two sugars, please
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“What happened?” Luka mumbles. His shirt is inside out.
“I watched a spooky video… on my phone. I… watched a horror video game?”
He’s rubbing at his face again. She likes the way he looks when he’s sleepy. “Why?”
“I forgot I was supposed to fall asleep.” Duh. “Now I’m… scared?”
“Marinette, do you pick every Halloween to do this? Or do you just like scaring me awake?”
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- Part 1 of two sugars, please
- Part 29 of all the lady noire fics izy's written
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Luka’s quick to smile, hogging a stolen pillow under him as he lays down on his bare stomach. “‘Ginseng tea’? What are you talking about?”
“It’s what you smell like to me,” Marinette murmurs. “You’ve always smelled like ginseng tea.”
How can he not smell it? How can he not scent that sweet and decadent aroma he himself exudes— the very same one that lulls her into softness? Warmth. Safety. Here within this bedroom, nothing can hurt her. Nothing can make her scared, or terrified, or worried about the future. His bedsheets, his pillows, his mattress, all of it smells like the very ginseng tea she nurses in her little cup, letting the billowing steam glide over the surface as she gently blows it off. Love is a cup of ginseng tea at four in the morning.
Love is Luka bringing her a cup of ginseng tea at four in the morning.
“What do I smell like to you?” she asks.
It takes him a while to respond. She’s nearly done drinking from her cup when he gains courage. “Mine.”
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- Part 2 of two sugars, please
- Part 5 of all the lady noire fics izy's written
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Marinette is in a predicament.
She is very, very tired. So tired, that she can’t do what she needs to do today. She’s also very, very antsy. So antsy, that she can’t not do what she needs to do today.
“Whatcha doin’?” Luka asks. She can hear him from the doorframe, leaning up against it like something out of a movie. He’s got a smile on his face, something half smirk and half genuine, bleeding at the corners of his lips as he no doubt looks her over.
“Having a moment,” she mumbles into their comforter.
“It reeks of anxiety in here,” he tells her with a worried laugh. Just the fact that he’s noticed; that he’s gone looking for her, and is here to listen and calm her down eases the tension just a smidge. He can help. He can probably help. He’s always probably helped. “What’s going on? Want to talk about it?”
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- Part 3 of two sugars, please
- Part 11 of all the lady noire fics izy's written
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“Put the hot glue gun down,” he snorts when she threatens to touch the nozzle-tip to his skin. “Come on, Kitty, don’t be mad at me.”
“I’m not mad.”
“Mmmm.”
“Not mad.”
“Mmmhmm.”
“No, no, not mad. I’ve only been wrapping presents for”—a quick glance at the clock—“five hours—”
“—We still have the whole day—”
“—only for you to come back into the house and bring more presents?” Marinette lets out a groan. “Luka, please don’t do this.”
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- Part 4 of two sugars, please
- Part 14 of all the lady noire fics izy's written
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“Your birthday is in three minutes.”
Well, she knew that, actually. Knew that really well. She was kind of born with the knowledge. Has been stimming at the idea of the following day, because Marinette likes presents and cake and silly string and colorful, rainbow banners.
“Oh.”
“So,” Luka says, “Happy Birthday.”
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- Part 5 of two sugars, please
- Part 7 of all the lady noire fics izy's written
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“Everything okay?”
“Everything’s okay.” She lets the silence linger until he’s narrowing his eyes at her, smile still on but more amused. Curious. Staring at their hardwood floors, she breeches the silence with a firm: “Could be better, but I’m going to fix it. I’ve been fifteen seconds away from an orgasm all day, so I’m going to need some alone time for about a minute in our bedroom.”
Luka hits the wrong chord on his guitar and perks up.
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- Part 6 of two sugars, please
- Part 39 of all the lady noire fics izy's written
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Marinette has a problem.
The problem is Luka’s hands.Series
- Part 7 of two sugars, please