Dangerous Games

The rest of the week had been frightful. Forced to spend hours around a partially naked Adrien had left Marinette's nerves raw, and her libido raging. She used her dildo until the batteries died, but she still wanted more. No matter how good the toy, it was no substitute for hot, pulsing, human flesh.

By Saturday, she was exhausted and frustrated. Tikki had abandoned her to hide in a kitchen cupboard with a stash of biscuits, claiming Marinette acted like a cantankerous bear when she didn't get any. Marinette scowled, unable to refute the comparison.

In an effort to distract herself, she sat on the couch and called Alya.

'Hey, M, how's it going?' Alya answered, breathlessly.

'Alya, are you running, or something?' Marinette asked, tilting her head.

'Or something,' Alya replied, slyly. There was a masculine grunt in the background.

Marinette sat up straight, eyes widening. 'Dear God, are you having sex?'

Alya laughed. 'You want to join us? I know it's been a while since you've gotten any.'

'Please, join us,' Nino shouted.

Marinette scrunched up her nose. 'I still don't see how two girls and one guy would work.'

'Oh, it works,' Alya promised. 'You just have to be creative, and not mind getting busy with another girl.'

Marinette hummed, unconvinced. 'I think I'll pass, for now. I'm not really into the polyamorous thing.'

'You're such a faithful little daisy, aren't you?' Alya crooned. 'Well then, how about I give you a play by play of what Nino and I are doing, and you can live vicariously through us?'

'I don't think - '

'We're on the bed, with Nino's hands tied to the frame with my dressing gown tie,' Alya interrupted. 'I'm riding him, alternating between hard and fast, and slow and sweet.'

Nino groaned, loudly.

Marinette hung up, rolling her eyes. It had been a long time since she'd last had sex, but she didn't feel she'd hit so low she needed to listen to Alya and Nino as they fucked.

Collecting her keys and purse, Marinette called out, 'Tikki, I'm going to the shops. You want anything?'

'More biscuits,' Tikki shrieked from within the cupboard.

'Of course,' muttered Marinette as she closed the apartment door behind her.

The day was warm, bordering on uncomfortable, as she walked down the street. Sweat collected between her shoulder blades, and ran down the valley between her breasts. The supermarket was air-conditioned, however, and turned the sweat into an unpleasant, chilly mess that stuck her clothes to her skin.

She ignored the sensation, heading to the biscuit isle to search for Tikki's favourites. She then went and found a large packet of long-lasting batteries, ideal for high powered devices. Feeling the contents of her basket were a bit too suspect, she grabbed some bread, pasta, fresh fruit, and toilet paper.

As she was comparing the ingredients of two brands of pasta sauces, she felt a presence behind her. Turning, she saw Adrien grinning down at her.

'Good afternoon, Marinette. Fancy meeting you here.'

She nearly dropped the jars. 'Adrien. Hello. What're you doing here?' she asked, her panic making it sound more aggressive than she intended.

Adrien didn't seem to notice. 'I was looking around, checking out the area. I was thinking of moving in somewhere around here,' he explained.

'Oh. Well, this is a very good area. Lots of areas which are peaceful and affordable. Good neighbourhood area,' she babbled, nodding the entire time.

Adrien's eyes widened. 'You sound like you know the neighbourhood pretty well. Do you live around here, by any chance?'

Marinette resumed nodding. 'Uh-huh. About three blocks that way,' she replied, though both hands remained still, firmly clenched around the jars of sauces.

Adrien laughed, brushing off her gaffe. 'Maybe you could show me around, some time.'

Marinette nodded, again. 'Yeah, sure. I'd be happy to.'

'Awesome, thank you.' Adrien smiled beatifically at her.

Marinette closed her eyes and sighed. That could have gone worse, she thought.

She opened her eyes to see Adrien was still standing in front of her, but his eyes were fixed on a point well below her chin.

Looking down instinctively, Marinette saw that her pale pink tank top was still stuck to her skin. She had foregone wearing a bra, so her nipples were clearly visible and had hardened in the cool air.

Marinette squeaked, dropping both jars into her basket and hunching her shoulders as she tried to cover herself with her arms. Her basket, however, was awkward and heavy, forcing her to let it hang in her grip once more. She doubled over, humiliated beyond words.

A warm hand patted her back. 'Here, give me the basket,' Adrien said, holding out a hand.

She relinquished it without protest, snatching her arms back once he had taken it. He hefted the load, smiling sympathetically down at her when she looked up at him.

'Come on, let's get this finished so you can go home,' he said.

Marinette whined quietly and nodded, her face still burning.

'If I had a spare shirt, I'd give it to you,' Adrien continued. He looked over his shoulder at her when they reached the registers.

Marinette was still curled tightly in on herself, barely able to look at him. Suddenly, she missed having Alya for a roommate. Alya would never let her go outside in a partially transparent top without a bra.

Soft warmth suddenly surrounded her. Opening her eyes, Marinette saw Adrien standing over her, topless, as he draped his shirt over her. She peered up at him, too shocked to speak.

He smiled at her, then began unloading her items at a self-serve register. He ran her purchases over the scanner as she slid her arms through the sleeves, then fastened a few crucial buttons.

By the time she had sorted herself out, Adrien had already swiped his credit card through the machine.

'Whoa, you didn't have to do that,' she yelped, holding her hands out as if she could stop it.

'I know,' he shrugged. 'I just thought it was the right thing to do.'

Marinette felt her eyes prickle as she looked up at him. 'I don't know how to thank you.'

Adrien chuckled as he lifted the grocery bags. 'You could just say "thank you."'

She clutched the hem of his shirt, her gaze drifting to the floor. 'Thank you,' she murmured.

'You're very welcome. Come on, I'll carry these back for you.'

Marinette squeaked, and trotted along to catch up. She led him back to her apartment, grateful she had cleaned up that morning.

'You can set those down here,' she said, patting the benchtop of her kitchenette.

'Yes, Ma'am.'

Marinette stood on the other side of the counter, fiddling with a loose thread in the hem of Adrien's shirt. 'Thanks for this, really. I can't believe I just walked outside like that.'

'It was my pleasure, Marinette. After all, I couldn't just let a pretty girl walk around practically naked. Who knows what sort of attention you might have attracted.'

She felt heat rush to her face. He thinks I'm pretty, her thoughts screeched.

Suddenly his hands were on her shoulders, and gently spinning her around. She hadn't even heard him approach. Then, he snaked his arms under hers, and began undoing the few buttons she had fastened. He moved slowly, his hands barely brushing her breasts as he popped each button.

Marinette gulped, shocked, but not unpleasantly so, as Adrien eased the shirt from her body. His hands caressed her skin as the shirt slid down her arms, his touch seeming to linger, even after the shirt was free.

Then, his phone chimed.

'I have to get going,' he said, still standing behind her.

She heard the rustle of fabric as he pulled his shirt back on, and did the buttons up. Then, she felt his hands grip her hips. He leaned in, close enough for his chest to press into her back, and his lips to graze her cheek.

'See you later, Marinette.' He kissed her cheek, while his thumbs rubbed absently against her skin. 'Take care of yourself.'

Then, he was gone.

Marinette's knees gave out the moment the door clicked shut. 'But I want you to take care of me,' she whined. 'Get back here and finish what you started.'