Marinette's arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him close, but her movements didn't have her yesterday's rigidity. She hugged him as if the opportunity would never come again, tightly and desperately.

Her kisses deepened, insisting on more, but Felix no longer felt like he was being taken advantage of.

Yesterday in her attack there was a taste of war, today in her kisses there was a feeling of the uniqueness of the current moment. As if what was happening had no past and future. As if actions and relationships, insults and even names didn't matter.

There was just her and him. Here and now.

Felix pulled back slightly and looked into Marinette's face.

He himself didn't know what he was so desperately searching for in her eyes.

He was looking for confirmation... of what? Her feelings? But she couldn't have tender feelings for him.

That she wasn't just trying to seduce him again?

Felix was not sure about anything.

He only knew that there had been no hate in their first kiss today, and he wanted to see that Marinette was aware of her actions before kissing her again.

But the girl looked at him as if pulling away from her, Felix tore off a piece of living matter from her body... As if she was bleeding from the distance that had arisen between them and it hurted her.

Felix shook his head, looking at her terrified. He couldn't stand seeing such pain on her face, couldn't bear it.

He dived back into her kiss like a sun-baked traveler into the life-giving moisture of a lake, and Marinette readily accepted his kiss, leaning towards him.

Their kisses were becoming deeper and more desperate, and when Felix thought he couldn't breathe anymore, Marinette's lips moved lower to his chin and then his neck.

Her lips cupped his skin hungrily and her teeth were nibbling lightly, and Felix let out a weak moan, tilting his head back to let her take more.

Her touch drove him crazy, and he was faintly aware that Marinette had slid off the chair onto the floor next to him, and that her hands had pulled his T-shirt up. That her kisses traveled down his chest to his stomach until her caresses approached his lower abdomen and Felix arched slightly towards her, off balance from a slight dizziness.

Felix opened his eyes just as Marinette returned to his chest and pulled his T-shirt even higher trying to take it off.

Their gazes met and her eyes startled Felix. Huge and languid, with dilated pupils and dark with desire, they looked at him expectantly.

Felix instinctively raised his hands, allowing Marinette to undress him.

She looked him over with a lustful gaze and in one quick move she pulled her blouse off, remaining only in her bra. Then she desperately latched on to his collarbone, pressing her bare skin against his and the sensation of that contact was so grandiose that Felix inhaled sharply and opened his eyes wide.

Only now did the meaning of what was happening between them reach his clouded consciousness, and Felix made an effort on himself, overcoming the desire to surrender to the sensations and drown in her caresses, took Marinette by the shoulders and slightly pushed her away.

When her eyes lifted to his, they were incomprehension and confusion, as if kissing her half-naked enemy was the most natural thing to do and she couldn't understand what and why was disturbing her actions.

"Marinette," Felix whispered, searching her face for an enlightenment, or at least yesterday's contempt, which would have helped him stop her insane actions.

But her face showed only the pain of rejection, despair at the fact that Felix had pushed her away from him.

"Please," she whispered desperately. " I need you." She begged.

Felix felt his breathing intensify and his throat filled with unspoken feelings. There was no way he could stand this girl hurting because of him or keep her away when she begged to be next to him.

There was no way he could say no to her, even if it meant hurting himself in the process.

Felix had a dark premonition of her coming back to her senses and rejecting him at some point, but his pain from her suffering seemed stronger.

"Anything." He whispered back, and took her hand in his.

Marinette accepted his hand and grabbed it with both hers. Without taking her pleading gaze from his eyes, she raised his hand and placed it on her breast, covering it with her palm and squeezing slightly.

They both sucked in a sharp breath and Marinette arched towards his trapped palm, throwing her head back and closing her eyes.

Felix felt his whole body electrocuted as his groin constricted with a rush of blood and his cock ached painfully against the tight fabric of his jeans.

His mind clouded again by both surging, overwhelming feelings and desperate desire to possess her.

He was still aware of what he was doing, but he could no longer resist it.

Felix greedily dug his lips into her skin, covering Marinette's neck and chest with demanding kisses, feeling how Marinette responded to his every touch, inhaling sharply and arching towards him.

His hands pulled the straps of her bra off her shoulders, exposing her perfectly shaped breasts. His lips slid greedily towards them, as Felix was intoxicated by her closeness and unable to contain his greed.

Marinette moaned as Felix dug his lips into her nipple and pulled it back lightly with his teeth. She dug her fingers into his hair, squeezing it painfully.

The girl pulled his head away from her nipple, and before Felix could see it as a gesture of rejection, she pulled his face hard against her other breast, demanding a repeat.

Felix grabbed her breasts in his palms and began to fiercely squeeze them, biting and digging into her nipples, excited to the extreme by her encouragement.

"More..." Marinette whispered as her hands moved down, frantically trying to unbutton his jeans. "I want more of you..."

"God, Marinette..." Felix moaned, slightly returning to his senses. "What are we doing?" He asked in a desperate hope that her response will help him to stop.

Anything will do. Any sign of her consciousness added to the last, still adequate light in his mind.

"We're making love," She whispered back.

And those were the only words that Felix equally didn't expect to hear and couldn't resist.