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"Adrien! Dance with me!" Marinette downed the last of her tequila sunrise before slamming the highball glass onto the guest bedroom dresser and pulling Adrien to his feet.
Adrien chuckled. "There isn't any music playing."
Pouting at him, Marinette fumbled for her phone, and brought up some slinky, sultry club music. She slammed her phone on the dresser beside her glass and then gestured towards it.
"How am I supposed to dance to this?" Adrien laughed again and placed his hands on his hips.
"Oh, like you can't slink around?" Marinette stuck out her tongue. Her hips and head swayed with the music. Her hands slid up her sides, along her jawline, and then met above her head. As her hands traveled, her eyes closed. A smirk crossed her lips just before she gently bit her lower one. Her humming along with the song was what finally hooked her prey.
Adrien's hands wrapped around Marinette's waist, feeling it sway. Her shirt slid up a touch, and his ring and middle fingers brushed against her skin.
"Marinette, maybe we should go back to the party," Adrien suggested in a hushed tone.
"Mm-mm." She shook her head and pivoted in Adrien's hands so her back was towards him. She gathered her hair up and off her neck. "I like it in here."
"Alya and Nino are going to wonder where we've vanished."
"They have other guests. They won't notice."
Adrien leaned into Marinette's ear. "I think they might."
"Mmmm. I wanna dance. There's no place to dance out there."
"We're in their spare bedroom. There's no place to dance in here either."
"There's plenty of space." Marinette slid out of Adrien's hands, kicked off her shoes, and climbed up onto the bed piled with coats.
"That's not a very sturdy dance stage."
Trying to prove otherwise, Marinette planted her feet and started dipping low as she continued to sway with the music. Her hands traveled across her body before stretching out and beckoning for Adrien to join her.
He shook his head no and curled a finger to beckon her to him instead.
Stubbornly, Marinette twirled on the bed. Her foot caught on one of the coats, throwing her off balance.
"Marinette!" Adrien rushed forward as Marinette tumbled sideways off the bed. He easily caught her in a bridal carry. "You okay?"
She nodded, and he placed her back onto her feet, his hands still firmly on her sides to help steady her.
"I told you that wasn't a good place to dance. Come on, let's get back to the party."
Eyebrows stitched together in mild frustration, Marinette grabbed either side of Adrien's shirt collar. With a tug she pulled Adrien the few inches down she needed to reach him while on her tiptoes. Their lips collided with a satisfied moan rolling from Marinette's chest.
Eyes wide with a start, Adrien kept a millisecond to register what just happened. As the heat from Marinette's lips reached his brain he leaned into the kiss, slamming her gently into the wall a few inches behind her. Their bodies pressed against each other; her hands still tugging hungrily on his shirt. A low growl rumbled through Adrien's throat. Marinette's tongue pressed against his lips, asking for entry.
With a quick inhale, Adrien pulled away; the spell of the music, low lighting, and muffled sounds of the party around them broken. The faint tang of orange clung to his lips; transferred there from Marinette's tongue.
"Adrien?" Marinette was still pinned against the wall. Her hair was matted around her head like a sloppy halo. Her eyes were half lidded and luring. Her lips were barely parted and a deep red from their brief encounter. The rose in her cheeks had bled to her ears, and Adrien wasn't sure if it was from the booze, the dancing, or the kiss.
"You're drunk," he whispered.
"I am." Her right hand followed the trim of his collar to the back of his neck. She gently pulled on it; instructing him to lean back into her.
Adrien rested his forehead against hers; his eyes closed. "You don't know what you want."
"No," she whispered back. "Being drunk means I know exactly what I want. But now I'm not going to stop myself from getting it." Her right hand continued to press on the back of his neck as her left skirted around to his back.
Adrien's breath hitched. He stood frozen with his forehead against hers as she hungrily pulled on him to bring him back to her mouth. The song transitioned to another; this one a bit more upbeat with some rap. Neither of them noticed the music anymore.
Adrien nuzzled against the side of Marinette's face and whispered in her ear. "Marinette. Listen to me. Listen carefully, okay?"
She hummed acknowledgment and tilted her head away; opening her collarbone up to him.
"Marinette, I want you."
"I want you too, Adrien." She kissed his jawline. "So, this works out well, doesn't it?" Her hands slid down his body and caught on the waistband of his pants.
"No." He took a step away from her, catching her hands in his. With an intensity that Marinette didn't recall seeing before, Adrien repeated himself. "I want you. I don't know exactly how drunk you are, so, I'm hoping it's not black-out drunk. I need you to hear this and remember it." Dropping one of her hands, Adrien cradled her chin instead. "If I'm truly what you want – who you want – know that I want you too."
"I'm right here, Adrien. I am right here. We're alone. There's a bed-"
Adrien covered her mouth. "Stop! Stop this! Marinette, I know this isn't how you want to do this. This wasn't how you wanted to tell me. This isn't how you pictured us getting together. You don't want it to be while you're drunk and we're hidden away during our best friends' house-warming party. If you truly want it at all."
Marinette batted his hand off her and ripped her other hand out of his. "Don't! Don't you dare tell me what I do and don't want. You don't know. You're not in my head. You don't know how I feel. You don't know how hard it is for me to not do this every second we're in a room together. Just let me have this! Let me be free! Let me finally get out of my own way! This isn't about Alya or Nino. This is about me and you and us!"
"Then do it right." Adrien was calm and gentle, almost pleading.
Marinette shook her head in confusion, "I- I don't-"
"Get out of your own way when you're sober! Marinette. I. Want. To be. With. You! I didn't want to tell you that while you're drunk, though. I don't want us getting together to be something you might not remember - or worse - regret."
"Adrien."
"I want this to be true. God! For years I've wanted for this-" he gestured towards Marinette and the bed, "-to all be true. Now that it looks like it is?" He heaved a sigh. "Call me tomorrow. When you're sober. We can pick this up again then. If you still want to."
She stared at him, her eyes frantically scanning his face. His gaze drifted to her still parted lips. With a subtle shudder, he turned towards the dresser. Closing the music app, he scooped up her phone and handed it to her.
"Come on. Let's get you some water and get back to the party before anyone misses us."
"Adrien?"
"Hmm?"
"You want me?"
"I mean, yeah?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Marinette folded into herself. "That's kind of apples and oranges, isn't it? I mean. I'm me and you're- you."
"Exactly. I'm surprised you're so shocked that I'd be too nervous to say anything before."
"Nervous? But, I'm-"
"One of my first friends? Someone who basically has her pick of guys to choose from? The most amazing and kind person I've ever met? Absolutely gorgeous? Yeah, no. What do I have to be nervous about?"
"Adrien. You were a literal model who lived in a mansion."
"Point?" He smirked.
"Call me tomorrow? If I forget to? If I get in my own way again?"
He nodded and held out his hooked arm for her. She threaded her arm through his and he escorted her to the kitchen for some water.
The next day, she made the phone call they had both been waiting on for years.
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