Felix wasn't sure how it happened.

He was vaguely aware of how he carried Marinette in his arms to his bed, how at a tremendous speed the amount of clothes on both of them was uncontrollably decreasing, how her kisses burned on his skin and how her skin burned his lips.

He returned to consciousness only when they were both lying naked on his bed, Felix on top of Marinette, and his cock was dangerously close to her crotch.

He pulled away from her, propping himself up on outstretched arms and looked into her face. He was confused and didn't know what to do. Felix had never been physically intimate with a woman, and certainly hadn't prepared for it, since he wasn't in a relationship with anyone.

Or was he?

Marinette's searching eyes were looking at him questionaly.

"I'm not... I have never..." Felix started, but he wasn't sure what words would be appropriate in this completely impossible situation that was actually happening to him.

"Neither had I." Marinette whispered back.

"I..." Felix swallowed. "I don't have any... uhh..."

"I'm on a pill." She replied readily.

Felix was staring at her, not knowing how else to postpone (prevent?) what was about to happen – before the words were spoken between them and they both knew they were on the same page.

"Are we..." He swallowed again. "Are you sure?.."

"I want you." Marinette said, taking his face in her palms and pulling him slightly closer.

Felix resisted for another moment, desperately trying to find in her eyes some sort of reassurance that neither of them would be hurt because of what was happening, and gave up to her kiss again.

But now their kisses weren't rushing or lost. There was a feeling of understanding (and acceptance?) of what was happening between them, and their kisses were only a thread along which they approached each other and the denouement that was inevitably following.

Marinette arched slightly, bringing her groin to his cock and Felix felt the hot moisture of her entrance, which he rested on.

He lifted himself above Marinette again, searching for her eyes with his own, and found only languid expectation in her gaze.

Felix moved towards her, feeling his whole body being thrown in hot shiver.

Marinette parted her lips and opened her eyes harder. She was breathing heavily, but showed no desire to stop. On the contrary, she arched her back more, trying to let him in, and Felix felt that despite the tightness of her virginal entrance, thanks to the huge amount of natural lube, he inevitably slipped inside.

Her walls tightly squeezed the head of his cock and Felix slightly closed his eyes, losing focus, but immediately opened them wide, not wanting to lose eye contact.

Felix did his best to hold back his animal desire to go deep into her, to feel her around him. But even the thought of the pain on her face hurt him, and it helped him to remember himself, giving her time to adjust.

"More..." Marinette whispered, focusing her eyes on his. "I'm ready for more."

A new wave of shiver ran through his body as Felix pushed deeper into her, and tried to hold on again to not hurt Marinette.

"Don't..." She breathed heavily. "Don't hold back... I want it all..."

Felix's head went round as Marinette moved towards him with a jerk of her own, forcing him to immerse himself entirely.

Felix opened his eyes wide, looking at the beautiful, heated creature below him, allowing him to experience such colossal sensations for the first time.

To feel himself whole.

Marinette let out a soft groan of either pain or pleasure, and began to move away from him. Felix looked at her in horror: did his pleasure mean pain for her? So strong that she was about to leave him?!

But the next moment Marinette moved towards him again, uttering another moan, which now clearly sounded like pleasure. And Felix didn't wait for a new invitation.

He began cautious movements, sinking deeper into her and pulling back with a slow rhythm, never leaving her eyes. His body was burning and the mist enveloping his head, and her eyes seemed the last elements, making their connection entire.

Marinette was looking back at him, eyes slightly closed, then she raised her arms and pulled him to her, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Their lips found each other, merging in a kiss that echoed the rhythm of their moving bodies, and Felix groaned at the incredible sensation of closeness, and happiness, and the strength of the feelings that he felt for her at that moment.

His movements became faster because he was already struggling to control them in any way.

"Marinette..." He whispered, sliding his lips to her ear.

She inhaled sharply in time with his accelerating rhythm and pressed him closer to her.

Felix felt that he was close to releasing the tension built up inside him, ready to give up everything he had to her – internally and externally, – as he couldn't hold back anymore.

"Felix..." Marinette's moan made him find her face with his eyes again. "Felix..." Her voice went high as she dug her nails into his shoulders.

The feeling of sweet pain from her nails, and the sound of his name on her lips, and his own giddy feeling inside her threw him over the age and his whole body began to shudder.

"Marinette..." Felix whispered, trying to keep a clearview of her eyes as his gaze went blurry. "Marinette..." He repeated, as his head went dizzy, and he found her lips with his to hold that connection, over the animal pleasure that engulfed his body.

*

Felix woke up from an annoying unfamiliar sound.

He turned his face to find himself lying headfirst on Marinette's stomach, arms wrapped around her naked body. Her fingers were sunk into his hair and slid down as he lifted his head higher.

More from his movements than from the ringing phone, Marinette shifted and opened her eyes, looking around the room with a sleepy look. Then her eyes met his and Marinette parted her lips, peering into his face.

The phone rang again and Marinette reached for her jeans hanging from the edge of the bed.

Felix got ahead of her, pulling the phone out of the back pocket of her jeans and handing it to the girl.

Marinette took the phone, looking at Felix in confusion, and accepted the call without taking her eyes off him.

"Mom?" She replied. "Already nine?.. yeah I lost a track of... with Alya?.. Right... But I'll be home soon. Don't worry... buy."

Felix swallowed nervously.

He didn't want to let her go. He had a feeling that if she left this room, she might never come back, never be with him again.

But what could he do? Tie up and kidnap her?!

No words were spoken between them, no explanation for what had happened, and the weight of the lack of guarantees fell heavily on his shoulders.

"Marinette, I..."Felix started, feeling that if he didn't talk about his feelings now, this opportunity might never come again.

Marinette pressed her hand to his lips, preventing him from speaking.

"Don't say anything you don't mean or will regret saying." She said, "I need some time to... process this."

Marinette got up and began to dress, and although Felix didn't agree with her decision, because he was sure of his feelings and didn't regret either about them or about what happened between them, he didn't want to put pressure on her.

Marinette wanted time and he was ready to give it to her, drowning out the inner protest of his oppressive foreboding.

He wanted to get up and touch her, kiss her again, but Felix wasn't sure he could control himself now that he once felt her fully... and what if she wasn't ready for that? What if he just pushes her away with it and ruins everything?

Felix watched in silence as Marinette took the papers from his desk and left the room without looking back.

His room seemed to go cold all at once, and Felix felt suddenly that he was sitting naked on his bed, in his room still harboring her scent, alone.