The Scenic Route

[mistkitt]

 Originally Posted: 10/17/16

MariChat Week 2 Day 1: Kisses. Didn’t think I’d pass this up, did y’all? *flashes Certified MariChat Trash badge* FEATURING: The Sidekick!Adrien AU.

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Twenty-one year old Marinette Dupain-Cheng walked the lamp lit streets of Paris on her way home from work. As she passed an alley, an engine revved. Headlights blazed to life and half blinded her. She shielded her eyes. “Chat Noir,” she cried, “what would Ladybug say if she caught you stalking civilian women in the dark?”

He pulled up beside her, the LED screen on his cat helmet’s visor set to a mischievous smirk. “You tell me.” He patted the seat behind him. “Need a ride? We can take the scenic route.”

“I’m tired, kitty. Aren’t you tired?”

“Oh, absolutely. The life of a trust fund baby is so exhausting.”

Marinette put her hands on her hips. The LED visor changed to sad kitten eyes. She laughed and slung her leg over his bike. “Fine,” she said. “I didn’t feel like walking anyway.”

“Hold onto the goods, Princess.”

She grabbed the seat of his jeans.

“The other goods.”

She slid her hands around to his upper thighs. “These goods?” she asked innocently.

“The other other goods.”

Marinette wrapped her arms around his muscular midsection. “Oh, these goods.”

“Keep it in your pants, buginette,” he said before he kicked off and the motorcycle swerved into the street.

Marinette pressed herself against his back and watched the city speed past, a blur of lights and pedestrians startled to see someone other than Ladybug on the back of Chat Noir’s bike. He weaved through traffic with the kind of daring that would have worried her if she hadn’t known PLAGG’s guidance system kept an eye out for their safety. They went far out of the way of her apartment, past her parents’ house, Notre Dame, her old middle school, the Eiffel Tower. He slowed down enough for her to lean back and tilt her head to the night sky, an elated smile on her lips.

Oh, how she loved this boy.

Their ride ended in another alley, a block down the street from her apartment building. Marinette slid off the bike on shaking legs. “How much do I owe you for the Scenic Superhero Sidekick Tour of Paris?” she asked.

“Five hundred Euros.”

“Let’s see.” She unzipped his jacket and kissed his collar. “One.” His neck. “Two.” His throat. “Three.” She pulled his helmet up and kissed his jaw. “Four, and…” She pressed her lips firmly against his. “Five.”

He grinned. “I really need to start charging you more.”

She kissed him again. “That’s your tip,” she said. She scratched under his chin. “Come up and see me sometime, chaton.” And with that she left him in the alley with a lovesick smile that matched her own.