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The blonde boy's hand swiped in front of Marinette's body. "Listen, my parents should be fine with Adrien hanging out. You just need to act like you're the one talking."
Marinette's mouth smiled at the notion. "Right, it might look strange if Adrien addressed them as Mother and Father with Marinette's voice."
The infectious smile spread to Adrien's face, despite the whirlwind they were dealing with today. If only for the moment, Marinette's mind relaxed. It was so much easier to talk to Adrien when she wasn't staring at his face. "Actually it's Maman and Papa, if I called them Mother and Father then they would definitely know something's up." She elaborated.
In a stroke of luck, her mother was at the register. An entire line of customers stood, ready to be waited on. Upon seeing the two, Sabine smiled and nodded to the stairs before tending to the onslaught of customers. The two teens nodded back. Once halfway up the stairs, they both felt able to breathe again.
"Well, Adrien why don't you go up to my room and I'll come up in a minute alright?" Marinette's voice said while Adrien's legs took her over to the kitchen.
The tiniest amount of Chat Noir swelled in Marinette's chest. "Alright Marinette, just don't take me into the bathroom alright?" And as soon as the wink was away, terror filled his head while watching his body turn sharply towards the bedroom stairs.
'Did I just say that?! What the heck! Sweet innocent Marinette wouldn't have been thinking that but NOW she is!'
Marinette had her own look of terror plastered on Adrien's face. Almost as though he had read her mind! Of course she wasn't being lewd, rather she actually needed to pee. All that would have to wait though.
'Earrings...how am I gonna wear earrings as Adrien?!' In a panic, she quickly bolted, only to stop at the bottom of the stairs. She whipped around, pleasantly surprised to not have ponytails swing into her face.
"Adrien?"
"Wha-y-yeah! What's up Marinette?" a mildly panicked looking Marinette said back.
She took a moment to notice how Adrien's natural posture had made Marinette look significantly better mannered. Her back was straighter, no slouching to be seen. Whereas she sometimes stood with weight on one hip, he stood to raise Marinette's small figure to its full height. Even at that, she took note of the height difference between them. It felt odd to look down on herself literally rather than figuratively.
"So I'm gonna go to the bathroom!" Marinette nearly shouted, tearing her eyes away from the shorter teen. Before Adrien could say a word, she was in her washroom. Not only did she need to get away from the Adrien overload she had experienced today, but she also reallyneeded to pee now, her anxiety only adding to the discomfort.
That is, until she looked in the mirror.
Okay, so she still had to pee, but there was absolutely NO WAY she was going to pee using ADRIEN AGRESTE'S BODY.
As though to confirm the truth that looked her in the mirror, the door rattled with a quick succession of open handed smacks.
"Marinette?!" Adrien's voice was very panicked and very un-Adrien like.
She quickly opened the door, stiff as a board.
"IswearIdidntdoanything!"
The air grew thick as the problem lay around them like a blanket of fog. "Well...can you hold it in? At least till Ladybug and Chat Noir fix this?" His own comment reminding him Ladybug was likely fighting the Akuma by herself at that moment.
And also reminding Marinette how much movement fighting as Ladybug involved. Adrien already knew the answer; he hadn't used bathroom since the night before.
She audibly deliberated, humming in the way one does when they have no choice, but they don't want to do something.
Like how she didn't want to pee using Adrien's body, but she didn't really have a choice.
Marinette rolled the blonde head around as though trying to wiggle out of the entire situation. "Mmmmeehhhhmmmm, no." She stated, cringing pitifully.
Adrien looked at the pink shoes he wore. Since there was no getting around this it seemed, the only thing to do was figure a way to do...this. Adrien was an abnormally organized teenager, having been raised on schedules. So quite naturally, his brain starting listing off bullet points.
"OK." He said, clapping his feminine hands in front of him, palm to palm. "First off...you can't look."
Her eyes widened at the mere mention of her doing so, face reddening to a dangerous level. It took all of her conscious brainpower to nod even slightly.
He kept going. "Two! You can't...aim." Slightly cringing at the weak euphemism. Her breathing was heavy as she repeated her previous nod.
"Soooooo," he said, tapping the corner of his (Marinette's) mouth with the hand he controlled. "What if...I mean, it's not like I haven't...ya know, seen it. He used Marinette's hand to gesture in the air vaguely, not to anything, just...more like a shrug where one raises their hand off their lips.
Marinette wasn't sure how to handle any of this. Passing out seemed like a good option though. The more he tried to work this out, the closer she came to simply dropping like a corpse.
"You can't touch it!" She yelled out. The words felt like a knee jerk reaction as they shot out Adrien's mouth.
Marinette's eyebrow quirked, "Wait but I mean, it's not a big deal for me..." he trailed off, allowing the implication to settle.
Adrien's head drooped, hands cover his face. "I just- I don't want my hands to touch it." Came her muffled voice.
Under her breath, she raised her head and elaborated to herself, the words not being heard by Adrien, "At least not like this." She mumbled. As soon as she realized the words had slipped the confines of her mind, she panicked, eyes darting to her own face. She breathed a sigh of relief when he spoke again.
"Umm, well I guess..." Adrien made Marinette's hand rub the back of her neck. "Do you have a towel or something?" He tried to smile to relax her, only succeeding in looking extremely uncomfortable.
She did relax slightly, taking a slight solace in that he was feeling as out of place as she was.
Wordlessly, she walked to the vanity where a hand towel sat on the edge of the sink bowl. Handing it to Adrien, she forced her mind to think on the akuma. The fact it was still rampaging grounded her enough to deal with the fact she was about to manhandle Adrien.
Or was it that Adrien was going to manhandle her? Or...himself? A shiver ran down her back at the innuendo of her phrasing.
A thought for another time.
Not sure how to proceed, (being a 15 year old girl and all) she shrugged and gave a slight "uhhhmm." Which prompted him to act.
"Oh! Right, sorry." He apologized, placing a guiding hand on his own back. He moved Marinette to stand in front of the toilet, raising both the lid and seat cover.
They both gulped, looking each other in the eye before Adrien broke it off first. Marinette's hands hovered around Adrien's waist as he tried to be as unawkward as possible.
Hard, given the situation.
Speaking of...
Adrien's face drained of color as she noticed an odd, unfamiliar body part for the first time. As soon as it was brought to her attention, the thought would not leave her mind alone.
And she wasn't the one making it move.
Credit should be given to her for not screaming outright. The fact that Adrien's jeans suddenly felt far too tight in the front alarmed her. Especially when it became worse as Marinette's hands undid the zipper.
Marinette's body suddenly began seizing with coughs, having choked on a particularly dangerous piece of air. Adrien was a bit too familiar with how tight his jeans felt on his waist and...other parts. The terrifying new factor being there was no possible way Marinette wasn't noticing it now too!
His 15 year old life felt like a pile of rubble now, a girl was literally experiencing what an awkward boner felt like, and not in the typical way. There simply weren't words to describe how panicked and anxious and downright mortified he felt. The redness of his face was certainly taking a stab at it though.
Soldiering on though, (if only through lack of choice) he finished unzipping the jeans. The two teens were speechless, not even daring to look at each other.
He had to make sure Marinette closed his eyes though.
He quickly regretted looking up as he saw his own mouth hanging open, looking completely paled, as he knew Marinette's face was as well. The eye contact was broken almost immediately as Adrien's face scrunched up in a very Marinette-type way.
Now at this point the author thought, and he thought, and he thought some more. There was simply no way he could describe how Adrien was forced to aim his own ding-dong for Marinette. The author didn't know how to tell the reader that Marinette felt every ridge of her own hand through the towel on her foreign body part.
Now in no way was Marinette attracted to herself. But in the forefront of her mind, the thought that Adrien was touching a very privarte part of her (or rather, himself but also her?) was a bit more than she could handle after the long list of the days events. So, the author, who was as red in the face as Marinette and Adrien were, decided he wasn't able to explain the shiver that Marinette felt run up Adrien's spine at the unfamiliar sensation.
No, instead the writer of this story chose to skip the entire section where Adrien had to aim his own erection into the toilet for the girl that could feel every sensation that he would have normally felt.
Hearing the telltale sound of a zipper being done back up, the author gathered the courage to look again on the scene and describe what he saw to the reader. Adrien's eyes were still screwed shut, and Marinette was shaking as Adrien used her legs to stand.
Adrien tried to speak, mouth opening and remaining quiet. Instead, Marinette's hand gave a hesitant tap to the other teen's arm.
Marinette refused to look only another second. Keeping Adrien's eyes pointedly upwards, she cautiously looked down his nose at her face. Shame overtook both their bodies and neither one was sure how to explain why. They hadn't really doneanything, but neither of them were keen on thinking about the situation.
If only their brains felt the same.
Adrien shuffled out of the bathroom, himself following a moment after. He sat Marinette down on the chaise, and she set him down on the desk chair. They sat in silence, both of them having two things on their mind.
First was the entire...thing that that just happened.
Second being, how in the world were they going to get away and transform?! Adrien's mind was quicker at solving that simply because he only had to get away for a moment. He could deal with questions and apologies afterwards.
Marinette though was a bit more stumped, after all, Adrien's ears weren't pierced.
Not to mention awkwardly running away with someone else's body.
Her determined mind put the last five minutes under the "freak out over later" file. She had to think this through.
Rapidly, ideas raced in her head. If she simply ran off, Adrien would certainly be suspicious. He would be extremely suspicious when seeing Ladybug (whom everyone in the school knew he thought very highly of) with his hair and body type and sudden being a boy-ness.
...Goddammit Hawkmoth.