he was kissing her like he wanted to crawl into her very skin.

His hand had left her hair at some point, and she shivered as it ghosted along her thigh, reaching for her knee and lifting her leg before moving up and around to cup her ass.  She kept her leg in place, curling it around his, but then he was tugging her up and she scrambled to lock both of her legs around his waist.  She started laughing as he rubbed her ass, and then his mouth was moving across her jaw and down her neck.

“Lu-Luka,” she giggled, tugging on his hair, “we can’t…we’ll never make it up the stairs like this, and we definitely can’t…there will be no orgasms in the hallway.  We’ll definitely wake my parents then, and that window has no shade.”

“Don’t care,” he murmured, nipping at her shoulder.  “I have been waiting years for this, Marinette.  Fuck.  Fuck.  I love you.  You…have I told you that yet?  I have been in love with you for so long.  I should probably tell you that before I fuck you stupid.”

…well.  That…that sounded…

…yes, please, a needy little voice whined in the back of her mind, and wasn’t that just embarrassing?  It was ridiculous how much she wanted him.  What hearing him say that did to her.

“Put…put me down,” she said, tugging on his hair again.  She needed to get him upstairs ten minutes ago.  He shook his head, still absently – or not-so-absently – mouthing at her shoulder.

“No,” he said.

“Luka,” she huffed.  He lifted his head, and then he was kissing her again – slower this time, but just as intense.  She groaned as he rocked her into the stairs, his fingers slipping under the fabric of her underwear to gently scratch at her skin.  As she felt his erection pressing against her through his jeans.  A noise left her that, half an hour ago, she might have considered embarrassing, but now just sounded like more.

“I’m never putting you down again,” he said when he pulled away.  He grinned hopelessly – stupidly – at her.  “I love you, and I want to give you so many orgasms, and –”

She kissed him that time.

A little to shut him up, and a little because she could.

She was smiling when she pulled away.

“I love you, too,” she said, brushing her thumb against his cheek, “and that all sounds wonderful, and I want all of it…but I want it upstairs.  In my bed.  Where someone can’t accidentally walk past and see more than we want them to.  Where we’re not in plain view of my parents if they wake up.  They love you, Luka, but I promise they don’t want to see you…”

“Giving their daughter orgasms?” he quipped, grinning, and she rolled her eyes as she flicked his shoulder.  She squirmed until he put her down, and then she was reaching for his hand and tugging him up the stairs after her.  “I feel like I’m having a fever dream.  I can’t believe this is actually on the table.  I was just calling to see if you wanted to catch a movie this weekend, not…I swear to God, Marinette, this was not supposed to be some misguided booty call.”

She paused at that, surprised.

“…you…were going to ask me out?” she asked, turning to face him with wide eyes.  He shook his head, and she frowned.  But he had just said…

“I was actively telling myself it was not a date,” he said.  They reached the upper landing, and he tugged her back against him, lifting her hand to brush a kiss against her knuckles.  “But it can be now.  If you want.”

“I want,” she said, her hand paused on the doorknob.  She bit her lip as she looked up at him.  “I really want.  We…we’re really doing this?  I mean…you’re not just…trying to help me sleep, or whatever?  You want this?  You want…you want us?”

He pressed her up against the door, and she squeaked as he kissed her and the door opened behind them.  They stumbled into her family flat, but he kept her upright as he held her close, his mouth still on hers.

“I want,” he said, keeping his voice low so her parents wouldn’t overhear.  “I have no interest in helping you sleep, Marinette.  Well…I mean, I want you to get your sleep.  I didn’t mean it like that.  But no, the orgasms aren’t to help you sleep – they’re because just listening to you get off was absolute torture, and it’s definitely something I need to see for myself.  Something I need to do for you – with you.  Because I love you, and I’ve loved you forever, and I have wasted so much time not telling you that, and I want you to have all the orgasms.  I want to give you all the orgasms.”

“You…you really need to stop saying orgasms,” she said, trying to keep her voice low while choking on a laugh.  “God, it sounds so weird now.”

He was walking her towards the steps that would lead towards her room, and he grinned as he stopped at the landing to kiss her again.

“Nope, don’t care,” he said, pulling her up onto the first step so he could bend to kiss her.  “You want orgasms, I’m giving you orgasms.”

“L-Luka!” she hissed, laughing.  He just grinned as he tugged her up the stairs after him.  “I take it back.  I don’t love you.  You’re awful.  I take everything back.”

He opened her door and pulled her up after him, and in the low light of her room she could better see the devilish grin curling his lips.  He dropped the door shut behind them – gently, to keep quiet – before tugging her back against him.

“Too late.  You can’t take it back,” he said, brushing his nose against hers.  “Please don’t take it back.  You really will kill me if you take any of this back.”

“You’re…you’re over-dressed,” she said, swallowing as her fingers picked at the hem of his shirt.  Anything to distract herself from the intensity in his eyes, from the happy buzzing thrumming through her.  “Shouldn’t these be mutual or…God, I can’t say it anymore.  It’s too weird now.  I want you to…I want to…”

“I’m not opposed to mutual orgasms,” he said, smiling as she rolled her eyes.  “You can make me come, too.  I promise it won’t be that hard.”

She snorted, and then he was rolling his eyes as her forehead thumped against his chest.

“Shut up,” he chuckled, picking at the elastic of her panties to snap it.  “You know what I mean.”

“I hope it’s hard,” she snickered.  “Isn’t it being hard kind of the point?  You have to be hard to – Luka!”

She bit back a squeal as he scooped her up, the sudden sense of weightlessness making her dizzy as she scrambled to wrap her arms around his neck.  He was laughing again, the sound low and deep and going straight to her core, as he turned towards her bed.  He sat her down halfway up the ladder, stepping between her legs to kiss her.  She slumped back against the metal rungs, her entire body feeling boneless, but her hips jerked when his hand was suddenly on her, his thumb absently brushing against her lower stomach as he fiddled with the bow on her panties.  She sucked in a breath, her hands fisting in the fabric covering his shoulders, but he just kissed her deeper.  When he finally pulled away, she was panting.  They both were, she noted as she watched him through dazed, lust-drunk eyes.

“Didn’t I tell you?  It’s already plenty hard,” he said in that same low voice that had been driving her absolutely crazy.  “Go on.  I’ll be up in a second.”

“No,” she panted, tugging on his coat.  “You don’t just kiss a girl like that and –”

He kissed her again, too briefly, and she whined as he pulled away.

“You said I was over-dressed,” he reminded her.  She rolled her eyes and gripped the shoulders of his coat, and his eyebrows lifted as she pushed it down his arms.  “Mari.”

“Give me this,” she said, pushing the coat the rest of the way to the floor.  She leaned back on the ladder, trying to balance, and reached for the hem of his shirt.  She started lifting it, then gave him a pointed look and a tug to indicate he needed to raise his arms.  He shook his head, chuckling, as he did.  “Undressing someone is like…well.  I mean.  I’ve undressed you before, for fittings, but not like this.  It’s different, undressing someone to see them…oh my God.  I’m going to see you naked.”

He choked on a laugh, leaning into her and tucking his face against her shoulder to muffle the sound.  She shivered when he pressed a kiss next to the strap of her tank top, her hands tugging restlessly on his shirt.

“As naked as I’m going to see you,” he teased, lifting his head to kiss her neck before pulling back.  He raised his arms again, still grinning stupidly at her.  She loved the way he was looking at her, she decided as she started pushing his shirt up his stomach.

“My…my point.  This is like a gift, Luka.  Getting to see you like this.  Getting to be with you like this.  I’m not undressing you,” she said, her nails lightly scratching at his skin as she worked.  She looked up at him, a nervous smile on her lips.  “I’m…unwrapping a present.  I want to unwrap my present, Luka.”

The smile on his face was still stupid, but there was something decidedly softer about it as she finally pushed the shirt up and over his head.  She needed his help to get it the rest of the way off his arms, but then it was being tossed behind them somewhere and Luka was lowering his arms.  She swallowed, more than a little distracted by the way that made his chest move.

“I’m not the gift here, Marinette,” he whispered.  She rolled her eyes as she placed her hands flat against his chest, biting her lip as she took a moment to just feel him.  His eyes closed as she moved her hands against him, pausing to flick his nipple with her thumb.  She smiled when he sucked in a breath, and she leaned forward to press a kiss above his heart.

“You’re my gift,” she said, peppering more tiny kisses against his skin.  It was so warm.  “I’ve seen you shirtless before, Luka, but…not like this.  This is…this feels different, doesn’t it?  Like…more?”

“…yeah,” he conceded, swallowing against how dry his throat suddenly felt.  Her hands drifted lower, her nails scratching lightly against his stomach, and he swallowed when they hooked into his belt.  “We…we need to move.  Bed.  We need…”

He heard a jangling, and then she was…gone.  He blinked his eyes open in time to see her feet disappear above him, and he tilted his head back at her giggle.  She was sitting on the bed above him, a teasing glint in her eyes.

“Well?” she called.  “Get up here and give me orgasms, Couffaine.  You promised.”

His answering laugh was a little breathless.  She didn’t have to tell him twice.  He went to climb up the ladder but paused as he heard the jangling sound again.  He glanced down and saw she had undone his belt, and she giggled when he looked up at her with a raised eyebrow.  He could feel her eyes on him as he stepped back and went to remove his jeans, but he paused at her voice.

“Wait,” she called, making him glance back up at her.  “Just…just your jeans?  I want to take off the rest.  Unless…you don’t…you wear underwear, right?  I mean…you’re not just gonna like…spring out, right?  If you take your pants off?”

He blinked at her for a moment, and then he was laughing again as he shook his head.  He pushed his jeans down his legs, careful not to take his briefs with them.  There was a moment of awkward fumbling when he realized he had forgotten his boots were still on, where he was hopping and twisting to lean against the ladder as he tried to kick it all off without overbalancing (…or making too much noise, because the thud from kicking his boots across the room was definitely louder than he’d intended), but any embarrassment was worth it when he heard Marinette’s laugh above him.  He tipped his head back against the rungs, grinning up at her.

“I wear underwear, Marinette,” he said, gesturing to his lower half and said underwear.  “You want to unwrap that part yourself, too?”

She rolled her eyes and reached down to bat at his head, and he caught her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm.  She smiled and leaned her head against her arm, watching him.

“You know, I’ve been imagining you getting me off for weeks now – ever since Rose first…well, I guess she didn’t actually suggest it, but she kind of suggested it?  Not the you part, but I couldn’t really do it unless I thought about you, so it –” she started, but he squeezed her hand before pressing another, harder kiss to her palm.  He glanced up at her with a soft smile.

“Mari,” he called.  “Breathe.”

She rolled her eyes, threaded their fingers together, and squeezed.

“My point,” she huffed.  “Every time, I never really thought…I mean.  I never imagined…I never really thought about your…your…you know.  Your…penis.”

It was said so bluntly – so clinically – that a laugh was shocked out of him.  She frowned, squeezing his hand again.

“Luka, hush!” she hissed.  He clapped his free hand over his mouth, still snickering.  “It’s not funny!  It’s just…I always thought about you touching me.  With your hands.  Not…I mean, I know sex is basically a penis going into a vagina, technically speaking, I mean, but…Luka, stop laughing!”

“S-sorry,” he wheezed, shaking his head.  He spun around and bolted up the ladder, suddenly right there with a hand around the back of her head and tugging her towards him for a kiss.  “I just…I love you.  So much.  You know we know people who would disagree with your definition there, right?  There’s sex that doesn’t require a dick at all.”

It was amazing, how quickly the heat flooded her face.  What hearing him say the word dick did to her, even while it made her want to crawl under her duvet and die of embarrassment.

“Th-th-that’s not…oh my God, Luka,” she groaned, rocking forward to press her burning forehead against his.  “Do not talk about Juleka while you’re trying to give me orgasms.”

He kissed her again, and she whined as he pushed her back, climbing the rest of the way onto the bed.  She overbalanced, her back hitting the mattress as he continued to kiss her, his hand finding her hip before rubbing along her side, slipping under her shirt to tease along her skin, and the whine turned into a moan.

…she hadn’t even realized she knew how to moan.  Not like that, at least.

“Why not?” he asked when he finally pulled back, his voice teasing and breathless.  “You keep talking about your parents, and Tom’s a much bigger mood killer than Juleka and Rose.”

“L-Luka!” she tried to scold, tapping her knee against his hip, but then he was pressing against her and oh.  Her eyes widened as she felt him – really felt him – pressing through the layers of their underwear against her core and so, so…

“Are you telling me you’re not interested in my penis, Marinette?” he asked, bending to kiss her shoulder.

“I-I-I never said that,” she breathed, her face burning.  The asshole was still grinning at her, the ghost of a laugh in his voice.

“I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what you just said,” he teased.  He slowly drug his hand back up her side, his nails scratching lightly against her skin, grinning at her.  He stopped just shy of her breast, and her eyes widened as his thumb grazed the underside.  She sucked in a breath, her chest raising with the inhale, and his smile softened into something she couldn’t help but think was much more dangerous.  “You like my hands, not my dick.”

“Th-that’s not true,” she said, biting down on her lip as he hummed and the gentle touches on her side made her shiver.  “I think I’d like your pe…your dick very much.  We just haven’t had a chance to get acquainted yet, and I’m more familiar with your hands, and oh my God, Luka, you’re killing me…”

His laugh – his chuckle, because there was no way a sound that low and deep and toe-curling was a laugh – shot straight to her core, making her clench in a way that still felt weird to her, especially with a giant half-dressed Luka hovering on top of her.  Like she was empty and desperately needed something – something like his penis – to clamp down on.  Her hand had found his bicep at some point, and she gripped it like she was holding on for dear life.

He was barely touching her.  Had shared a few heated kisses at best.  How was she this affected by him, the stupid lug?

“Breathe, Mari,” he whispered, his lips ghosting against her ear.  He nipped at the lobe, smiling as she shuddered.  “It’s just me.  Just us.  Enjoy it.”

“I am enjoying it,” she sighed, turning her head to catch his mouth.  He hummed into the kiss, and when his hand finally moved higher to cup her breast she pulled away with a gasp.  She knew, logically, that his hands were bigger than hers, but somehow there was a disconnect between knowing that, the fantasy of imagining it, and the actual reality of his hand on her breast.  She arched into his touch, biting her lip when his thumb circled her nipple.  It was better.  It was so, so much better than anything she could have dreamt up in her hazy, lust-filled fantasies.  “I-I’m enjoying you.”

He hadn’t stopped kissing her when she’d pulled away, his mouth trailing along her jaw and down her neck until it was there on her chest, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss over her pounding heart.  He squeezed her breast again, and she swallowed as her heart skipped a few fluttering beats.

“When you picked up the phone…when I realized what you were doing, and you said my name…” he sighed, turning his head to rest his ear over her heart.  “You called me a tease, but you were the one killing me.  I never thought…”

He lifted his head from her chest and pushed forward to kiss her, his hand slipping from her chest to move around her back, holding her close.  Her hand moved from his arm to his shoulder, and she made another little whining sound as he rocked into her, as he ground his hips against hers and oh, wasn’t that just torture?

“Tell me what you imagined, Marinette,” he breathed when he pulled away, his hand drawing lazy little lines against her back.  He smiled down at her, looking so ridiculously happy.  She felt like her heart would burst, watching him like this.  Knowing he was watching her like this.  “How did I touch you?  What made you come?  How can I make you feel good?”

She swallowed, shivers racing down her spine as he scratched more lazy lines along her back.  She shifted beneath him, her breath catching when that moved their hips closer together.

“You already are,” she said.  She offered him a nervous smile, reaching up to cup his jaw and pull his mouth back to hers.  The next kiss was slower, lazier, but felt no less perfect as he took his time with her.  His hand started to move again, back towards her waist and the hem of her shirt, and she grunted as his fingers started to pick at the fabric.  She pulled away and pushed him back, a little pleased to hear him whine at her this time.  “Up.  Just…up.”

He did as she asked, pushing himself back onto his heels and…hitting his head on her ceiling.  She had pushed herself up on her elbows, trying to sit up herself, when she saw him blinking at her like he didn’t fully realize what had happened.  She choked on a laugh and held her hand out for him, wiggling her fingers as she bit back that laugh.  He pulled her up, shaking his head with a chuckle of his own, but she took her hand back when he tried to pull her against him.

“Are…are you ok?” she asked, snickering, and he shook his head as he laughed with her.

“It’s…been a while since I’ve been up here,” he said.  A long while, she remembered.  Well before his last growth spurt – before things had gotten too awkward, before Luka had become…well, Luka.  “I forgot how low your ceiling is.”

“It’s not my fault you’re a giant,” she tutted, reaching out to poke at his stomach.  She smiled when he chuckled, and she took a moment to let her eyes roam over his bare chest.  It wasn’t the first time she had seen it – it wasn’t even the best lighting she’d seen it in – but this time was…different.  This wasn’t seeing him in his swim trunks, or fitting him for a new shirt, or accidentally walking in on him changing when Dingo not-so-accidentally tossed his drink on him.  This was…this was them, being intimate, and he was…

…hers.

He was hers.

Her hand flattened against his stomach as she let the realization sink in, a silly little smile that matched his own curling her lips.  He laid his hand over hers, curling his fingers around hers and squeezing, and she swallowed, fascinated, as she felt his stomach – his muscles, because those were totally muscles, Luka had muscles – jump under her touch.  Her fingers curled, scratching along his stomach – and then again just to feel the way it made him jump – before she leaned forward to press a kiss to his stomach.  When she leaned back, she looked up at him from under her lashes and took her hand back, keeping her eyes on him as she reached for the hem of her shirt.

“…wait,” he said, reaching out to stop her.  Her brow furrowed, and he smiled helplessly at her.  “It’s a present, right?  Maybe I want to unwrap you, too.”

Her breath caught in her throat, her mouth suddenly too dry, and she nodded before taking her hand away.  She hesitated only a moment before lifting her arms above her head and nodding.

“Ok,” she said, her throat sticking with nerves or excitement or probably both.  His smile softened as he reached for her shirt, his fingers teasing along her stomach as he slowly inched it up.  He kept his eyes on her the entire time, until he was lifting it over her head, and it was only when he was tossing it to the floor below that his eyes dropped.  They widened slightly, growing darker than she had ever seen, and his mouth dropped open as a breath left him.  She fought the urge to cover herself – he made it easier when she tried and he caught her wrists, shaking his head in wonder.  “Wh-what?”

“…sorry,” he said, still shaking his head.  He swallowed, and she bit her lip as she watched his throat bob.  He didn’t even notice, his eyes still focused on her now-bare chest.  “It’s just…wow.”

“…Luka,” she laughed, twisting their hands until she could thread their fingers together and squeeze.  His eyes finally darted up to hers, and he grinned.

“Sorry,” he said again.  “It’s just…I think I just realized.  I’m definitely a boob guy.”

“…what?” she asked, laughing harder.  It sounded a little manic in her ears, but he swooped down and stole another kiss as he squeezed her hands.

“Marinette, you have exquisite breasts,” he said, kissing her again.  “When Westley complained about the shortage of perfect breasts in the world?  He was talking about yours.”

“Oh my God, you dork,” she laughed, biting her lip to try and tamp down on the noise.  He told himself he was kissing her to help muffle the sound, but really he just wanted to keep kissing her.  “Are you seriously quoting Princess Bride at me right now?”

“Any time is a good time to quote Princess Bride,” he said with a grin.  His eyes dropped back to her chest, and her laugh caught in her throat when he dropped one of his hands to skim his fingers along the side of one.  Her teeth pressed into her lower lip when he cupped it, massaging her slightly as he took a moment to familiarize himself with the way it felt in his hand.  “Seriously, Marinette.  I always thought your ass was my favorite.  Maybe your legs.  All those years of running around the city, fighting akumas, your legs are no joke.  But this…yeah.  I’m definitely a boob guy.”

“I…thanks?” she laughed, sounding breathless and dazed.  “I think?”

“I might be wrong,” he hummed, bending to brush his lips along the top of a breast.  He hummed again, his calloused thumb circling her nipple again before he moved lower to press a firmer kiss to her skin.  “Once we get those underwear off you, I may find Westley grossly overlooked the shortage of perfect butts, too.”

“L-Luka!” she laughed, bringing her arms up to wrap around his head and hold him against her.  She tucked her face against his shoulder, trying to muffle her laughter.  She could feel him smiling as he wrapped his arms around her.  “Stop it!”

“…never,” he said, his voice muffled.  He turned his head slightly, and she shivered as his nose nestled between her breasts and his warm breath fanned across her skin.  “I’m never going to get tired of this.  I’m never going to get tired of you.  You…I hope you realize you’re stuck with me.  If we do this.  You realize I have no intention of letting you go again, right?”

Her breath – maybe even her very heart – caught in her throat at his words.  Her mouth opened, but there were no words to answer him, and she found herself reaching for his head to tug him up and back to her mouth instead.  It was another one of those hungry, desperate kisses that felt like he would consume her, if only she let him.  He grunted as she pushed against him and he fell back against her wall, her old bulletin board rattling as he smacked his head against it.  She was climbing onto his lap when he hissed, and she quickly pulled away.

“Sorry!” she cried, her  eyes widening.  She reached for the back of his head, and he chuckled as he caught her wrist.  “Are you ok?  I didn’t…really think that one through.”

“I’m fine,” he said.  He tipped his head forward and glanced back at the board.  “I think I hit a pushpin.  I’m fine, though.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, her fingers rubbing along the back of his head.  He smiled as he pulled her hand from his hair.

“Positive,” he said, leaning in for another kiss, “but feel free to kiss it better.  If you must.”

“Luka…” she laughed.  He smiled as he nudged her back.

“Here, let’s just…” he started, nudging her back so he could shift away from the wall.  He was sitting beside her then, and he smiled as he looked back at her and reached for her face.  “There.  That’s better.”

“No, it’s not,” she said.  His eyebrows rose, and she giggled as she leaned closer.  “You’re not kissing me anymore.  How is this better?”

“…my mistake,” he chuckled.  His hand slipped along the back of her neck, guiding her head back towards him.  “Let me fix that.  Right away.”

They fell into a lazy rhythm, Luka taking his time kissing her – feeling her, his hands moving in slow paths over her skin like he was trying to memorize a map of her body.  Learn what she responded to, what she liked, what made her jerk away from him with a giggle.  The backs of her knees were especially ticklish, as was the spot near the nape of her neck, and he tucked that knowledge away with a smile and a promise to make it good on it later and next time, because he had every intention of there being one – of there being many.

“I think I really like kissing you,” she sighed as his mouth moved away from hers, kissing her jaw before moving to her chest.  She sucked in a breath when he licked her – and then another when his mouth closed over a nipple, sucking.  “Th-that’s good, too…”

“I promised you orgasms,” he said, smiling as his head turned to her other breast.  “And as much as I love kissing you, I think I need to do a bit more than kiss you to get you off.  And I really want to get you off.”

“I don’t know,” she said, biting her lip when his teeth grazed against her nipple.  “Y-you’re doing a really good job with the kissing, and maybe you can get off from kissing?  I think I read somewhere that some girls are so sensitive they get off from having their boobs played with.  Supposedly.  I don’t…it’s not like I’ve ever…I mean.  I’m not…I wouldn’t…I don’t have…I…”

He bit at her nipple again, cutting her off short and making her gasp.

“I don’t know what I’m doing either, Mari,” he chuckled, squeezing her hip.  He glanced up at her with a grin.  “I’m kinda just…going with it.  A general idea of what’s supposed to happen and what you seem to be responding to.”  He nuzzled her chest, kissing the side of her breast.  There was an actual name for it, she was pretty sure – something about motors and boats, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Dingo said in her head, but Luka’s tongue was hot on her skin and fucking Dingo was the last thing she wanted to be thinking about just then.  “Your boobs looked like I needed to be touching them, so I did.”

“You…seriously?” she asked, her eyes widening as she caught up with his words.  She pushed at his shoulders, and he grunted as he tried to stay close.  She pushed again, and he whined her name as he let her move him back.  “Wait.  No way.  Luka.  You…really?”

“Does it really surprise you?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow at her.  “Marinette.  We met when we were teenagers.  I wasn’t really interested in anyone before you.  Music nerd, remember?  And I haven’t been interested in anyone else since.  Is it really that hard to believe that I haven’t been with anyone?”

“…well, when you put it like that…I guess…but…you’re a rock star, Luka,” she huffed.  “You’ve been on tour.  On the road.  I guess I just thought…”

“Don’t you think I would have told you if there was someone else?” he asked, reaching up to lay a hand on her cheek.  She sighed, leaning into his touch, and shook her head.  “I mean, I would spare you the details, but even if I wasn’t in love with you…we’re friends.  I would want you to know if there was someone in my life.  I’d want our friends to know you were back in my life.”

He gave her an almost shy smile, and her heart stuttered at the sight of it – as she realized she was back in his life, and he was back in hers, and they had an entire friend group that was probably going to lose their collected minds over that news (there would probably even be a party, if Rose had any say in the matter).  He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead, cutting her thoughts off before she could spiral too far.

“But there hasn’t been someone else, because you,” he continued, kissing her again before leaning back.  “It’s always been you, Marinette.  I mean…I don’t know.  Maybe it would have been healthier to try to move on, but I didn’t want that.  If it wasn’t you, I wasn’t interested.”

“I guess I get that,” she said, smiling slightly.  “It was the same for me.  I just…I don’t know.  You’ve always been Juleka’s cool older brother, so it kinda just…made sense?  That you’d…have those experiences.  Before me.  Without me.”

He laughed, but it wasn’t a mean laugh.  It almost sounded defeated, like he couldn’t believe she could still think that, even after everything.

“I keep trying to tell you I’m not cool,” he chuckled, brushing his thumb against her cheek.  Her hands slipped from his shoulders, down his chest, and around his sides to pull him against her in a hug.  She closed her eyes, smiling once his skin was against hers again.  She ducked her head, resting it on his shoulder, and he sighed as his arms wrapped around her.

“I think you’re very cool,” she said softly, dropping a kiss above his heart.  She glanced up at him with a teasing smile.  “…even when you’re a total loser.”

“That’s fair,” he laughed, bumping their foreheads together.  “So is that why you never thought about my dick?  Not because you weren’t interested, but because you didn’t have anything to compare it to?”

“Sh-shut up,” she laughed, ducking her head between them.  He was still chuckling as he reached for her hand, moving it between them until…her eyes widened as she watched him lay her hand over his crotch – over his very real, very hard dick – and…push.  He made a noise she had never heard him – never heard anyone – make before, and she would swear the thing…twitched against her.  She swallowed thickly, her hand frozen as still as the rest of her, but then he was pressing her palm into him again.  Rocking it against him.  “L-Lu…Luka…”

“It’s ok,” he breathed, kissing her neck.  “You’re allowed to think about it.  You’re allowed to want it – I want you to want it.  Me.  God, I want you to want me…”

“I…I need you to need me?” she asked quietly, and he snorted as his hand squeezed hers.

“Oh my God,” he laughed, pressing his face to her neck.  “Marinette!”

His hand left hers, coming up to wrap around her again and hold her close.  A nervous smile curled her lips as she started moving her hand over his dick on her own, the smile growing when he groaned and it twitched again.

“I’d love you to love me,” she whispered, and the laugh he let out was almost too loud.  She was giggling as she shushed him, but he was pulling her back into a kiss that was too silly to be demanding and yet.

“I thought I was the music nerd?” he laughed, beaming at her.  “Oh my God, Marinette.  Marry me.  Please.  Marry me and make terrible music jokes while you touch my penis for the rest of our lives.”

“Later,” she laughed, grinning as he kissed her again.  “Probably.  We should probably date first.”

“Ok,” he hummed, his hands smoothing down her back.  “There’s the movie this weekend, but I don’t want to wait that long.  What are you doing tonight?”

“It is night,” she laughed, and she gasped when he pinched her ass.  His hand smoothed over the spot before flattening against her and pulling her closer.

“Tomorrow night, then,” he hummed, kissing at her neck again.  She sighed when his hand slipped inside her panties, his fingers stretching and searching.

“…you, I hope,” she murmured, not fully realizing what she had said until he froze against her.  She squeaked when he groped her a bit harder than he had been, his teeth suddenly on her neck instead of his lips.  Her hand tightened over his dick, and he nipped her again.

“Any night,” he said, his low voice almost a hiss.  “Every night.  Fuck, Marinette.  Ok.  Ok.”

“…ok?” she asked, and he hummed as he pulled back.  His hand slipped out of her panties, and he grinned at her as his other hand found her side, too.

“Ok.  I need to be doing you now.  And I love these,” he said, hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and snapping, “but I think they need to go for what I have planned next.”

Her throat went dry at his words – at the dark, heated look in his eyes – but she tried to laugh it off as he started shimmying them off her.

Somehow, that made it all feel more…real.  Even though they were already in her bed.  Even though they’d already been making out and touching and…even though they’d both lost the majority of their clothes a while ago.  This – him taking her underwear off, her finally being completely nude with him – made it all so much more real.

“Look at you,” she tisked, trying to keep the mood light so she wasn’t washed away by the emotions suddenly swirling in her, “planning like you’re some kind of planner.”

He had the panties halfway down her hips, and he paused as he looked up at her with a grin.

“Fine.  If I’m supposed to be a man of action…” he said, tugging them down to her knees, hooking his hands behind her thighs, and tugging her…well.  Attempting to tug her against him.  But her panties were still around her knees, and to move her he had to kind of twist her and hook her one leg over his, and the stretch to straddle his larger frame was too much.  There was a moment of awkward scrambling where she overbalanced and reached for his shoulders to steady herself, and he grabbed for her waist to help (and maybe keep her close while she struggled), and she accidentally pushed while he accidentally pulled and somehow along the way her panties gave way and snapped, and the next thing they knew they were falling back to land in a heap on her mattress.

There was a slight smack, and she looked up in horror to find he had somehow smacked his head into the shelf above her bed on his way down.  His face was scrunched slightly in pain, but then he was opening his eyes and grinning at her like…

“…oops,” he said, sounding not the least bit repentant.  She rolled her eyes and started squirming, trying to remove what was left of her damaged panties and get comfortable with so much Luka now beneath her.  She huffed when she couldn’t quite get them, so she braced herself against his stomach and pushed herself up – and completely missed the way he hissed when her bare cunt was suddenly just there, burning against the skin of his stomach.  He reached for her knees to hold her in place, and she slapped at him as she continued to twist.  His eyes closed, and he took a moment to breathe and try to steady himself.

…he felt like he was, as Dingo would say, going to nut right there.  She was killing him, and she had no fucking clue.

Ah well.  Mostly dead wasn’t all dead, right?

“Luka!” she hissed, oblivious, as she finally wrestled the ruined panties free.  “I liked that pair, you jerk!”

“I’ll buy you another,” he said, his voice strangely breathless and tight all at once.  Strangled, he thought.  He sounded strangled.  When she snorted, he cracked his eyes open and grinned at her.  “Sorry.  I’ll buy you the fabric to make another.  Ten others.  I…I think I like ripping your underwear.  Huh.”

He was learning a whole lot about things he didn’t know he liked tonight, it seemed.

“Oh, no,” she said, reaching down to pinch him – except there was an awful lot of bare Luka chest beneath her, and she moved her fingers up to flick at a pebbling nipple instead.  He sucked in a breath at the touch, but he was still grinning at her.  “I work hard on my designs, Luka.  You are to enjoy them, not break them.”

“What if I enjoy breaking them?” he teased.  She snorted and rolled her eyes, flicking him again.  He retaliated by pinching the tender spot just behind her knee, and she squeaked as she jumped.

“Th-then I guess my underwear’s off limits to you,” she huffed.  He hummed, his eyes lazily drifting lower to stare unabashedly at what she was just realizing was her now very naked body.

“Shame,” he sighed, his hands rubbing slowly up and down her thighs.  “Considering I just found my new new favorite thing.”

Her brow furrowed as he looked up at her.  The smile on his face was nothing short of dangerous, making her insides go all warm and squishy.

“M-my underwear is your new favorite?” she asked, confused, and he chuckled as he shook his head.  He leaned back on her pillows, the look in his eyes turning positively molten as he moved his hand to…to..  “Ripping my…?”

Her eyes fluttered shut as his fingers brushed through the dark curls covering her mound, the words and any other coherent thought suddenly lost to her.

“No, Marinette,” he said.  His fingers moved lazily against her, dipping down to tease at where her skin touched his before slowly moving back up.  “Reconsidering.  I don’t think I’m an ass man or a boob guy after all.  I think I’m just a Marinette guy.”

She snorted, and he tapped his fingers against her knee.  She opened her eyes to find him smiling at her unapologetically.

“You are absolutely stunning, you know that?” he asked, his voice soft and low.  His eyes dropped back to her center, and he sighed as his thumb pressed above…she sucked in a breath, her entire body tensing.  If she moved, just the slightest, his thumb would slip inside her and be touching…  “This is my new favorite.  You.  Your bare skin on mine.  Your bare cunt on me.  Fuck, Mari.  I’m not even inside you yet and I feel like I’m about to explode.”

“L-Luka…” she sighed, her eyes closing as his thumb continued to tease along the spot where she sat on him, so close to where she actually wanted him and yet…

“Mari…” he called, his thumb stilling.  She hummed, her eyes still closed.  “I think I’d like you to sit on my face.”

Her eyes popped open, certain she hadn’t heard him right, but there was no hint of humor in his expression.  He was watching her with dark, steady eyes, his smile easy.  And yet…she couldn’t have heard him right.  Right?  She blinked a few times, startled.

“W-w-what?” she stammered out.  The hand that was still on her knee tugged gently.

“I want to eat you out,” he said, as if it wasn’t the most embarrassing thing he could say, “so get up here and sit on my face.  Please?”

…she had passed out.  She had been so tired, and after that first orgasm she had totally passed out and this was all some crazy fever dream and there was no way Luka Couffaine was asking her to –

“I promised you orgasms,” he said, tapping a finger against her stomach.  “I have it on pretty good authority this is a good way to give them.  So…please?  Sit on me?”

“I-I am!” she stammered, and damn it, hadn’t she gotten rid of the stutter years ago?  Why did it have to flare up now, when Luka was beneath her and looking at her like that (while looking like that) and asking her to…to…!

“Up here,” he said, laughing.  “I’m too tall for your bed, Mari, and this will be the easiest way to go down on you.  Or…up, I guess?  Whichever.”

A crazed laugh bubbled past her lips, and he grinned at her.

“Come on, beautiful,” he said, his voice sweet as sin, “get up here.  Wreck me by letting me wreck you.”

And that…well.  She really liked the sound of that.

“…ok,” she said, and his smile as she started moving forward almost blinded her.  “Just…let me know if it’s too much?  I don’t…I mean.  I don’t want to squish you.  Or suffocate you.  Or…are you sure, Luka?”

“I think we’ll be fine,” he laughed, and she hadn’t realized his hands had moved to her ass until he squeezed it.  His eyes dropped from hers, an appreciative hum leaving him as he stared at her mound.  She tensed when he leaned up and pressed a kiss to it.  “Though suffocation by Marinette cunt sounds like a hell of a way to go.  Maybe not the official story you should tell our families, but I’m down for it.”

“…oh my God, stop,” she laughed, bending to brace herself against the shelf and look at him.  He grinned up at her, his hands slowly moving over her ass, and she bit her lip as she took a moment to just…enjoy it.  She took a steadying breath and opened her eyes, and he was still there, smiling at her, when she did.  “Just…let me know if I need to move?”

“Let me know if it’s too much,” he said, his hands moving from her ass to her thighs.  “Come on, Marinette.  Wreck me.”

It was weird, crawling on top of someone else like that – crawling on top of someone else’s face like that – but then Luka’s mouth was on her, and she was a little too preoccupied by how good that felt to be distracted by how weird it all was.  It was just a few teasing touches at first – his nose skimming along her slit, his lips pressing a gentle kiss just there – but then she felt him lick and his mouth was pressed against her and damn it all her knees almost gave out on her.  She gripped the shelf, a sound she had never heard herself make before slipping out, and then he hummed and oh my God…

She had already been turned on.  Luka’s kisses and touches hadn’t helped.  This…she felt ready to pop, and they’d barely started.

“You…incredible,” he breathed as he pulled back.  His hand had left her thigh at some point, and she sucked in a breath when she felt his fingers rubbing along her slit.  “How are you so wet already?”

“I…had a head start, remember?” she panted, groaning when one finger – two – pushed inside of her.  It felt so different to her own, his fingers bigger and rougher and…  “This…you like this?  It’s not…it’s not gross?”

“I love this,” he said, licking at her again as his fingers pumped steadily.  “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve dreamed about exactly this?  No, not gross.  Better than I ever thought.”

“I’m so close...” she panted, her hips rocking into him involuntarily.  He hummed, pressing another kiss to her slit – then his tongue darting out to flick against her clit, and she cried out as a spasm shot up her spine.  She bit down on her lip and looked down to find his eyes on her, darker than she’d ever seen.  She would swear he was smirking at her, but then his mouth was back on her – his tongue on her clit, flicking and pulling and making her want to cry out again – and she jerked again, her eyes slamming shut as he drew her closer and closer to the edge.  “Lu…Lu…”

She clapped a hand over her mouth, a keening cry leaving her as his fingers pushed in so deep and he sucked on her clit and her eyes shut so tightly she saw white.  She shook above him, whimpering as he whispered little encouragements against her, his fingers still moving within her and his tongue flicking out to draw the feeling out, but it was so much – too much.  When it finally started to subside her legs trembled, and then he was easing her back with his hands on her hips to sit her against his chest.  She looked down at him, panting, and sucked in a breath at the look on his face.  At his face in general, really.

It was a mess.  His mouth was slick with…well, her, but he was smiling so stupidly at her.  He turned his head and kissed her thigh, humming as he rubbed his hands along her legs.  When she had finally stopped shaking, he looked up at her with a grin.

“That’s one,” he said, and a deranged laugh left her as she shook her head.  She tried to sit up, but he grunted as he held her in place.  “No.  I want more.  Don’t you want more?”

“I want to catch my breath,” she said, giggling.  “That…wow.  Ok.  Wow.”

“It was good?” he asked, and for the first time she saw the flicker of uncertainty on his face, like he was afraid she hadn’t actually enjoyed it.  That he hadn’t actually satisfied her.  She pulled at his hands to get them off her, and then she was moving back down until she was lying on his chest, her legs still sprawled on either side of his hips.  She kissed him, taking her time with it as her fingers drew lazy circles over his stomach.

“So good,” she sighed.  “I just…need a minute.  I feel like jelly.  And I still have to return the favor.”

“Marinette, you don’t –” he started, but she kissed him again to shut him up.

“Stop,” she said.  “I want to.  I want this.  You.  I just need the room to stop spinning first.”

“…I don’t think that’s normal,” he laughed, pulling her in for another kiss.  “You sure you’re good?”

“So good,” she hummed, dipping her head to kiss his chest.  Her nails scratched along his stomach, slipping lower to fiddle with the waistband of his briefs.  “Rose might have been on to something.  Great sleep aide.”

“Hey, don’t pass out on me just yet,” he laughed, rolling towards her and pushing her onto her back.  Her fingers slipped into his briefs to hold on, tugging slightly, and his hand covered hers as he bent to kiss her.  “That was just one.”

“Two,” she giggled, inching his briefs lower.  “The phone, remember?”

“That wasn’t an orgasm – that was torture,” he teased between kisses.  He squeezed her hand before batting it away, and a moment later he was pulling back to shimmy out of his briefs.  Her eyes widened once they were low enough and he actually did kind of…spring out, and she choked on a laugh as she plopped back against her pillows.  He looked back up at her, grinning.  “What?”

“Nothing,” she giggled, looking up at him.  She bit down on her smile as he laid a hand on her thigh, rubbing.  “You.  You’re so…”

“If you say big or hard or –” he started, but she was grinning as she reached down and batted at his dick, watching in fascination as it bobbed.

“Bouncy,” she said, and he almost laughed – except her hand was back on him, wrapping around him to give a few hesitant strokes before his head tipped back against the wall.  “This ok?”

“So ok,” he breathed, his hand squeezing her thigh.  He glanced back at her and smiled.  “You don’t have to be so nervous, you know.  You’re not gonna break me.”

“Isn’t that the point?” she asked, but her next stroke was firmer.  “You said to wreck you.”

“I did, but…here,” he said, guiding her hand back up to the end and nudging her thumb over his tip.  He hissed at the touch, and she bit down on her lip as the fluid gathering at the end made her thumb move easier.  “Wet…wet helps.”

“…I should have…here, would this…?” she started, and he watched, confused, as she shifted until her mouth was over him.

“W-wait!” he cried, reaching out to grasp her shoulders and stop her before she could…holy fuck…  “Not…no.  That would not help.”

“…you don’t want me to?” she asked, looking up at him with a frown that just…wasn’t fair.  He swallowed, his eyes dropping to her mouth – to her perfectly pouting lips that he could too clearly imagine wrapping around him like…no.  Nope.  Nope, nope, nope…

“You have no idea how much I want you to,” he said, sounding strangled again.  “But if you do…here.”

She squeaked as his fingers were suddenly back inside her, wiggling, and he pecked a kiss against her cheek as he gathered some of her wetness on his fingers.  She watched, her eyes wide, as he stroked himself a few times before reaching for her hand and wrapping her fingers back around him.

“I definitely want you to blow me, if you want to,” he amended, leaning back against the wall now that she was stroking him again.  She gripped him a little tighter, wondering at how much easier her hand moved now that…well.  Something something lubrication, she guessed.  “But not…not tonight.  Fuck, Mari.  I’m already so close.  If you put your mouth on me…I would not last to fucking you, and I really want to fuck you tonight.”

“…ah,” she said, so eloquently.  She looked up at him, her lower lip pulled between her teeth, to find his eyes were closed.  His hands were at his sides, fisting in her sheets, and if he was that close…  “So…why aren’t you fucking me then?”

His eyes snapped open, and he lifted his head from the wall to stare at her, and she shrugged as she ran her thumb over his tip again.  He swallowed, his breathing losing its steady rhythm, and despite his protests she bent to place a feather-light kiss against the swollen head.

“You seem ready to, right?” she asked, glancing up at him.  “I mean…this is hard, right?  You don’t get…harder?  Bigger?”.

“I…” he choked out, but then she was kissing his dick again and his head fell back against the wall, his eyes screwing shut as he tried to breathe.  “Fuck, Mari…I told you…”

“Sorry,” she said, sitting up and smiling sheepishly at him.  “It’s just…I mean, now that I’ve seen it, it’s kind of hard not to think about your penis.  It’s…a very nice penis.  Not that I really have anything to compare it to, but it seems nice?  I mean.  I like it.  I like your…Luka, stop laughing!”

“Stop being adorable, then,” he chuckled, finding one of her hands and threading their fingers together.  He popped an eye open to grin at her.  “You have a nice cunt, too.  Very nice.”

“Thanks, I think,” she laughed.  He squeezed her hand before letting it go, and she frowned when he moved to go back to her ladder.  “Wait – where are you going?”

“Condom,” he said.  “I’m pretty sure I had one in my wallet.  Down there.  In one of my pockets.  I definitely need to be fucking you, and I can’t do that without a condom, and –”

He froze when she reached for his arm, tugging him back to her.

“It’s fine,” she said.  His eyebrows rose, and she shrugged as she looked away.  “I…was having some…issues?  Last year.  While you were away?”

“…issues?” he asked, frowning.  He was in front of her again in a blink, reaching up to brush her bangs back as he searched her face.  “Are you ok?  Marinette, what –?”

“Stop, stop,” she said, placing her hands on his face and bringing his mouth to hers for a quick kiss.  “I’m fine.  Just…some issues.  With my cycle.  Hormones and stuff.  A little genetic, a little running around Paris fighting supervillains since I was thirteen.  I…it’s normal?  In athletes – and superheroes, apparently.  My doctor…I told you before, about my doctor?  The one Majestia recommended, in case something happens in the mask?  Anyway.  She said it’s normal.  It’s nothing to worry about yet.”

He didn’t like the way she said that, the yet.  Like it was something they should be worrying about but she was trying not to.  Yet.

“Marinette, if…” he started, but she cut him off with another kiss.

“I.  Am.  Fine,” she said firmly, pressing her fingers into his cheeks hard as she said it.  “But I had to get an IUD?  To regulate things.  I guess…I guess it’s coming in handy now, though.”

“I…don’t know how I’m supposed to react to that,” he said, shaking his head as a chuckle that didn’t sound quite sane left him.  She pulled him in for another kiss, this one slower.  Like she was trying to convince him it really was fine.  “Marinette.  You can’t just…you know I’m gonna…”

“I know, and we can talk about it in detail later,” she said, kissing him again, “and we will.  It…I don’t know.  It feels like it involves you now, too?  Maybe.  If…no, later.  We were kinda in the middle of something, and talking about my hormone problems is kind of a buzzkill.  We can talk about it later – right now you were about to fuck me.  I want you to fuck me, Luka.”

“I…yeah,” he said, shaking his head with a defeated little laugh.  He kissed her again before gently pushing her back.  His eyes moved over her, and he took a deep breath.  “You’re sure?  My jeans are right there, Marinette.  I can get the condom and be back in a second.”

“It doesn’t change anything, Luka,” she said, squeezing where her hand had landed on his wrist.  “Just…means I don’t have to wait for you to try and find a condom and get back up here.  Why…why do you have a condom, anyway, if you weren’t planning on having sex with anyone?”

“Penny,” he said, rolling his eyes.  “Band protocol.  No one’s allowed to leave the bus without one.  She actually checks, Marinette.”

“…of  course she does,” she laughed, shaking her head.  “I suppose I would be grateful for that, if I wasn’t already…you know.  Covered.”

She pulled away from him, and he shot one last anxious look over the edge of her bed.

“It’ll make cleanup easier,” he said, quirking his eyebrows as she scooted back to lay back on the bed.  She let her knees fall open, and he sucked in a breath when she was suddenly just…there.  Spread open and bare before him.  Waiting, ready, for him.  His hands dropped to his sides, where her feet were resting by his legs, and he gripped onto her ankles to steady himself.  He swallowed thickly, shaking his head.  His mouth felt too dry.  His dick ached at the sight of her, more than ready to be inside her.  One of his hands moved up and down her calf, rubbing to dispel some of his nervous energy.  “Fuck, Marinette…”

“I want this, Luka.  I want you,” she said, reaching for him.  He pushed out a steadying breath and nodded, taking her hand as he moved closer.  She sucked in a breath when his dick bumped against her, and he paused as he looked down between them.  “Lu…”

“You are so beautiful,” he said, his voice slightly dazed.  “You realize that, right?  You’re gorgeous, Marinette.”

He glanced back up at her face, and he could tell from her expression she was about to deny it – so he moved over her, trying to ignore how amazing it felt when his dick rubbed against her, until he could cut her protests off with a kiss.  She mumbled something against him, but the words were lost as his tongue slipped past her lips and ran along her own.  The next sound she made was more of a happy sigh – then a moan when his hips started rocking against her.

“You’re beautiful,” he said again, his voice breathy and harsh, “and I’m not going to let you tell me otherwise.  How do you not see it, Marinette?  How have you never seen it?”

“…fine,” she said, tugging his face back to hers.  Her other arm slipped around his back, reaching down to toy with that dip where his lower back met his ass, and she groaned as his hips jerked against her.  “Luka.”

He might have laughed as her hand pressed harder against his spine, except she wasn’t the only one growing impatient.  He kissed her cheek, his hum turning into a grunt as she rocked her own hips up into him, and his head fell to her shoulder as he pushed back.

“…ok, ok,” he breathed, nipping at her skin before he pulled back.  She whined and tightened her legs around him, and he chuckled as he placed a hand on her stomach and gently pushed.  “Ok.  I’m getting there.”

But then he sat up, and he was struck again by the sight of her spread out before him, watching through hazy eyes with pouting, kiss-bruised lips and…he swallowed as his hands found her hips, rubbing absently to dispel some of his tension.

She was gorgeous.

And she was his.

“Luka…” she whined, frowning, but he was just…sitting there, looking at her.  She already felt warm – her skin felt like fire everywhere he touched – but there was a new warmth (or maybe an old, familiar warmth) climbing up her neck, spilling onto her cheeks, under that stare.  His expression softened as he noticed the telltale blush, and his hand moved up to stroke along her side.  When it settled back on her hip, his thumb started absently brushing against her skin.  She squirmed, her knee pressing into his side where her leg was hooked over his hip, and his grip tightened on her.

As if he was trying to convince himself she was real.  As if he had to prove to himself it was really her laying there with him, staring up at him with hazy, lust-drunk eyes.

As if she wasn’t trying to convince herself of the same thing.

“…what is it?” she asked, reaching to loosely wrap her fingers around his wrist.  He shook his head, as if dazed, and chuckled.  “Why do you keep stopping?”

“Sorry,” he said, squeezing her hip again.  “I’m not…I just…I never thought we’d get here.  You know?  I never thought I’d be lucky enough to see you like this.  To be with you like this.  I thought…I honestly thought I had blown our chance a long time ago, Marinette.”

“…I thought I was the one who blew it,” she said, tugging at his wrist to lift his hand from her.  She pushed her palm against his, threading their fingers together and squeezing – holding on like she never wanted to let go again.  “You were never the one who ran away, Luka.”

“…didn’t I, though?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.  She frowned at him, and he shook his head.  “That day on the bridge.  My first tour.  For someone who promised I’d always be there when you were ready, I sure did a hell of a lot of leaving.”

“We both blew it, then,” she said, tightening her grip on his hand.  She pulled him towards her, but he shook his head and stayed stubbornly still.  She frowned and squirmed, lifting her hips against him as she tugged on his hand again.  His eyes closed for the briefest moment as he took a breath.  “Luka.”

“No,” he said as he opened his eyes and squeezed her hand again.  “Just…let me enjoy this?  Let me look at you.  Let me remember this.”

“You say that like you think you won’t get another chance to,” she said, and though she had meant to tease him with the words she couldn’t help but notice they sounded more serious – more weighted – than she had intended.

“I think we both know I appreciate the fragility of a moment more than most,” he said, dipping his head towards her, and she bit her lip as she returned his gaze.  He let go of her hand and moved his to her lower stomach, rubbing gently and just….watching the way his touch made her muscles jump and bunch.  Appreciating the way she squirmed beneath him.  The way she looked laid out before him, naked as the day she was born and all for him.  The way his dick rested against her, red and swollen and aching to join with her.  “I have no intention of wasting this second chance, Marinette, but I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.  Seeing you this way.  Feeling you.  Just…being with you.  You might have to get used to me being a total sap with you every time.”

A breathy laugh left her, more of a giggle really, as she ran her fingers along his forearm.

“…I hate to tell you,” she said, her voice as teasing and light as her touch, “but we already covered how much of a loser you are.  A giant sap’s not much different.”

“Cruel,” he laughed, shaking his head.  His thumb brushed by her navel, dipping into it, and she bit her lip as she squirmed again.  “I can’t decide what I want more.  To just look at you or to be inside you.”

“Both,” she sighed, trying to wiggle closer.  She lifted her hips, and his eyes closed as he slid against her.  “Look at me while you fuck me.  Stop teasing me, Luka.”

He shook his head, smiling as he looked down to where he was resting on her.  He pulled back slightly, making her squirm again, and he glanced up at her just to pause again when he saw her head thrown back, her lower lip between her teeth, and the hand of the arm tossed above her head gripping her pillow hard enough to rip it.  He swallowed and looked back down as he took himself in hand and lined up with her entrance.

“Ready?” he asked, looking back up at her.  Her hand twisted in her pillow as she lifted her head to glare at him.

“Luka Couffaine, if you don’t put your…oh my God,” she gasped as he pushed forward, her eyes widening as her mouth dropped open and her head fell back.  He bit down on his lip, stilling when he was just barely inside her, giving her a moment to adjust.

…giving himself a moment, if he was honest, because holy fuck.

“Keep…don’t stop,” she said, lifting her hips to sink him deeper.  He groaned, his grip on her side tightening to try and stop her, but she just tried again.  “Luka.  Please.”

How could he deny her, when she asked like that?  He pushed in, as slowly – as steadily – as he could when all he wanted to do was sink into her.  It was harder than he’d thought it would be, going slow, with how wet she was and the way she kept gripping him, like she could swallow him whole if only he’d let her.

…he wasn’t sure why he wasn’t letting her.

She made another whining noise as he slumped forward, his arms bracing on either side of her as his hips finally connected with hers, as deep as he could go.  He stayed there, panting as hard as she was, and waited for…something.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, honestly.  He’d heard the horror stories, how awful first times were supposed to be – as much as he remembered his ma barking out a laugh when he’d first asked her about it.

“Bah!” she’d crowed, clapping him on the back.  “It can be, if ye dinnae what ye’re doin’.  If ye rush it and make it all about yerself.  No son o’ mine would be that careless wit his bonnie lass, though, aye?”

…he hadn’t tried to be.  But as he knelt there, watching Marinette breathe through…something – he hoped it wasn’t pain, it didn’t really look like…he just wasn’t sure.

He had wanted this to be good for her.  Always, every time he had imagined this moment over the years, he had wanted it to be so good for her.

“Are you ok?” he asked, his voice rougher than he’d expected.  He coughed to clear his throat, then reached up to brush the backs of his fingers against her cheek.  It was damp, and for the life of him he couldn’t tell if that was from sweat or tears.  “Marinette.  Beautiful.  Look at me.  Are you ok?”

“F-fine,” she stammered, pushing out a breath and opening her eyes.  They looked glassy, but not…not pained.  And when she smiled at him, he felt his world tip – more than it had once he’d finally…  “Am I allowed to say you’re big yet?”

He choked on a laugh, and she hissed as that caused him to move inside of her.  Her head fell back again, and then his laugh was choking off as she rolled her hips.

“It’s…it doesn’t hurt,” she said.  “Not really.  It’s just…different.  Full.  It…I think I want you to move?  Can you move?”

“Like this?” he asked, pulling out slowly.  She nodded, another one of those mewling little sounds escaping her as she sunk back into the bed.

“Ye-ah!” she gasped when he pushed back in, her back arching.  “Y-yes.  That.  Keep doing that.  That’s…that’s good.  So good…”

“You’re…gonna give me an ego,” he tried to laugh, but the sound was a little strained as he kept moving.  “Fuck, you’re right.  You feel incredible.”

He bent over her, and she gasped as he somehow pushed in even deeper, but then his mouth was on hers and he was still moving his hips and she wasn’t thinking about much of anything beyond yes and Luka and more.

“So good…” he panted against her lips, one of his hands moving up above her head to lace their fingers together.  “Mari.”

“You can…you can go harder,” she said, and he sucked in a breath as she bit at his lip.  She fell back against her pillows, grinning up at him.  “You’re not gonna…fuck!”

His hips snapped into hers, and she pressed her face against his neck as pleasure shot up her spine.

“Think I am,” he teased, pulling out slowly before snapping back in.  “Think we’re gonna fuck a lot.”

“D-dork,” she laughed, moaning as he slid slowly against her.  “I was trying to say…mmm…you’re not gonna break me.”

He groaned and kissed her, grinding his hips into hers, and the sounds she was making.  They were going to haunt his dreams for the rest of his life.

“I can try,” he murmured, and she might have laughed if he hadn’t stolen her breath in the next moment trying to do exactly that.

She lost track of things a bit after that, with Luka thrusting into her over and over again while he panted little praises into her ear, telling her how warm and perfect and so fucking good she was.  She had already been sensitive, her body still thrumming from her last two orgasms, and it didn’t take long before that toe-curling feeling deep in her core was winding up again.  When his hand slipped between them, his fingers finding her clit again and rubbing – when he pushed into her so deep and stilled, his thumb pressing hard into those nerves – her mind blanked out completely as that spring popped again.  She clung to him, a cry he was quick to swallow in a kiss tearing from her, as the world spun around her.

He was still moving within her when she came back to herself a few moments later, peppering lazy little kisses against her neck as his hips rocked slowly into hers.  Their hands were still joined above her head, and his thumb was brushing absently against her wrist.  She hummed, her other arm tightening around his shoulders.

“Don’t fall asleep on me yet,” he whispered, chuckling as her toes tickled against his calves.  “That was only two.”

“Three,” she murmured, her hand drifting lower to scratch lightly at his back.  His laugh was a little broken when he pushed in and she tightened her legs around him, holding him close.  “You don’t have to give me all the orgasms tonight, Luka.  We have…mmm…we have time.”

He stilled against her, and she bent her head to nip at his ear, smiling when he shuddered against her.  She shifted her leg to hook it around him, pressing her heel against his lower back to keep him against her.

“You said you weren’t letting me go, remember?” she teased.  She rolled her hips up, hissing when he sunk even deeper and the walls of her cunt spasmed around him.  “Besides.  Maybe I want to give you a couple orgasms, too.”

“M-Marinette,” he laughed, the sound kind of strangled, and she hummed as she pushed against him.  He grumbled, squeezing her hand, but then she was pushing again until they were rolling, and the next thing Luka knew he was on his back staring up at her beautiful face with her perfectly mussed hair framed by fairy lights.  He swallowed thickly, barely having time to process what had just happened before he felt her hand on him, and then she was biting her lip as she sunk down onto his cock.  His head fell back against her pillows, a low moan slipping past his lips.

“Let go, Luka,” she said, rolling her hips against him.  It was different like this – he was even deeper, even… – and she made a mental note to explore this position more later.  When she had the energy to ride him in earnest.  She liked being on top of him like this.  “Come…come for me.”

His hands latched onto her hips, his eyes screwing shut as he…well.  Screwed her, she thought with a smile.  The smile was quickly lost as he hit her right there and her mouth dropped open, her hands fisting on his stomach as she felt…something.  She wasn’t sure if it was another orgasm or if she was still too sensitive from the last one, but whatever it was had her collapsing against him, her nails scratching against his chest as she tried to push her hips into his – as he snapped his up and stilled, trembling, twitching sporadically inside her as…

“Fuck,” he croaked, his hands tangling in her hair as he jerked again.  “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck…”

A shaky giggle left her as he slumped back onto the bed, his dick still twitching inside her.  She peppered little kisses along his collarbone, and he groaned as he held her as close as his jellied limbs would allow.

“So…so eloquent,” she teased, giggling when he pinched her hip.

“Words are hard,” he grumbled.  He sighed when she leaned up, kissing him lazily.  Like they had all the time in the world.  Like there would be more and many, and maybe he was starting to let himself believe that was actually true.  “I love you.”

“I love you,” she said, kissing him again.  “We should…I’m pretty sure we should clean up.  Pretty sure I read that somewhere.”

“Probably a good idea,” he agreed, humming sleepily as she snuggled against him.

“Any minute now,” she murmured, tucking her face against his neck.  “We’ll get up.  Just a second.”

“Of course,” he mumbled back, his lips brushing lazily against her hair.

…she drifted off a moment later, her body pleasantly sore and too relaxed to remember why getting up seemed so important in the first place.

– V –

Marinette didn’t want to wake up.

She was having the best dream.

One where Luka had thoroughly wrecked her, where she had drifted off to sleep in his arms while he hummed that song she was pretty sure he’d been working on for five years now and combed lazy fingers through her mussed hair.  Where his skin had been warm and slick against her own, where he hadn’t been afraid to drop sleepy little kisses against her head.

It wasn’t the first time she’d dreamt of Luka – of being with him like that – but it was the first time it had felt so wonderfully, cruelly real.

She sighed and snuggled closer to her pillow, dreading the moment her alarm would go off and fully pull her from this wonderful dream.

“…don’t wake up,” she mumbled groggily, squeezing her eyes shut tighter.  “Don’t wake up, don’t wake up, don’t wake up…”

A deep, warm chuckle rumbling above her made her freeze.

“…shame,” Luka’s voice, rough and thick with sleep, murmured above her.  “I was hoping we could go again, once you’d rested.”

She froze, her arms locking around…around him, she realized, because that was definitely not her pillow she was snuggling up against it was too hard FIRM not soft not…

“Don’t freak out on me now, Mari,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her temple as his hand rubbed soothing lines along her back.  “It’s ok.  I’m here.  You’re good.  We’re good.”

“…we?” she squeaked, her hand fisting against…he was naked.  He was naked.  And she was naked, too, she realized, because he was here and they were good because they had actually happened and had something to be good about and…

“We,” he said, his palm flattening against the dip between her shoulder blades to press her closer to him.  She sucked in a breath when his mouth was suddenly against the curve between her neck and shoulder, his breath nearly burning her as he pressed an open-mouthed kiss to her skin.  “We.”

“…I like we,” she said shyly, and he chuckled as he pulled back and tipped her chin up.  Even in the dim glow of her fairy lights, she could see the way his eyes were dancing at her.  He bent closer to seal his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply.  She squeaked into the kiss as he rolled them, pressing her back into the bed.

“I like we, too,” he murmured between kisses.  The hand that was behind her slipped lower when she arched against him, settling low on her back and pulling her closer.  “I love ‘we’.  Please wake up and let us keep being ‘we’.”

“Lu…Luka!” she laughed breathlessly, gripping his shoulder and trying to push him back.

“We can sleep later,” he said, his hand moving lower to curl against her ass.  She gasped as he shamelessly groped her, squeezing her cheek before tugging her against him.  “I wasn’t done with you when you crashed on me.”

“I…I did not!” she laughed.  He pulled back, his grin a little roguish as he looked down at her.  There was too much Couffaine in that grin, and it sent her stomach flipping pleasantly.

“Oh, you totally did,” he said, bending to drop a teasing kiss on her nose.  “I wanted intimacy – cuddles and conversation and romance – and you crash as soon as you nut.”

“…oh my God, shut up,” she laughed, pushing at him.  He curled around her, laughing, and she groaned as she tried to shove him back.  “Lukaaaaa.  It’s not my fault you screwed my brains out!”

“Clearly I was better than I thought,” he laughed, kissing her shoulder.  She squirmed, bopping his chin with a shrug.

“And I wasn’t?” she asked, trying to pout at him.  He dove at her, pressing her back into the bed with a fierce kiss.

“You were already exhausted, and I kind of crashed, too.  You were…you…” he started, frowning as the words escaped him.  When her eyebrows rose in question, he groaned and bent to kiss her again.  “You were amazing.  Incredible.  Ten out of ten, would fuck again.”

“…Luka!” she bit, though she was still laughing.  He grinned and reached for her hand, threading their fingers together on the pillow above her.

“Marinette,” he breathed, squeezing her hand.  “Seriously.  I wasn’t offended.  Didn’t they all say that meant it was good?  I want to be good for you.  Please, fall asleep on me any time.  Let me hold you and bask.  Let me fall asleep with you.  Let me stay here and count every single freckle on your skin and compose symphonies in their wake.  Let me –”

“Ok, ok,” she laughed, looping her other arm around his neck to tug him down for a kiss.  “But don’t wear me out too much – I want some basking, too.  Can’t we wear each other out and just…sleep?  God, what time is it, anyway?”

“It’s still early,” he said, skimming his nose along her cheek.  “I think I heard your parents moving downstairs, but it’s still dark out.”

“…oh my God, my parents,” she choked out, her eyes popping open to stare at him.  He kissed her, and she groaned as she tried to squirm away.  “Luka!”

“You’re an adult.  The only reason you still live here is to help them out while your dad’s recovering,” he said.  She groaned and squirmed, but she stopped when he nipped at her shoulder and pressed his hips into hers, showing her just how much the kisses and squirming were affecting him.  “Mari.”

“His recovery is going to take a turn for the worse if he finds out you snuck in in the dead of night to ravage his little girl,” she huffed.  He snorted and nipped her again.

“I did not sneak in,” he said.  He glanced up to give her a dopey grin.  “…I sprinted four blocks and begged you to let me in.  After his little girl tortured me on the phone.  He’s happily married – he’d understand.  He’d do the same thing in my situation.”

“…I know you’re right but ew,” she huffed, making him laugh again.  “And you know Papa would agree with me.  We have to sneak you out.  He…neither of them can know you were here, but especially him.”

“Your parents love me,” he said.

“My parents will be planning the wedding before you can get your first cup of coffee,” she huffed.  He dove at her again, and she groaned as he kissed her feverishly, as his cock – and how was he so hard again already?  Shouldn’t he need more…down time, or whatever? – rubbed against her folds, the tip nudging inside.

“Let them,” he panted after a moment, rocking his hips to tease her some more.  “I’ll marry you tonight.  Fuck, Marinette.  Is that an option?  Is that honestly on the table?”

She bit her lip, trying to hold back a moan as he started to slip inside.  Her knees pressed into his hips, giving him pause.  He kissed her, swallowing up the moan she made as he tried to rock into her anyway.

“Should…shouldn’t you buy a girl dinner first?” she panted, lifting her hips to meet his.  She still felt so wet – how was she still so wet? – and he sunk into her easily, kissing her as he bottomed out inside of her.  “Luka.”

“Details,” he murmured, kissing along her neck.

“You said…last night,” she said, pausing as he started a slow pace that was already driving her crazy, “…you said something…about a movie.”

“This weekend,” he hummed, nodding.  “I’ll date you, Marinette.  I’ll take you to dinners and movies and whatever else you want.  I’ll have awkward coffee with your parents.  I’ll have totally normal, not awkward coffee with your parents.  I’ll marry you.  I’ll give you so many –”

“Don’t you dare start saying orgasms again,” she huffed, giggling, but it was lost in a moan as he pushed into her and caught her mouth in a bruising kiss.  His hand slipped between them, and she tried to roll her eyes as he started rubbing against her – except they kind of just rolled back into her head as she sank back against her pillows.  “Lu-Luka…”

She tried to sound scolding, but she just sounded kind of breathless, and from the way he was smirking at her she knew she wasn’t fooling him.

“I love you,” he said, stilling above her and smiling so stupidly as he looked down at her.  She lifted a hand to his cheek, and he turned his head to kiss her palm.  “Let’s do this, Marinette.  Whatever you want.  As long as it’s us.  Please want us.”

“I do,” she said, pulling his mouth back to hers.  “I do, Luka.  But…we have time.  Can we…can we just…deal with this morning first?  Finish…finish this.  Clean up.  Sneak you past my parents.  Maybe get coffee?  Breakfast?  I have a dress to finish this weekend.  I – oh, there…”

Her head fell back, her eyes closing, as he pulled back and thrust back into her.  He chuckled, a low, pleased sound, and kissed her.

“Ok.  One thing at a time, beautiful,” he said, smiling.  “Can I give you a few more orgasms first?  We’ll worry about the rest after.”

“…ok,” she hummed, smiling up at him, because there would be an after.  There would –

Her phone started buzzing above them, lighting up with an incoming call from…someone, she wasn’t sure, because as she went to reach for it Luka caught her hand, shook his head, and kissed away the protest she tried to make.

“No,” he said, squeezing her hand in his own.  “Are you kidding me?  After last night?”

“It…it could be important,” she argued, but he just shook his head again and continued slowly thrusting in and out of her.

“It can wait,” he said, kissing the corner of her mouth.  He grinned stupidly at her.  “Forgive me, Marinette, but I don’t want anyone else hearing you like this.  And we both know how bad you are at actually rejecting calls.”

“Shut up,” she laughed.  He swooped down and kissed her again, and God she was close.  She pressed her knees into his hips, making him jerk against her.  “It…worked out, right?”

He supposed it had, in the end.

…but that didn’t stop him from grabbing her phone and chucking it across the room when it started ringing again.  The blonde pixie grinning back at him from the screen could fucking wait, damn it.  He had promised Marinette so many orgasms, after all, and he was nowhere near close to making good on that promise.