~~~~~ Spicy start to this chapter ~~~~~

His hands brushed through her hair as she placed her lips passionately against his. Marinette had never kissed like this before. Having his naked body firmly against hers created a whole new experience to making out. Her hand trailed down his torso resting gently on his incredible abs.

"I'm going to work you so fucking hard."

His words inspired her to grind her lower body against his as he pinned her hands down above her head. They were settled in a pile of fabric, grinding, groaning and tangling their tongues in a vicious way.

Beep.

Marinette looked around the room, trying to find the noise.

Beep.

She groaned as Adrien began to kiss down her neck pushing his hard member against her heat. Only the material of their underwear stood in the way.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Oh Adrien! Please!"

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Marinette shot up to a sitting position realising she was about to cum from her dream. Never in her life had she been so turned on from a dream, and not only that, but the one sentence Adrien had said to her in the dream. She threw herself backwards into her pillows and placed her hands over her face with a groan. It was fair to say there was no getting out of it now. She wanted Adrien physically, and she was quite sure he wanted her too ... well at least his body gave away that he did. Shaking her head she sighed. How was she going to face him later?

It was Thursday morning and Adrien was due to pick Marinette up in about three hours to start their journey down to Monaco. Originally they were going to travel on the Friday ready for the others to arrive on Saturday morning. However, due to the nine hour drive Adrien had decided to spilt it into two, four and a half hour stints meaning she was staying the night with Adrien Agreste, at a hotel. Just the two of them. No distractions. First item she added to the travel list on her phone was nice underwear.

Her mind flew back to the previous evening. It will be forever known as her most favourite photoshoot ever. Adrien in boxers, showing just how well endowed he actually was, she had to control the drool which pooled in her mouth. Marinette closed her eyes bringing up a memory of Adrien's junk in his trunk. She decided he must be least eight inches. Her boxers were skin tight on him, yet she had used average men sizes to create the size guides and templates. A shiver ran down her spine. He was going to be one hell of a guy to break her virginity, and she couldn't wait.

Their night together was pretty ordinary. Adrien said he had some phone calls to make before he could call it quits for the evening. So the itinerary was pretty much; photos, make out. Eat, make out. Make out some more and then he went home. She had missed him and his presence as soon as he had left. This was truly not a healthy addiction.

After a lot of coxing to herself she pried herself from the warm confides of her bed, grabbed her phone and made her way to gather together some food items for her breakfast. Hell, she was definitely going to need all energy she could muster to have a normal conversation with Adrien for that long. Yes, they'd spent a lot of time together recently but not in a none lips and tongues kind of way. Every meet included kissing, kissing and more kissing. Not that she was complaining of course.

Picking up her phone she looked at the Bachelor/Bachelorette WhatsApp group.

Lila Rossi has joined the group

Marinette was quite sure she had thrown up a little in her mouth. Lila was a bitch, and one Marinette didn't want to be around. Especially since Marinette was now with Adrien and was forming some kind of contact with Emilie Agreste, or as she's now know Emilie Graham de Vanily. Marinette had found out that Emilie was actually her biggest client for design commissions. She was shocked when Adrien had told her that his mother was actually EmDeVan, Paris' biggest female fashion house. Gabriel hadn't quite succeeded with the female designs allowing Emilie's previously unknown fashion house to take Paris' top spot. It had been that way for the past six years.

Adrien had been in continuous contact with his mother since Juniors party and she had been trying to make amends. She was working hard with it too, much to both Adrien and Marinette's joy. She had messaged Adrien and Marinette, and let them in on her little secret. Due to Gabriel's obsession to be number one, noone in the fashion world knew about Emilie's project. Not even her staff knew she was the CEO of the company. Marinette was shocked! His mother had been her main client since the Miraculous brand had started all those years ago. Even though she wasn't buying the outfits, Emilie was paying triple for designs from Marinette, plus giving her a healthy percentage of the sales. Her beautiful, little car had been the self bought gift after her first load of commissions had arrived.

Looking back at the phone she rolled her eyes.

Lila: I'm so happy to be joining you on this celebration, Alya and Nino. You have been #couplegoals since lycee. Don't you agree, Lukapie!

Marinette pretended to vomit as she grabbed a couple of croissant's and a glass of milk before heading back to her bed. Lukapie? What the hell was that? What a freak! Her phone buzzed and she opened up the message, leaving her croissant hanging from her mouth.

Adrien: Shit! Look at the group!

Marinette laughed at Adrien's message. It must be serious for Adrien to send something so short. What the hell did that mean? She reopened the group to see Adrien's dilemma and couldn't help the croissant falling out of her mouth.

Alya: Thanks Lila. Although I do feel we're about to lose our couple crown thanks to the disgusting displays of Adrienette.

Kim: I second Alya. Those two are gross!

Adrien: Excuse me, we are in this group you know.

Lila: Oh Adrien, I'm so sorry they're being mean to you. But at least I have your number now to ask you and Marinette for tips. After all, I'm sure Marinette knows how to keep Luka happy.

Marinette slammed the phone down and jumped out of bed, stalking up and down the bedroom. What the hell was she implying? Firstly, she's going to be overly clingy to Adrien, and secondly having a dig about Luka. Was she trying to put trust issues between herself and Adrien?  This weekend was going to be war. She could feel it already.

On her third lap of her room her phone began to ring. Grabbing it without a look at the name she answered it.

"What?" She abruptly said down the receiver.

"Good morning to you too, Princess." She let out a deflated breath and sat down on the bed.

"I take it, you've read the group chat?"

"That bitch!"

"Listen, Mari, don't let her get to you. That's how she wins. As long as me and you know what the truth is, it shouldn't matter."

"Adrien, let me just remind you she has your phone number." Marinette smiled when she heard his groan from the other side of the phone. She knew he would be cursing about this. He knew what Lila was like, he'd protected her from Lila before, and now she felt scared that he needed to protect her again. Damn, Lila! And damn, Luka! Both could disappear for all she cared.

"Can I come over? If you're packed already we could get out of Paris sooner rather than later."

"I'm still in bed and wanted to get some sewing done before leaving."

"Oh ok, no worries." He sounded deflated. It was his own fault for jumping in and cutting her off.

"You didn't let me finish, Chaton! I will start to get ready now and pack, then take the sewing in the car if that's ok. It's only some sequins and beads to go on a couple of items."

Marinette swore she could hear the excitement in his movements, and there were a lot of them. He must have been moving at speed through his apartment.

"Will an hour be enough?"

"Yes, that's fine. See you then."

"See you soon beautiful." and with that he ended the call. A thrill coursed through her body. Beautiful? He'd never called her that as an endearment before. She walked into her bathroom and began to get ready for Adrien. One thing was for sure. This weekend she was going to look good.

One hour later, she was unbelievably packed, dressed, showered and ready for Adrien. As he pulled up outside her house his heart began to race. Last night had been amazing and he was quite sure he would have gone all the way with her. He had to fake important phone calls to leave her house, or his one time with her would have been ruined on a Wednesday evening.

Parking his car behind Marinette's on her driveway, he climbed out and made his way to the front door. He was surprised that after only one knock it flew open and a short bluenette sprung into his arms. Laughing, he bend down and kissed her on the lips. She smiled up at him and his heart fluttered. Then he remembered who they were about to share a weekend with. In close proximities and the smile dropped off his face.

"You ok?" He asked her. She looked into his eyes and could tell exactly what he was indicating at.

"To be honest, I'm really not sure." He wrapped his muscular arms around her tiny frame, embracing her in a way to try and remove her worries. Adrien couldn't understand how firstly Luka was still coming and secondly how the others had allowed him to bring Lila. Everyone knew about what happened in lycée. Everyone knew about what he did to protect Marinette.

Unravelling himself from around her, Adrien followed her into her house to gather together everything she needed for the weekend. Picking up her suitcase, he made his way back to his car and loaded them in alongside his. The car was full with food and drink which they were to keep in the villa. He'd also swung by Sabine and Tom's bakery to grab them some treats for the road.

"Your mother says to call her when we arrive at our destination."

"Oooo what did you get?"

"Mari, think about your parents, not just your stomach." She let out a giggle as she locked her front door and walked to the car.

"Did my papa say anything?"

"No!" Adrien answered too quickly for Marinette's liking and she smiled at her lover standing opposite her. He caught the expression on her face and made his way to the drivers side.

"He did, didn't he? Tell me, Agreste."

Marinette climbed into the other side of the car and looked at Adrien. His face had taken on a deep shade of red.

"Seatbelt on Princess."

She pulled the belt down, not taking her eyes off Adrien. He was keeping something from her and she wanted to know.

"Done. Now tell me!" He groaned and placed his hands over his face to cover up what she was quite sure was embarrassment. "Fine! If you won't tell me, I'll just have to give them a call." She grabbed her phone out of her bag placed in front of her and pretended to call her parents.

"No! Please don't." He stretched over to her pinning her to the chair. A flashback arrived from the night before.

"I'll work you so fucking hard."

A shiver ran down her spine again, and the smell of him was making her dizzy. He took the phone out of her hand and placed in back into her bag. He took a deep breath and looked out of his window. Head turned away from Marinette.

"Your father told me the Dupain's don't have many males in their family at the moment." Marinette was confused, why should that cause embarrassment.

"Is that it?"

"Oh I wish it was Princess."

Adrien turned to look at Marinette with a face of regret.

"He said that we could help improve that." Adrien wiped his forehead. She swore she could see sweat dripping down to his chin.

"And that one way I could play my part was to ..."

"Yes?" Marinette asked. She had zero idea where this was heading. He took a deep breath to continue ... oh Lord he needed strength. He hoped this conversation would go to the grave with him.

"He said one way I could help the "wheel of fate" was to get you on your hands and knees."