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“Wanna sit closer to the screen tonight, babe?” Alix asked, approaching the large sofa that stood between the two loveseats, Rose and Juleka already sharing one half of it, as usual.
“Nah,” Kim shook his head, pulling Alix by the hand towards the armchairs located to the side of the far loveseat. “Mari and I really loved this movie as kids. And if she’s likely to trade watching it for bickering with her non-boyfriend, again, then I’d rather actually watch it from here.” He stated, plopping down into one of the chairs. “This way at least I won’t be bothered by their eternal arguments…”
“He’s not her boyfriend!” Alya objected, sitting down on the loveseat next to Nino. “My girl deserves to be carried in man’s arms, and not to be squabbled with over any reason!”
Alix took a seat in the free chair next to Kim’s. “I don’t know, but I will believe that they are not a couple only when they stop arguing like elderly spouses!” She took her boyfriend’s hand and placed their clasped hands on the armrests between them. “We also couldn’t stop competing with each other all through school, until I realized that I just wanted to peek at Kim without his T-shirt in the locker room near the showers after one of our races — somewhere in the middle of my explosive hormonal maturation.”
“I think Alix is right,” Adrien agreed, walking into the room with a tray full of bowls of popcorn. “Felix is quite the type to pull the girl he likes by the pigtails, but I didn’t tell you that…” He grinned as he handed out snacks.
“You know, Sunshine,” Alya protested, reaching over to the table for popcorn. “Firstly, we haven’t been at school for a long time. And secondly, as I said, my girl…”
“...deserves to be carried in man’s arms,” Nino finished for her, hugging his girlfriend and pulling her towards him. “We all love Mari, babe, but she’s a big girl and can decide for herself how to spend her time.” He looked up at Adrien. “Speaking of her time, do you know where she is, dude? I thought you were coming all together.”
“Or with whom she is...” Rose drawled dreamily, moving closer to Juleka to free up the other half of the big sofa for the model.
Adrien smiled a knowing smile at her and sat down on the sofa. “I left a little early to prepare snacks for our Friday night.” He turned to Nino. “I’m afraid that my aunt kept Mari and Felix in the office on some terribly important matter regarding the new collection.” He made a significant expression on his face to force his point.
“More like to spend some time with her son and future daughter-in-law...” Kim grumbled under his breath. “When I take part in photo shoots, your aunt always finds a reason to hold these two, and certainly together.”
“This is so romantic...” Rose murmured, burying herself under Juleka’s arm.
“Why should Mari stay at the office later than her working hours on a Friday night?!” Alya objected, dissatisfied. “At least Fathom partially owns the company, but my girl is just a designer there! What’s romantic about that?!”
“The fact that even Felix’s mother already perceives her as part of the family, of course!” Rose explained.
“Nonsense!” Alya snorted. “Fathom...”
“...also deserves the best, Alya,” Adrien interrupted her. “Let’s not start this argument again. You just don’t know my cousin as well as I do. If he hadn’t pushed me to move into the same apartment with him after school and go to work for my aunt’s company, I would not only still be living with my father, but I would hardly be able to meet with all of you so often, not to mention hosting our regular movie nights.”
“His good attitude towards you doesn’t prove his good attitude towards a designer in his company...” Alya grumbled, but her voice was more resigned, as if she accepted part of Adrien’s argument despite her resistance.
“Soon to be a senior designer,” Adrien remarked quietly, “But I didn’t tell you that either.” He winked at her and turned to Juleka. “Anyway, we can start the movie as soon as your brother arrives. Marinette said that she had already seen it.”
“She hadn’t just seen it,” Kim commented, “She adored it! I’m even surprised that she didn’t ask to wait for her...” He muttered suspiciously.
Alix grinned knowingly and nodded at him. “As I said, we also started with arguments...”
The front door opened and lone footsteps were heard in the hallway until Luka entered the room with two bags of drinks. “I left your keys in the hallway,” he said, leaning over the back of the sofa to give Adrien a short peck on the lips, then straightened up to put the drinks on the table between the sofas. “Hi everyone.”
“I already told you to keep this key for yourself, love, I’ve got another one.” The model said quietly as Luka took his usual place on the couch next to him. “Felix doesn’t mind.”
“I’ll think about it,” the guitarist smiled and looked up at the empty loveseat to his left. “Are we still waiting for our Romeo and Juliet?” He asked quietly.
Alix laughed. “I’d call them Romeo and Juliet version 2.0!” She said, still chuckling. “Instead of coming from warring families, they fight themselves!”
“But it’s still very romantic...” Rose gasped again, smiling from under Juleka’s arm.
Alya just shook her head disapprovingly.
“Let me guess,” Luka smiled, looking at the journalist. “Because Felix doesn’t carry Mari in his arms?”
“You bet!” Kim laughed, winking at him.
“Let’s start watching the movie,” Nino suggested, reaching for the remote control at the table and looking back at his frowning girlfriend.
“Agreed!” Kim cheered, turning to the screen. “Otherwise, when these two come, we won’t be able to hear much even from here...”
“As if we didn’t know that they always sit together to argue a little more, and not to watch movies...” Alix whispered to him, so as not to irritate Alya.
“True.” Kim nodded, getting carried away by the film’s opening scene.
*
Not even fifteen minutes had passed before the front door slammed again and a quiet conversation was heard from the corridor, forcing those present to look away from the screen and look at each other knowingly.
“...you realize you’ll have to do it at the same time as production starts sewing the first model samples!…” Marinette was saying in a loud whisper.
“As if I’ve ever failed to complete my tasks on time,” Felix countered quietly, but there was a hint of skepticism in his voice.
“But how can you do this almost parallel to when I finish the designs?!” Marinette argued, her voice approaching the living room where her friends had gathered for movie night.
“By following the production process closely, obviously,” Felix snorted. “Or do you think my mother sets impossible goals?”
“Now you’re gonna give me all that speech that there are no impossible goals for Felix Fathom again...” Marinette grumbled. “And before you ask, yes, I do remember all our previous projects and how cool you were in dealing with the market, but it’s like Amelie doesn’t understand that with those deadlines we’ll have to spend even more time working together, and you alway argue with me about everything...”
“She just knows what each of us is capable of and is certain that close interaction between the production department and marketing will not be a problem for us.” He explained in a confident tone.
“Perfect!” Marinette whisper-shouted at him. “As if I didn’t have enough of you, now you won’t leave my department either!”
“Ah, Miss Dupain-Cheng, if my company is so intolerable to you, why did you agree to come home with me?” Felix’s voice sounded less like a challenge and more like teasing.
“I didn’t come to you, but to spend the evening with my friends, clearly,” Marinette objected, turning from the corridor into the living room and heading towards the free loveseat, which Felix always occupied by default and which usually no one except Marinette dared to sit on. “Besides, if I tolerate you at work, then half an hour in your car couldn’t kill me...”
Felix sat down next to Marinette, who waved hello to her friends, trying not to distract them from watching the movie. “Now you flatter me, Miss Dupain-Cheng.” The man teased. “Could it be that my company is really more pleasant to you than the company of some random taxi driver?” He asked in a whisper, moving closer to her.
“Hey, move over to your side of the couch!” Marinette protested indignantly, uselessly trying to push him away with her hand. Her palm pressed against his muscular chest, hidden behind the thin fabric of his shirt, and Marinette quickly pulled her hand away in embarrassment, feeling her cheeks warm. “Whatever...” She muttered, turning to the screen and trying not to notice how close Felix was sitting.
It was useless to argue with him on his territory, and after returning to his apartment again and again, at some point Marinette even stopped deceiving herself that she was coming to see her friends, implying in parentheses that Adrien also lived here. After all, there were Fridays when Marinette and Felix almost completely missed their regular movie nights, staying in the office together. And although they mostly had ‘official’ reasons to argue about one project or another, she knew very well by now that she was consciously choosing to spend the evening with him and not with her friends...
But that didn’t mean Marinette was going to admit it to Felix. As far as she knew, she simply irritated him, and he couldn’t hide behind his cold facade the same attraction for her that she felt for him. And the fact that Felix’s actions — towards his mother, or towards Adrien, or even subtle signs of concern towards her — indicated that he wasn’t as indifferent as he tried to show himself, Marinette didn’t allow herself to hope.
Because Amelie and Adrien were his family, and Marinette herself was considered a valuable employee, so Felix could have a completely understandable reasons to show some care for her. So if he sometimes brought her lunch to the production department when she was working and forgot to eat, or drove her home when she stayed late finishing designs, or took her to his place on Friday evenings so that she didn’t have to wait for a taxi — Marinette chalked it up to the politeness brought up in him and the desire to please his mother, who valued Marinette very much.
After all, they continued to argue all this time and Felix showed no other interest in her...
His knee pressed against hers and Marinette woke up from her thoughts, turning her gaze from the screen, which she had been looking at all this time with an unseeing gaze, to what was happening on their loveseat. Felix sat comfortably reclined on the soft back and spread his legs so that one of his knees inevitably rested against hers.
“Hey, Fathom,” she whispered to him menacingly, “Move your leg, it’s bothering me!”
His lips curved into a smug grin. “Won’t even dream of it,” he whispered in response, turning his head slightly towards her without taking his eyes off the screen. “I’m quite comfortable the way I sit. You can change seats if you’re dissatisfied here.” He added, and it seems his grin became even wider.
Marinette narrowed her eyes at him, not intending to give up even on his territory. “Enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” She challenged, preparing for the fight. After all, the office was also a kind of his territory, so it was nothing new for her to conquer space from him under unequal conditions. “I’m quite comfortable, too,” she assured him smugly and swung the leg his knee was touching right over his thigh so that it now hung between his spread legs.
A grin slipped from his lips and Felix looked down from the screen and stared intently at her leg between his thighs, then looked up at Marinette with a level, unreadable gaze.
The fact that she managed to wipe the grin off his face inspired Marinette, and she looked at him defiantly. “What, Fathom, is there something that doesn’t suit you anymore?” She asked, raising her eyebrows. “Do you want to change seats?”
The man continued to look at her silently for a while, then bent down slightly, his face close to her ear. “Everything suits me very well, Marinette.” He muttered in a completely different, deep tone, as if some kind of switch had flipped inside him. Either from this tone that she had never heard from him before, or from the mention of her name, which had only happened a couple of times before, a shiver ran down Marinette’s spine. “I’m just surprised at how vulgarly you can spread your legs...”
Her eyes widened and only now Marinette realized that in order to throw her leg on his thigh, she really had to spread her legs in a slightly inappropriate way. From this thought, or rather from the way he spoke about it, her face became hot, and Marinette mentally thanked her friends who turned off the lights in the room while watching the film.
As if sensing her embarrassment, or maybe he could see her blush even in the dark, Felix moved away slightly, forcing her to turn her head towards him. “So, do you want to sit more modestly now?” He teased, raising his eyebrows in an unspoken challenge.
Marinette never knew how to give up, so her embarrassment instantly dissolved and she lifted her chin. “You wish!” She snorted.
“What I wish is my concern, for now...” He whispered, continuing to peer at her intently. “But judging by the fact that you didn’t even notice how provocatively you were sitting, you either don’t have much experience, or you simply don’t understand what reactions a touch between his legs can cause in a man.”
Marinette was slightly taken aback by how openly he spoke to her with an obvious sexual context. It’s not that Felix was ever shy about speaking frankly, it’s just that he never made it clear to her that she might be attractive to him, even in such an impersonal way.
There was even an opinion in the office that Felix was asexual, because with his attractive appearance, great intelligence and high position in the company, he could clearly get any model with whom his work was connected. But even when the girls made open attempts to flirt with him, Felix Fathom always remained unapproachable — either because of professional etiquette, or no one really could arouse such interest in him...
So the blunt comment that her touch could turn him on instead of just a cold remark on her behavior startled her a little. Marinette looked down at her knee between his thighs, which admittedly looked like a pretty intimate position, but she tried to control her surprise, refusing to be embarrassed or back down.
She had long been aware that this man turned her on more than he irritated her, even if she continued to use their arguments to relieve the tension that he caused in her, and this situation was an excellent opportunity to unobtrusively show Felix her interest. Maybe. Or not. Probably not. But Marinette was too stubborn to give up now, even if it was just another provocation on his part.
If Felix Fathom really disliked her as much as he tried to show, he would have driven her out of his personal space long ago — everyone knew that he had no problems putting people in their place.
Marinette firmly pursed her lips and slid a little lower on the sofa, spreading her legs even wider and moving her knee further between his thighs. “Oh, but your little reactions aren’t really my problem, are they? If you’re so sensitive and something doesn’t suit you, you can always change seats...” She purred, blinking at him in a mock innocent way.
It seemed like his eyes flashed in the darkness, or maybe it was just the reflection of a particularly bright frame from the screen... But then his gaze seemed to darken, and this caused some unexpected (or quite expected) reaction in the form of a hot spasm in Marinette’s lower abdomen.
“If you continue like this, Miss Dupain-Cheng, I will have no other choice but to demonstrate to you that my reactions are not that little...” He promised, hypnotizing her with his hot gaze, and Marinette’s lips suddenly went dry at the thought of that dark implication that sounded in his words. Felix Fathom never wasted his words, and if he promised something ‘not that little’, then...
“But so far I’m very satisfied with everything...” He continued, tearing Marinette out of her shameless fantasies, and defiantly ran his gaze over her spread legs. “Everything.” He repeated, lingering his gaze on her crotch, which suddenly felt much warmer, responding to his gaze.
‘What the hell is going on?!’ Marinette thought frantically, ‘Is he really flirting with me? Does he really want me? Or is this just another game of who will outsmart who?’ Her heart was beating wildly, and if somebody asked her now, she wouldn’t even remember the name of the movie they were watching, although she vaguely knew that it was some kind of old comedy from her childhood...
“But I’m afraid that my problem concerns you as well,” Felix concluded, looking up at her face and switching to a feigned nonchalant tone.
“And what exactly would be that problem?” She asked, unconsciously licking her lips as her mind began to get lost between the game she thought they were playing and the very real desire she felt.
Felix smirked at her triumphantly, as if he had just secured the deal of the year. “I have nowhere to put my hands now.” He answered, and without waiting for her reaction, he lazily dropped his hand over her thigh resting on his, so that his palm hung right in front of her groin.
Despite the distance, Marinette could almost feel the touch through her jeans, or maybe the heat from his skin was so strong, or was it her own inner heat yearning for his touch…? She silently looked at his hand between her legs, then turned and looked up at him. Felix raised his eyebrows, as if daring her to say something, but Marinette just shrugged, as if she didn’t care about his actions, and turned to the screen.
It seemed to her that the stakes of this game had risen sharply and it gave her strength because, if she gave up now, it would no longer be just a defeat in an argument, but a loss in something much larger. And although she wasn’t entirely sure of what, she knew for sure that now she couldn’t lose...
Felix moved his palm and started rubbing circles on the inside of her thigh, and a new wave of heat engulfed her body. Marinette felt how close this area was to her crotch and how sensitive the spot he was stroking was, and it began to seem to her that she was only dreaming of all this. Because the fact that she was half sitting on Felix Fathom’s lap and he was literally caressing her between her legs was as unreal as the pleasant sensation that his touch evoked in her body.
She inhaled just a little rougher and slowly exhaled, trying to collect her thoughts, because it seemed she was already starting to lose her head, forgetting that they were sitting in a room full of her friends, who periodically laughed while looking at the screen, completely ignoring them.
For now.
Marinette turned to Felix, who seemed engrossed in the movie, but absolutely could not be, because his fingers continued to caress her thigh quite purposefully. “Two can play this game, you know...” She warned him quietly. It seemed to her that they were about to cross some kind of boundary beyond which everything would be completely different, and she wanted to know for sure that Felix knew it too.
Although maybe they had already crossed all acceptable boundaries before she noticed it?
Felix turned and silently looked at her for a long time with an impenetrable gaze — not at her body, but straight into her eyes. It seemed that the movie had long been forgotten by both of them, and even his hand on her thigh stopped moving, frozen in one place, radiating even more warmth through her jeans.
“Do you think I’m still playing?” He finally asked hoarsely, moving slightly closer to her, and together with his movement his hand slid between her legs, stopping right on her crotch. Marinette’s lips involuntarily parted and her whole body shuddered with excitement, but the main thing was his eyes, which continued to look into hers with a frank desire, no longer covered by their eternal disputes and masks of indifference.
Felix licked his lips and leaned closer to her ear. “Or maybe I just want you so much that I don’t even care if anyone would see what’s going on on our couch right now...” He croaked, exhaling hot air into her ear, and from the thought that someone can now look at them and not at the screen Marinette’s body only burned stronger, because it would mean that THIS wasn’t a figment of her imagination, and someone could confirm for her that Felix really expressed his desire for her so explicitly and touched her so unequivocally.
She closed her eyes and swallowed, arching her pelvis towards him to press her groin into his palm, which, despite the seeming carelessness of his gesture, didn’t move away, but remained firmly in place, pressing more tightly to her middle.
“Tell me you want me just as much, Marinette…” His voice demanded from the darkness, his hot lips burning the skin behind her ear.
“I...do...” She admitted, her breathing involuntarily deepening, and threw her hand between his legs so that it was blocked from the others by her thigh resting on top of his. This illusory privacy gave her a feeling of boldness, and instead of leaving her hand just lying there, Marinette felt the fly of his trousers, pulling back slightly to look Felix in the eyes.
The man visibly swallowed and sat a little more comfortably, allowing her better access. “How daring of you, Miss Dupain-Cheng.” He whispered to her hoarsely, his lips parted in uneven breathing.
Seeing the man she had secretly dreamed about so open and wanting her so undisguisedly was an overwhelming feeling in itself, but the realization that he let himself to react this way only to her — because either Felix consciously allowed himself to do so, or couldn’t resist his desire for her — was a completely dizzying thought, and Marinette felt a new greed in herself. She wanted it all — to get to his body, his mind, his heart, and take everything for herself.
And if she could start with his body, well then...
Marinette unbuttoned his pants and slid her hand inside, over his boxers, the fabric of which was stretched over the visibly hardened flesh. “It will be daring if I make you cum right here while everyone is watching the movie.” She whispered to him, feeling how at the very thought of it her groin tightened with piercing need.
Felix bit his lip and from the shine in his eyes and his cheeky grin, she could tell that their confrontation continued, albeit now in a more pleasant form. To confirm her thoughts, his fingers slowly began to unbutton her jeans, too. “If I don’t make you come first.” He replied, and now his eyes seemed to Marinette so dark, even with the flashes of frames on the screen.
Sliding on the fabric, her hand began to stroke his length, which twitched with inspiration under her fingers, and yes, judging by what she managed to feel in his pants by now, Felix’s problems really weren’t little at all, and Marinette felt saliva begin to accumulate on her tongue at the thought of this huge thing stripped of all its extra layers and presented to her in all its glory.
Meanwhile, his fingers slipped right into her panties — Felix Fathom in his best traditions of going straight to the heart of the matter — and Marinette swallowed a gasp with difficulty, burying her face in his shoulder. But his fingers had already deftly reached her sensitive mound and she was no longer sure how many sounds she would be able to hold back...
“Fuck, Marinette...” Felix crocked right into her ear as his fingers slid lower to explore the surface of her hot folds, “You’re so damn wet...”
The curse in his language made her even more horny, because Felix always spoke politely and beautifully, even when scolding the employees in the office. He even knew how to humiliate elegantly, so the fact that she was the one who made him forget his upbringing and swear seemed like a special achievement, and at this thought her arousal only increased.
Or maybe it was the way his fingers slid between her hot wet folds, forcing her hips to move in the same slow rhythm...
It seemed to Marinette that if her eyes weren’t now closed and her head wasn’t planted on his shoulder, everything would be going in blurry circles around her.
Forgetting that they had an audience, and that if at least someone decided to take their eyes off the screen and for some reason look towards the window where their loveseat stood, then their performance would be for everyone present, Marinette groped his head under the thin elastic fabric of Felix’s boxers and began to massage the tense reliefs of the grooves separating it.
His flesh seemed to tighten even more, continuing to grow in size, and a little wet spot appeared under her hand. Realization of how ready he was for her made Marinette’s body shudder again, just as Felix pressed his lips to her ear. “I want you so bad, Marinette...” He whispered, his voice breathless and desperate, and in response she squeezed his hardnes, clasping him through the fabric of his pants, but even this seemed too little. She urgently needed more — she needed to get rid of all the extra layers separating them from each other…
As if agreeing with her, his fingers rubbed her clit once more and slid easily down between her folds, lower than before, right into her entrance. Marinette arched, forcing them deeper and uttering an involuntary groan, then she froze, her eyes wide open.
“Hey, girl,” called Alya, who fortunately had her head on Nino’s lap and couldn’t see her. “Are you all right?”
Marinette carefully removed her hand out of Felix’s trousers and pulled his hand out of her jeans too. “I need to go to the toilet,” she said, getting up from the loveseat, still holding Felix’s hand — the one that was inside her a moment ago.
The man slightly straightened his trousers with his free hand so that they wouldn’t fall down, but didn’t button them, just the way Marinette left her jeans open, then he rose from the sofa after her.
“Your favorite moment’s coming, Mar,” Kim called from his chair, not taking his eyes off the screen.
“I really need to leave,” Marinette muttered, yanking Felix towards the exit.
“Hey, Fathom,” Alix called out to them with a smirk, “I think she can walk to the toilet on her own.” She teased, drawing the attention of others to the fact that Marinette was trying to leave the room not alone.
Adrien turned to the retreating couple and frowned. “Fe, why are your trousers unbuttoned?” He asked, confused.
Alya sat up abruptly on her sofa and also turned to them. “Hey, why are you holding my girl’s hand?” She demanded, apparently the idea that it was Marinette who was dragging Felix by the hand out of the room couldn’t settle in her mind. “And where are you taking her with her jeans open?”
Marinette looked at Felix, searching for help. “Oh for crying out loud…” the man exhaled, rolling his eyes, although when he looked at her, a found smile shone on his face. “Marinette and I go to my bedroom and no one will disturb us for the next half hour.”
“Half hour?” Marinette asked quietly in the resulting silence, biting her lower lip — it seems that someone even stopped the film for the scene that played out in the room.
Felix raised his eyebrows questioningly, his eyes sparkling with amused challenge. “An hour?” He suggested and bent down to her ear. “Don’t worry, Marinette, we’ve got the whole night ahead of us. And many more nights after that… I tend to keep what’s mine.” He whispered barely audibly and straightened up, turning to the others. “Correction. No one bothers us in our bedroom for at least an hour.” He announced, pulling Marinette by the hand towards the door.
“Bedroom?!” Alya protested finally.
“Our?” Alix noticed, grinning.
“But Marinette can’t leave now!” Rose joined them, “This is her favorite part of the movie!”
Felix didn’t even stop, but only turned his head slightly to the side to answer. “If you’d rather I bend her over the couch and take her from behind while Marinette enjoys her favorite part of the movie, it’s fine by me. At this point I almost don’t mind the audience.” He smirked and looked at Marinette.
She felt her face turn red again, but not even from embarrassment, but rather from excitement at the idea of Felix fucking her in front of everyone… “And which of us is vulgar now?” She whispered, biting her lower lip.
“You like it,” Felix mouthed her, his eyes shining.
“I do.” She confirmed readily. “Although we’ll probably leave the public question for another time...”
Adrien covered his face with his hands. “This, Ladies and Gentlemen, was a picture from my cousin’s personal life that I could live my whole life just fine without...” He muttered.
Alya shook her head, her eyes following her friend who was already at the door. “I’m with you on that one, Sunshine...” She agreed under her breath, still seeming shocked by what just happened. “But do we really let them...” She began and trailed off as Felix scooped Marinette into his arms and disappeared down the hallway carrying her.
After a moment, everyone turned to stare expectantly at Alya, who fell silent, continuing to sit with her mouth open.
“Fine!” She grumbled at last, having come to her senses. “I agree, they might actually deserve each other...”