Chapter 6: What does this make us?

[Important notes] I realised that in chapter 4, I accidentally changed from Marinette wearing shorts to a skirt, so I'm just gonna clarify that she's wearing SHORTS and not a skirt.

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The tension was thick in the room. So thick, a butter knife wouldn't even be able to pierce it.

She knew she should ask.

But how could she?

She watched as his eyes scanned the room noticeably attempting to avoid her gaze.

She really wanted to ask.

But would she be allowed to? I mean, she had just kissed him without his permission.

She held back a sigh. This was stupid. She was an adult for goodness sake! They were both adults so they should've been able to talk it over like responsible, mature adults would.

She bit her lip involuntarily sending a spike of heat down below. Well that was a new thing to add to the list.

Damian's hair...cherries....lip-biting....Damian's hands....

Damian.

His voice broke him out of her thoughts. "Don't apologise."

She watched as his eyes finally found his face. Before she could utter a word, he carried on. "I told you I'd be alright with it. It's my fault for overreacting."

Overreacting.

His fault.

All thoughts of tracing her fingers along his lips vanished - although the ones about walls remained stuck in her head refusing to leave - and she scoffed.

His eyebrows furrowed.

She gave a heavy sigh and ran her fingers through her hair, slumping her back on the wall then looked down and back at him, straight in the eyes.

He shifted as though ready to stand, but hesitated and remained sitting hugging the cushions tighter. His voice filled the room. "What's wrong?"

Her eye twitched. She was so sick and--and tired of all of this.

She pushed herself away from the wall but opted to stay where she was by the wall. "Let's just stop with this. It's stupid."

He frowned. "Stop with what?"

She frowned. "Stop apologizing for my mistakes. Stop acting like your not disgusted with the way I am right now. Stop being so nice."

She watched as his eyes scanned hers before dropping them to the pile of cushions in his lap. He smiled, a bitter smile and lifted his eyes back up to hers.

He rubbed a hand down his face, the smile still stuck there. "You know what?" his tone had changed and he sounded..annoyed. "Fine."

She watched him carefully. She'd heard about his moods from his brothers, but she'd never seen them before. He'd always acted so calm and sure of himself when he was around her. So friendly. Sure they bickered sometimes, but it was out of friendly banter.

The strange thing was that she wasn't scared.

Dare she say that she may have even..enjoyed it.

She flinched as he sighed and removed his hand from his face, his bitter smile replaced with sad eyes. He looked as though he were contemplating something.

She chose to break yet another silence. "Let's talk."

His eyes met her again and she took a step towards him before the tiniest bit of logic in her reminded why she was so far in the first place. And so she chose to place herself in her armchair.

"I'm sorry." Her voice was small and light and she felt refreshed muttering those words and meaning it with every fiber of her being. "I'm so sorry for getting you involved in all of this."

He chuckled. It still wasn't cheerful, but it was something. "I got myself involved in it."

His words left a bitter taste in her mouth. "Can you stop being so self-righteous. Please. Just--just let yourself be selfish. At least this once. With me."

His gaze was intense. Before when they'd always found their eyes locked to one another, it was less--steamy. There were sparks fizzing in the air and--

He threw a cushion across the room breaking their connection and grumbled. "You want to know why I have cushions on my lap right?" She left her mouth shut waiting for him to carry on. "I'm not nice Marinette."

Marinette. She shifted in her seat.

"If anything, I'm a lying, dirty piece of shit who shouldn't even be around you right now. Especially when you're so vulnerable."

Her eyebrows frowned. What--

She took a sharp inhale as he shot up from the couch and made his way over. Her eyes remained on his face as she attempted to magically push him away or get swallowed up by the chair.

"You can't come closer or I'll--"

"Jump me right?" Her eyes guilty flicked to the side before meeting his eyes again. He stopped just in front of her and bent down to make them eye level. "You told me to be selfish Marinette. I'm not taking orders from you."

She gulped attempting to sink further back in the chair and her eyes darted side to side looking for an escape route.

"What if I want you to do it?"

Her eyes froze mid-search and found their way back to his. "What?"

He leaned in closer. "What if I want to help you with your...heat?"

Her head slowly shook and her cheeks began to heat up. "I-I can't let you do that. That's too much--"

His hand cupped her cheek and she leaned into his touch - involuntarily may I add - and sighed.

Her heart sped up as his thumb found the side of her bottom lip and she grabbed at his arm in an attempt to pull it away.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her up, her body - stupid body - more than happy to oblige and follow him up.

His hand slipped off her cheek and she immediately missed it's heat, but then it found it's way tangled loosely around her hand. She looked down but he forced her chin back up with his free hand.

"Can I?" It seemed as though he were less angry and more pleading for something. She looked at his face curiously and slowly nodded.

Her heart found its way speeding up and her legs shook (not out of fear, but rather excitement) as his head found it's way on her shoulder face down and he seemed to relax. The tension in the room seemed to slink away and some warm breeze from the window she'd only just realised was open pulled the curtains away allowing a line of sunlight to touch his hair and drag her attention to it. She wanted to touch it so badly but she also didn't want to ruin whatever moment they were having right now.

Whoever Barbara was speaking to, she was sure taking a hell of a long time and Tikki had suspiciously disappeared along with the last cookie in the cookie jar.

She closed her eyes listening to the sound of his breathing. It was slow and steady but seemed to hitch for a second before carrying on. He was hesitant about something.

"You said I could be selfish right?"

She slowly nodded making sure not to shake too much. She tensed as his fingers wrapped tighter around her hand and he pulled her hand down her stomach.

She let out a shaky sigh attempting to block any bad thoughts from ruining this moment.

He, on the other hand, didn't seem to share the sentiment as his voice broke through. His fucking sexy, deep voice.

"Please don't pull away."

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion and his vacant hand found a spot on her back keeping her in place and their hands continued their journey down.

She gulped and her voice wavered. "What--what are you--" she bit her lip letting out a slow - involuntary - squeak, her voice low with lusty hormones, as he guided her hand onto something...hard and--and hot.

"This is what you do to me. I can't help it."

His face dug deeper into her shoulder as he stifled a groan. Her fingers twitched.

Was this right? Should she be doing this with this man? She'd regret it later and she was willing to be he would too. She didn't want to use him for his body.

But - a silent part of her mind joined in the conversation - despite only knowing him for two months, she liked him. She liked the way he looked at her and she liked his smile. She liked his hair and she'd be lying if she said that every time they touched, even if by accident, her heart sped up.

He was making a proposition. A very tempting one.

Her fingers twitched again and she wasn't sure if it was out of plain curiosity, but her thumb found it's way tracing the bulge in his pants and his sharp intake of breath sent shivers down her spine.

She made his feel this way. She made him hard.

Her eyes closed as she attempted to burn the feeling of his cock into her head...but - the logical part in her brain took over shoving the silent part back into a corner - this wasn't what she wanted. This was lust.

He was just lusting over her. She wanted more. She wanted to go to bed with his arms wrapped around her waist every night and wake up with his breath fanning her hair and have to slowly lift his arms up in a attempt to peel herself away only for him to grumble dissatisfied and pull her back in and her to quietly chuckle and attempt to push him off the bed. She wanted to bake his favourites for him and beam when he took a bite and tell her that she was the best thing that had ever happened to him. She wanted more.

She wanted his love.

But maybe - the silent part barged back in - maybe just for this month or two, she could allow herself this temporary sanctuary.

She trembled as another two fingers wrapped around him and his intake of air grew quicker.

Maybe like she'd told him to be selfish, she'd let herself be greedy. Just this once.

Besides, he wanted it too...

"I hate your guts."

Her eyes shot open and she looked down flinging her hand off him and tensing as his head tiredly made it's way up. "What?" her voice trickled with fear.

He looked up. "I said Barbara's gonna be back soon."

Oh.

She cleared her throat.

His eyes scanned her face before he slowly retreated backwards. She instantly missed his warmth.

He cleared his throat. "I-I'm gonna go and uh--" he indicated towards the stairs.

She nodded - a bit too quickly - "Yeah. Yeah, I'll just-" her eyes scanned the room looking for something to do and landed on the discarded cushions.

He opened his mouth to speak, closed it, then slowly released his voice into the world. "You can call me for a--" his cheeks burst a deep red, "--help." He turned around heading to the bathroom upstairs before pausing as he took his first step. "Just give me a call, or..drop by." He carried on leaving her staring ahead before breaking herself out of her daze and moving to pick up the cushions.

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Barbara stumbled through the door laughing and bid a quick goodbye to whoever was on the other side of that call tucking the phone safely into her bag.

She walked down the hall and found Marinette in the living room placing one last cushion back in its rightful place. "Where's Damian?"

Marinette jumped at the sudden company and swung around sighing. "Jesus Barbs, how can you sneak up on someone in those heels?"

Barbara chuckled amused. "You need to be more prepared. Anyone could sneak up on you."

Marinette rolled her eyes. "Well I don't have a boyfriend who can hide a fricking gun in his pants without looking like he's got a hard on 24/7."

Before Barbara could send a remark back, Damian came stomping down the steps drawing their attention. He froze at the sight of Barbara.

She grinned. "There he is!" Damian's eyes flicked to Marinette but she shrugged.

Barbara pulled his arm with amazing strength. "C'mon. Old Papa bat wants to speak to you."

Damian allowed himself to be whisked away by the older woman; he knew that if he so much as hurt a single strand of hair on her head, he'd be hearing from his older brother.

Barbara let go of Damian's arm satisfied with the knowledge that he wasn't going to fight back.

With one last wave and a wink in Marinette's direction, she gave her farewells telling Damian she'd wait in the car as the two younger adults - and I quote - "made out on the kitchen table while they pretended to be saying goodbye".

The door slammed shut and the previous spark in the room began to slowly ignite. He rubbed his hand in his hair again. "What does this make us?"

She chuckled awkwardly. "Friends with benefits?"

He nodded slowly, his eyes piercing her sending another jolt down below. He cleared his throat and turned towards the door. "I guess I'll see you later."

She hummed in agreement.

He paused as he opened the door. "If anything happens, call me. And lock your windows. Also, you need to get new curtains in your bedroom, yours are too light. You could catch a cold and--"

She stopped him with an unsuspecting shove through the door and an "I get it dad" before giving him a cheeky grin and shutting the door.

A beat went by before she heard his footsteps depart.

She remained facing the door, the earlier warm breeze from the window making her shiver.

No.

Wait.

Something was wrong.

Her eyes narrowed but she remained facing the door and after a second passed, she flew into action landing an elbow on her attacker. A grunt and a thump was heard, but as she turned around ready to fight, she froze and her eyes went wide. In an instant, her shoulders slumped and she gave out an exasperated sigh.

"Adrien?"

The man clad in leather and blonde hair accompanied with fake cat ears attempted to grin back but winced as he held his nose in pain.

"Hey Bugaboo."

Drama!!!!

I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I sure did! XD Wow, I haven't felt this satisfied ever since I updated 'Go Float Yourself'. That was so refreshing.

Also, surprise!!! Adrien's joined the party. Although, I guess it's not that surprising considering his name's in the tags and all, but whatever!

Feel free to comment and ask questions like: 'Omg! Why's Adrien here???' or 'Ooooh, what's going to happen now that Damian and Marinette have formed some sort of relationship???'

Also, after writing this chapter, I've decided to add 'slow burn' to the tags because sappy feeling have decided to get in the way of the smuttttt!