"Skin on my skin, what a wonderful sin/Take your breath but you're asking for more/The tip of my finger is tracing your figure/I say good night and walk out the door."
Ansel Elgort, Thief

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    Skin.

    That was all that Adrien could think about as he fervently pressed his lips on Marinette's bare shoulder, maneuvering around the thin pale blue strap of her bra. Her skin was unusually cool against his burning mouth, which only made Adrien to touch her even more. Marinette's delicate fingers roamed around in Adrien's messy hair (the sight of his perfect hair being ruined by her still made Marinette's heart beat wildly), her nails scraping deliciously over his scalp.

    Somewhere in Adrien's room the tank top that she had been wearing was thrown uncaringly, probably near his own abandoned shirt after their kissing got more heated as it did lately. Adrien's thoughts couldn't wander for long, being pulled back in by the sound of Marinette's soft moans as his lips instinctively neared the spot he knew that she loved. Reflexively, Adrien's long fingers squeezed Marinette's hip with his right hand, holding her down on his lap as his left hand strayed to the back pocket of her pink jeans.

    He couldn't help but curl his lips at Marinette's quiet yelp as he lightly squeezed the plump flesh. Marinette retaliated though, squeezing her strong thighs around Adrien's hips, pulling him closer to her until she could feel the pulsing member that was being restrained by his jeans.

    Often, in their little secret meetings, they escalated by a challenge being ignited, both of them being competitive, which Adrien loved. When it was just the two of them now, gone was the shy and timid Marinette; she was now replaced with a fiery and bold Marinette, one who was not afraid to explore the unknown with him. And to his pleasure, Marinette was willing to take the leap into that void with him.

    Once more, Adrien thoughts fade away as he focuses on Marinette's pleasure, which he seems to always be able to fixate on. Even though this deal was made to benefit both Marinette and him, he always strived to put her desires above his own.

    Maybe that was why Adrien got a little carried away and began to nibble right below Marinette's jaw, pulling her pale flesh between his teeth. Marinette had gotten distracted as well, apparently, clutching his head closer to her; she was lost in ecstasy and that meant that Adrien had achieved his goal.

    Suddenly, Marinette's hand began to bat at his shoulder lightly, muttered "Adrien"s replacing her moans as she pulled herself away from his offending mouth. "Rule number four, Adrien."

    "Shit," Adrien's voice faltered in dismay, unlatching his lips from her already bruising flesh. Marinette's porcelain skin was now a collage of red and pink where his mouth had been; a sign of his hard work. Even though he had felt proud of his success, his guilt overpowered the feeling as he remembered that he almost nearly -or did- break one of the only five rules they had made for their little deal. He could still see the sparkly pink ink that was written with Marinette's pretty, swirly handwriting. The five rules had filled out only a small portion of the page, but they were so important; each one plastered on the back of his eyelid

Rule Number 4: No visible marks. (Especially Adrien.)

They couldn't break these rules, not if they wanted to keep their secret rendezvous going. Adrien didn't know how Marinette felt, not concretely anyway, but he definitely did not want this to end.

    "I'm so sorry Marinette! I just- I forgot, my mind went blank. I swear, I didn't mean to-" He sputtered out his words like they were burning him, much like the embarrassment that was spreading red from his cheeks to his ears. He flexed his fingers tightly around Marinette's thin waist, grounding her in place against him so he could explain. He was going to continue his apologies when Marinette stopped him by placing her finger against his lips, which were still burning and swollen from hers.

    Her cerulean eyes glittered with amusement; her dark hair, long since fallen out of their signature pigtails, hung in knotted, loose waves around her shoulders, a few strays falling over her eyes. Her pink lips curled into a sincere smile, showing off the pearly white teeth that had once grazed the lower part of his abdomen.

    Pulling her finger away, Marinette leaned in closer to Adrien and moved her hand up to his cheek. "It's alright, Adrien. It was just an accident; no harm done." Her lightly calloused palm caressed his cheek, causing friction against the nearly invisible stubble of hair Adrien had after shaving in the morning. Adrien couldn't help but marvel at how he had managed to snatch Marinette, even though they weren't really together.

    (Ladybug still had his heart after all, and Marinette had told him once that she was doing this to move on from someone. There wasn't a chance in hell he'd be able to get Marinette.)

    "No harm; no foul. Right?" Adrien smirked at the words, remembering the first time she had said that to him so many weeks ago. It was their saying, their little thing between them that no one else would understand. This was their secret code, undecipherable to anyone that wasn't a part of their little world.

    "Right." Adrien answered, his green eyes softening at the sight of the gorgeous girl before him. He could almost feel the radiant brilliancy that seemed to pour out of her smile as she leaned in closer to him. Marinette placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth, sensuously moving a steady, slow line of kisses until she reached her destination. She placed her hands on his chest, gradually pushing him down with her until he rested fully against his bed. He raised his own hand, setting it on the back of her neck, sliding it down until he rested the appendage on the small of her back, holding her close to him.

    Once again, the two had fallen into their complete obsession for each other. They became a bundle of tangled hair and limbs, lips swollen and bruised as they pressed on for more. They became heated, the air becoming more humid as the two eighteen year-olds grasped for each other; desperately searching for more skin to touch.

    Skin. Adrien had always thrived off of human contact; his mother had always told him that he was a very touchy boy, and that it was one of the things that she loved him. If he was touchy with others, then he was completely crazed about touching Marinette. He craved for her touch, like a tantalus desire that he could never get enough of. Maybe it was more proper to compare her to a tantalus sin that he was able to get a taste of, that he wanted more of.

    And if she were a sin, then he was a sinner down on his knees.

    Adrien tugged against Marinette's dark locks, searching for any bare skin that he could get his mouth on but Marinette had beaten him to it. The tips of her fingers ghosted over the sides of his ribs, dipping into every crevice as she placed arousing kisses down the center of his chest, teasingly looking up at him through her thick black lashes as she slowly detached her lips, her pouty, soft lips, from his burning skin, a tiny smirk gracing her features.

    Marinette moved lethargically, slowly nearing Adrien's head for a deep kiss. She was near enough that he could feel her hot breath, see every freckle that dusted the bridge of her nose and cheeks. He was so close, if he just tilted his head up -just a centimeter- he could meet his lips with hers- but he knew it was better to wait. "Good things come to those who wait," whoever said that was right when it came to Marinette. She was edging closer, feather caresses of their lips.

Just a little more. Just a little more-

    The voice of Indila interrupted the two. A surprised Marinette regained her clumsiness as she knocked her forehead with Adrien's, who jumped when he heard the lyrics blaring out of Marinette's phone. Hands reaching up to rub her sore head, the rest of Marinette's body fell against Adrien's with an "Oof!", her head narrowly missing his as she landed face first into the pillow Adrien was laying on.

    Adrien grunted as Marinette scrambled on top of him, a knee digging into his stomach at one point, as she lunged forward to grab her phone off of his nightstand. With the palm of her hand boring into the soft flesh between his pec and shoulder, Adrien held back a wince as Marinette answered her phone.

    "Hello?" Marinette greeted breathlessly, mouthing an apology to Adrien as she saw his face twitching in pain. She moved soundlessly until she was resting her head on his chest, the rest of her body curled against his side. With her buried between his arm and ribcage, Adrien settled back into his mattress, his free arm curled beneath his head as he did everything he could to not focus on the throbbing problem Marinette had caused.

    "Alya?" Marinette's body went stiff, tensing up next to him. She bolted up, nearly elbowing Adrien in her haste to get out of the bed. "No, no, no! I didn't forget, I swear! Can you just come ten minutes later? I-I forgot to clean my room!" Adrien sat up as well, watching Marinette in concern as she became a klutzy mess in front of him once more. Really, Adrien should have known to be better prepared as soon as he saw her clumsiness return. He should have. Then he could have stopped what happened next.

    "No, this is really dirty. I've been uh-" Marinette's foot slipped against the silk sheets of Adrien's bed. "I've been looking for a certain material. I'll see you in fifteen okay? Bye!" Marinette's goodbye to Alya came out as more of a screech as her aforementioned slip caused her to go hurtling to the floor.

    By the time Adrien had reached out to grab her, he had only managed to snatch her calf. This proved to be useless as he held the limb in his hand, lifting Marinette's left leg up as the rest of her was what seemed to be an uncomfortable tangle of limbs on the ground. Adrien bit back his laugh as he reached a hand down to help her up, ignoring the glare that she was sending his way as he pulled her up to her feet.

    "What was that about?" Adrien asked as Marinette grabbed her discarded tanktop -which was indeed next to his own shirt- and slid it on over her head. She sat down next to him as she tried to slip on her pink flats as quickly as she could.

    "I forgot that Alya and I were supposed to be meeting at my house to study for the test tomorrow. We were supposed to meet in five minutes. Ugh!" Adrien grabbed Marinette's wrist before she could slap herself in the face. "I'm so stupid! How could I have forgot?"

    "You're fine. You pushed it back, you'll be back in time." Adrien combed his fingers through her tangled hair, pulling through the knots as best as he could. He took the hair tie that had been lying on his bed from when he had taken it out of her hair during their... 'session'. He pulled her raven hair back into a ponytail, placing the tie around it as she finished putting her shoes on.

    "Yeah, you're right."

    "So you guys are studying for the physics exam tomorrow?" Marinette nodded, leaning back against his bare chest as he pulled her in closer to him, not quite ready to end their time. He buried his nose into her dark strands, smelling the faint scent of her strawberry vanilla shampoo. "I could come help you guys. I'm very good at physics." He nearly purred to her, pressing his lips against the back of her neck in a chaste kiss. Marinette hummed in response.

    "As great as that would be, it would be too suspicious if you showed up." Adrien knew that she was right, more than he would like to admit. But he couldn't stop her and keep her to himself because she wasn't his.

    Adrien watched as Marinette stood up, grabbing her handmade purse off of his nightstand before turning to him. "That was really sweet though, but," Marinette kissed Adrien's cheek to show him how grateful she was. "Maybe next time," Marinette whispered in a low voice, her lips brushing against the shell of Adrien's ear. "You can tutor me in other ways." She pulled away with a tantalizing smirk as she left Adrien in his bedroom, leaving through the door of his apartment after putting on a pair of sunglasses and a hat that she had designed.

    With his face a bright pink, Adrien fell back into his bed, burying his face into the chilly silk sheets to cool his burning skin. His bedding still smelled like her, as did most of his apartment; her perfume lingered around his apartment like a ghost, a haunting reminder of what he has done. Everywhere he went, whether it be the kitchen or bathroom or living room, their was always just a hint of a reminder that Marinette had been there too. There was always a memory (some more erotic while others were more tame) of what the two had done in the specific area. And it was consuming him whole.

He flipped over onto his back, staring at the ceiling that was a lot closer than the one he had at his father's house.

    "Geez kid, I'm starting to think that you moved out of your pop's house just so you can meet up with Marinette in private." Plagg sniggered at Adrien's glare, phasing through the pillow that his holder hurled at him. The kwami neared the eighteen year-old boy with a slice of camembert.

    "Get out." Adrien groaned, digging the heel of his palm into his eyes lightly in annoyance. He rubbed his eyes like that for a few moments, as if he were trying to wipe the image of Marinette in her pale blue bra, her porcelain skin being pressed against his own golden skin. Try to forget the picture of one of her bra straps sliding down the slope of her shoulder, the feeling of her dark hair tickling his face as she leaned in for a kiss- All these thoughts were not making it easier to get rid of the problem that Marinette had left him with.

    "Have unfinished business you need to handle?"

    "Out!" Plagg didn't have enough time to dodge the second pillow thrown at him. Adrien could hear the faint sound of Plagg's shriek of laughter before he shut the door to his room. Plagg was right about one thing, Adrien did have a situation that needed to be handled. The only problem was, how does he handle it?

    Laying back in his bed, Adrien pictured Marinette. If he focused hard enough, he could almost feel the feather-like touches of her lips on his skin. He could see her startling blue eyes looking up at him as she went lower and lower- Adrien threw his head back on his pillowless mattress, stifling a moan. He could feel the ghostly traces of Marinette's nails grazing against his thighs. Instead of a smirk on her pale pink lips, Marinette's mouth was curled into that big, confident smile that could make his heart rip from his chest.

    Ladybug began to flash within his images of Marinette, almost as if she were fighting to get attention from Marinette.

    Adrien's closed eyes began to twitch, trying his hardest to focus on Marinette and Marinette only. Eventually, after several minutes of Marinette and Ladybug both trying to take control of his thoughts, Adrien finally gave up. His hand moved from where it rested near his trousers up to his chest, his emerald eyes finally opening.

    Adrien would never get to have Marinette, not when Ladybug still takes a part of his heart. It wouldn't be fair to either one of them, Adrien included, if he could not give his entire heart to one. Sighing, Adrien pushed himself off of his messy bed, heading over to his connected bathroom.

    A cold shower it is then.

Here it is! The very first chapter of Casual Kisses! What did you guys think? I hope it was good!

Just in case you didn't catch it, Adrien no longer lives with his father, but in an apartment alone. This will be explained further in the book.

And no, Adrien does not love Marinette. This is just a feeling of lust, for now anyways. He will eventually, duh, but as of now he is just confused.

Anyways, this will be updated every other Thursday, with maybe a few updates before the scheduled day, depending on if I can write the chapter fast enough! These will be longer chapters, so please bear with me!

Until next time, peace!