11Marinette was many things. Clumsy, forgetful, maybe a bit eccentric at times. But she sure as hell wasn't blind.
It was subtle. Just a few little ticks that most people would overlook. But, then again, most people didn't watch Adrien as closely as she did. Months of pining after the blond-haired boy had made her very aware of his changes in mood. So when she began noticing the strange little looks he'd have around another girl, Marinette's heart sank.
In all honesty, she probably should've seen it coming. Luna was pretty, smart, witty... Definitely more in Adrien's league than she'd ever be. Of course he'd choose the actress over her. It was still a hard pill for her to swallow. Especially when Luna didn't seem willing to give him the time of day. Even so, Marinette had to face facts.
He just didn't love her.
She tried to move on. Did everything a brokenhearted teenage girl was supposed to do. Several of her nights were devoted to tubs of strawberry ice cream and sappy romance films. She would cry herself to sleep while Tikki did everything she could to console her. But nothing she did really took away the ache she felt in her chest. Talking to Alya was out of the question. Not that her bestie didn't notice her sudden somber mood. The reporter would ask from time to time, but Marinette would assure her everything was alright. She didn't want Alya blaming Luna for something that really wasn't her fault.
Still, it was hard not to resent her friend. Envy loved rearing its ugly head whenever Luna was around. So, Marinette found herself trying to avoid the girl whenever possible. She was sure Luna noticed, too, but she thankfully never brought it up. She was free to wallow in her self-pity unhindered, if not unnoticed.
Her melancholy seemed to bleed into her life as Ladybug, as well. Chat had asked her on multiple occasions if she was okay. She'd always insist she was, but he never quite seemed convinced. She'd catch herself watching him, though. Marinette never really noticed before, but she was beginning to see just how attractive her partner really was. Tall and lean, warm green eyes, bronze skin. Funny how she realized it as his advances on her died down. Sure, he still threw her the occasional flirtatious pun, but they had dwindled in number in the recent months. And Marinette couldn't help but wonder if she'd missed her chance with someone that might've actually loved her.
Still, that was no excuse for what she was doing, now.
Marinette didn't even know what possessed her to kiss him. Or why she'd been out on his patrol night in the first place. They'd just been talking. She vaguely remembered him once again asking if she was alright, and the next thing she knew, she was on top of him. He didn't fight her or even question her sudden change of heart. Chat just embraced her, letting her indulge herself with his body. Before long, the kiss turned into something far more heated.
It was pretty obvious that this wasn't Chat's first time. He was way better at this than he had any right to be. Marinette melted under his touch and tongue, squirmed from the friction he created between them. She loved every second of it. But he was so damn slow! Chat took his time exploring her, and it drove her up a wall. She had to thrust into her partner in order to get him to pick up the pace. The action earned her a guttural growl that sent shivers up her spine. His bright green eyes caught her blue ones, filled with so much lust it was almost frightening.
At least he got the message.
Marinette cried out as Chat ravished her. He gave her exactly what she asked for and then some. Marinette rode him, clinging to his back for dear life. He hissed in her ear when her nails dug a little too deep, but he didn't slow. She tried to hide her moans with no avail. In the end, she was consumed by ecstasy, screaming her pleasure into the Parisian night.
It was only after they'd untangled from one another that Marinette realized what she'd done. Guilt ate away at her as she picked up her suit to dress. She used hin. Chat was her partner, someone she trusted and who trusted her. And she took advantage of him. All because she couldn't have Adrien.
"I'm sorry."
Chat blinked at her in confusion. "What for?"
"That... that shouldn't have happened..." She didn't dare meet his eyes. "I've been trying to get over someone, and... that's not even an excuse. God, what was I thinking?"
"It's okay, M'lady-"
"No, it's not. I shouldn't have used you like that. I know how you felt about me, and-"
"Ladybug, stop."
He laid a hand on her shoulder, quieting her. They locked eyes, studying one another for a breath. Ladybug looked away, mumbling another apology.
"Don't be," he told her. Sympathy filled his eyes, but it didn't look right on him. It seemed tainted, somehow. Guilty, even. "I... You don't have to..."
Marinette frowned as he fumbled for the right words. Finally, he sighed.
"There's no reason for you to be sorry."
"Chat, I used you," she said, weakly.
"Maybe you did," he told her. "But if that's so, then I did the same thing to you."
That threw her off. "You... did?"
He gave her the barest hint of a nod. "We're pretty much in the same boat, Milady. I... I'm trying to get over someone, too."
"Is it..."
"Is it you?" Marinette bit her lip and gave a curt nod. To her surprise, though, Chat shook his head. "No. I mean I did like you like that, but..."
"Just not anymore."
Chat didn't answer. Marinette toyed with the fabric of her suit. Seconds ticked away, making the silence all the more awkward. When she couldn't stand it anymore, Marinette stole a sidelong glance at him. And her heart broke. The boy beside her wasn't the Chat she knew. There was no cheeky smile, no playful twinkle in his eye. Instead, his eyes were distant and very... very sad.
"Can... can you tell me about her?" she asked tentatively.
"Huh?"
Marinette fidgeted. "The girl you like. I mean, you don't have to-"
"No, it's not that. It's just..." He scratched the back of his head. "You... really want to know about her?"
"Well... yeah. Why wouldn't I?"
He shrugged. "I kinda figured that... You know, with the whole secret identity thing? I just though you'd rather not know."
"It's not like I need to know her name." She nudged him with her elbow. "Though I am curious about the girl who stole mon chaton's heart."
Chat chuckled, easing the ache in Marinette's heart. A smile really did suit him best.
"Alright," the blond said. "But you have to tell me about the guy you like, too. It's only fair."
The black-haired girl beamed. "Deal."
Bet you guys weren't expecting that! Again, these chapters are not canon with the FWD storyline, more like an alternate take. Plus writing needless sin is fun, so you can expect more in the future. I live on reviews, guys!