Summary: Marinette's a killer who likes money. Her best client is Adrien, a man so obsessed with her that he willingly puts his life in danger to see her. When she agrees to be his bodyguard, she ends up with a target on her back as well. AU. Rating: Teen.
(two red flags fall in love.)
one-shot
“Put your hands on my waist and pretend to kiss me,” she demanded.
“Oh, my god,” he murmured, doing as she said. His touch was barely there, so hesitant and light that she could hardly feel him. Her shirt rode up to show part of her stomach, so his hands made contact with her bare skin. “I—”
She leaned in so their noses were touching. “Shut up.”
He was still wide-eyed.
She tugged his hair a little.
Adrien let out a moan.
“What the fuck,” she said.
“What do you want from me?” he replied, visibly flustered. “You're hot and you're—you're in my face!”
“If you get a boner—”
“Maybe don't pull my hair!” he exclaimed.
Marinette glared at him.
“Don't look at me,” he all but begged. “I'm touching you and you're so close. I'm losing my fucking mind already.”
“You are pathetic,” she told him.
Adrien squirmed beneath her. “Stop talking dirty to me.”
“I'm insulting you.”
“Jokes on you, I'm into that,” he replied without skipping a beat. “Isn't your plan not to turn me on? You're doing a terrible job.”
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