Where do we go from here?

⚠️May be references of a sexual nature

"Guys, it's been over two hours and no ones won yet! Just give it up!" Kim stifles a huge yawn as he stands up. Max is talking in deep conversation with Markov, his AI friend.

"There's a 86.75% chance this could continue all night. We're out of here." Max announces. Kim follows him out the door after saying goodbye to Nino and Alya.

"Mari, Nino and I are going to go to our dorm so you two can continue whatever this stubbornness is. I'll see you in the morning." Alya gave Marinette a kiss on the cheek before leaving hand in hand with Nino.

"Just us left then sweetheart." Marinette stared at Adrien as he spoke.

"Seriously stop with the nicknames. They're not sweet or cute."

"Ok, ok! Let's continue the game." He put his hands up in surrender.

If Adrien was going to win he needed to come up with a plan. She was too good to beat, he had just about won two and it took everything he knew to pull off ties.

As the new game started Adrien shuffled up right next to Marinette, leaving his thigh to press up against hers. She was wearing a pretty pink skirt and white tee this evening, she looked so beautiful. His mind wondered to what would of happened if they'd known each other back in high school. Life could have been so different, he was sure of it.

As his thigh hit hers her stomach dropped like she was on a free fall tower. It distracted her allowing Adrien to land one of his special moves. She figured it out, he was trying to put her off her game. Two could play at this, she thought. She leaned forward placing her forearms on her knees; well her left arm went on her knee, her right arm went to his thigh.

He jolted with an electric current pulsing up his leg into his heart (and his groin). He knew she had figured him out, her move completely took his breath and she won round one. She stood up, placing her hand on his thigh to help her. Pressing pause and placing her control pad down she walked calmly to the fridge to grab a drink.

"Do you want a drink?" She called to Adrien.

"No, I'm ok thank you."

She waltzed back to the couch and sat down rising her skirt to the top of her thighs and crossing one long smooth leg over the other. She felt empowered with the effect she was having on him.

Adrien leaned his head back and groaned. The tightening in his trousers becoming impossible and the pounding in his heart made him feel as though he was going to have a heart attack. He needed to beat her, he needed that date.

Marinette unpaused the game again and they began. Adrien stood in front of the television blocking her view.

"Adrien, that's ..." before she could finish he'd taken his top off.

"Cheating." She finished.

He quickly used his special moves and defeated her.

"Sorry, Mari, I was just getting a little warm." Adrien gave her a wink and sat down next to her. He could see her mouth was slack as she stared at him. It wasn't the first time she'd seen him topless, but last time it had been for professional reasons.

"You're right," said Marinette. Before the next game began she took her tee off and sat on his lap, she was wearing a skin colour strapless bra. She could feel his heart beating at speed and he couldn't help but look at what lay in front of him. Gulping, his voice came out a little squeaky.

"You are cruel."

"I play to win, Agreste."

They pressed play again and began to battle. Each character began advancing on the other and it looked like it was going to be another tie breaker.