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Adrien's day had started off rather normal. He'd woken up, shared a kiss with his beautiful girlfriend, had an amazing breakfast, and had headed off to work with one last kiss goodbye.
But his day didn't end that way. He'd had a surprise meeting at the last moment, forcing him to cancel his dinner plans with Cecelia, and stay at work for another two hours at least. And he was so thankful for her, she'd brushed it off with a genuine smile, telling him to do what he has to do, and then get a good night's rest.
She'd even asked for a general time of when he'd be home (probably for a surprise dinner he guessed, he really was lucky), and then blew him a kiss through the phone, saying good luck. He repeated the gesture, before hanging up.
But to his surprise the meeting had only taken half an hour, before he was on his way home, ready to spend the beautiful night with his lovely girlfriend.
What he certainly didn't expect was to find her having sex with some random guy on their couch.
"Wait, Adrien!" She'd said, trying to untangle herself from that guy so she could run after him. "Wait! I love you! I didn't mean to hurt you!" But he'd already left.
And just his luck, it had started raining sometime between the time he'd entered the house, and the time he'd run out. Just my luck, he thought bitterly.
He'd continued to walk, not knowing where he was headed, just knowing that he needed to get away from there, and get out of the rain. He didn't know what brought him to Marinette's house, though.
They'd grown closer after she'd gotten over her awkward stuttering phase, and even closer when a little slip up had revealed their identities to one another. Surely she wouldn't mind letting him stay for the night.
So, he knocked, and waited patiently as the door slowly opened a few minutes later, before being yanked all the way open. Probably after seeing who was at her door, he guessed. "Adrien? What are you doing here? Your clothes are soaked!" She'd said.
"I- Just- Can I stay the night? Please?" Without a word, she nodded, dragging him inside her house, before rushing to her bathroom to get him some towels. She'd then returned with some clothes for him to wear, before heading to the kitchen to make them a drink.
When he'd returned, she'd simply handed him a glass of water, while taking a sip of coffee from her own cup. They both sat down on her sofa, silence incasing the room. The only sound that could really be heard was the pouring rain outside, mixing with the 'plip plop' sound of Adrien's tears rolling down his cheeks, and dropping into his glass. "Adrien, if you don't mind me asking," she said at last, "what happened?" Seeing his lack of response, she continued, "If you don't want to talk-"
"Cecelia, She- She- She cheated on me." He finally said, the tears continuing to roll down his cheeks.
"Oh, Adrien." She said, getting up and walking over to him, wrapping her arms around him, because honestly, what do you say to that? "I am so sorry. She doesn't deserve you." She squeezed him just a little tighter.
"But, I'm the problem, aren't I?" He said bitterly. "That's why my relationships never seem to work out, right? Because of me? I just don't understand. Why is it so hard for someone to love me? Not my money, or my looks, or- or any of it. Why can't someone just love me for me? Why am I so unloveable, Mari? Why?" And he looked so utterly broken, she just wanted to make Cecelia pay for what she'd done to him. But right now wasn't the time, nor place. Right now, she needed to be there for him, because he needed her.
"Now you listen to me Adrien Agreste," She said, "if there is anyone in this world who deserves love, it's you. You lost your mother, your father was absent, yet you turned out to be the most wonderful and amazing human being I've ever met. Those girls don't understand what they've lost, because the real treasure isn't your money or your looks, it's who you are as a person, and goddammit, you deserve all the love in the world."
And then she pressed her lips to his, and reveled in the fact that instead of pushing her away, he kissed her back. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her closer so she was situated on his lap, her hands on his cheeks, as they continued to kiss, neither one wanting to pull away, but knowing they both needed to come up for air. She pulled back, a silent question in her eyes, one that he seemed to decipher immediately, before going back in for more.
His lips on hers, and hers on his. He pulled away, but only to continue by trailing kisses down her neck, before he reached the junction between her neck and shoulder. He placed a quick kiss there, before gently sinking his teeth in, reveling in her gasp of pleasure. He quickly soothed the skin with his tongue, before placing one last kiss there.
And then he asked a silent question, his hands already under her shirt, which seemed to bring her out of her lustful haze. She pulled away, trying to ignore the hurt look in his eye, as she disentangled their bodies. "Adrien, we can't. You're hurting. I can't take advantage of you. We should just- We should go to bed."
"And you're just going to pretend like none of this just happened?" He asked, and she could feel the hurt in his voice. "That it meant nothing to you? Well, I can't Mari, I just can't. Because it did mean something to me, it meant everything to me. You know how long I'd waited for you? And you're just gonna make me pretend none of this happened?"
"We'll talk about this in the morning." She said at last. "Goodnight, Adrien."
"...Goodnight, Marinette." Though he doubted if she heard him, seeing as she'd already closed the door behind her.