Chapter Text
It was band practice for Kitty Section, and it's one of those days when they have other people come over to watch them; a wonderful time for everyone's friends to come together and meet. While on a break, some have taken to nibbling on snacks and quenching themselves with refreshments as the members spoke with each other and their guests.
Their breaks were oftentimes irregular, but as long as they managed to get things done, they were fine to do solo practices. This was what Luka was planning on doing and has already forewarned his friends about. Just as he is about to tune his acoustic guitar, Marinette walks into the studio carrying boxes of what appears to be pastries from her parents’ bakery. The sight of her in a pink and white polka-dotted halter neck dress, light grey closed toe cross-strap platform wedge heels, and her hair done in a simple bun. In her hands are the iconic golden yellow boxes that brightens everyone's faces, as observed from their cheers in greeting. But Luka is the one who reaches out to her, takes the boxes from her hands, and kisses her loudly on the cheek, to the amusement of their friends and Marinette's embarrassment.
“Hey, I hope everyone still has room for more food.” She says, before offering Luka a soft kiss on both of his cheeks.
“If it’s a Dupain-Cheng original, you know there’s always room for it in our stomachs.”
Free of the boxes, Luka takes the chance to hug his girlfriend and waddle their way to the corner, where he was sitting before Marinette arrived, his guitar leaning on the wall beside it. Just as Marinette is about to take a seat on the chair next to his, Luka grabs her by the waist and settles her on his lap instead.
“Wha - Luka!”
“Alright, get it best friend!” Uri shouts at them, but he’s denied a response from his obviously distracted friends.
“What? I just want my girl to have the best seat.”
“And that’s on your lap?”
“No advanced reservations needed; I’m all yours.”
Someone chucks a crumpled sheet of paper at Luka, - most likely Alix or Juleka - which he dodges easily even without looking while Marinette can only laugh.
“I can’t believe you.”
“Don’t worry about believing and just let me have my regular dose of kisses.”
Their friends, although thoroughly entertained by Luka’s flirtiness, turn away respectively before going back to their snacks and conversations.
The couple, now aware that their friends are giving them a sense of privacy, proceed to lean closer and begin their own session. Marinette starts it off with soft kisses she plants all over Luka’s cheeks. She tries to keep his head in place by holding onto one side of his face, her other hand holding onto his shoulder for support, until he can’t resist the urge to turn his head and press his lips against hers. After spending the entirety of the day thinking about her soft and sweet lips, Luka refrains from holding himself back to indulge himself.
It’s tame at first, with how both of them chase the other’s mouth after a few pecks, but then it transitions to Luka nibbling on Marinette’s lower lip and licking to beg for entrance. She finally permits him when she gasps for air, and she tastes his tongue that immediately takes its time to brush against every crevice of her mouth. Marinette doesn’t try to fight for power, completely aware that her boyfriend is in desperate need for appeasing this hunger in him. Luka’s tongue finally leaves the inside of her mouth, but he doesn’t ease off on giving her lips more attention. He coaxes them onto his, to mold against each other and to taste the aphrodisiac he has come to know and yearn for during her absence. This goes on between them for a while, with Marinette breaking up their kisses every now and then to convince him to at least eat something, or let them breathe. She’s been unsuccessful so far and is close to just giving in to Luka’s demands, until she hears the conversation between two of his friends.
“Didn’t Luka say he was going to practice guitar, like, 30 minutes ago?”
Marinette struggles to pull away from Luka, whimpering from how tempting it is for them to just keep going, but she finally succeeds. She feels the warmth in her face spreading from the top of her head down to her neck, as well as Luka’s hot breath that fans against her face and she just wants to lean closer again, but she can’t. She mustn’t. Not now, anyway.
Instead she looks at the two friends she overhears the question from and asks, “O-oh?” She turns back to her boyfriend, who’s obviously too distracted to pay any mind to them. “Did I just hear Lou and Uri say that you were supposed to be doing guitar practice?”
Luka doesn’t appear to be too bothered in the slightest, his eyes still glazed and focused down on her lips, in which he tries to chase after. Marinette leans back to get away from him, so he settles with peppering her face with more kisses similarly to how she did with him earlier.
“Luka, look at me right now and answer the question. Were you or were you not supposed to be practicing 30 minutes ago?”
“I don’t know, Marinette. He seems pretty into it.” Lou added.
“Yeah,” Luka says to his friend, “but she was pretty cute and just kept kissing me, so I went along with it.” He turns back to Marinette, who’s sporting a bright shade of red on her face. “Now lemme have some of your kisses, please.”