𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖 𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖

Did yet another ficlet!  Based on some head canon that I had posted some months ago. Also inspired by a commission of that head canon that I had done by the amazing @kardcore​ Which is at the bottom of the fic.  *Minor suggestive content, kissing.* .———————————— The Incident  ( Steve X Dwight) It all began with the couch in the living room of the Meyers house. Dwight had sat down for just a moment. It had been a hectic day, and just needed a second to breathe.  He knew that the killer was chasing Nea far at the other end of the street. So just a second would be fine.

And then without warning Steve was with him on the couch, smiling a great big grin as he slid next to his sweetheart. A playful pounce and suddenly Steve’s lips were on his own and he was pinning him to the couch.

“This is a terrible idea.” Dwight attempted to inject some reason into Steve as the incredibly handsome and distracting young man moved from his lips to nibble on his neck.

“Oh come on Dwi… It’s been 3 weeks since we had any chance to be alone. Are you really telling me you want me to stop?”  Steve muttered in a breathy voice, as he continued to unfairly take advantage of the fact that he knew exactly all of the spots on Dwight’s body that drove him insane.  

“But were not…  alone… it’s the middle of a trial… sure this couch is nice and all… But the killer could find us anytime. ” Dwight continued out loud trying to keep focus but failing miserably as Steve’s lips traced their way up Dwight’s jawline.

“We’ll be fine… Nea brought in a flashlight, and it’s Frank… She’ll have him chasing her till the ends of the Earth.”  Steve artfully continued to tease his boyfriend.  " Besides we’ll hear him coming if your worried about him interrupting us.“ Dwight knew there was probably something wrong with Steve’s logic but his beau’s continued application of tongue to his sensitive collarbone was more than enough to melt away his brain’s common sense.

Just a few more seconds couldn’t hurt right? Dwight was a bit lost to the sensations, it had been a while since he and Steve had a little time.  Surely a minute or two could be spared.

Time seemed to stretch as Steve continued his exploration of his partner. Something felt off to Dwight though and he looked up and noticed a figure looming over both of them.

Frank had apparently broke off his chase of Nea, Dwight wasn’t sure how long he had been there as he hadn’t heard him come in at all which worried him.  Frank held his knife limply at his side and was just staring at the pair through his mask.

Dwight immediately pushed up on Steve trying to get disentangled. "Steve I told you we’d get caught!” Steve being a little slow on the uptake moved at the speed of molasses as Dwight was still pinned to the couch.

Strangely Frank just sat there not stabbing them, he appeared to be maybe dumbfounded? Dwight had a hard time telling as he was desperately trying to push his flame off of him.  

Dwight noticed that a bright red flush creeped up Frank’s neck, he muttered something out loud that Dwight couldn’t make out. And then BAM! He dashed away like a bat out of hell.

Dwight blinked.. Wait had the killer just… Run away?  He was fully up and standing, when Quentin popped into the front door.

“Wow did you see him move? I don’t even think I have seen him move that fast in his frenzy.” Quentin joked. “What got into his bonnet?” He tilted his head looking at Dwight and Steve.

Dwight was about to say something when Quentin started laughing.   “Oh I see! He got an eyeful when he found you two!” He pointed at Dwight’s neck.

Dwight looked down out of the corner of his eye, some bright red hickies were on display, plain as day. He felt his face immediately get super hot and he felt like he wanted to melt into the floor.

Steve grabbed him by the arm and steadied him “ I’m sorry good looking, it’s fine, Quentin is just teasing you, I am sure he doesn’t really care.”

Quentin shrugged “ Yeah yah man it’s whatever.” he smirked “We should probably find a gen to finish before he changes his mind and becomes stabby again.”

Down the street Dwight heard Nea taunting Frank and the sounds of a pallet dropping.  A groan of anger and frustration followed.

Dwight decided it was probably best to follow Quentin’s advice, he motioned for the other two to follow him out the back door of the Meyers place and the group stole out into the foggy neighborhood.

Ladybug: Oh, of course, kitty. I'm glad to hear that. I've decided to move on, too, from my crush on Adrien Agreste.

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