Author note- recounting something from previous chapter I think I had the bell ring right after they finished there conversation just making sure u guys know it was meant for the beginning of class!
Also can anyone tell me when the New York Special actually happens?
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Marinette Pov—
The final bell rang, its tone a bit too sharp for my liking, echoing through the classroom like it was just as excited school was over too. Chairs scraped, zippers zipped, and voices lifted across the room.
Mrs. Bustier smiled calm and cheerful as ever, clutching her tote bag like she didn't just assign a test none of us were remotely prepared for.
"Have a good afternoon, everyone! Don't forget to study for our upcoming test!"
Right. The test.
I probably should have been thinking about that. But. I couldn't focus on that now.
The classroom dispersed in seconds.
I watched Luka stand from his desk, slow and fluid like always, as if he was always completely relaxed. He reached down, slung his black backpack over one shoulder, and didn't say a word. Not to Juleka like usually did. Not to anyone.
Just turned and walked toward the door like nothing had happened.
Like he hadn't just stolen a Miraculous.
Albeit accidentally.
I exchanged a glance with Adrien, who'd also looked his way but clearly wasn't as tense as I felt. He had no reason to be. He leaned slightly forward in his seat, whispering something to Nino's ear.
I sighed and finally stood up, brushing off my pink jeans out of habit before gathering my stuff. My fingers worked slower than usual. Not because I was tired, but because… well, how do you casually walk up to someone to confront them about a magical object. It didn't help that Luka was either constantly with someone else or disappeared off to some mysterious place.
Ugh.
And then there was Queen Bee, whoever she even was. Alya was out of the picture, I was pretty sure of that. But if it wasn't her, then… who?
What is my you life.
I was halfway through zipping my bag when someone walked past. Fast enough to kick up the air.
Lila.
Of course.
She was always there, somehow. Like a bad smell or one of those stickers that refuses to peel off clean. She moved like she had something to hide. Probably because she always had something to hide. A perfect little smirk on her face
She exited right after Luka. No hesitation. Almost like she'd been waiting for him.
Alya saw it too.
"Is she… following him?" She asked, frowning.
I narrowed my eyes, my fingers frozen over the zipper tab. "Looks like it."
But what did she want with him?
Could be anything good.
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Luka's POV-
The hallway was much louder than this morming, but I walked through it like I always did unhurried.
'Haaa , what to do before I go full throttle on my goals.' With so much free time class didn't feel like a waste but a refreshing rest day.
But I still couldn't wait to use this new power.
The moment it landed in my hand, I felt it. Like electricity under skin. This wasn't some
Slight boost that invigorated me, it felt as if raw power entered my being.
If I really tried I was almost sure I could life a building with my bare hands or do some anime levels of feet.
Sky walking? Maybe. But it's base abilities were already great, in a way I felt like the flash with no limiter.
I wonder if I'd feel stronger if I ate the suit upgrades.
I turned a corner near the gym when I heard the steps behind me quicken.
"Luka!"
I didn't slow down, but my eyes dragged over to the window's reflection. I
t was Lila. Striding with purpose, lips already curled into some calculated sweetness.
I stopped. Letting her catch up.
She did, breathless, but definitely not because she'd run too far.
"Wow," she said with a smile, standing beside me. "You walk fast."
I turned my head slightly. "Where are you headed to? Or are you just following me."
"No," she tilted her head innocently, "I just happened to have somewhere in this direction."
I let silence respond for me.
She waited, perhaps expecting me to speak, to ask her why. But I didn't. I already knew her to well for that.
She leaned her head just enough to whisper, "You've got something, don't you?"
I blinked, slow and uninterested. "What do you think I have?"
She grinned. "Oh, I know exactly what you have. But I don't think anyone else does yet."
A beat passed. The sound of footsteps and Doors closing. Echoes thinning in classrooms. I simply said nothing. There was no way she actually knew I had a Miraculous.
Her eyes gleamed. "You don't trust me. Smart, but follow me for a moment."
She stepped ahead.
I didn't follow. She was being way to suspicious today.
She looked back. "What? You scared?"
Hmm. That word didn't apply to me..Not when I had a Miraculous.
I shifted my weight, hands still in my pockets, considering.
I didn't trust her. But I was curious.
So I followed.
The hallway grew quieter as we reached the far end of the gym building. A sign on the side door read GIRLS' LOCKER ROOM - AUTHORIZED ENTRY ONLY, but she pushed it open without a care.
"Don't worry," she said, glancing over her shoulder with that same sweet smile. "No one's in here. Volleyball team's on a field trip."
The air inside was warm. Disinfectant lingered faintly beneath the usual perfume and shampoo residues from a hundred other girls.
She let the door close behind me. It locked automatically.
Still, I said nothing.
She walked forward, past rows of lockers, until we were mostly hidden from the main entrance. I stood near the benches, arms crossed now.
"What do you want, Lila?"
She turned slowlyin one swift motion. There it was again—that look.
"To talk," she said, approaching, heels clicking against tile. "To offer something."
"I don't need anything from you."
"Mm," she smiled, stepping closer. "But you don't know what I'm offering yet."
Her hand rose, fingers brushing the hem of my shirt. Lightly. Too lightly.
"You're stronger than you let on," she murmured.
Her fingers traced higher—knuckles grazing my collarbone now.
"What no blush. No stutter. Cant you tell when someone is flirting with you?" She gave a small grin, pressing in until I could feel the edge of her breath against my jaw.
My hand caught her wrist.
She smirked. "Oh, are we finally reacting?"
"I'm listening," I said. "That's not the same thing."
Her fingers curled against mine, teasingly squeezing it in her palm.
She wasn't scared. That much was clear. But this definitely wasn't normal.
"I want in," she whispered. "On whatever you're planning."
"Who says I'm planning anything?"
"Please," she chuckled. "You're playing everyone like a fiddle . You may be quiet, Luka, but I see you."
She leaned forward, lips brushing dangerously close to my ear.
"And I want to play too."
I said nothing. Her body pressed just slightly into mine now, one leg slipping between mine in a way that was more suggestive than aggressive.
She moved like someone who thought boundaries didn't exist.
But I also didn't play by anyone's rules. not even hers.
My grip on her hand tightened a fraction, enough to stop the dance.
"If this is how you manipulate people," I said calmly, "you need to try harder."
She laughed, breathy, amused.
"Oh, I don't need to manipulate you," she whispered, trailing her free hand slowly down the center of my chest. "Your to smart for that~"
I didn't smile. I didn't lean in.
But I didn't move away either. This was pretty interesting to behold.
Her fingers played along my belt, slow and teasing. Every motion a question. A test.
And I let her because I still had no reason to be afraid of her.
But I my curiosity was still left unsatiated
Just how far would she go?
And what exactly did she think she'd get from it?
Lila wasn't the first liar I'd danced with under my life, but she might just be the one who taught me how delicious a trap could feel.
Even when you know you're walking into it.
"You're bold," I said quietly.
She moved her hand slowly out of my grip but I was rather calm, I had the advantage after all.
Her hands slid under my shirt, palms gliding across the tight lines of my stomach. "What else are you hiding?".
She pressed her body flush against mine now, not teasing anymore—claiming. Her thighs aligned with mine, her chest rising and falling in deliberate sync. I could feel her heartbeat. Steady and completely unnervous.
Boy was she committed.
Her head rose and lips ghosted mine, close enough to stir warmth.
hands moved faster now, tugging my shirt up, lifting it slowly as if waiting for me to protest. I didn't. I watched her instead.
After all what could I say to make this situation better?
She slipped the shirt off my arms, her nails dragging softly over my skin. "You're like marble," she whispered. "Cold to the touch but built to be worshipped."
I gave the smallest smirk.
"You memorize those lines in the mirror?"
Lila grinned back, not insulted. the banter was part of her hunt.
"You liked it. Admit it."
I didn't.
Instead, my hands slid up her sides, slow, firm, until my thumbs rested under the hem of her shirt.
Her breath caught, In triumph? Did she think she was winning.
I lifted her shirt in one motion, letting it fall behind her like discarded silk. No hesitation. She leaned in, kissing my jaw, neck, collar. No part of her was timid. She bit lightly at my skin, dragging her tongue behind it like punctuation.
Then she pulled back slightly, her eyes locking with mine. Her voice dipped.
"Still not going to stop me?"
I reached down and undid the button of my jeans with a calmness that made her bite her lip. Then I said it.
"No. But I'll remind you I'm not yours when this is done."
Her eyes gleamed. "I didn't want to own you, Luka."
Hmm no way that was the reason she was doing this but it's the only thing that'd made any sense so far.
She stepped out of her skirt, fingers tracing her own caramel thighs before she leaned into me again, half-clothed, hungry.
The locker room was humid now, warmth building between our skin with each passing second. Her mouth finally found mine, not soft, not sweet. Possessive. She kissed like a liar, desperate to be believed.
My hand slid around her waist, pulled her tight. Her hips rolled forward, grinding slow began, deliberate. Every motion a tease.
I didn't enjoy being played with, so I match her temp with ease.
She moaned softly into the kiss, nails digging into my back, dragging across my skin like signatures.
Her fingers worked fast, unzipping me, sliding the denim down without a hint of hesitation. I stepped out of them
Then she pressed both palms to my chest and gave a push.
My back hit the locker room floor. Cold. Hard.
She stepped over me, one knee dropping to either side of my hips as she straddled me bare.
"Now you're paying attention," she whispered, She rolled her hips against me, slowly.
Hands tight on my chest.
I let my hands slide up her thighs, firm grip returning just beneath her hips. I guided her rhythm without saying a word.
"Still not breaking?" she whispered.
"No."
Her hips rocked harder.
she arched her back, eyes fluttering. Then she leaned down again, nose brushing mine.
And with that, I moved.
Fast.