Rich Mess ; Adrien vs. Felix

23 - Give Me a Sign

Marinette's POV

"At least be fucking happy with him so that I can move on with my life and completely wipe you out of my heart." Adrien said, his voice almost cracking from pain. These words, they affected me more than I would like them to. This man truly loves me. He always has. And now, I knew that for sure.

"Tell me, how am I supposed to be happy if you're unhappy?" He continued, with trembling lips and almost watery eyes. I let out an exasperated sigh and bit my lower lip to suppress my tears. How did I get myself in this situation? Why does this feel like 6 years ago, when we used to fight because of how much we loved each other? I couldn't help but look at the floor and start crying silently.

To my surprise, Adrien grabbed my face gently, tilting my chin towards him to force me to look inside his beautiful green eyes. "How am I supposed to be happy for you when you're crying like this?" He whispered, his face only inches away from mine.

When I looked at him, his eyes briefly settled on my lips, and our proximity ignited a fire in my core. His words, his touch, and the sincerity in his voice radiated so much love and longing.

A single tear fell down his cheek, and he immediately snapped out of his trance. He let go of my face, and I immediately missed the warmth of his touch. Again, he walked away from me, shaking his head in disappointment. I instinctively walked after him to grab his wrist and make him face me.

Suddenly, I started remembering our love story. Our beautiful, incomplete, imperfect mess of a love story. The tears of joy, sadness and anger I cried over him. The life I imagined with him when I was nothing but a lovesick fool. The betrayals. The distance. The longing. The wondering when we would see each other again. The late night car rides, the kisses, the cuddles, the broken promises. I remembered everything. My happiest and worst moments involved him. All the roads I take somehow lead to him, even the ones I took to forget him.

My heart was pounding in my chest, and my vision started to get blurry – the only thing I could see was him. Without a warning, I kissed him. I kissed him like it was normal, like it was a habit, like we'd been doing it forever.

I could sense his shock, but it didn't matter to me. I ran my hands in his hair and continued kissing him, enjoying the warmth of his body pressed on mine. After a few seconds of hesitating, he kissed me back. The sensation of his lips on mine sent electric waves down my spine. He gently grabbed my jaw with his left hand and the back of my head with his other hand. He tugged on my hair lightly, indicating me to kiss him harder. And so I did.

"We shouldn't..." He managed to breathe out in between kisses. This didn't deter me. I didn't care about anything anymore. I certainly didn't care about a man who became the biggest jackass on earth, conveniently after securing my hand in marriage.

Ignoring his words, I tiptoed as his hands trailed down to my waist. Like a reflex, he grabbed my thighs and lifted me off the ground. I wrapped my legs around his torso before he pinned my back on the wall. Our kiss intensified, and so did the fire in my core.

"Mari, this is wrong..." He breathed out again, his actions not following his words at all. He trailed sloppy kisses down my jaw, then to my neck. That's when I realized how much I missed his touch all these years, and I couldn't help but let out a small moan as he reached the sensitive spot on my neck.

"Adrien..." I whispered gently, getting lost in his embrace. He smelled like mint and musk, making me even more dizzy than I already was. All I could feel was the divine sensations of his touch, the way his lips moved on my skin in ways that were so familiar. His grip on my thighs was just rough enough for me to completely relax and succumb to him...