Shoulderbag, wristwatch, grommetted belt they're all part of strapping shirt look, chamois shantung safari-shirt and fawn suède knickers. Lady Arrow shirt; Qiana nylon (Rosewood fabric). Celia Sebiri bag. Watch: Jacques Ferré Design for Simonelle. Belt by Elegant.
Marinette tugged nervously at the hem of her shirt, pulling at the crop top in a vain attempt to cover a bit more skin. However, the action had the adverse reaction, pulling her already plunging V neckline down and exposing more cleavage. She groaned and pulled her shirt back up again, deciding covering her cleavage was more important than covering more ribs.
She really wanted to go home and hand out candy to adorable kids in adorable costumes, but she had promised Alya and Kara she would partake in the age-old American university Halloween tradition of dressing up as slutty versions of something that was clearly not intended to be sexy. Alya and Kara had thought it would be hilarious to do it with other heroes’ suits. So here she was, in a slutty version of a hero’s old costume, surrounded by drunk strangers, regretting all her life decisions.
And honestly, it wasn't that bad. She was still more covered up than Wonder Woman or Kara’s suit and definitely covering more of her chest than Donna did. She looked down at her outfit with a frown. On second thought, maybe she hadn’t dressed slutty enough to meet the party criteria. She was actually fitting in with some of the superheroes rather than creating a slutty parody of them.
But ultimately, it wasn’t how revealing her costume was that made her so uncomfortable. No, it wasn't really a matter of how much skin was exposed, it was what was covering the rest; a snug, red crop top with cap sleeves and a V so deep it almost touched the lower hem of the shirt, aided by a super push up bra Alya had insisted on for her; elbow length, yellow gloves; red pants so tight, they might as well have been painted on; yellow pixie boots; and finally, a yellow bycocket hat.
She glared at Alya across the room talking, presumably, with her friend who was hosting the party. She couldn’t prove it, but she was positive she had somehow cheated to get Marinette in this costume. They had put the names of all of the heroes they could think of and different versions of their costumes, into a hat. Marinette had added at least thirty names just to reduce the odds of her picking the worst possible option. And yet, despite the incredible odds, here she was… in his costume while Alya was slutty Carapace and Kara was slutty Brainiac 5. She narrowed her eyes again. The results were too perfect. She had to have cheated, she just couldn’t figure out how.
Her only saving grace was that there was no way he would see her. This was a party thrown by a coworker of Alya and Kara’s in Metropolis. There was absolutely no reason for him to be in Metropolis, let alone here, and as far as she knew, he was out of the country… not that she kept up on his schedule. She just… needed to know… for missions… that’s all. Point being, there was almost zero chance of him seeing her in his old suit and ridiculing her for the rest of her life, with that smug, cocky grin she just wanted to knock off his face.
She was brought out of her mental censure by Kara jumping into her hard enough to knock Marinette’s drink out of her hand. Marinette sputtered, looking at her incredulously. “What the…”
“Oh!” Kara exclaimed in an entirely too innocent tone. Her eyes widened overdramatically. “I’m so sorry. Let’s go get you another drink.”
Marinette narrowed her eyes at Kara, mind whirling through facts and scenarios. The hit was just hard enough, but not too hard. Marinette had received a full impact blow during a spar match. She knew how hard Kara could hit if she wanted to. She’d also seen her accidentally bump into someone, she was always extra cautious around civilians, erring on the side of too soft rather than too hard. She was controlling her strength with the hit she just gave Marinette. She was up to something. Maybe she had been glaring at the wrong person the whole time. She turned back to check on Alya only to find her sending furtive glances back towards them. Nope, they were in it together, whatever this was. They both deserved the glares.
Marinette turned back to Kara slowly, allowing her to guide her toward the bar, because lord knows she deserved a drink right about now. “Kara…” she started carefully. She felt Kara stiffen slightly. Not enough to pause in her steps, but her smile tightened and her hold became tighter.
“Yeah?”
Marinette pursed her lips. “Kara, sweetie, buddie, bane of my existence, who’s party is this?” Her saccharine voice was dripping in suspicion.
Kara’s smile widened but didn’t loosen any. “A, um, a friend from… work.”
Marinette stopped walking to glare at Kara. “From the Daily Planet?” she clarified.
Kara looked away and continued pulling Marinette toward the bar. “Uh huh. Yeah. That’s where I work, yep.”
“Kara!” Marinette hissed, yanking her arm out of her hold. Kara deflated, waiting for the lecture and accusations. Marinette opened her mouth to do exactly that but stopped when she heard a very familiar, very exasperated voice.
“No, I’m not Catwoman. I’m Lady Noir.”
Marinette’s jaw dropped, any recriminations she had planned long since forgotten, because there at the bar, trying desperately to fall into a hole or drown his sorrows in his soda was the man himself, apparently back from his mission… and at the same party… against all odds. Instead of his normal hat, he was wearing a black baseball cap with cat ears on it and instead of his regular clothes, he was wearing knee high boots, hot pants, gloves reaching mid forearm, and a skin tight, sleeveless top with a zipper down the front, all in the blackest black and trimmed with neon green.
Marinette blinked a few times, furiously fighting the dark crimson on her cheeks and spreading all the way to the bottom of her V neckline. She glanced down at her costume and the blush intensified. She turned on her heel and tried to dart toward the exit. “Nope,” she muttered quickly.
Kara moved at super speed to block her way and shove her toward the bar before Marinette even saw her move. Marinette let out a squeak as she collided with another body, strong arms wrapping protectively around her. She let her body settle before looking up at Kara with a glare, the method of cheating suddenly rather clear.
“Hey, are you oka….” He paused finally seeing her face. “Marinette?” He looked down at her costume and gaped, a strangled noise escaping from his throat as his eyes took in her outfit from the hat to the shirt, his eyes lingering a bit longer than he meant to on her neckline, down to her toned stomach and her hips and lean legs. His face suddenly flushed, making it look closer to her regular suit’s color. “Is that…” he cleared his throat in an attempt to make his voice smoother rather than the broken, raspy version he couldn’t seem to shake. “Is that a Speedy costume?”
Marinette whimpered and looked down. “You’re in a Lady Noir costume!” she protested instead of answering his question. She pulled at her neckline again, still refusing to make eye contact. “Kara and Alya cheated.”
Roy grinned and leaned closer. “That is quite a costume. I’ll have to thank them for their service.”
Marinette groaned and covered her face with her hands. “Yeah, yeah. Get it all out.” Roy raised his eyebrows, snorts of laughter escaping despite his best efforts. Marinette dropped her hands, her eyes wide in realization. “I meant the jokes! Get the jokes out. Not the…” she motioned toward his costume. “Oh my God,” she moaned.
Roy’s snorts blossomed into full grown laughter. “Are you sure? It wouldn’t take much to make that happen,” he joked, motioning toward his costume.
Marinette pouted and crossed her arms over her chest. “Okay, well this was fun. Maybe we can both pretend this never happened.” She started to move past him, but he stepped in her way, a concerned frown now on his face.
“What if I don’t want to forget?” he asked gently. “What if I want to remember the vision of you in my costume? Of you wearing my colors?” He adjusted her hat slightly so it sat more securely on her head and let his fingers run slowly through her hair. “What if I want to remember and cherish this image?”
Marinette stared up at him stunned. “Well then…” she started slowly before, glancing up at him through her lashes, “I guess we could remember.”
“I like that,” he grinned at her and moved until they were close enough their chests were almost touching. “I like that idea a lot.” He licked his lips and his eyes darted down at her lips momentarily before returning to her eyes. “And what if I want to remember finally, finally getting to kiss you?”
She grinned up at him and perched up on her toes so her breath was fanning across his lips. “Well, I guess we can remember that too.”
He grinned and closed the distance between them, his arms wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. Their lips met in a tentative kiss that was far too short for either of them. “Come on,” he pulled away, but entwined his fingers with hers. “Let’s go make some more memories.”
Marinette grinned excitedly and sped up until she was brushing against him as she walked. “Yeah, that sounds good.” He matched her smile and wrapped his arm around her waist instead of her hand, pulling her into his side as they escaped together.
I found many drawings that I made three or four years ago when I was attending school
I remember being a huge Steven Universe fan (still am) and I remember loving Lapis and Peridot.
I was also a huge fan of Ladynoir and Marichat (before the writers ruined it) check out these two drawings!!! I will never paint like this again
And, of course, Luka and Marinette!
There is A LOT of Lukanette here, but this will be always my favorite<3
And that Ladybug so cute
At that moment I was watching Arrow and I had to draw Ladybug as Oliver AND I AM NOT SORRY
To finish this...
MY GIRL
Love my girl (aunque me saques canas verdes querida)
I'm proud of myself because these drawings are TERRIBLE (for me), but now I can say that I can draw them so much better because I practiced non-stop for years.
A follow up to Speedy Trap in celebration of Roy Harper’s official birthday.
“Happy Birthday!” Garth burst through Roy’s bedroom door and immediately scrunching his eyes shut. “Sorry!” he cried quickly.
“What the Hell, man?” Roy yelled. He looked for something to throw at the intruder, finally deciding on a mechanics magazine from his nightstand.
“How was I supposed to know?” Garth protested, dodging the magazine. “Hi, Mari.” He finally found his way to the door again and moved through it quickly. “Congratulations, you two!” he called out before slamming the door closed again.
Marinette giggled and buried her face back in Roy’s chest. “I think we traumatized him.” Her giggles sent pleasant ripples along Roy’s chest.
“Nah,” he pulled her tighter against his chest, “now if we were naked…” he waggled his eyebrows at her.
Marinette slapped his arm gently and pulled the extra large shirt he had lent her to cover her costume, to cover more of her legs. Marinette suddenly stopped and popped her head up, almost head-butting Roy who had just leaned down to kiss the crown of her head. Her eyes were wide with realization. “Oh my God! It’s your birthday!” Her eyes turned guilty. “I didn’t get you a present! I didn’t even know it was your birthday! I should have known,” she moaned and hid her head in his chest.
Roy chuckled and stroked her hair in an attempt to both calm her and coax her out of her hiding. “It’s okay,” he started only to be cut off.
“No, it isn’t. I had no idea,” she groaned guiltily. “I thought your birthday was in June or something. I should have had something planned or made something!” She groaned and fell onto the bed, throwing her arm over her eyes.
Roy pivoted on his side so he could look down at her. He ran his knuckles along her jaw gently. “I know something you can give me if you really want to give me a present.” Marinette moved her arm just far enough to give Roy a dirty look. Roy laughed and buried his head in her shoulder. “Absolutely not what I meant,” he gasped out when his laughter finally died down. He raised his head up to waggle his eyebrows at her again, “but good to know where your mind goes first.”
Marinette snorted and shoved his head away. “Fuck off.”
He pulled a hand to his chest in mock offense. “So scandalous, Ms. Dupain Cheng. You’re going to corrupt me.”
Marinette looked up at him in mock confusion. “You mean there’s still something left in you to corrupt? Huh.” She looked away contemplatively as if trying to figure out a puzzle. “I had no clue.”
Roy narrowed his eyes at her playfully and launched at her, peppering her face and neck with kisses. “Punishment kisses for that comment,” he muttered between kisses. Marinette giggled and squirmed under him, but made no move to get away from his embrace. After a few minutes Roy pulled back just far enough to look adoringly down at her. “A date.”
Marinette blinked a few times. “What?”
“That’s what you can give me for my birthday, a date.” He smiled as he leaned down to press a soft kiss on her lips. “Specifically, a date with you.”
Marinette eyed him uncertainly. “You don’t want to spend your birthday with your friends? Out partying and drinking?”
Roy shook his head. “I did that last night. Tonight I want to spend with you, uninterrupted.”
Marinette grinned up at him and pushed up to kiss him. Roy wound his hand around to the back of her head, threading his fingers through her hair, in an effort to pull her even closer. As quickly as she had pushed up, she jumped away. “It’s a date. I’ll put everything together.”
Roy watched her pull on her pixie boots dumbfounded. “Where are you going?”
Marinette looked at him like the answer was obvious. “I have to plan. I have to make sure it’s all perfect. Your favorite cake is red velvet, right?” She moved to the door before he could answer. “Come over at 6, I’ll have it all ready,” she called over her shoulder before closing the door.
Roy collapsed on the bed with a loud groan, arms splaying out as he fell. This was his fault. He did this to himself. He knew her. He knew her. There was no way asking for a date tonight ended any other way than it did. He should have waited to ask for the date until they made out a while longer, or asked for breakfast with her, then at least they could relax together after breakfast instead of her spending all day panicking about the things she does not being perfect.
He sat back up with a scowl when he heard the door burst open again. He did not want to deal with anyone right now. His scowl melted into a grin when he saw Marinette’s sheepish look. “I forgot to say Happy Birthday,” she explained. She bounded over to him and placed a chaste peck on his cheek. “Happy Birthday, Roy.” She turned to leave again just as quickly as she left the first time but squeaked instead when she felt herself yanked back into the bed.
Roy twisted them so she was under him again, trapped by his arms and chest. He grinned down at her and lowered himself until his lips were centimeters from hers. “I think we should start the day with birthday kisses.”
Marinette giggled and ran her hands up his muscular arms, enjoying the feeling of the muscles stiffening as she stroked them. “I need to get things ready so it will be perfect for you.”
Roy huffed and kissed her cheek before returning to his previous position. “I don’t want perfect…”
“But you deserve perfect,” Marinette insisted with a pout.
Roy chuckled ruefully and shook his head. “I really don’t. But being with you tonight… on the date,” he clarified quickly seeing Marinette’s eyes widen at the first part of his statement, “hanging out, talking, being close to you… that’s more than perfect to me.”
The soft look Marinette sent him melted his heart. He surged forward to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. Marinette moaned into his mouth. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue in, tangling it with hers. Her hands wound around his shoulders, digging her nails into them as she drew him closer. He ran his hand down her side, reveling in every curve and plane he encountered. He made his way to her hips and squeezed, pulling her closer to him.
She groaned again and arched into him, deepening the kiss and increasing the body contact. Roy moved his hand under the shirt to feel her skin but quickly got frustrated by the restriction. He sat back and tugged at his shirt to pull it off her. She acquiesced quickly allowing him to pull it off, leaving the crop top from the night before. He leaned back to appreciate the sight of her in a version of his costume again. The sight would never be anything less than stunning to him.
She pulled at his shirt, staring in wonder at his firm chest and abs when he tugged his off in one smooth motion. She splayed her hands on his abs, slowly making her way up his chest. Roy shuddered at the contact. Her fingers left trails of goosebumps despite feeling like fire on contact. He hated the idea of cutting the contact short but he couldn’t resist kissing her any longer. He bent back down, smashing his lips into hers, his stubble scratching her as his mouth moved against hers.
Marinette wound her hands up into his hair and pulled to draw him impossibly closer. She happily swallowed his resulting moan, producing one of her own as his hand slipped under her top.
Roy jumped away suddenly when the door burst open again. “Happy bir… oh.”
“Does anybody in this place knock,” Roy growled with a dark glare.
Donna blinked a few times, looking back and forth between him and Marinette. “I’m… I wasn’t… Sorry, I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday.”
“It would be if you people would stop bursting through my door,” he growled.
“Right, yeah. Sorry,” she stuttered, backing out of the room.
Roy sighed and turned back to Marinette, or rather where she had been. She used the distraction to pull his shirt back on and move towards the door again. “I’d give you a goodbye kiss but… I would never leave then…”
“So don’t leave,” he offered softly.
“I’m going to get everything ready. I’ll take care of everything.” She paused to look down at his lips, her eyes flicked down to his chest and she let out a whimper before straightening up again. “You see tonig… see you tonight,” she corrected before making her way through the door.
Roy sighed. “Yeah, yep. Tonight.” He fell back against the bed again, significantly more worked up this time. He huffed and got up to work out. Might as well do something productive with all this adrenaline, since he couldn’t do what he wanted to with it. One thing was for sure they were definitely going to lock the door tonight.
“Here's to the painful, miserable, pointless, painful experience that is love,” Marinette held up her shot glass waiting for Roy to join.
Roy didn’t keep her waiting long. He raised his glass to match hers, letting out a grunt of agreement before slamming back the drink. He set the glass back down and studied her for a moment. She didn’t seem sad anymore, which was good. He didn’t want to have to console a sad Marinette, and honestly that guy wasn’t worth her tears. Instead, she seemed resigned after her break up, more lonely than missing him.
Roy knew what had happened as soon as she showed up at his door with a bottle of liquor and a broken smile. He let her in so she had a supportive place to get over it, better here with him than alone at a bar somewhere, but he wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t glad they finally broke up. That asshole wasn’t good enough for her. What the hell was a stock broker anyway? Made up, bullshit job. He never realized the gift he had in her.
Roy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “You said painful twice.”
“I didn’t say it enough,” she looked at him pointedly and poured another shot for them both. “Here's to crappy dates and worse relationships.” She raised her glass again. He nodded and matched her, raising his shot before drinking.
He filled their glasses again and raised his glass this time. “Here’s to loveless loved ones that make you feel unworthy and unlovable.”
“Heyyyyyy,” she brightened at his participation and raised her glass in agreement and drank. She filled their glasses again before raising hers. “Here’s to looking for love in all the wrong places and not finding it where you want it.”
Roy eyed her wryly and raised his glass to drink. He knew all about not finding love where you wanted to find it. He looked away from her to fill the glasses again, trying to remember if he had restocked his liquor supply recently because they were going through this bottle awfully quickly. “Here’s to falling in love with villains,” he offered raising his glass. He may have gotten Lian out of it, but that was the only good thing about that relationship.
He raised the drink to his lips but stopped, noticing that Marinette didn’t do the same. He raised an eyebrow at her lack of participation. She had an adorable pout as she contemplated her drink. “I can’t drink. I never dated a villain.”
“Villains and assholes,” he corrected, leaning toward her and holding his drink toward her conspiratorially.
Marinette immediately brightened and raised her glass, clinking it against his. “That I’ve done.” She downed the shot quickly and winced at the burn down her throat. “Almost exclusively lately.”
Roy poured another shot for her and turned on the television to hopefully distract her from getting too bad of a hangover tomorrow. The move had questionable success. The drinking slowed, but didn’t stop. Instead the distraction seemed to give her more time to think. Her previously jovial mood had become much more contemplative and quiet. Finally, after a few more slow shots she over up at him, an introspective frown pulling the corners of her lips down. “Is it me?”
Roy whipped his head back to her as though he hadn’t been studying her in his peripheral vision the entire time anyway. “What?”
“Is it me,” she repeated, staring at the coffee table. “Am I the problem? Is that why I can’t find a good relationship?” She gasped as a sudden realization hit her and turned to him. “Am I a bad kisser?”
She looked at him desperately causing him to freeze. He would give just about anything to be able to answer that question, but their relationship had never been like that, no matter how much he would like it to be. He turned away and focused on his drink instead. “I wouldn’t know,” he muttered.
“Kiss me!” She sat up straight on the couch and turned so her entire body faced him, an excited look on her face.
“What?”
“Kiss me. Tell me honestly if I’m a bad kisser.” Roy stared at her, mouth hanging open for a few seconds. Marinette’s face slowly morphed from excited to horrified to sad. “Never mind. You don’t want to do that. That was a stupid id…”
Roy launched at her before she could finish the sentence, crashing his lips into hers. If this was the only chance he was going to have to kiss her, he was going to make it worth it. He worked his hand behind her head, pulling her close. His other hand cupped her face as his lips slid against hers. She whimpered into his lips and ran her tongue along his lower lip. He gladly granted her access and moved his head to deepen the kiss. She melted into him and wound her hands around his shoulders to pull him closer then moved them to cradle his face.
They finally pulled apart after a few minutes, gasping for breath. When her breath had evened out she looked up at him questioningly. “Well?” she quietly breathed out.
He stared at her still too dazed to form words. He blinked a few times still trying to process her words. “Huh?”
She backed away from him as far as the couch would allow and looked down sadly. “Was it that bad?”
He blinked a few more times. The words still weren’t registering. That was one of, if not the best kiss he’d ever had and his heart still hadn’t returned to its regular rhythm. He looked away as he remembered. That’s right. This didn’t mean anything to her. It wasn’t about him. She didn’t love him. This was about helping her figure out how to keep someone she did love. He shook his head to try to focus on her question. “It was…” he turned to his drink and filled it again. “It’s not your kissing,” he reassured her bitterly.
Marinette sat back proudly and filled her glass for a celebratory drink. “Thanks. You’re really good too. I mean you didn’t say I was really good, but you are.”
He flushed red and kept his focus on the drink and the television. This wasn’t about him. This was about her, helping her get over her latest loser and ready to find the next one.
Marinette watched the television with him for another little while, her proud smile slowly morphing into a contemplative frown. “So it’s just me then. My personality that drives them away.”
Roy sighed and cursed his luck to be the one she came to tonight. Why did it have to be him? Why did he have to be the one she came to so she could recover and get back out into the field and date yet another asshole who didn’t appreciate her? “Maybe it’s just like you said. You’re looking in the wrong places.”
“Where should I look instead?” she asked with such earnestness in her eyes it hurt him not to answer her.
“How about right fucking next to you,” he grumbled under his breath, not trying to be heard.
She looked on either side of her and frowned, her brow creasing in melancholy. “It’s empty.” She looked up at him with glassy eyes. “You think I should be alone?”
“What?” he exclaimed. That was most definitely not what he had meant. How is that even what she got out of that? “No! No, I… I meant… never mind.” He gave an exasperated sigh and took another drink.
She watched him for a few moments like she was contemplating him or his words. She suddenly gasped again and shot forward, her eyes huge. “What if I’m bad at sex?” Roy stopped breathing and kept his eyes decidedly focused on the television. He clamped his mouth shut to keep himself from repeating the refrain that kept running through his head. Please ask my opinion. Please ask my opinion. Please ask my opinion.
Just as quickly as she shot forward, she slumped back against the cushions. “No, most of my relationships never got that far. That couldn’t be it.”
Roy huffed out an annoyed breath. “Of fucking course we don’t need to test that one. Fucking annoying,” he muttered under his breath, taking another drink and quickly filling his glass for another.
“What?” she cocked her head to the side in confusion.
“I said you’re annoying,” Roy shot back without thinking, downing the other shot.
Marinette looked away and chuckled bitterly. “Well, that answers the personality question, I guess.” She took another shot and leaned back against the couch to focus on the television. “Don’t annoying people deserve love too? I just want to fall in love and have them love me back. Is that too much to ask?”
Roy winced at her tone. He hadn’t meant to say she was annoying. Not really. He just needed something to say as cover for what he actually did say. It was something he would say normally and she’d laugh, tell him to fuck off. But now, she was not in the mood and he should have known that. He watched her as she pretended to focus on the television, wanting desperately to be able to run his fingers over the creases in her brow to smooth them out, to ease her pain, make her smile. “No,” he answered quietly, “it isn’t too much. You deserve it.”
She looked over at him and quickly looked down shyly. “Thank you. So do you.”
He scoffed and poured himself another drink. “We both know that’s not true.”
“Hey,” she reached out to stop his arm from lifting his drink to his lips. “It absolutely is. You deserve so much and you don’t even see it.” She lowered her hand and shook her head. “You’re an idiot.”
He let out a bitter laugh and downed the shot. “Thanks. I know.”
“Because you don’t realize how amazing you are,” she continued. “You’re creative and loyal and smart, God so smart, and brave and kind and hot and sweet and…”she stopped herself and suddenly backed away again, pouring herself another shot. “I hate love.” She downed the shot, refusing to look in his direction. “It only causes pain.”
He blinked at her a few times. Had she meant that about him? And why did she transition from talking about him to taking about love? “Marinette?”
“Yes?”
She looked at him with her big, beautiful, blue eyes. He could almost fool himself into believing he saw adoration in her eyes. “How drunk are you?”
She scoffed at him this time. “Not enough. Still capable of rational, lucid decision making. Clearly, need more liquor so I don’t have to think anymore, can’t remember anymore.”
He watched her avoid his eyes, pretending like she was okay. And she was pretending. He was the world’s foremost expert on pretending. He knew the signs. “Mari, those people are idiots to not want to be with you, to not want to spend as much time as possible with you, for not realizing how incredible you are.”
“But… you said I was annoying,” she said quietly. She looked up at him with uncertainty and vulnerability radiating from her. He couldn’t let that continue.
“Marinette,” he started, taking a deep breath to prepare himself for ruining their friendship. He moved so he was kneeling on the floor in front of her. “You are annoying. Your smile is annoying because it’s so bright and blinding. Your laugh is annoying because it's light and bright and makes the entire mood lighter. Your huge heart is annoying because it puts you and your heart in danger ALL the time. Your eyes are annoying because they’re clear and kind and make the people seeing them feel hopeful. Your lips are annoying because they’re plump and soft looking. Your kiss is annoying because it was warm and mind-blowing. It’s all annoying because it isn’t meant for me. That’s what makes it annoying.” He cradled her head in his hands and gently ran his thumbs over her cheeks. He furrowed his brow and gave her a desperate look. “Can we play pretend for tonight? Pretend we love each other? Make each other’s pain go away for a night.”
“I don’t want to pretend,” she whispered, moving closer to him until her breath was fanning out over his face.
He shook his head and angled his head to a better position. “I don’t have to.” His voice had turned husky and barely audible.
“Neither do I.” She pushed the last few centimeters to close the gap between them and capture his lips with her own.
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Roy moaned as the light hit his eyes. Usually the light didn’t get him unless he’d slept into the late, late morning. He turned over, trying to find respite from the light. He moved slowly so he wouldn’t wake up Marinette. His eyes flew open and he shot up. Marinette! That’s why he had slept late enough for the light to hit him. He and Marinette had kept each other awake until the early morning.
He looked over to the other side of the bed to see how she felt now that the alcohol had worn off. The bed was empty. They’d fallen asleep with his arms around her and her nuzzling into his chest. But Marinette was gone. He groaned and collapsed back onto the bed. He ran his hand over his face and into his hair. She left. Shit he ruined everything. She woke up, realized how much of a fuck up he is, and got the fuck out as quickly as she could.
He never should have let them sleep together last night, let alone repeatedly. She wasn’t in her right mind. He hadn’t been either, but he should have waited and now he’d ruined their friendship. He jumped at his phone when it started ringing. Maybe she was calling. That was perfect. They could talk about this and figure out where they were, hopefully, if he begged and promised never to look at her again, they could get back to friends.
He almost threw the phone when he saw it was Jason. “What do you want?” he demanded rougher than Jason deserved. But then again, he had almost definitely done something at some point to deserve it.
“Where are you?” Jason demanded back, rougher than Roy had been.
“In my apartment. Where are you?” Roy asked petulantly.
“In the garage where you’re supposed to be, asshole,” Jason answered shortly.
Fuck! Roy looked at the clock. It was after ten. He was supposed to meet Jason to work on his bike. He groaned. This day just kept getting better and fucking better. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, leaning his elbows on his knees to cradle his head. “Sorry. I’m not making it today.”
“What the fuck, jackass? What am I supposed to do about my bike?” Jason yelled.
Roy sighed and ran his hand over his face again. Jason needed his bike for a job. He didn’t have time to wait for Roy to get his act together. “Sorry. I… yeah, fine. I’ll get there in a little bit.”
“Hurry the fuck up,” Jason growled at him.
“Yeah, okay,” Roy answered quietly.
The line went silent for a few moments. Roy almost tossed his phone at the call ending but Jason finally spoke up again. “What’s with you?”
“Nothing. I’ll get there when I get there,” Roy promised already starting to get up.
“Bullshit. You’re acting funny. What happened?”
Roy fell back to sit on the edge of the bed again. “I… I fucked up.”
“What’s fucking new?” Jason scoffed.
Roy shook his head and looked longingly at the wall. If he was closer, he could hit his head into it a few times, really drive the pain home. “I really fucked up this time.”
“Okay…” Jason prompted him.
“I slept with Marinette last night,” Roy groaned out.
“Fucking finally!” Jason cheered. “Fine, you two… wait, what do you mean fucked up? What did you do?”
“I told you I slept with her. I… we were drunk. I shouldn’t have slept with her. Fuck. I ruined everything. She’s going to hate me.”
“Pixie’s not going to hate you. What did she say this morning?”
“She left before I woke up.” He chuckled bitterly. “She always was the smart one. Got out as quickly as she could.”
“Okay, grab something to eat, take a shower, get here when you get here. I’ve got to make a call.” The line cut off quickly.
Roy pulled on some underwear and pajama bottoms and tucked his phone into the pocket. He made his way to the kitchen to start coffee. Today was definitely a multiple cups of coffee day. He was going to need lots of coffee to deal with this day. Maybe he could take a few extra thermoses of coffee with him to the garage. He just got to the kitchen when his phone started ringing again. His brow furrowed in confusion when he looked at his phone and realized his screen was still black. He jumped back when he heard a groan from the couch.
“What do you want, Jay?” Marinette croaked out sleepily. She sat up slowly, rubbing her hand over her face. “Why do you want to know where…” she paused to let him speak. Her eyes widened in surprise. “How did you…” She looked around her and squeaked when she saw Roy staring at her, frozen in uncertainty. She gave Roy a timid wave and an awkward smile. “No I’m… I… uh… still here. I just moved to the couch.”
She turned away quickly and hunched over her phone. “I will,” she tried to whisper into the phone. She sighed and rubbed her forehead. “We both know you’re not going to kick my ass…” she sat straight up suddenly and glanced back at Roy for a second before turning away again. “Yes, yes. Fine. I got it. Just stop threatening him,” she whisper shouted into the phone. “I’ll tell him…” she paused again. “I don’t know if there’s anything to congr…” she stopped when he cut her off. “I’ll try not to. Thanks, Jay.”
She ended the call and took a deep breath before standing to face Roy. “Hi,” she said shyly, waving at him again, slowly making her way around the couch to the same side as him. “Jay said not to worry about the garage?”
“You’re still here,” he observed breathlessly, ignoring Jason’s message.
“I… You mentioned a while ago that Lian sometimes still crawls into bed with you in the mornings. We hadn’t discussed what this,” she motioned between them, “meant and I didn’t want her to find me there if this wasn’t going anywhere.” She looked away and hugged her arms around herself. “Sorry, I should have left but I didn’t want to call someone to pick me up and have to talk about it with them and I wasn’t in any condition to make it home on my own and cabs in this town, you know, it’s hit or miss.”
“No, I’m glad you stayed. I thought…” he paused, cutting himself off and felt his lips spread into a goofy smile. “You stayed.”
“I stayed,” she confirmed with a tentative smile. Her eyes darted behind him and returned to him, her face becoming serious. “I can go now though, before she wakes up. I’m sober enough now.”
He shook his head as he walked over to her, stopping just in front of her close enough for him to reach over and touch her, but he restrained himself. He wasn’t sure how she felt about last night and he didn’t want to presume. “Lian isn’t here. Remember? She was with Oliver and Dinah yesterday and I’m picking her up at dinner tonight.”
“Oh… right… that”s… yeah, you told me that. Drunk me didn’t remember that,” she hit her hand on her head and gave him a sheepish smile.
He chuckled and started to reach out toward her but pulled his hand back just before it touched her as he realized what might be causing her resistance. “Unless you were looking for an excuse to get away. We can pretend she’ll be coming out any second,” he offered quietly.
Marinette shook her head slowly, keeping her eyes on Roy. “I’m not. I just didn’t want to confuse or upset Lian.”
Roy chuckled and leaned against the back of the couch close to Marinette. “Finding you in our apartment or even in my bed wouldn’t upset Lian. She loves you. She asks for you to stay over all the time. The only thing that might upset her is that you’re sleeping in my bed and not having a sleepover with her.”
Marinette gave him a relieved smile and leaned against the couch too. “I guess I can schedule some sleepovers with her. We can have some girl time.”
“And what about me?” Roy asked hopefully.
“Do you want me to have sleepovers with you too?” She asked uncertainly, like she was looking for confirmation that it was something he would be okay with, let alone want. As though he would ever say no to her. Like he was more worthy than her.
He mentally scoffed at the very idea. She was the prize. She was the amazing one. She always had been. She was a goddess and he was just him. A screw up who tried his hardest and still screwed up everything he touched. He kept falling, kept failing and Marinette shined. She didn’t even have to work at it but she still did. God, he loved her. And she was staring at him like he was deserving and he really wanted to be.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her between his legs. “God, please yes.” She let out a shuddering, relieved breath and melted into his embrace, hugging him back tightly. She pulled away just enough to look up at him with a loving smile. He cupped her face with his hand and looked over her face studying it in awe until he bent down to kiss her slowly. He pulled away too soon for Marinette’s liking. “I just wanted to do that sober.”
“As good as you remember?” she asked with a hopeful smile.
“Better,” he smiled back at her and brushed her bangs away from her face, returning his hand to cup her jaw. “I’ve wanted to do that since I met you.”
She laid her hand on top of his. Her eyes shined up at him. “I’ve been waiting for you to.” She wound her other hand behind his neck and pulled him down to her lips, capturing them in a passionate, desperate kiss. His arm tightened against her waist, pulling her closer and holding her flush against him with one hand. His other hand ghosted over her neck and down her side and back up again, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Her fingers moved to trace the lines of his muscles on his abdomen, chest, and arms.
She whined as he pulled away from her, but squeaked when he picked her up by her thighs to straddle him, walking them back toward the bedroom. “Let’s start that sleepover now,” he whispered huskily against her lips. She giggled and pulled herself up to kiss up his neck and nibble on his ear as he struggled to focus on making it to the bed without falling.
Michelle said that the imternet is down in her building so the update is postponed till like Saturday. It’s available on the patron for 10+ if some of you want to see it first.
