Day 7: Skype Sex
It's 3am, I'm gonna cut to the shit and get down and dirty quick 

edit: I fell asleep and finished at noon30

"It sucks that we're spending our one year anniversary away from each other," Marinette sighs. She's sitting at her computer, one foot on her chair, her chin propped up on her knee.

"I wish I could be there. Leave it to my father to spring something up," Adrien sighs as well.

Video chatting through Skype is how they spent most of their nights, but they hadn't anticipated sharing the night of their one year anniversary on it either.

Marinette pouts softly. "We could be cuddled up in bed together," she whines.

"And not patrolling the city?" Adrien asks, so shocked, so appalled.

Marinette sighs dramatically. "Clearly after our civic duties as the guardians of this oh so beloved city, Adrien."

Adrien chuckles. "What would you do if I was there?" He asks, giving a wink.

"Listen, if you're going to come at me with this fuckboy shit on the night of our one year anniversary, I will not hesitate in hanging up on you, Adrien Agreste," Marinette warms, pointing a finger to the screen. His laughter fills her ears.

"I just love your reaction, though," he sighs, leaning into his propped up palm, as he stares at her lovingly. "But if I really was there though, Princess, first, I'd undress with you my eyes."

Marinette purses her lips, biting down on her bottom one lightly. "Oh," she murmurs. There's a thought on her mind and she's considering it. She considers thinking about it some more before she decides to not think at all.

"You mean like this?" She asks, lifting her shirt over her head.

Adrien's eyes widen and he straightens in his chair. "I-I, um, yes," he stammers first a moment.

Marinette's heart is hammering in her throat. She's setting down her shirt on the ground, looking at the screen. "Then what?" She asks.

Adrien runs a hand through his hair, rubbing the back of his neck. "I would... I would kiss you. Kiss your neck, kiss that little sweet spot behind your ears."

As Adrien described, Marinette would pass her fingers across the aforementioned skin. She passed her fingers along her neck and behind her ear, drawing a little shiver from her.

"And... And then what?" Marinette questions, struggling to keep looking at the screen.

Adrien clears his throat lightly. "I... I would, um, I would let your hair down," he continues.

Marinette brings her hands up to her pigtails, tugging on the elastic keeping them up. She shakes her head lightly, her hair cascading on her shoulders.  She gives a light hum in confirmation, letting him know to continue.

"Then, I would, I would remove your bra."

They both paused for a moment.

This was a first time thing for both of them. Marinette wasn't sure how this whole thing was going to go. They've had had a sexual relationship, but over Skype? It was like, a whole new territory. And on top of that, it was like... embarrassing? At least for Marinette.

But, she was committed to this and she wasn't going to let Adrien down after all she's done. She reaches behind herself and unclasps her bra, slipping it off slowly before letting it drop off her fingers delicately.

Adrien swallowed thickly. "A-And I would caress your breasts, play with your nipples."

Marinette followed Adrien's words. With her two hands, she cups her breasts from below, gently massaging in a rhythmic motion. One hand came forward and pinched a nipple, making a small, satisfied hum come from Marinette.

"And then what, kitty?" Marinette asks, her voice airy as she imagined her partner doing this for her.

"Marinette," Adrien sighs lowly. "I miss you, I want you so bad," he whines, shifting in his chair.

"Well? Go on, continue to tell me how much you want me," she replies.

"I'd kiss your body all over, from the tips of your ears, down your neck, your chest. Make my way down your tummy and stop just before your panty line..." Adrien's voice trails off as he watches one of Marinette's hands follow his course.

"And then?" Marinette asks, her body arching towards her fingers. 

"Can I take off your shorts, Princess?" He asks.

Marinette looks at the screen. She was surprised by how turned on she was and if she wasn't as turned on as she was then, she would probably comment how cute Adrien looked with his eyes wide like saucers.

"Of course, kitty," she replies, standing from her chair. Marinette pushes her chair back some, allowing herself enough space to remain in the camera's view. 

Adrien watched, eyes wide as he drank the view. Marinette slipped off her shorts, let them fall off her fingers. He had to shift in his chair. "Before you sit down, Princess, can you take off your panties too?" He asks.

Marinette smirks slightly. "Kitty, you're being so needy tonight," she muses.

Adrien leans back in his chair, his hands moving below the frame of the camera's angle. "I, well, I can't help it when you're just so..." his voice trails off, distracted with the sight of Marinette removing her panties. 

"So...?" Marinette mimics, dropping the final piece of clothing to the ground, leaning close to the camera.

"So beautiful," he sighs.

Marinette lets out a sultry giggle, sitting back in her chair. "And then what would you do to me, kitty? I'm all here for you," she sings, bringing one of her fingers up to her lips to bite.

It takes Adrien a minute to process. He swallows thickly, clearing his throat. Marinette can hear the sounds of unzipping offscreen, Adrien looking down at himself before looking back at her. "C-Can I touch you?" 

"I love how you were the one in charge here and now you're asking so much permission." She runs her hand through her hair, bringing it down her neck and across her chest.

"We, well, I can't just have my way with you, I have to be polite," Adrien stammers.

"Have you considered that maybe, just maybe, I'd like for you to have your way with me?" Marinette asks, massaging at her breasts again.

"You would?" Adrien asks. Marinette simply hums in confirmation. He lets out a small 'oh', nodding to himself. "Okay, well then, I'd like to touch you," he says.

Marinette lets out an airy giggle. "You're already touching me, silly," she replies.

"N-No, I mean, I'd like to touch your thighs. Massage your thighs, the inner parts," he explains.

"There we go," she muses, her hands coming down from her chest to trail offscreen to her thighs. Marinette shifts slightly as she massages and squeezes her thighs, her hums bordering on moans.

"Then, I want to feel how warm and wet you are," Adrien continues.

"My, my, kitty." 

There's embarrassment. It's one thing doing it in person, it's a whole other when it's said out loud. Still, Marinette's not going to let this embarrassment stop her from seeking that pleasure.

Marinette brings her hands between her thighs, gently rolling over her clit. That does bring out a little moan from her. "I-I'm very warm. And also wet," she sighs, biting her lip.

Adrien gives a long hum. "I want to feel how warm you are inside. Starting with one finger."

Marinette nods, using her middle finger to gently insert it into herself. "O-Oh, it's very," she pauses to clear her throat. "It's very warm," she murmurs.

"Add another finger," Adrien says after a moment. 

Marinette does as he says, inserting her index finger as well, letting out a well-earned moan. "Oh, Adrien,"

"Can you finger yourself for me, Princess? Finger yourself and imagine that it's me doing it for you?" 

Marinette nods, replying with a small, shaky hum of confirmation. It takes a couple seconds, but it doesn't take much for more hums and moans to fill up Adrien's ears. She starts out slow and gentle, much like Adrien does, before she's building the intensity.

Marinette's leaning back in her chair, her head tilted back as she's working herself. It's not the same as Adrien, she's not able to reach that angle that she loves, but she's still able to get some pleasure just from listening to Adrien and imaging that it's him. 

In the end, she wasn't able to reach her climax as easily as Adrien was, but the two of them were left in a little masturbation glow. 

"I promise I'll make you feel better when I come back home, Princess."