Imagine a future moment in your life where all your dreams come true, you know? It's the greatest moment of your life and you get to experience it with one person.

Who's standing next to you?
- Peyton Sawyer
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⚠️ PG-13 references in this chapter.
No actual smut⚠️

Adrien made his way to Marinette's front door and searched around in his pocket for his key. As much as Alya wasn't overly fond of this arrangement to begin with, she soon began to understand Marinette's reasoning when Adrien would basically be pounding down the door every morning to get Marinette up for work. With the constant hangovers she's having at the moment, dealing with Paris' top voted 'cutest couple' was not on her to do list. She'd only just returned home after a rather hard night out with her 'friends' and just wanted to go to bed.

Since she had stepped away from Nino and their relationship, Alya had turned to alcohol. It was the only way to numb out the pain. None of her friends knew this about her though. She just told Marinette she'd got some night work from the internship, allowing her to find some new and less proper friends.

"Good morning, Alya." Adrien chirped, as he walked into the house holding his usual coffees for himself and Marinette. Sometimes she really did detest that perfect smile on his perfect face, and his perfect relationship with his perfect girlfriend, who also happens to be her perfect best friend.

"Whatever." Alya wandered out the kitchen holding a glass of water and taking a tablet, Adrien followed her up the stairs.

"Late night last night?" Adrien chuckled.

"Ugh! Get out my face and go sleep with your girlfriend." Alya goes to her room and slams the door. Adrien laughs again.

"Oh, I plan too." He exclaims as he walks towards Marinette's room.

The house consisted of three bedrooms; two double sized with en-suites and a smaller one which is a mix between Marinette's design room and Alya's news room. There is also a separate bathroom, kitchen/diner and lounge.

Even though he knew he wouldn't get any answer, he knocked gently on the door balancing the coffee cups in one hand. After a couple of seconds he walked in and smiled at the sight before him. Marinette was tangled in her bedsheets. One leg over the quilt, hair sprayed out everywhere, wearing small, tight pink pants and again talking in her sleep. Shutting the door behind him, he made his way over to Tikki and gave her a little stroke on the head. Plagg soon flew out his pocket and onto Tikki's little bed cuddling up to her and falling asleep.

"Adrien, transform and let me feel your leather on me." Adrien turned his head to Marinette hoping she'd woken up. Low and behold she was still asleep, however a smile was beginning to creep across her face as she began giggling. Adrien sat down at her desk and watched her for a while, he knew she could be kinky but what was leaving her mouth at that precise moment was pure filth.

"Spank me, Chat ... um yeah ... harder!" Adrien couldn't help but oblige his lady, walking over and spanking her on her tight pink shorts. Her eyes opened and she bolted to a sitting position.

"Good morning Bugaboo!" Adrien said with a clown like smile on his face.

"What the hell did you do that for?" She squealed at him.

"You told me too, Purrrincess! Ask and you shall receive." Adrien bowed and then sat next to her on the bed. She curled into his chest, burying her head away from the world.

"I was sleep talking again, wasn't I?"

"You sure were m'lady. You love boosting my ego don't you?" She smacked him on the thigh as she groaned. Laughing he squeezed her into him. "Why do you still get so embarrassed? I've got quite a good idea of your little kinks."

"Kinks? Oh my God! What did I say?" She pulled away from Adrien and looked at his big green eyes.

"Let's just say poor old Adrien wasn't enough for you. You wanted the alter-ego out."

"Leather? Or the belt?"

"Leather this time." Marinette could slap the smirk off his gorgeous face, however she went for the second choice. Straddling him and kissing him. His hands positioned on her buttocks before running them under her bed-shirt and up her bare back.

"As much as I would love to have some naked dancing with you right now, we have exactly ..." he pulled one of his hands from under her shirt and checked his watch "fifty-two minutes until my folks will be arriving and taking us to the airport. Are your bags ready?"

Climbing off Adrien she made her way over to the suitcases in the corner. They were off to London for two weeks to open a new boutique along with showcasing at London Fashion Week. Marinette was excited, yet worried to be leaving Alya. Since splitting with Nino she seems to be on a downward spiral. She's noticed Alya has been out a lot during the nights and not returning until early morning; drunk and disorderly.

She'd gone out following her a few times as Ladybug, but all she's noticed is that she goes to the same bar. Nothing seemed too out the normal, apart from the amount she was drinking. She had decided once she arrived home from London she was going to confront Alya and hold an intervention, with the help of Adrien and, she was hoping, Nino.

"My clothes are in one case; the new designs in the other, and then ..." she pulled out a suit bag, "my evening gowns."

"I'm praying they're like the Paris gala dress." Adrien was pretty much drooling at the memory of Marinette's beautiful mauve dress. She modelled it herself for the company photoshoots, and Adrien had begged his father to let him model alongside her. He wasn't surprised the dress flew off the racks, it was a beautiful dress and she looked like a Goddess in it. The perfect model, his mother had called her, and the photoshoots had been what made them top the Paris' most perfect couple list; beating Ladybug and Chat Noir, much to their amusement.

"Oh kitty, you know they're going to be better!" She smoothly said, adding a quick wink.

Adrien groaned and flopped back on her bed.

"You do realise I have to work at these events, and you just waltz around looking like a top class supermodel! I swear you just like playing games with me."

Laughing, Marinette made her way back over to Adrien and sat on his lap, placing a soft kiss on his lips before blowing a raspberry on his neck.

"If you've left a mark you do know my father will kill you." They were both laughing as Adrien started to get his own back. Grabbing Marinette round the waist he pinned her down against the bed. Holding her wrists in one of his big hands, he lifted her tee and placed his lips on her stomach. Blowing out air onto her bare skin, he made the loudest noise he could. She was laughing and screaming when the door to her bedroom slammed open. Tikki and Plagg quickly woke up and phased through into Marinette's cupboard.

"OH MY GOD! You two! Some of us are trying to sleep! It's bad enough having to hear you two having sex on a frequent basis, I don't want to have to hear Marinette screaming at eight o'clock in the morning." Alya was standing at the door looking like a head teacher scalding two naughty children. Adrien and Marinette sat up and apologised to Alya, promising to keep the volume down. Once she'd shut the door Marinette sighed.

"I just don't know what's wrong with her." Marinette rested her head on Adrien's shoulder. "I'm really worried. All she does is drink and sleep."

"Did anything come from following her?" Adrien asked, he could feel the worried feelings flowing out of Marinette.

"Nope. She's been going to the same bar nightly. I wasn't able to get in through any windows and there's no chance I will be heading in as Marinette. Not a place for sweet, innocent girls like me."

Adrien snorted.

"Sweet and innocent my ass, little Miss leather kink. I'm sure you could hold your own in there. It's not like you're a typical damsel in distress."

Marinette grabbed her pillow and smacked him round the face.

"Plagg's rubbing off on you too much!"

"I don't think so pig tails! This is all him." Plagg flew down to sit on Marinette's lap. He snuggled down before looking up at her face. "I've missed you Marinette, your looking very pretty this morning." Marinette rolled her eyes at Plagg.

"Tikki, show him where the cheese is?"

"Thank you Bug!" The two kwami's flew off and into a cupboard holding all their food supplies.

"If you're that worried about Alya whilst we're away, I can always pass the Miraculous to Carapace and he can keep an eye out for her." Adrien could feel the tension in Marinette ease when he spoke his plan.

"Do you think he would mind? I know how awkward it'll be for him."

"Pass me the bracelet and I'll take Wayzz over now before we leave. You best be ready by the time I'm back though."

"I promise! I'm not ALWAYS late you know." Adrien rolled his eyes as Marinette pulled out the turtle miraculous and held it out for Adrien. He called out his transformation before taking the box from Marinette.

"Do you, Chat Noir, promise to deliver this Miraculous to a safe holder who will serve and protect whilst we are away in England?"

"Mari, I love you but really? You need to give me 'the talk'."

"I like taking my guardian duties seriously!"

"Fine," Adrien takes a deep breath, "I, Chat Noir, promise to take my duty to the Miraculous seriously and give this Miraculous to a holder who will protect those related to it, including their values and identities. I will also make sure the Miraculous is returned safely into the hands of the sexiest miraculous guardian who ever exist. Happy?" He questions.

"Extremely." She replied, kissing him on the lips. "I promise I'll be ready by the time you're back."

"Is that a challenge?"

"I believe so, minou."

"Game on."

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Fifteen minutes later, Marinette was showered, dressed and adding the finishing touches to her make up. A breeze in her room made her aware of a stray cat entering.

"Welcome back." She greeted not turning away from the mirror. Adrien dropped his transformation and gave Plagg some Camembert. Plagg rushed to Marinette's bag to settle in with Tikki.

"The turtle is moving out of his shell." Adrien clicked his fingers and pointed to Marinette.

"What the 'Jagged Stone' does that mean?"

"It means he's in." Adrien replies glumly. He can never understand why she doesn't find him as funny as he did himself.

"Some of your jokes are funny." Marinette answered his thought, continuing with her mascara. Whenever one of them displayed an emotion of sadness they tapped into their new powers to figure out why. She finished her make up and walked over to Adrien placing her arms around his neck.

"I love you, chaton."

"I love you too, you little nightmare."

Marinette checked her look in the mirror before giving herself an nod. She was wearing khaki combat pants and an off the shoulder black fishnet jumper, this was then teamed with the black Louboutine heels Adrien had brought her for her birthday. Her hair was braided and hanging over one shoulder. Adrien's phone buzzed in his pocket.

"Hi Ma. Yeah that's fine. We'll make our way outside now. Ok, see you shortly." Adrien turns to Marinette, "You ready m'lady? London awaits!"

Adrien took the two cases as Marinette held onto the suit bag. She stopped and looked at Alya's door one last time, hoping and praying that her best friend would be ok.