Merry Christmas @sasami-mashiro !! I was your @mlsecretsanta this year ! I hope you will like it !
Thanks to my dear friend @chattheblackcat who was my beta reader and helped me fixing the flaws !
Marinette was rushing all around her room, she was already late. So very late. An akuma attack had delayed her preparation time. All she could do now was quickly put on a dress and grab her coat before leaving. Having her hair down helped to keep the cold off her neck a little. As she started running the bitter cold night air, began to turn her cheeks and nose red. The freezing air burning her lungs, but right now none of that mattered. After all Luka was waiting for her. He had invited her to go out on Christmas eve, and she didn’t hesitate for a second when asked. She wanted to give things a chance with him. She genuinely liked him after all. Luka soon came into sight. Wearing a beanie, a big scarf that couldn’t even hide his red cheeks and a fairly long dark blue coat. He was blowing in his hands, trying to warm them up. He also had a backpack on his shoulder.
Marinette called out to him and smiled. He lifted his head and she couldn't believe his face had now turned even redder than it was seconds before. The night was already dark and so many lights hung up everywhere around them. He smiled and had the softest look you could give to another person. But a frown quickly crossed his face. A smile followed by a little sigh when he looked at her. “What is it?” She asked, worried there was maybe something in her teeth, or something else.
He took off his scarf and put it around her neck. “You truly are a funny girl Marinette. It’s freezing cold outside and you didn't even cover yourself up properly.”
“I was running late.” He simply smiled at her. Oh that wonderful smile, that damn smile that she never understood. ‘How can someone hold so much tenderness in their face.’ Marinette thought. His expressions towards her never lacked any warmth. She always felt that she really mattered to him. But overcoming Adrien was one of the hardest challenges she ever had to face. And Luka knew it all so very well.
“Shall we go?” He asked softly, holding out his arm to her. Marinette nodded and wrapped her arm around his. She had no idea where they were going. But she would know soon enough. Luka had so many things on his mind. ‘Maybe get a bite to eat and go ice skating? Or maybe she would prefer eating after skating?’ Perhaps she would like to walk around the Christmas market?’ He needed to stop thinking, it was almost 7:30 and they had a reservation to get too. It’s almost incredible he could have a table on Christmas eve. But he worked his ass off to earn the money to invite her. So there would be no turning back now.
As they walked he watched her from the corner of his eye. Her pale long pink coat was giving her the sweetest look, and it really complimented her skin tone too. As well as showing her thin waist so well. Her legs covered by black wool tights along with heeled boots. ‘How did she even manage to run in those boots?’ He thought. He smiled at the cute way his scarf was around her neck, well somewhat around her neck that is. It was a bit too thick to stay only around her neck, and was hiding half her face actually. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how she looked so perfect either way.
Marinette looked at him confused by his chuckle. “What is it?” She asked, the sound of her voice muffled by the scarf.
Shaking his head slightly Luka brushed the question off. It was nothing, please don't mind me.”
And so after a few minutes of walking, and small talk. Marinette decided to ask Luka the reason he laughed earlier, but he stayed quiet and as if saved by the bell arrived at the restaurant he booked. She didn’t look up at the sign though, too annoyed with Luka’s silence on the reason why he laughed.
Once they enter the restaurant a waiter welcomed them and asked if he could take their coats. Luka helped Marinette with coat first, then turned around to give it to the waiter along with his beanie, backpack and coat. It was at this time Marinette was taking off the scarf. When he turned around and he could swear his heart stopped beating at the beautiful sight before him. She was holding out his scarf to him, her cheeks and nose were still red from the crisp night air. And the way her eyes were reflecting the restaurant’s lights. Had him feeling like the luckiest guy in the world. It was at this he finally got to see what she was wearing. His eyes carefully took in the sight before him as he looked down at her outfit.
She was wearing a strapless green dress, and a dark belt around her waist. ‘How on earth could she go out in this freezing weather dressed so lightly? ‘But oh my god was she ever stunning.’ He thought, smiling proudly at her beauty. The little silver snowflake pendant hung perfectly right above her cleavage. Luka gulped slightly and grabbed the scarf to give it to the waiter. He needed to get his eyes away from her cleavage. He was a perfect gentleman after all, but he was still a man after all.
Luka never really noticed until tonight, how maturity really had its way with Marinette’s body. Her subtle, yet noticeable curves could make any man ecstatic. And Luka was feeling lucky, not only by being able to see Marinette in such a dress. And the way her hair was falling down her clavicles, only to make another trail for his eyes to follow downward. No! He couldn’t let that happen. As desirable as she was, he couldn’t bring himself to be like that. He was already feeling like he was being pushy enough too, just by inviting her that night.
She hadn’t talked about Adrien for a long time, but that didn’t mean she forgot about him right? She was giving him a chance, but he needed to figure out her true feelings. And that was the most complicated part. He could feel the emotions in her, and stroke some strings to make a melody out of it. But feelings and emotions are two separate things after all.
So after he took a deep breath, they began to follow the waiter. He helped Marinette sit down before walking around the table and taking his place. It was at this time he felt he needed to tell her how gorgeous she looked. “I must say you look stunning Marinette.” He said softly, smiling as he pulled back the chair to sit.
A small blush came to her already rosy cheeks. “Oh well, thank you. You’re quite a catch yourself, Luka.” Marinette said, with a smirk, as her eyes admired him. His blue waistcoat and white shirt were kinda simple. Along with his pants that were a bit skinny, which made his legs look slim and his butt a perfect peach.
Marinette had a glance at it when he went to his chair. She was pleased with what she saw. She could never deny how handsome he was. However, the comment she just gave him flustered him. She never said anything like that to him before. He chuckled nervously before finally sitting down.
The waiter brought a bottle of sparkling wine in an ice bucket. She couldn’t hide her surprise to the kind of date he was offering her. It was so different from what she expected. But in the end, she knew how sweet of a guy he was. The dinner was so good, and the atmosphere was so light, although she felt something.. Something she couldn’t identify, like something wasn’t natural. Luka, was doing his part, and was doing his best, while feeling more nervous than ever. This night had to go just right. She was finally on a date with him, he had to do everything he could to make her feel comfortable.
“How about a dessert'?” Asked the garçon. Luka looked cautiously at Marinette. Who was smiling at him, while leaning forward resting her chin on her hands and looking at him.
“It’s up to you Luka. I’m not hungry, but not full either. I could easily eat something else.” Luka gulped and smiled.
His mind was racing as he thought. ‘Did she not notice how her body was moving with those simple gestures.” He turned to the waiter. “Just two teas please.”
The garçon slightly bowed. “I’ll be back with the box so you can make your choice.”
When Luka looked back at her, Marinette was tilting her head a bit, smiling, offering a view of her neck. ‘Dammit Marinette, why are you so cute?’ He cursed to himself. Everything was appealing with her, even the texture of her skin was calling out to him. “I have something for you Marinette.”
Hearing him say this made her face light up, Marinette smiled as she lifted her head. “Really?”
Luka smiled and got up to ask the waiter to bring him his backpack. When the waiter returned, Luka stood and thanked him. Now with his backpack in hand he opened it and took out a present. It looked like it was something light and soft, like some fabric. Probably fabric she told herself. He sat back down and handed it over to Marinette. “Merry Christmas Marinette.” He whispered hoarsely. She pursed her lips as she took it. She shredded the wrapping paper around it, excited to see what was inside. Which made Luka’s heart skip a beat. He laughed a bit and looked at her. Realizing her behaviour, she turned a bit red. “Sorry...that wasn’t very ladylike of me.” Luka simply gave her a sweet smile as his answer. Marinette smiled, a bit embarrassed and cleared her throat to unwrap the last pieces around the present.
Laying before her, was a dark pink fabric. Her fingers ran across the hem to softly take it to detail it. The fabric was an excellent quality. Very soft. And yet warm. She unfolded the shawl to take a look at it. A smile grew on her face. “It's beautiful…” Her words echoed in Luka’s ears.
He soon got up and went to her, then carefully held out his hand to her. “If I may…?” She placed her hand in his and smiled as she got up. He took the piece of clothing and wrapped it around her shoulders, his arms now around her. She moved her hair up out of the way. When she looked up their eyes locked for a few seconds… that felt like minutes. She was smiling so gently at him.
But why was he feeling so out of place. He took a step back with a smile as he saw the waiter bringing the box with the tea and their cups of hot water.
Marinette was flustered. She never thought Luka would be the one to pull away from this kind of situation. Maybe he was uncomfortable with her in the end? Or was he regretting something? They both sat down and drank their tea, awkwardly chit-chatting. She could tell Luka was trying hard to make her have a good time though.
After paying the bill, they both went out to go to the ice rink. When they arrived, all the lights were out. “Luka.. it looks like it's closed..” Marinette said, looking up at the sign, disappointed. A little sharp noise however caught her attention. She looked at the door and she could see a faint shadow opening the door. The skating trainer was the one opening to them. He opened the door quickly and greeted both of them. Marinette looked at both the men, surprised.
Philippe than handed the keys to Luka. “Do not forget to close everything before you leave, okay?”
“Don’t worry, Phil I won’t!” Luka said, taking the keys from Philippe.
Marinette, was speechless, while still staring at them. “H-how? What is..?”
Philippe smiled at Marinette’s reaction. “Well, I’ll let you two have fun! Luka, you know where to leave the keys when you leave.” He said, as his left waving at the two friends.
The young girl turned around to look at Luka, who was taking some skating shoes. “38, right?”
“Um.. Yeah.., but I didn’t know you were friends with Philippe?”
“Oh, yeah. The last time we came, when you left. I went back inside to talk to him a bit, we just kind of got along. And when I came by to check on him a few times. I asked him if it was okay if I used the place tonight.”
“So, it’ll be only us?” Luka nodded, smiling as he walked with Marinette to the door of the rink.
“And it’s not all…” He opened the doors and walked inside. The room was in the dark and she narrowed her eyes to try to see something. Luka went behind a door, she heard something like a switch being turned on. It was than her eyes grew wide instantly. The site of lights and not just any lights, they were beautiful Christmas lights hanging all around the room. Thousands of little colorful shiny bulbs, making the room look like a dream. And with special music floating in the air… Melodies of an acoustic guitars. And once again.. she was speechless. Her voice seemed to have left her body, like when Luka had been akumatized, but this time.. it was a really good kind of out of voice.
She turned around to look at Luka, who just walked up to her again. “So, do you like it?”
“Do I like it? Luka, it’s gorgeous.. it must have taken you hours to put up all of these lights.”
Luka chuckled as they were both looking around. “Four hours and I almost broke my wrist from falling off a ladder.” Luka gave her the sweetest look. “But it was worth it just to see that look on your face…”
Marinette smiled back at him. They both put on their skates and slowly went in the rink, making a few rounds to warm up. Luka was charming. Trying so hard to make this a good time for her. Marinette marked a stop in the middle of the rink and looked at Luka. “Luka…?”
He stopped not too far from her and faced her. “Yes..? Is everything alright?”
Marinette took a deep breath, looking at Luka. She slid closer and leaned her hand on his cheek. Luka’s eyes grew a bit wider and even blushed a bit. She smiled at him. She finally pinpointed what felt awkward. He was trying too hard. Maybe he was doubting about her desire to be with him on Christmas. Maybe he was afraid she was still longing for Adrien. Maybe he didn’t want to pressure her. But he pressured himself instead. “I wanted to be here tonight. I wanted to spend Christmas with you, and only you.”
Something in Luka relaxed, his shoulders dropped down. He pursed his lips slightly but before he could say anything, her arms were already wrapped around his body. She was holding onto him so tightly, he hugged her back, leaning his chin on her head. His half closed eyes were wandering off to a distant part of the room, enjoying the warmth of her body against his. Her curves, the feeling of her hands on his back, her head on his chest. Luka was well aware of all those details. Of her breathing, the littlest moves she was doing, her fingers slowly tracing circles on his back. After a few minutes she leaned back, smiling. “And I truly feel like an enchanted princess with all these night you gave me Luka.”
He was lacking the words to answer, so he just placed a few strands of her hair behind her ear. This simple move, that could feel like something normal, was forming some kind of intimacy between the two of them. Her eyes drifted along his face, her cheeks warming up a bit. His hand slowly wandered from behind her ear, across her jawline, his thumb stopping on her chin. He cleared his throat, yet a hoarse voice came out softly from his lips. “May I?”
Marinette smiled and stretched her neck to answer. They met halfway from one another. His lips pressed against hers. Her right hand was now cupping his cheek while his left one was leaning against her hip. Her own hands were still wrapped around him, pulling him as close as she could. This kiss was softer than anything else in the world. And lasted a few minutes. Both taking their time to enjoy the moment. When they pulled away, they looked at each other. Her eyes were shimmering as she looked up at him. Something in her eyes changed, and it took Luka everything he had to pull away. He was still feeling her body moving slightly against his and the new proximity they had was awakening something in him. Or on him. In a cough, he pulled away slightly, his hands running down her arms to intertwine their fingers, pulling her in for a dance on the rink. She was giggling, and clearly having a good time. And it meant everything to him.
Suddenly, a voice rang through the speakers. Jagged Stone’s voice. “I hope you enjoyed the surprise Marinette. It’s midnight and I wish you a Merry Christmas.”
Marinette looked around. It was a recording. She laughed a bit and looked at Luka. “You got to record Jagged Stone for me?” She said, smiling.
“As soon as I mentioned your name, he was in.” They both smiled and Luka kissed her cheek. “Merry Christmas Marinette.”
Marinette wrapped her arms around his neck. She whispered softly before kissing him again.
I can’t help but think that Tom must have had a happy childhood with his parents around. But whenever he’s around other people, or children’ fear but gain mewmans. He’s a monster with power.
