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The Atrium of the Agreste manor was filled with something alien to it until recently, laughter. Sabrina darted in through the open door and turned. She was in shorts and a sweat-streaked t-shirt, and wore her athletic goggles above a broad grin. Adrien darted in after her, dribbling the ball between his feet. He darted left and she lunged, he darted right and she spun, wobbling on exhausted legs. He was laughing, she was laughing, and the world was right. Adrien launched the ball between her feet and zipped around her to snatch it again. It was equal parts luck and intent that she caught the ball with her heel, knocking it off course.
They both wheeled after it but skidded to a stop. Gabriel Agreste stood outside the door to his Atelier, hands clasped behind himself. He still intimidated Sabrina just by his presence. Even now she couldn’t completely erase from her mind the time he had crushed her dreams and cast her out of the mansion. She couldn’t read Adrien’s father’s face, so she took her cue from Adrien.
Adrien looked tense, but not terribly so. Sabrina slipped up beside him, scooting the ball back behind her with a toe as she took Adrien’s hand to give a reassuring squeeze. The tension seemed to ebb out through their contact.
“Adrien, I am working.”
“Sorry, Father.”
Sabrina was keyed into the moment. Adrien sounded contrite, but it didn’t feel like the Pavlovian deference from when they first met. She squeezed again and nodded, mouthing,”Sorry.” thought it came out as barely a peep.
Gabriel’s eyes flicked to her and she tried a smile, for Adrien. She felt Adrien’s return squeeze at the same time Gabriel spoke.
“It is… okay. You came from… practice?”
Sabrina swallowed. Gabriel was trying to involve himself with Adrien’s life again. It was always strange. He would make an overture, then recoil. Sabrina always hoped one day it would stick, for Adrien.
“Yes, Father. Two hours of team practice, followed by one hour of shot and passing practice with my personal trainer. You know her, right?” Adrien let go of Sabrina’s hand and slipped his arm loosely around her waist.
There was a pause, then the hints of a smile crept onto Gabriel Agreste’s face, tentative, as if not quite sure how they arrived there. “No, I do not. Is she new to Paris?”
Sabrina blanked, and from the silence Adrien did too. The pair were still transfixed when Gabriel tilted his head just slightly, and raised an eyebrow a fraction of an inch. Sabrina made the connection and giggled. Beside her Adrien stood poleaxed still, and that turned her giggles into laughs. One half of Gabriel’s mouth raised in a smirk and then Adrien began to laugh too. It was only because she’d spent so much time with him, that Sabrina could hear the relief mixed in with the mirth in Adrien’s laughter.
By the time they’d sorted themselves the tiny ticks of personality on Gabriel’s face had hidden themselves again. “I am glad to see you are devoted to perfecting your new passion, Adrien. If you must do something, do it well.” Gabriel added after a pause, “I have been considering a sportswear line…”
It was the closest to asking for something Gabriel had ever come in Sabrina’s presence. She didn't want to jinx it. She forced herself not to look at Adrien, not to do much more than keep breathing. The best she could do was shift her hips slightly, pressing against Adrien’ arm around her.
Adrien spoke, his voice cracking just slightly as he began, “I could… be one of the models for it. If that would help?”
Gabriel’s answer was so fast it almost rode over Adrien’s final words, “Indeed. I will add you to the shoots.” He nearly stumbled on the final words in his haste, “Among other models.”
“I’d like that, Dad.”
Gabriel stiffened for an instant before saying simply, “Good night Adrien, please try to keep the noise in the Atrium to a minimum.” It wasn’t a request.
“Yes, Father.” Adrien squeezed her waste and Sabrina took his cue.
“Good night, Mr. Agreste.” She waved, and got a barely contained grimace in return.
Up in Adrien’s room they pulled apart and Sabrina flopped across Adrien’s bed.
“Is that ever gonna get easy?” she moaned to the ceiling.
Adrien flopped down beside her and tapped her goggles. “I thought it went pretty good. He asked me for something. I can’t remember the last time he asked anyone for anything.”
Sabrina pulled the sport-eyewear off and dropped the soggy thing off the side of the bed. She squinted at Adrien and made a grabby paw towards roughly where her bag should be. “You wanna do it?”
Adrien fished out her glasses and handed them to her. It was a beautifully in focus Adrien who tilted his head before falling over onto his side, laying his head on her stomach. “Yeah, if he wants me to. I think I can do it, this once. It seems like a good idea to reward the effort, right?"
Sabrina ran her hands back over his tightly braided hair down to the thick braid now trailing full to his nape. She gave it a little tug. "I think so?" Her hands moved back up to rub with fingertips along his grimey brow and back to his temples, she would never get tired of simply touching him and marveling that he was real.
Adrien mmmed and curled his body up alongside hers. He slipped his arms around her waist again and pulled her against him. “Would you want to be included in it again? Things might turn out a bit different this time. I’d like to see us on billboards. I’m ready.”
The suggestion brought back memories. The first time she’d inadvertently ended up in photos and the weeks of harassment that followed. She cupped his face in her hands. It would be different, everything was different now. “I’ve got you right here, I don’t need a billboard. But if you want…”
Adrien crawled up over her, pressing his face into her hands until his nose bumped hers. “You spoil me,” he whispered before touching his lips to hers in the gentlest of kisses.
Sabrina curled her fingers against the line of his jaw, letting the kiss linger. She was feeling suddenly nostalgic, and her mind reminded her of a first kiss in her darkened attic hideaway. She let him go and touched foreheads. “Aren’tcha supposed to spoil a kitty?”
Adrien drew back and sat up, grinning his Noirish grin down at her. "Mmm, I'm perfectly content with this state of affairs, but shouldn't my pupper get a treat as well?"
Sabrina teasingly smacked her lips,"Maybe a less salty kiss? A clean kitty to nibble on?"
His eyes lit up in response, that emerald lightning that promised mischief. "A joint shower purrrhaps? While we're talking do overs…" He trailed the fingertips of one hand over her belly through the thin cotton of her t-shirt. "I wasn't the best company our first time around."
Sabrina’s abs tensed, that was a new experience, having abs. The light layer of muscle under pale skin that flexed under his touch. It highlighted the trail of his fingers over her skin in sympathetic response. Her breath caught and she let out a soft whine. Sabrina reached up, making grabby paws at Adrien until he leaned into them. She pulled him down on her and cupped his face again, her fingertips lightly massaging back around his head and scritching up under his braid. “Kitty, there’s no place else I woulda rather been.”
His eyes closed and he leaned into her touch. Even without his costume on he could mimic a decent purr and did so now, grinning when it elicited a fond giggle from her lips.
Sabrina bit her bottom lip. “I’d love a shower with you again though.” She glanced to the side, but forced herself through her fear to look back at him before finishing, ”Maybe no ‘eyes front’ this time.”
Adrien's eyes were green slits as he leaned in closer. "I like 'eyes front,' as long as it's your front."
His warm tone made Sabrina squirm every bit as much as his words. She felt a now or never moment approaching. Before Adrien it would always have been never, but now-
Sabrina pushed him off and grabbed hold of his shirt. She pulled him along to the bathroom and he stumbled after her, laughing. His fingers groped at the hem of her t-shirt, untucking it and provoking ticklish giggles. Sabrina's mind raced. I want his clothes off! What's going to happen? How does this work? Will someone hear? I hope Nathalie doesn't decide to check.
They stumbled together into the bathroom. She got his shirt up first, he helped finish the job and tossed it aside. And just like all the times she'd seen him shirtless before, it was a treat. Adrien had always been lean. Fencing, heroing, and now soccer saw to that. Since she'd known him though the exercise had really taken hold. No longer required to be a model waif, Adrien was a rival to Michelangelo's David. Pecs, abs, and a pronounced but not overstated V to his whole upper torso, corded muscle under his strong yet gentle arms, all of it had made Sabrina's mouth water more than once.
She was staring and he knew it. He gave her his Noirish smile and tensed his muscles, giving a mock flex for her benefit. Sabrina blushed, covering her face reflexively before reaching out to touch him. "This is so…"
"Yeah." Adrien stepped into her touch and encircled her waist in an embrace. "It is."
Sabrina nuzzled at the side of his neck, snuggling in close and loving as always the simple fact that he found her good enough, important enough, for him. "You're gonna teach a dog to purr one of these days."
Adrien's hands gripped her shirt. "Maybe today." He pulled it up over her head in turn. Sabrina had to twist her head to keep her glasses on. She resettled them and smiled up at him, hands pressed to his bare chest.
Adrien ran his fingers up her back, stopping at the spandex of her sports bra. "Girl's cheat."
Sabrina bumped his chin with her forehead and asked a ticklishly dangerous question: "And how many girls have you had in this situation to know?"
"Just the one who matters."
He kissed her forehead and it combined with his words to light a fire in her belly. The fire evoked bravery. "Let me even the field then."
Sabrina shifted in his grasp, peeling her bra off and pitching it aside before burrowing in to hide herself against his chest; bravery short lived.
Adrien chuckled against her hair and the vibrations in his chest sent a shiver through her skin. "We'll never get anywhere this way, not that I am complaining about where we are now." He squeezed her. "It's not like it's the first time we've seen each other."
Sabrina laid the side of her head under his chin. She traced his collarbone with a fingertip and breathed in the scent of him. "I know, but it's all at once. It's different than just fooling around. It's kinda spooky."
His hands kneaded the small of her back, a strong touch on bare skin. "It's not the same as the first time either, because the nakedness is the point. Before it was just a side effect."
Sabrina nodded against him and Adrien squeezed her again.
"We can always abort. Curiosity is killing this cat, but he's willing to wait for the purrfect time."
Sabrina latched onto one word as desire and fear melted into indecision. She let her fingers trace down his chest, stopping at his heartbeat. She raised her gaze to his. "Curiosity?"
Adrien smiled, and it was the most tender of things. "You're beautiful Sabs. Your face, your hands, the curve of your breasts, the way your hips flare out, perfect for holding when we dance. I've seen it all in pieces, and my fingertips know even more than my eyes, but it'll never be enough. Like you said, it's different, all at once."
Adrien brought a hand up and tapped her nose.
"Just to warn you though. I feel like I may become addicted. You are the finest catnip."
He finished with a grin and that grin mingled with the growing heat in her belly his words stirred. The fire wanted to take over and she let it. Sabrina caught hold of the back of his neck and jumped into a kiss. Adrien's surprise melted into desire before gravity had even brought her back to her feet.
He reached for her again as the kiss broke but she stopped him with a hand. Now, not never. Sabrina toed off her sneakers, shucked her shorts and panties, then hopped her way through pulling off her socks, wobbling only once. With butterflies finally catching up she turned back to him, arms folded, knees knocked, and shoulders hunched but a hopeful smile on her face.
"Gotit," she quipped.
Humor danced in his eyes. She had probably looked silly fighting her socks. It was replaced with warmth as he stepped closer.
The tiles were cold under her bare feet.
He cupped her chin.
She worried about her freckles.
His eyes never left hers.
She didn't know what to do with her hands.
He drew her to him.
She felt like she was all bony limbs.
He kissed her.
What was she worried about again? Her arms encircled him so naturally, her hands were for touching every inch of him, how could she be cold when he was so warm? She uncurled and melted against him, sighing into his lips.
He drew back and winked. "Even better than I had imagined, though I will need extensive study to be sure of course."
Sabrina just giggled helplessly, the overwhelming sensation of the moment overriding rational thought.
Adrien helped, glancing down. "Think I'm overdressed now. Shall I, or…?"
Sabrina's thumbs were hooked into his waistband before he could finish. She tugged down, met resistance, and pulled them out before tugging again. The reason was quickly clear, and brushed against her forearm accidently as she straightened up. They both jerked back and shared a laugh shot through with adrenaline.
Sabrina whispered, "Oh hi."
Adrien touched her hips. "Your fault."
The undeniable proof that it wasn't just words was intoxicating. Sabrina reached between them and curled her fingers around him. "Should I apologize?"
His sharp intake of breath was musical to her ears. His hips twitched against her touch in a way that was intimately familiar, yet new when so exposed. So close to…
Adrien murmured, "Only if you really do want to shower."
Ba-bump. Sabrina's heart twisted in her chest. Oh my God. Does he– should we–? Ticklish excitement rippled through her nerves, evoking a shudder. Many an evening she had spent imagining, but…
She pressed closer, nuzzling his neck. "Do you wanna?"
He whispered back, "Do you?"
They weren't talking about showers anymore.
Sabrina shivered even against his warmth, her grip shifted and he did the same. There was a lightness to his touch. Was he just as nervous? Sabrina flicked her tongue against his shoulder and gave a small nip. "Maybe take care of the salty first?"
She felt him relax, well, most of him. And she relaxed in turn. He murmured, "You'll need to let go if I'm going to turn the shower on."
"Awww." Sabrina slid a hand up, scritching against the stubbly back of his head. "Do I hafta?"
Adrien turns his head, nuzing then kissing her hand. "You can have it back."
She let go after one more gentle caress that had him nip and kiss against her temple with the cutest of growls. Adrien stepped away, his breathing ragged, and set to turning on the shower. Sabrina took off her glasses and the world became a blur. It didn't matter, she had long ago memorized his face.
Well, it mattered a bit. She hadn't memorized his shower. Adrien guided her into a world of tile and poor depth perception. Happy laughter replaced bated breaths as they doused themselves and she groped for Shampoo.
"I've got it." He picked up a blurry blue bottle. "Just for you, flea and tick formula."
Sabrina gave him a solid pout, which got a snicker in return. But then his hands were in her hair. His fingers scritched and massaged over her scalp and Sabrina would have forgiven him anything. She swayed and leaned into the touch, practically melting. It got another chuckle.
A second dousing sluiced the shampoo out of her hair and in a fit of impishness Sabrina shook her head back and forth madly.
"Ack! Hey!" Adrien grabbed hold of her arms, which did little to help.
She grinned up at him. "Gotta dry the fur off, right?"
It was her turn. She knew his hair wasn't up for washing. You didn't take braids like that out for just anything. Instead she aimed for roughly where the bar soap and washcloth should be. She lathered up the cloth. "Turn 'round."
He complied and she began to scrub him down. It was more joy than task. Running her soapy hands and the cloth over his strong shoulders, corded back, and down to his firm butt was both energizing and ultimately soothing. Sabrina took her time.
Adrien leaned into her touch just as she had his, and amid it all, a confession. "Paris Saint-Germain sent someone to recruit me."
Sabrina paused. It was the world intruding, but it was important. It was important to him, it was important to them. Sabrina resumed scrubbing. With a touch she turned him to face her so she could work down his chest. "Are you going to check them out?"
His hands settled on her shoulders lightly. Sabrina felt the tremors. "I don't–know? I should. It's what I want right? I haven't finished schooling though. I want something in case–"
He was wavering; her kitty was lost. Sabrina dropped the washcloth and laid her hands over his. "You don't have to let them decide for you. They can wait, you can finish if you want. Other teams might look too. You're good and they know it."
She spoke the words like a mantra, slow and rhythmic. Even after all this time, it was hard for him to say no to authority. He didn't need her opinion right now, he needed permission to have his own. When she finished she squeezed his hands and he squeezed back.
"Thanks Sabs. I needed that."
She wrinkled her nose at his blurry features and grinned. "I mean it. You should do what you want. I remember a famous model telling me that once."
"What I want, hmm?"
She opened her mouth to reply but he swept her in and dipped her. He was kissing her before she got a sound out and she was clinging to him. Water wormed its way into the kiss, the floor was slippery and she was too far bent for balance, but he had her. Those strong arms wouldn't let her fall.
He swept her back up in a dizzying rush and Sabrina wibbled on her feet. Adrien steadied her with a hold around her waist. "Yes, that was exactly what I wanted."
Sabrina burbled in a giddy reply.
Adrien asked, "Where's the cloth? Ah I see it."
He dipped while she was still steadying herself and as he rose he drew the washcloth up the inside of her left leg, tracing a trail until—
Sabrina whined and gripped his shoulders.
"Too much?" Concern laced his words.
Sabrina nodded, then shook her head. She widened her stance to stabilize herself. I… just wasn't… ready."
Another kiss; the cloth ventured to safer spaces, tracing circles over her tummy. His other arm held her carefully now, supporting her. “We’ll figure it out, together.”
Sabrina swallowed and nodded. She shifted her hips, leaning into his touch and tracing her fingertips along his forearms. His hands continued their gentle attention. The cloth moved up over her skin, starting safely, arms, sides, back. He turned her with gentle urgings and she drifted in the quiet bliss of the attention.
Slowly, tentatively, his touch explored further. The cloth brushed the curve of her right breast and she murmured, but didn’t flinch. He washed her, gently but purposefully, disarming some of the intensity of the moment. The hot water drummed on her back, adding its own soothing element to the mix. When fingers replaced cloth and he explored her left breast with purpose this time, she was already half-lost to the moment. She pressed in, and her hands touched him absently. Arms, back, chest, hips. She leaned into him and swayed, placing a trail of kisses against his collarbone and leaving a little puppy bite on his shoulder.
When his hands left her, they left her wanting more. She opened eyes she hadn’t realized she had closed and peered up at him in confusion. He whispered, “Maybe we should get out? It–It doesn’t mean we have to get dressed.”
Sabrina nodded dreamily, slowly coming back to herself, but a self that was warm and comfortable. A skin that felt loved and lovely, not awkward and shy. With the water off, she took the towel he handed her. Her imagination was already painting her pictures out of the manga volumes she kept hidden carefully away.
—--
Adrien rubbed himself down with the towel, trying to quell his excitement, trying to keep himself in check. His thoughts drifted back to their very first moments together in the dark confines of Sabrina’s attic. He’d felt this pull even then, and he had always worried he could push too hard, break this wonderful bond by misuse. She seems ready, eager, but how do I know? Do I ask? ‘Sabrina do you want to have sex?’ We’d both devolve into an embarrassed mess. Am I even ready if I can’t ask out loud?
Adrien paused in drying to look over at her, and doubt just fell away. Sabrina was ruffling her hair dry, apparently unaware or uncaring now that this left her body completely exposed. One he had come to love, both because it housed the girl he loved, and for its own merits. He’d thought he was a one-type man. Ladybug, Lithe turned to fulsome over the last year was it, right? No.
Sabrina was half a head shorter than Ladybug now, and her original awkwardness had not fled from age so much as it had been altered through hard work. She was lean, with subtle muscles under her skin. While she had barely a chest, the flex of her abs when he touched her belly was a treat he would never get tired of; that hidden power. Her hips, always quirkily wide, had stayed such, though her slender thighs had filled into them. They were toned from her constant aid in his soccer training and her own work as Miss Hound. The body matched the girl within; full of a hidden strength that most overlooked, and a beauty fools could not appreciate.
Adrien wanted to have her out of her clothes even more often than he could reasonably contrive. He imagined entire days spent lounging together, naked, that he could drink her with his eyes and worship her with his touch.
“Yer staring.” Sabrina pulled him out of his thoughts.
Adrien blinked and expected a rebuke, or shy retreat in her response. Instead she held her balled up towel in one arm and canted her hips, one hand resting on the uplifted one. Her stance was wide, and as his eyes slid down the curve of her belly his fingertips began to tingle. His decency might hesitate, but his body knew exactly what it wanted.
Adrien shook his head to clear it then grinned helplessly. “I’m just an admirer of art.”
Sabrina rolled her eyes in response, but grinned and wiggled her hips before putting her glasses back on. She blinked at him through them then he felt her look him down and up. “I don’t know about art, but dogs do know a thing or two about bones.”
Adrien blanched, and Sabrina giggled, diving in to snuggle up to him. She smelled wonderfully clean. He kissed her and she lifted up on her tiptoes to push back into it. She was standing on his feet and as he pulled back from the kiss he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and began stiff-legged walking back out of the bathroom, carrying her along. She hooked his waist to help keep their balance and it was a laughing whopping mess that collapsed back onto his bed.
She snuggled up to his side as he lay on his back; her head on his shoulder. Adrien let out a contented sigh, even as desire and contentment wrestled within. He could stay like this forever. Is that how this is supposed to feel? I want to but… I would be happy with what I have too.
That settled it for him. He knew he was ready, but he didn't want to push. He would be content. Basking a few more minutes he turned slightly to try for a kiss to the top of her head. "We should-"
"-o you have… the thing ?" Sabrina's hand splayed low on his abdomen and Adrien's well ordered thoughts scattered. Her hand drifted lower, indicating.
He swallowed. "Yeah."
She nestled in a little tighter even as her fingertips brushed over him. "You should get it."
It took every bit of self control not to jump from the bed. Still, his hands were shaking as he dug through his nightstand drawer. The back, under the notebooks, in the tin where no one would suspect.
Adrien tore the foil wrapper and let it drop to the floor. He started it the wrong way around at first and quickly corrected himself, rolling it down into place. This was happening. This was happening!
He looked back at Sabrina, suddenly feeling sheepish as he sat, properly protected. She crawled up to him on all fours and placed a hand on his chest, pushing lightly. "Tell me if I do something wrong?"
He fell back under her touch, nodding. She climbed up over him and his hands immediately went to her hips. He had to touch her, hold her, she was too far away to kiss. She sat up and reached between them. The moment turned a familiar touch into fire and his fingertips squeezed against her hips before they'd even begun. She lined him up then slowly began to lower her hips.
Instantly her lips parted. "Hhaahah ah, nnn ha." She paused, swallowing, then sank down the rest of the way with one last gasp."Ah!".
Adrien tensed and gasped in return, but something instantly drew his attention from his own pleasure. Sabrina sagged, supporting herself with splayed hands on his belly. He could reach up and just cup her cheek like this. "Sabs, you okay?"
She raised her eyes and smiled a slightly bewildered smile. "I did it."
She giggled and he laughed in return. An entirely new experience, yet just another moment between them. Adrien lowered his hand back to her hip then traced his fingers across her skin. Another moment's pause and she gave an impish grin, rocking her hips. The motion pulled gasps from both of them. That impish grew deeper and she ground against him again.
Disjointed thoughts slipped in between the barrage of sensation. Should I be doing more? God she looks amazing. Her hips, I can- Adrien grabbed hold and added his own efforts to the mix. He still let her lead, but he pulled and pushed to accentuate her motions. His eyes wanted to close from the rush, but he wouldn't let them. He wouldn't miss a second of this.
Soft needful whines drifted out on panting breaths from her. She began to lean in, her arms not holding her. At some instinctive point she was close enough. Adrien snagged her in his arms and pulled her down. He kissed her, he needed to kiss her. He'd been hungry for it from the moment they began. Her arms slid under him, pulling, squeezing. At this angle she couldn’t move as easily.
But he could. He held her tightly in his arms and rocked his hips up now. Thrusting up to meet her with every stroke. Her soft gasps turned into full throated moans and she clung all the more tightly to him.
Sabrina's teeth bit at the base of his neck and it spurred him on. He heard his name, broken. "Ah -ieee- drii- n-n-n." from her lips and it stoked the fire inside.
From instinct more than intent he surged up, hooking her leg and flipping them. They bounced once on the bed and he slipped free, but by this point they were one again without missing a beat. Adrien thrust down as her hips rose to meet him. He had her lips in a kiss again. Her tongue danced in his mouth. It was all out of order, or all happening at once.
When the sudden surge hit, he wasn't prepared. He thrust down and held it, only half a, "Sab-" escaping his lips before the shuddering gasp took his breath. He shivered, sensitive from head to toe in the aftermath. He worried about putting too much weight on her but she pulled him down and snuggled him in against her shoulder. Her fingers gently stroked over his braids and down his neck. Three soft simple words drifted to his ears.
"I love you."
Adrien slowly came back to himself. He replied with a squeeze at first, then a kiss to the side of her neck, then jawline. "And I'm damn lucky, because I am hopelessly in love with you, Sabrina Raincomprix."
They sealed it not with a kiss but with a nuzzle and a pair of conspiritus giggles. It was reluctantly that he drew back gently.
"I should take care of this…"
She nodded and spawled lazily on the sheets as he went to dispose of the condom. It was a new bit of momentary panic, hiding it under some crumpled up toilet paper in the basket. That was *not* something he wanted accidently found. Adrien cleaned himself up by guesswork and headed back out.
She hadn't moved an inch, but as he returned, she propped herself up on an elbow and God- she's beautiful . Adrien dove onto the bed, hooked her into an embrace, and snuggled her half across him.
She eep-ed and peered down at him. This close, her glasses made her eyes large. "You liked your doggo’s new trick?"
He kissed her in response, he didn't have enough words for it all just yet. Amid the kiss he rolled with her, settling her onto her back this time. He loosened his hold on her and ran one hand down. Down along her side, down over her hip, and gently between her thighs his fingertips delved.
Sabrina gasped softly and her legs shifted, briefly clenching around his hand before she relaxed them again. She glanced questioningly at him. Adrien bumped noses with her. "Sabs, I know the sounds you make quite well by now, and I don't think someone finished today."
Color flooded her cheeks. "I don't have to-"
Adrien countered, "I do."
With that she lay back, and this was familiar and joyous ground for him. Normally there were blankets involved, or clothing half-worn. This time he could let his fingers play unobstructed over her and both watch and listen to the reactions he drew forth.
She squirmed and cooed under his attention in ways that had long mesmerized him. Her hands gripped his shoulders or the sheets in turn. Her thighs would reflexively tense in overload but she pushed them apart each time, hooking a foot over his legs to anchor herself.
Adrien took advantage of the freedom full nudity offered him to kiss and nibble his way across every curve he could as his fingers worked. A nip to one perky nipple got his ears pulled, just like he knew it would. When at last the telltale shudder took her and those sweet lips parted in a breathless soundless moan Adrien finished it with one last lingering kiss.
Sabrina curled up to his chest, legs pulled up and head under his chin. He stroked along her back and murmured, "No new tricks from your kitty yet."
She touched his chest reverently, "I like the old ones."
A long sweet silence was filled only by their breathing until Adrien finally said, "Come back tonight?"
Sabrina nodded under his chin. "I can sneak out."
"I want to fall asleep beside you tonight."
"Yeah."
He held her just a little tighter as a joint sigh left them both.
It was bliss.
A sharp rap at the door.
Nathalie's voice from the other side, "Adrien?"
They banged heads diving for their clothes.